#its a cavity but like it scared the shit out of me when i felt it

[everyfandomever]

i need to call my doctor and dentist :/

[jenomark]

➔Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut ➔Warnings: Oral (F+M) + Penetration (F) + Cursing ➔Word count: 3,659

➔Summary: Two realtors who play together, stay together. Whenever you and Jaehyun work together, you make a little bit of a mess in the homes you're trying to sell for your clients. After all, no one ever said you couldn't have a little fun on the job.

“Your boyfriend is so charming.”

You were showing a married couple around a brand new house, built in a neighborhood they most likely could not afford. While the husband was checking out how the door handles jiggled on every door in the place, his wife leaned in close to your ear, her voice deeper than the fake customer service voice she had in the beginning of the tour.

You could hear the accusatory tone, her words felt through every layer of your reserve, “How did you get a man like that?”

If she could have circled around you, like a huntress ready to take her prey out, she would have taken the chance. You held your ground, so used to the way women acted around Jaehyun. But there was a certain amount of fun to be had when you were bored and waiting, your day's work blemished by couples who believed they were hot shit.

“Just between me and you,” you purred, leaning in closer to her and stroking her arm with your finger. “He’s not my boyfriend. We just like to fuck each other at work."

You never blamed any of the women for looking at Jaehyun like he was a prized hog in a show. He was handsome on the outside, his face so valentine sweet, his smile disarming even the most hardened of ladies. He wore a tailored suit nicely, too, which made the effect that much cavity-inducing. On the inside, though, he was a filthy, filthy man, and he would never go for someone like the wife, as much as she wanted him to.

No, Jaehyun wasn’t your boyfriend. Jaehyun wasn’t even your partner. He came to the house dressed up in the part of a wholesome realtor, his eyes following the wife across the room, forcing eye contact that would make her feel warm underneath her collared blouse. He did it because it was fun for him. He did it because he could.

It was a game. Jaehyun eye-fucked the wife to tease you. He liked when you wore jealousy like a proud bib. He waited for you to take possession of him, which you always did in the subtlest of ways. Watching the wife back away from you after claiming that you and Jaehyun fucked- a tale met with disbelief- was a way to piss all over your territory.

That's mine.

Of course, you could have pushed Jaehyun harder. In doing so, the husband of the pair was a viable conquest. He looked at you with his dumb look when you ran your hand up your stockinged thigh, his jaw slack as you hiked up your skirt inappropriately and unprofessionally high.

However, it wasn’t very fun for you. You could tell the husband was too in love with his wife to ever flirt with you. You gave up quickly, your annoyance waving like a red flag whenever the wife breathed in your direction.

“Are you almost done, sweetie?” you called out to Jaehyun.

“Yes, sweetheart.” Jaehyun said, sticking his head out of a doorway.

You shot a look at the wife, her full attention on Jaehyun as he walked towards you both. She might as well have started taking off her clothes where she stood. She was fanning herself with her hand and wiping sweat from between her cleavage, the telling signs of someone who really wanted to know Jaehyun's cock felt like.

“Your husband is insisting on checking every nook and cranny of this place.” Jaehyun said, a brilliant smile stretched across his face. “I keep telling him there is no need. You won't find a place like this in the city.”

“I’m sorry for his behavior.” the wife said. “He does this all of the time. Nothing is ever good enough for him.”

“I can’t blame him.” Jaehyun said, his eyes roaming down the legs of the wife. “We men love being thorough.”

You slapped a hand against Jaehyun’s chest and tugged on his tie, hoping it would tighten against his throat. “We should get going soon, don’t you think, Jaehyun?”

“Oh, I think we can spare a few minutes, baby.”

The wife was completely ignoring the fact that you were in the room. She took a step towards Jaehyun, batting her eyelashes and pushing out her sweaty breasts. Jaehyun ate up the attention, his eyes practically fucking her right in front of you.

“You are absolutely shameless.” you said, walking away.

You walked through the fully furnished and staged home, finding the husband in the downstairs bathroom (one of three in the house). He wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t really your type. Still, he gave you the attention that made it easy for you to ignore all of that. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

“Like what you see?” you asked, moving one leg out in front of you so that your skirt rode up. “With the house, I mean.”

“Yeah.” he said. “Might be out of our price range. I'll have to check.”

You walked further into the bathroom, your heels click-clacking on the tile. It took only a few seconds for Jaehyun to find you, like it was a mating call, appearing in the bathroom doorway looking relaxed and ready to fuck. You knew the wife was soon to follow, a look of disappointment on her face that Jaehyun didn’t stick around to flirt with her.

You often wondered what women were thinking when caught with alone time involving Jaehyun. Were they imagining him bending them over the kitchen sink and fucking them? Did they think they were special, that he would sneak away from his dull job for an illicit affair with them? You could be sure that they were mentally undressing him, that they were not at all in tune to the fact that Jaehyun, in the end, only had eyes for you.

“If my girl here hasn’t sold you on the house, we would be delighted to show you to others on another date and time.” Jaehyun suggested.

Jaehyun’s words were final. He wanted them to leave immediately, to take their shit and go. You could hear the sour puss in his voice, the slight quiver in sound. He threw his arm around the wife and brought her closer to him. He let a smile consume him, one that made you grit your teeth. The four of you walked out of the bathroom quarters together, back to the open plan living room to discuss things further.

“You smell wonderful.” Jaehyun murmured to the wife of the pair. He let her go. “Anyway, the price isn't negotiable, but we’ll see what we can do if it’s what you really want. You may have to extend your budget further. If not, there are always others, like I said.”

The wife and husband agreed that the house would never be in their budget before leaving. The husband checked out your tits, and the wife cast one last longing look at Jaehyun over her shoulder, her pink tongue sensually gliding along her lower lip. With a serene smile, Jaehyun shut the door behind them, shutting the world out from you and him.

“You could have charmed the panties off of her.” you said, crossing your arms against your chest.” Pretty sure she would have blown you in front of the fridge if you had stood in the kitchen any longer.”

“Is that why you walked away?” Jaehyun said. “Scared of the competition?”

“Please.” you said. “I just really wanted to get fingerbanged by the husband over the toilet.”

“I can make that a reality.” Jaehyun smirked.

You walked into the kitchen and sat on a stool, smiling to yourself when Jaehyun followed you like a dog. “It’s not fair what you do to them.”

Jaehyun held on to either side of the stool and kept his face inches from yours. “You’re just angry because I win every time.”

“The husband always loves his wife too much.”

“And the wife is always ready to get fucked raw.” Jaehyun said. "By yours truly, of course."

“Maybe I should just start fucking the wife.” you said, peeling Jaehyun’s fingers from the stool.

“I would very much like that.”

“I know you would.” you said, pushing him away.

Jaehyun was pushed back feet from you. He yanked at his tie until it was loosely hanging around his neck. He ran a hand through his sandy brown hair, the ends sticking straight up in some places. You watched him, knowing it was what he wanted. You could see his chest hair peeking out from between the now unbuttoned portion of his dress shirt. The heat began to cover your body like a warm blanket of sin, as you thought about tangling your tongue up in those hairs.

“I can feel you on my skin, even though you haven’t touched me yet.” he whispered.

Jaehyun rolled his neck around, cracking it in some places. When his eyes met yours, the shade of brown appeared somewhat darker. You could feel that look rolling all the way down your stomach until it settled in its depths, curling up in itself. Your nerves felt shot, your confidence gone.

“Doesn’t it just feel so good to give in to me?” Jaehyun asked, his voice a little rough. “Don’t you want to play with me in this big, bad house?”

He came to you, only stopping by the length of your knees. He tucked his fingers underneath your chin and brought your eyesight up to his. He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. He let his palm run smoothly down your throat, giving it a little squeeze. Your body was unmoving underneath his touch. Sometimes, you would absolutely vibrate with pleasure when Jaehyun touched you. Other times, you would become still like a steel fortress in the wind, wanting him to work a little for your affection, to open up your doors to him like an open house.

The house was empty, but so full at the same time. Jaehyun got down on his knees in a moment of submission, his head down like he was praying. He hugged you, his arms resting on your thighs, his whole being in your lap. It lasted less than a minute until he was back on his feet, a rare sweetness in his eyes as the rest of his body became unfamiliar and rigid.

“Stand up.” he said, his voice cold, the sound of it rattling through the bones of the house. Though there was a faint grin on his lips and a playful eyebrow raised, Jaehyun wasn’t allowing himself to be played with anymore.

You were not quick enough. He took you by the sides of your shoulders and pulled you from the stool. Your knees buckled but Jaehyun caught you in time, the move making your nipples harden. He could see the reaction through your work shirt, your two little buds staring him in the face. All you wanted was for him to touch you, but he wouldn't.

It was fun playing the game with him, since you two were so alike. There were times when you dominated Jaehyun, making him eat you out and cum before the new couples would arrive at the house. If he failed, he would be punished and have to do something embarrassing for him. If he passed, you would both be in a great mood and would usually get a house sold. Then, like now, there were times when Jaehyun took control, which would usually be followed by a lack of sales disappointment. You could always feel those times coming, the excitement unable to be contained.

Jaehyun took your hand and whisked you off through parts of the house where he knew prying eyes wouldn’t find you. He ran up the stairs eagerly, tugging you along behind him, not bothering to see if you were tripping up.

“The master suite.” Jaehyun said, stopping in front of a door. “Wait here.”

He left you standing in front of the closed door for over five minutes. You kept checking the time on your phone, your eyes roaming up and down every detail of the white, wooden door. If he was trying to tantalize you, it was working. You were very impatient, trying your best not to bust through the door and hop right on his dick.

“Come in.” Jaehyun said.

You held onto the handle, the image of the husband jiggling that very handle less than an hour ago fresh on your mind.

“I won’t tell you twice.” Jaehyun said.

You opened the door and saw Jaehyun sitting on the edge of a model bed. He had stripped it of the crisp sheets and fluffy pillows that were adorning it. He was shirtless and his dress pants were unbuttoned, his brown leather belt hanging by his sides.You drank him in like that, the impatience waning away.

“Come closer.” he said.

“So bossy.” you smiled.

You walked closer. Since you knew that you affected him as much as he affected you, every step felt delicious. You stood in front of him, ready to rip your business skirt off if he just said the magic words.

“Good girl.” he said, standing up.

He was looming over you, the heat from his body making you hot. You wanted to press your hands to his sweaty chest and push him down onto the bed. You wanted to bite his shoulder so hard that it made him cry out. You wanted to sit on that strong jaw, rocking your body over him until he was suffocating.

“Look me in the eyes,” he said. “Don’t look at my body, like I’m a piece of meat.”

“A little bit of disobedience never hurt anyone.” you said, meeting his eyes.

It was difficult to keep your eyes trained on his when you could hear him unzipping his pants. Each click of the teeth made your clit throb, like his tongue was already gliding over it. You could hear his pants falling down to his ankles, and from the corner of your eye, could see him shift slightly to step out of them until he was naked. With your imagination, you thought of him stroking his cock, pumping his fist up and down his shaft.

“Are you with me?” Jaehyun breathed. “Be with me right now.”

You nodded as the sounds of him masturbating heightened. Jaehyun moaned and let his eyes disconnect from yours. Though he was looking down at his cock, you were looking at the top of his pretty head. There were thousands of hairs you could tug and pull to get him to comply, to have him give you his cock. You could feel the tip of him and his fist rubbing against you as he made it upwards, each stroke nearly punching you, because he was so close.

You looked down, the top of your head skimming his. He was going at it slowly, moving his body like he was fucking his own fist. It was so sexy that you could feel all the nerves in your body tingling. Though his pleasure didn't happen to you, you could feel every grain of it. You breathed heavily with him, your body going through the build up with Jaehyun.

Your eyes met him again. Yours were, no doubt, asking him why he was being so cruel. It took a minute for him to stop, for Jaehyun to set his mouth in a grim line, and to cock his head and look lost in thought.

“This isn’t about you.” he said. “This isn’t about your pleasure. On your knees and put my cock in your mouth. Don’t stop sucking until I say.”

As you got slowly to your knees, your lips slid down his stomach, your kisses rushed before he could decline them. You grabbed hold of his cock, the tip of him resting on your bottom lip before you looked up at him. He held your side of the neck before moving to the back of your head and forcing his cock down your throat until your eyes watered.

Fucking in a place that didn’t belong to you was thrilling. The owners could come back any second and catch you in the act. There could be cameras installed, or nosy neighbors coming to check up on the people who owned the lone car that sat in the driveway.

“Is it good?” Jaehyun asked, his voice velvety smooth. "How do I taste?"

You sucked his cock without stopping, testing him with both lips, tongue, and fingers. You brought him back so far into your throat that you choked and took him out with a string of saliva. You swallowed that, too, so grateful to have him in any of your holes.

Jaehyun pulled his cock out and teased himself back inside of your mouth slowly. You let your jaw hang open and laid your tongue flat while he fucked your face. You gripped his thighs and let your fingernails dig into him before he came on your tongue, grabbing a handful of your hair at release.

When he ordered you to stand up, he was still leaking. He wasn’t stopping for anyone, not even when you made a show of wiping his cum off of your chin with your finger and slipping it into your mouth.

"It tastes yummy." you said.

“Clothes off,” Jaehyun said, ignoring you. “Kneel on the bed.”

He wasn’t losing his erection. He treated his cock like it was delicate, holding it in his hands and stroking it gently. You watched him as you stripped, taking a little too long with the stockings. Jaehyun ended up ripping them from your legs and tossing them aside. Without saying another word, he grabbed your ankles and pulled you down to the edge of the bed, nearly making you faceplant on the mattress.

“Fuck.” you whispered, your body jerking in surprise as Jaehyun started eating you out from behind.

He wasn’t shy about it either. He was licking you, moving his head side to side and up and down, just to get every bit of you. His lips were so warm and you were so wet, that you had to sink your upper half onto the bed and place your forehead against your arm. Jaehyun squeezed your ass cheeks and pushed you forward, his tongue lapping up all of your wetness.

You didn’t want to break, to crumble. You wanted to be strong and not moan or give in completely. You didn’t want to let him know that he could bring you down with just a lick, but it was hard not to.

“Beg me.” Jaehyun said, coming up for air.

He smacked your ass and you turned around until you were on your back. It was rough and forceful, and it turned you on. Jaehyun kissed your ankle before moving his lips down your thigh.

“Beg me.” he repeated. “Fucking do it now.”

The hotness on your inner thigh as his mouth got higher was enough to make you call his name. “Please, Jaehyun.” you said. “Don’t stop.”

Jaehyun ate you out, slipping his fingers inside of you. He would occasionally stop and kiss his way up your body to leave hickeys on your neck, and catch glimpses of your face to see if you were enjoying it.

“Not about my pleasure, huh?” you asked, nearly laughing.

Jaehyun groaned. “Don’t ruin it.”

“Too late.” you said, moaning as he fingered you. “You smell like her.”

You kissed his neck and got the bite you wanted from his shoulder. You held him against you, making sure your scent was all over him. His mouth tasted like you, though. You kept kissing him and grabbing at his hands to make sure they didn’t stop fucking you. You were a tangle of bare limbs, holding him against you, and fighting for dominance.

Jaehyun lifted his fingers from your pussy and held himself up over you. He looked you in your eyes, his gaze falling to your lips before he kissed them. He moved his body and slipped his cock inside of you, knocking the air from your mouth.

Missionary position was not your favorite. It was too romantic, not as wild. You wanted him to break your back, to bend you into positions that made your legs wobble the next day. You wanted risk. You wanted it rough. But having Jaehyun’s weight on top of you in that way felt different. You let him move over you, holding your hips as he drilled himself inside of you.

It didn’t last long until you were wanting to flip him over, until you could be on top and ride him. Jaehyun smirked when he realized what you were doing and said, “I don’t think so.”

He leaned up until his sweaty body wasn’t clinging to yours anymore. He spread your thighs apart after pulling you closer to him. He let you get a good view of his cock disappearing inside of you.

“This pussy is mine.” he said, touching his fingers to your clit. “Say it’s mine.”

“It’s mine.” you said.

Jaehyun fucked you faster, his cock hitting your cervix a little rougher. You winced at the discomfort you quite liked, immediately wanting him to keep fucking you deeper.

“Say it.” he said, moaning with each thrust.

“Or what?” you challenged, breathlessly trying to hold yourself together.

Jaehyun gripped your wrists and brought them above your head. He got close to you again, his body smothering yours, and his cock fucking you in a way that was too good to stop.

“I’m yours.” you said. “It’s yours. All of it is yours.”

He smiled when he got what he wanted, the same charming smile that seemed to have most women on tenterhooks, wondering if they would give them something else of his. Jaehyun never would, though, because everything of his was also yours.

[llamagoddessofficial]

what was it like the first time Mc met Skull in the portal Au?

Is it story snippet time? I think it’s story snippet time.

The vent cover was loose.

You’d noticed, as soon as you’d rounded the corner. It didn’t matter that the facility was dark, quiet, deep in one of its night cycles... in the faint illumination of the safety screens and directional arrows left on, you picked up the silhouette of the cover. You were so familiar with the area of the lab around the room you slept in that you probably would’ve seen it anyway... but what immediately made all your attention snap to it was the fact that the glint of sleek metal in the darkness was, in fact, misaligned.

... Sans wanted everything neat. Sans wanted everything right. Red liked it that way, too, but Sans seemed to have the final say. And it showed- the entire facility was neat, angled, symmetrical and impossibly clean. It was so regimented and unnatural that you felt like an outlier yourself; a strange, curved, imperfect biological creature in a space that seemed to bleed robotic perfection from every corner.

... So... something about this one plating... this one vent cover, at a bad angle, tilted just against the grain...

... You were hyperfocused.

You moved over to it, bare feet cat-silent on the warm white floor, crouching down. You weren’t supposed to be out of your room at night, Sans didn’t like you wandering around when he was unaware, powered down for system maintenance and repairs... your fingers sealed around the loosened ends of the vent cover, and with the gentlest of tugs the whole thing came off, leaving a gaping hole in the wall large enough for you to crawl into. 

...

It was like you had a fog, separating one half of your mind from the other. Every day in this strange lab was confusing- and when you tried to ask yourself normal questions, like “where am I?” or “how did I get here?” or “why do I have no memories before this place?” your brain supplied you with absolutely nothing. And not only that, it couldn’t even supply you with the concern you knew you should be experiencing... the fear, the panic, it wouldn’t come. It was the most paradoxical and horrible sensation... the feeling of knowing something was wrong, of knowing you should be scared, but something in your head just not letting you access it.

... Maybe that was why the sight of the hole in the wall, the gap in the artificially perfect world around you, made your heart skip in excitement instead of fear. Maybe that was why you normally would have stuck to what was safe and not done stupid shit like going into vents...

... But this time, you got on your hands and knees, and crawled right in.

You weren’t crawling for a very long time; after what couldn’t have even been a minute of moving in a straight line through the smooth metallic system, the dark space opened up above you, more than enough for you to stand up to your full height in. Your eyes were wide, childlike in wonder- unlike the rest of the facility, that at least seemed to try and fake an air of safety, this place behind the walls... every surface around you was dirty, stained and rusty, there were tubes and buttons and tangled wires sticking out of the floor and ceiling, the whole place was lit up with an unnerving orange glow that was leaking through slits in the flooring. The air was filled with a nasty tang, metallic and almost blood-like, heavy and claustrophobic...

... It was like you’d crawled into hell. Like you’d gone from the head of the facility to the entrance of the throat. Another world...

...

As your gaze lowered...

... There was something in the room with you.

The hairs on the back of your neck bristled. Near the other end of the room there was a large, metallic box, most likely containing important wiring of some kind. From where you were standing you could judge that it was about your shoulder height... pretty big. 

... But it wasn’t the box that had your attention. It was what it was blocking from your view. A perfectly circular crimson light was peeking out from behind that box... a turret eye, bright and awake and alive, cutting through the murky coloured darkness. And the more you stared, the more you could make out, the more you could see the partially obscured hunched figure attached to the eye that was trained directly on you. 

...

“H-hello?” You whispered.

...

“sh-ouldn_t.. be.here.”

... The voice was like nothing you’d ever heard. Deep, deathly deep, you could feel it in your chest like standing next to a speaker- vibrating in your stomach, the palms of your hands, even tingling along your scalp. It sounded... automated, jittering and autotuned and with inflections no human would use, but so clearly with thoughts and feelings behind it, the unmissable edge of somebody who’s cautious, afraid... a downright uncanny mix of machine and man.

“... Should you?” Your voice sounded so... weak. So biological. Your heart was pounding.

... The eye noticeably changed; the dot in the centre became a fraction wider. It took an odd shape, too... from your distance it... looked like a heart...?

A soft, low “... no_.”

“... Then that makes two of us. Right?”

...

The owner of the eye stood up. 

He stood slowly, too. And as he did, the box he’d been crouched behind just got smaller, and smaller, and smaller... a beast, made of the facility’s leftovers. Large enough to crush you like a beetle. The dim orange light touched his silhouette to reveal thick tubes, misshapen metal plates, wires hanging off him like cut vines... a gaping cavity in his chest where a half-broken plasma motor was faintly humming and glowing. One of his hands looked vaguely humanoid but the other was just a badly affixed pincer claw... the plate on his face had been haphazardly cut away so his one red eye could see, and a skeletal nose shape had been carved into the centre. Everything about him was asymmetric, uneven, mismatched... 

You opened your mouth-

[Bleep!]

...

It floated through the room. A light noise, like a phone notification. You took note of the fact that you couldn’t hear it echoing through the rest of the facility... something that was only heard in the backrooms, perhaps? It was a very gentle little sound, nothing more than a light jingle...

... Except he flinched like a gunshot had gone off, eye blinking out entirely. Immediately, he turned around- you let out a little “H-hey, wait!” and raised your arm but it didn’t stop him. In a few giant steps he’d completely disappeared around a corner, clanging sounds moving so much deeper into the metalworks in such a short amount of time that you found yourself immediately disoriented. How... you were just standing there, how did someone that huge and heavy move so fast?

...

You wanted to pursue. You wanted to chase him deep into the bowels of the lab, down where you weren’t ever supposed to go, where no light would reach... you wanted to so badly you’d already moved a few steps without realising.

... But at the same time, you felt like you’d done enough for one day. Your nose stung from the strange smells in the air, your eyes were straining in the orange darkness... you wanted to go to sleep, back to your relaxation chamber, to rest for now and figure out what the hell you’d just seen.

What the hell you’d just spoken to.

... You turned, and clambered back through the vent. It took no time at all to re-emerge back in the regular facility... back to the whiteness, the cleanliness, the perfect and fake.

...

You had no idea why he’d reacted the way he had to that sound. What did it mean? You trailed your hand along the wall as you walked, making your way through the halls back to your chamber, the floor smooth and faultless under your bare soles. Was it... some kind of warning? An alert system? Was he running toward something, or away fr-

“subject.” 

- You almost jumped out of your fucking skin.

You were never sure where Sans’ voice was coming from. It always seemed to just spontaneously exist all around you, disembodied and impossible to describe, surrounding you on all sides as if emanating from the air in the building itself. No matter how hard you searched you could never seem to find any speakers on the cold, unfriendly white walls or floor... just further adding to the confusion and dream-like quality of this whole place. You clutched your chest, taking a little breath, trying to disguise the wild flinch that you’d just experienced.

“Y-yeah?” You said, smooth as always, and totally completely not-startled.

Sans always heard you, no matter how quietly you spoke- and judging by passing comments he’d made he always seemed to be able to see you and your expression. God, you hoped he couldn’t read the panic in your face.

“the facility is in night cycle.” Calm, emotionless, slightly autotuned, as per usual... but a little softer than the norm. “why are you out of your relaxation chamber?”

You glanced up at the nearest camera, a small black orb close to the ceiling with a gently blinking blue light.

...

“I-I can’t sleep.” Was all you could think of.

...

“... perhaps it will be easier to sleep... if you are reclined in a position, in which you can actually sleep. you should return to your chamber.”

“... I’m just walking around.” You kept moving, hoping he wouldn’t think about where you’d come from. “I mean... N-not all of us have a ‘go to sleep instantly’ button. I’m clearing my head. I’m fine, I'm on my way back anyway.”

...

“you’re stammering. your heart rate is elevated.”

Shit. Shit. No, it’s-

“... did you experience a nightmare?”

...

“O-oh. Yeah. Uhm...” You rubbed the back of your neck, eyes drifting down to the floor. “You know about those?”

“i have access to the combined entirety of human knowledge. yes, i am aware of nightmares.”

“W-well... yeah. Yes. I... had one. I’m walking it off.”

... A pause, on his part. 

...

“... i can turn the lights back on. if... you’d like to walk around.”

“No thank you. It’ll just make me feel more awake.”

“i see. ... well. i need to complete some more system reboots. i will be partially offline again. if... you need me, just call.”

“Okay. Sure. I will.”

[myfeetkeepdancing]

KoH!Tom x Male Reader Blurb

A/N: In the past few weeks I’ve been playing this game called Hades, and completely and utterly fell in love with Zagreus 😍 I mean... Look at him... I couldn’t help myself and envisioned Tom in such attire. And so this short blurb was born. 

Forgive me! I can’t stop thinking about it! I’ll go back to regular content soon 😉

Words: 2404

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Moist and warmth roll after you the moment you first set foot from underneath the shower. The colder air immediately nipping at your exposed skin. But nothing beats a refreshing warm shower to start the day. With a quick rinse of your towel, you slap around your waist and turn into your room. You open your wardrobe in search of underwear. It had to be there somewhere.

Rummaging through as you sense an odd tingle, a jolt shooting up along your spine. Something close to a shiver. But it wasn't the cold fresh air getting a grip on your naked body.

"Hmmm… That's a good look on you (Y/N)." A voice, somewhat deep and teasing, sounds behind you. Followed by a sinister chuckle. "I like it..."

"Holy-!" You jump scare, turning around on the balls of your heel, covering your mouth with one hand. Keeping you from blurting out any more. You blinked once, twice, and thrice. But your eyes didn't deceive you. "What the…?!" Your other hand caught the towel just in time. Taking a step backward, bumping into your wardrobe butt first. Almost letting the towel fall to the floor again.

A mischievous smile and eyes sparkling as you had never seen before stared directly into yours. It captivated you. The way he seated himself on the edge of your bed, with such calm and ease. Lounging like he owns the place. It's unnerving. "Yes…" He says, tilting his head to the side. "Yes… You should walk around like that more often." His smile broadened with contempt as he eyed your naked form, top to bottom.

"Wh-..." Your lips move, but no sounds come from your throat. It takes your mind a few seconds to comprehend what was happening and get yourself together. "How'd you get into my house?!" You ask, somewhat aggravated while shaking your head and trying to blink away the image before you. But to no avail. He was as real as they get. "Is this some kind of joke? Who the hell are you?"

"You don't recognize me?" He says, raising an eyebrow.

"No, of course I don't! If I would, I'd reacted differently!"

"That's fair." He nodded. "You know…" He grunted lightly. "I don't have much… time-..." Speaking with a slight interval in his sentence... "-...in this mortal realm of yours."

"Mortal… realm?" You reply, annoyed, eyeing the shirt from the corner of your eye. It lay crumpled together on the closet, within arm's length. "Speak up. You're freaking me the fuck out."

"(Y/N). I'm here with good intentions. Only took me some time, years actually-..." Raking his fingers absentmindedly through his hair. "-to find you." His smile was contagious. Something about it, the way he wanted your attention, it cooled your sudden anger. "You hid well (Y/N)."

"I didn't… I'm here. Always have been. Just... tell me what's going on. And… what are you wearing?" Eyeing the very much revealing attire he wore.

"I only need a little bit of your time." He pursed his lips into a small smile. "You can start by calling me Tom." The way he spoke his name had a certain ring to it. Like a tug at the back of your mind. A tingling running up your spine. A ring of familiarity. The way he looks at you, as if he's searching for a reaction. Your guts feel rearranged, entangled in something you haven't felt before. Your eyes are drawn to him. And the more you give your eyes the time to look. The more you want to. Something pulls you to him.

The man sitting in front of you was truly something. You had never seen anything quite like it before. He is broad, muscular, a physique you've only seen in the movies. The muscles were big and tempting to look at, the way they tensed and relaxed under his movement. The man himself wore not much more than you did. From his shoulder ran some sort of a robe—an unusual style of clothing. What you can see are two layers of cloth— both of stark contrast to one another yet satisfying to the eye: a deep dark crimson red and the other black, as dark as night. The black one covered most of his body. Its edges were ornated with a gray line and odd symbols. The second red layer sat atop the black one. Both running slanted from the shoulder downwards to the belt, covering half his chest and stomach. It ended up tucked underneath the belt, and the remaining of the cloth covered his waist and that which sat beneath. He wore no pants, nor shoes. He is just like you… scarcely dressed.

This clothing reminded you of the Greeks and their Gods. The robes hang loosely from his figure, thus showing a lot of his physique. This much skin, bare and about, was confronting at first. And you can't help but stare. It all fitted so well together. The lines, curves, and shapes all coalesce together perfectly. He's like one of those statues you see in a museum. He's stunning. Perfection. In every possible way. Sculpted like, through, and by the Gods themselves. His chest is big, with one pec in the open. Down that smooth and galant line of his robe showed the smooth ridges and valleys of muscles. It displayed much, and the man seemed to hold his physique with pride and confidence. As he slowly leaned to the other side, giving you more to look at what was hiding underneath. It's breathtaking to gaze upon.

You only notice as you try to peel your eyes off of him. The room itself seemed darker, intensifying the colors he somehow emitted. You don't understand any of it at all. But it draws your eye. And it keeps your attention. It's so random, and yet… satisfying to watch. Your eyes slide upwards to the source of light, past the exposed collarbones and strong neck leading to his head.

It illuminated the small space surrounding him. A hue of orange, yellow and red cast upon the wall, dancing like flames. There was no draft in the room. Yet small laurels, ember bright and glowing, detached from the wreath that wrapped around his hair. Once detached, it twirled up into the air and slowly burned out like a cinder from a fire—curling and twisting into itself before disappearing into thin air.

"Did something caught your eye?" He taunts with a seducing twist in his voice. "Is it my clothing?" Running his hand along the lining, down from his hip to his shoulder. The way he did was almost like a tease. As his hand ended up at his shoulder, he pulled the cloth back into position. It looked regal again. Almost official. Yet it felt like foreplay. You wanted to see more. It's as if he knew. "Or what's underneath?" He continued with a grin spreading across his face.

"I… don't know." You stammered, licking your lips nervously. Feeling your cheeks color with blushes. "I haven't… seen something… or someone… like this… before." Your heart raced inside your cavity. Blood pressure rising. "I'm pretty sure…"

"Take a good look." He leaned forward, allowing the cloth to slowly slide from his shoulder again. Giving you more to absentminded gaze at again. "You had something similar." Reaching underneath the layered fabric to scratch his chest, breaking your line of sight. In response, shooting your eyes back into his. "But I've always preferred this…" Eyeing your bare naked body again.

With two fingers, he dismissively gestures towards the shirt you were reaching for. But completely forgot once your eyes and mind were occupied elsewhere. "No need for that."

You jerk your head towards the shirt as it spontaneously bursts into raging flames. Consuming it at a rapid pace. You release a yelp, afraid the fire might catch something else. But within a blink or two, the shirt had burned up without affecting the rest. The ashes dwindling away from existence with a gust of sudden air out of nowhere. "Wh-...?"

"You look mighty fine as is." He said. "I suggest you don't open any drawers for... more clothing." He groans again, holding his midriff, trying to get himself together. "Now…" He continued with his dark seducing voice. "Did something come back to you? When you… looked."

"Holy shit… !" You curse loudly. "Y-Your… You're some kind of… God?"

"Something like that." He smirked. "But far from holy." Rising to his feet with his arms hanging beside him. He seemed to be on the short side, but now you finally got to see the whole picture. The real proportions and volume of his muscle now really began to show. His abs and chest. Veins running on his lower arms. "Think (Y/N)." He pressed on. Pulling you from your daydreaming again. "Can you remember anything?" He actually looked menacing. As he stood up, the belt around his waist came into view. Panic suddenly hits you as you notice various white stones with carved smiling skulls depicted on his belt.

"No-No-No!" You hold out one hand, trying to keep him at bay. While the other barely held the towel in place and your back pressed against the wardrobe. "I… I don't remember! Please!? I don't! Please?! J-Just… just leave me be!"

"(Y/N)..." The way your name rolled from his mouth. With such calm and coolness. The way he carried himself, step by step. Careful and slowly. "Nothings going to happen to you. On the contrary..." He said, stepping even closer to you. "I'm going to help you." His voice had a peaceful and reasonable tone. You automatically lower your arm as he comes in reach. Something withholds you from touching him.

"I… don't… W-With what...? With what... are you going to help?" You feel your hairs rise, the air stock in your throat. He was so close. 

"You..." He hesitated for a moment. Clearly rethinking what he was about to say. "I need... you back…" His breathing got hampered. "And it's… Please… (Y/N)...Nnggh…" he groaned as he averted his eyes. His entire body shook for a moment before returning his gaze. "Listen…" Taking one final step forward. Making the whole conversation up close and personal. "My time here is… s-short… and I want you to show something." His eyes draw you in. You hang to each and every word that falls from his lips. So close, he's even more impressive to look at. 

"I… I... don't understand..." You stammer, watching him with big eyes. "I've always been here… And… never knew you?" With every fleeting moment of silence, and your eyes captivated by his, you begin to feel caught between the wardrobe and him. If you could move, you maybe would. But somehow, you didn't. Only the tingling sensation on your thighs snapped you out of glaring at him. You look down, past your fingers holding the towel, and panic hits you again. The orange and red glow of sundering flame reflected in your eyes. Slowly consuming the towel. "What are you doing?!" Your eyes dart up and down from the towel to him. "Tom! Talk to me!"

"I'll... help you… remember." Before you manage to react, two fingers lift you by your chin. It's him. Even closer. Standing merely inches away from you. You meet his eyes up close, and for the first time are truly realizing the beautiful features of his face. It's gorgeous. The angles, the lines. The proportions, they match perfectly. Drowning in his eyes. They're deep and meaningful. And there's something in his eyes you have never seen before with anyone before. 

Words fall short from your mouth as he moves closer. Ghosting dangerously close to your lips 

"You'll soon... r-re...member what… once... w-was." He whispers, almost like a spell, it captures you. Tantalizing you. His breath fanning across your skin. "Fr...agments. Glimpses-s... of the… past." A reassuring smile was more than enough. 

"C-Can't… you tell me?" 

"It doesn't work that way…" He grunted. "You'll understand soon enough."

"I… I… Tom?"

"Close... your eyes..." He interjected. Slightly tilting his head to the side.

"And if I don't…"

The touch of his lips upon yours sets things in motion you had never experienced before. Your eyes closed as he said you should, and you follow in the motion. The soft, warm cushions of his lips dancing against yours. It's slow at first. With both his hands cupping your cheek. He has full control. He knows what he's doing.

The conversation must have taken only several minutes. But your body has cooled down quickly. And you only notice that once his lips are sealed with yours. Like the morning sun touching upon your skin. A fireplace coming to life again. A spark igniting what once was. This glowing sensation boiling from deep within you. A warmth is flowing through you. A jolt of life dashing through you. You feel alive. Better. Stronger. 

It's unheard of.

"I… I… w-will… return…" He grunted against your lips. "And I… I'll… keep… d-d-doing… this…-" Until his lips part, resting his forehead against yours. The brush of his fingers, stroking along your cheek. "-Until… y-you… remember…” 

Your eyes shoot wide open. A gasp of air sucked into your lungs brings you back once more. Your vision scans left and right throughout the room. The light hitting your eyes again. But the visage of the man was gone. One hand holding onto your member, no towel in sight. You pull back the other hand in surprise, hanging there mid-air before you, as if reaching out for something or someone. You swallow the lump in your throat as the images flashed through your mind again. But it's vague, distant, and ...new?

A laurel, bright in color and familiar to the ones you saw earlier, dwindled through the air in front of you. With two fingers, you grab it, afraid it might burn up like the one you saw. Between your fingers, it felt warm to the touch. The texture was gold-like. Smooth and shiny. Yet, it didn't disintegrate. A confirmation that what just happened was real. It filled you with more questions than answers. But above all, you felt alive. As so did your body. In your other hand, your member had stiffened at the thought of the man. Tom. A shuddering breath left yout shaking body. A strong, aching itch started to arise.

He better return.

[aliaslua]

34, 37 and 40 for donnie please? :3

Great combo if I may so say myself... Also warning: this is pure fluff. Like fluffy fluff, it’s so sweet it’s giving my cavities, just how I like. Hope you like it as well.

You missed him, of course you did... but you knew going into the relationship that Donatello had bigger responsibilities that didn’t involve you. Despite that, you felt pretty lonely that night, hidden under the blankets, TV on, a steamy beverage in your hands used to be enough to make you feel utterly cosy, but not since you started dating. It had taken so long for Donnie to finally open up and accept his feelings for you and even longer for him to actually believe that you felt the same and now it seemed that you never had time together. 

A selfish thought crossed your head: you wished he had more time for you. Why would he occupy so much of his time dedicated to guard and protect a city full of people who would call him a monster and never dare to glance again but couldn’t spend a full night next to you, the one person who would take a bullet for him? A heavy sighed filled your chest. You felt guilty for thinking that way, especially knowing how much effort he put into his life purpose, he and his brothers spent every night protecting those citizens and besides all the sorrow, you were proud of him. 

Once again you checked your phone, his last message still shining in the screen: 

Can’t come. Sorry. Major system lockdown. Stay safe. See you Wednesday.

***

A loud bang woke you up, heart pounding against your chest. Someone was in the apartment, quickly glancing at your surroundings, you tried to find something - anything- to throw at the invader. You felt your throat closing with anxiety and when you finally had the guts to grab a book sitting on the living room desk, you used all your strength to throw it in the direction of the sound. 

The invader grabbed the heavy book while it was still in the air. Big hands, green hands.

“DONNIE?”

“Did you just throw a book at me?”

“YES! I was sleeping and I thought you were a BURGLAR! You scared the shit out of me!”

“You were going to defend yourself with a book?” He stepped closer to you “Y/N you can’t throw objects if someone invades your home, you’re gonna give away your location!”

An incredulous laugh escaped your lips “You are unbelievable.”

He smiled and held you in his arms, you returned the hug, laying your head in his chest. 

“I am sorry for scaring you.” He whispered, kissing your scalp. 

“Did something happen?” You let go of him, staring at his face “What time is it?”

“No… Uh… It’s almost 4am. Everything is fine. I just finished what I had to do and… Huh…” You saw his face change while he blushed “I thought I would come so we can be together. You know…”

“You come to my home and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?” You couldn’t hide your disbelief. 

“Yeah,” He answered “It’s ok if you don’t want to, I can come back on Wednesday.”

“Are you kidding!?” You jumped back into his arms “This is everything I wanted.”

With one big motion he grabbed you off the ground and carried you back to the sofa, sitting down before accommodating you in his lap, you grabbed the blanket and covered both of you with it then laid your head in his shoulders, enjoying the indescribable pleasure of feeling his arms around you. 

“You look like you need a hug” he confessed “Y/N I know I am not the most present boyfriend. I am really sorry for being so absent most of the time…”

“It’s ok…” You started saying, but he interrupted you.

“No… I know it’s not ok. I know being with me requires a lot of patience and I know I don’t give you the attention that you deserve. I am sorry.” 

You felt a tiny knot build up in your throat but before you could confess your anguish, he continued:

“I promise that I will  be more present from now on.”

You smiled and used your hands to stroke his cheeks: “I know you already do your best. You pledged your life to a bigger cause… I don’t want to interfere with it.” 

“You are NOT interfering Y/N… Sometimes I feel… I know I don’t say how much I love you enough. You aren’t an interference in my life, you are my true purpose!” 

Too late, you felt as a stubborn tear made its way down your face. The happiest chuckle filled the room as you grabbed his neck and hugged him, the tightest you could. 

“You’re so fucking adorable… I love you, Donnie. I truly do.”

He stroked your hair pulling it away from your face, a gentle kiss followed, joining your lips together. Pretty soon the sun would rise and he would have to leave again, this time with the certainty you would be together at heart.

[fuzziemutt]

Do You Understand ?

Chapter 8/9 - Link to MasterList in reblog

Summary: One more apology to go...

tw: unhealthy thinking. This one is also much lighter than the previous.

Connor took a deep breath. His coin flicked back and forth, leg bouncing methodically, body thrumming with an added anxious energy he wasn’t expecting to feel. He was just going to talk to Hank, Hank would... understand. Sure the old man got upset when Connor did anything “stupid” (or died) but everything would be fine. 

He was in an automated taxi making its way to the Ambassador Bridge where, on a whim, he messaged Hank he would meet up with him in two hours. The meeting with the leaders was just yesterday and it spurred him to fix things with Hank while he still felt (brave) optimal enough to do so. Nines wasn’t with him this time; he thought of asking him to join, but Connor felt this was too personal and had to do it on his own. He really hoped he didn’t regret this.

Arguably, this really wasn’t a good time to do this. Connor warily glanced out the window for the 50th time, watching the way the snow piled ever higher with the clouds threatening to release more of the terrible substance. Usually he was able to keep his stress levels relatively low, low being closer to 50 than 20 if he was honest, ever since the snow started up again roughly a month ago. However, today’s weather with the meeting from yesterday, the looming anniversary of his second deployment, and now his self assigned meet up with Hank didn’t help how nervous he felt about this all. He should have asked to meet at Hank’s house, but he felt that was crossing an invisible boundary even if he still kept Hank’s house key on him at all times. 

But he had to do this now as he knew he would go back to hiding if he didn’t, so he just kept pushing the fridgid memories down.

Before long, the taxi rolled to a stop, perfectly parked, uncaring of the android who needed another minute of breathing and rapid coin flicks till he climbed out. Hank wasn’t there yet, but Connor pushed down the spike of panic. The roads were still being cleared from the morning snow, it was fine, Hank also was human and couldn’t predict just how long it took to get everywhere. It was going to be fine. He needed to be careful with his stress levels today.

He made his way over to the bench he hasn’t seen in a long time. With that energy still thrumming, he went about pacing, almost jogging to get rid of the excess energy. He was all alone so he didn’t worry too much about being caught and just kept an eye out for that familiar Oldsmobile. The moment he caught its grey color getting closer, he made himself go and sit down on the bench staying as still as possible. He tried to not look too tense and instead inviting, he didn’t want to set Hank off about his internal struggles. This was about them, not about his past after all.

“Was kinda surprised to see your text,” a gruff voice said after the tell tale thunk of a car door closing. It sounded like Hank was trying to lighten the mood with the awkward laugh that followed, but the lack of response made the silence return. 

Hank came into Connor’s view not too long after that, awkward shuffling before he settled on the bench next to him. A bit of space between the two. Connor wasn’t sure where to start. Who should be apologizing here? He felt like he was supposed to be for some reason despite Hank having been the one who hurt him. This was confusing. Maybe he should have asked Nines to come with…

“So.. what’s up?” Hank offered up after a couple minutes. He was clearly uncomfortable if the way he kept glancing at Connor and his hands kept messing with his jacket said anything.

“I… I’m not sure how to go about this.”

“Go about what exactly?”

“This? I want… to fix our relationship.. I miss. I miss our conversations… and Sumo,” Connor ventured very unsure where to go. He added the last bit to lighten the mood, but it was also the truth. He hasn’t seen the dog since he moved out. 

Hank nodded and sat there thinking. He would be better at going about this Connor didn’t doubt.

“I won’t lie. I’m not the best at ‘emotional stuff’ like this, but I can see you’re strugglin’ so…” 

A chin scratch then throat clearing, “I know deviancy hasn’t been the easiest on you especially from what I could tell Cyberlife was like. I don’t know what happened that made you shut us all out for so long though. Would you mind telling me what the hell happened at that meeting before we go any further?” 

Oh. Oh yeah he never told Hank what happened did he? He knew Hank talked to Markus.. He didn’t think Markus would have left it vague. He honestly thought the leader would have laid out all the details for everyone to see. Interesting. He’s just stalling for time now.

“I wasn’t lying about how we were discussing what we would be doing with the androids that react negatively towards humans. I was suggesting that we make safe zones where humans would not be able to enter when North got upset,” Connor felt his hands clench together and nose wrinkle a bit, “She went on saying how I had no place in the conversation as I never supposedly have had bad relations with humans since I was so close to you. She said how I would never be able to.. Understand… their struggles.”

He let himself close his eyes and take a breath before continuing. There was no point in getting himself worked up again here.

“For the past several months, I’ve been treated time and time again like I have no say in anything. As if I never experienced emotions or the extent of cruelty humans can have. The constant use of that word it.. I felt something snap inside of me, and I let out my anger on them. I was too upset from months of frustration to stop myself. Afterwards, in a way I saw to protect myself from that horrible feeling, I shut everyone out.” 

He couldn’t stand to look at Hank anymore, taking up staring at the river instead. The river didn’t have eyes that could hold judgement. Distantly he was a bit surprised he managed to even say all of that so steadily.

“I see. Is that why you uhh.. Moved out of the house so quickly?” 

“Partially…” he caught a hand motioning ‘go on’ in the corner of his visuals. 

“You also did it. Using the word and discounting me. I mean. I wanted to be alone to process what happened and keep myself safe as mentioned, but I.. I didn’t want to do the same thing to you as well. So I left before I made anything worse.”

Connor closed his eyes ready for some sort of reprimand. He wasn’t sure why he expected to get punished when Hank had asked what happened, but he couldn’t help the dread that was sitting in his already anxious internal cavity. 

A muffled ‘fuck’ caught his attention and he opened his eyes again. Glancing over he saw that Hank was rubbing a hand on his face, looking at the ground with some sort of expression Connor couldn’t place. His eyes suddenly glanced up, looking into Connor.

“Look, kid. I’m sorry for what I’ve said,” mentally Connor ticked another mark of hearing the word sorry, “I know I still have my own issues to work through, but I should have watched what I said better. And before you go all ‘you couldn’t have predicted’ or whatever, it’s no excuse. I’m a grown ass man who should have seen how I was hurting you.” 

A sigh and another round of face rubbing. A nervous tick maybe? 

“I’m not going to pull you under the bus either by saying you should have told me you were feeling that way. Because I think we both know that whatever Cyberlife did fucked you up real good, and you never would have said shit as long as you could. So. I fucked up and I can’t guarantee I’ll do better, but I sure as hell will try.” 

Connor let those words settle a bit. He didn’t look as openly sorry as Nines but his eyes spoke more volume. Hank has been there since the revolution. He wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine obviously, he still had bad days and relapses, but he did try. He helped Connor whenever he asked what seemed like obvious questions about emotions and human interactions. He would get Connor’s mind off the past on bad days, awkwardly but still there. 

“I accept your apology. I’m not sure if I can say I can trust you the same amount as before, but I don’t want to push you away anymore.”

Hank’s shoulders slumped in relief a bit and a one sided smile joined it. It didn’t last long as he soon looked around, hesitant about something.

“Would… Would you want to move back in?” 

“No.. not now.. I’m not sure if I ever would like to move back with you, Hank. I miss the feeling of home your house brings me but I.. I’m still scared of getting hurt again. I also enjoy the privacy my apartment brings me.” 

Hank seemed to slump a bit from what he assumed was sad disappointment, but he nodded seriously. 

“I’ll still visit when I get the chance. I wasn’t lying when I said I miss Sumo,” Connor kind of blurted a bit quickly. He didn’t want his friend thinking he was only going to tolerate him at work.

A gruff laugh, “He misses you too, son” and a hand messing up Connor’s gelled hair (which he did not mope about in any sense). 

-

The lingering dread and fear from the snow lasted with him the whole time him and Hank spoke after that. But it wasn’t as overwhelming. Hank didn’t stay much longer, getting up complaining about how he was too old for this shit and needed to get home before his joints shattered which Connor helpfully informed at what temperature that could actually happen. 

Connor did accept the offer for a ride to his apartment. He turned down the offer to see Sumo. He wanted to see the big lump of fur, but he used up a lot of energy trying to keep his stress levels stable all day and wanted to rest by himself for a bit. Hank didn’t take too much offense to it it seems at least.

[anonymous0writer]

Dial Tones II JJ Maybank

Author: @anonymous0writer​

Warnings: Alcohol use. Some bad self image. All characters have been made 18+ and for this, I imagined them in college and living on their own.

Requested: Yes!

“Omg I would love it if you wrote for the obx cast! You are such a talented writer! And you are definitely not annoying anyone with the spamming. You are filling the void during this quarantine ❤️ could I also request a songfic for JJ x reader based off 3 AM by Halsey?”

A/N: I love Halsey, and these songfics are giving me life. Ugh, I love writing based off songs sm. Also, anon, you are an angel! <3

This is really sad, like super sad I was like shit, girl you need help when writing, and the reader has kinda a lot of issues, but I was going off the lyrics. 

Song lyrics look like this

Darling, I just left the bar And I've misplaced all my credit cards My self preservation and all of my reservations Are sitting and contemplatin' what to do with me, do with me

You stumble, blinded by the alcohol surging in your veins. Your hands dart out, catching your fall as you lean against the brick wall of the bar. The rough building material scratches at your hands. You take a deep breath, smiling like a fool due the one thing and one thing only. The heavy intake of sharp alcohol. Tomorrow you’d be in a world of hurt, but your brain was too muddled and everything seemed too light for you to worry about it.

At the back of your mind hung the memories and words you tried to push away so desperately. The words that made you tip the shot back a little farther. There was nothing in particular, but every relationship, every emotion hinged onto them were enough to make you want to pass out drunk. 

A sob rises in your throat, but you swallow it down, your vision going blurry. The shapes of cars speeding past and the silhouettes of people blur, the edges bleeding like water to ink.

The pads of your fingers scrape against the brick, making them go raw as you stumble along the wall, fighting the sobs and the storm of feelings catching up to you. This was the exact thing you tried to hold back, but the laughs turned into cries so easily it was hard to tell which one was which.

Think I took it way too far And I'm stumbling drunk, getting in a car

You fumbled for the keys to your car, tears burning at the back of your eyes. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wince as the car’s light flashes and cut into the fog of your brain, searing through your thoughts. You took it too far this time. Drunk too much, drowned your storm of thoughts and feelings in the deeper pit. You had fallen off the edge too many times and here you were, fumbling to get the car door open just to sit in it and cry. 

Of course you took it too far. Isn’t that what you always did? 

My insecurities are hurting me Someone, please come and flirt with me I really need a mirror that'll come along and tell me that I'm fine

You glared, eyebrows slanting over your eyes. Nasty thoughts relating to your body or personality attacked, burning your skin as they hit. They were like mosquitoes, nasty and just there to feed. And of course, you could only stop a few until you gave up, waking up the next morning with the aftermath marring your skin. 

The mirror stared back at you, your twin glittering in the light. The girl was glaring back, equally mad about the way you looked. About the way your hips curved in the dress, and the way your stomach popped out, dress doing nothing to smooth over it.

You closed your eyes, feet curling into the carpet as you twisted around, refusing to continue searching for imperfections. You just needed to get to the club, see your friends and find a half drunk man to flirt with to forget the girl in the mirror. 

I do it every time I keep on hanging on the line Ignoring every warning sign Come on and make me feel alright again

“No, don’t do it,” Kiara shook her head, watching you with saddened eyes as your phone was clutched in your hand. His familiar name and face was waiting to be summoned as your finger hovered over the call button. 

Your jaw flickered as you debated. The few shots in your system said hell yes, the broken part of yourself asked to hear his words in a small voice as the sober you screamed not to. It wasn’t smart, that was sure, but you couldn't help the need to hear the gruffness of his voice when he woke up, or the softness of his voice when he was tired, or the smirk in his words as he eyed you. You felt the need to hear his voice and picture him as he talked to you, only for him to hang up too soon and a hollow feeling pooling in the cavity of your chest. 

You didn’t even process it as your finger pressed on the screen and the call was dialing, waiting on the edge of your seat to see if he’d even pick up. 

You ignored Kiara’s cry of protest and Sarah’s huff of pity. You didn’t want to see the look on their faces as he hung up and left you worse than before. You didn’t want to feel the way Sarah slid her arm over your shoulders and pulled you close. You didn’t want to hear the soft words from Kie’s mouth, telling you to move on and find another one. Because if you found someone else, they’d just do what every other man did. Love and leave. Love and leave. It was a vicious circle, but it was easier to fall back into the routine of drunk calling him instead of having your hope rise as you found another. So you ignored the warning signs. 

You snapped back as the dial tone rang into your ear, stark and buzzing. He let it run through.

'Cause it's 3am And I'm calling everybody that I know And here we go again While I'm running through the numbers in my phone

You were seated in your bed, hair messy and clothes in disarray from the constant tossing and turning as your brain wouldn’t turn off. So you restored into what you always did. Call. Phone in front of you, screen glaring its ugly light to illuminate your face. Hands shaking as they reached for the next number. Which you paid attention to. You’d always call, still in your thoughts or exhausted when you ran through the list of numbers. But you were always alert when your finger passed over his number. 

Your eyes stared so hard at the ten digits they swum across the screen. You blinked, eyelashes brushing against your pale cheeks. Your fingers reached for the call button, hands trembling like they always did this late. 

The pad of your finger touched the number. Your room swelled with the ring of the dial tone, and you held your breath. Hoping.

I need it digital 'Cause, baby, when it's physical I end up alone, end up alone

“Hello?” His voice broke through the calm of your room, making your eyes dart to the screen. He had picked up.

 “Hi,” Your voice rose and broke, the quiver of your hands seeping into your voice. 

“Y/N.” 

His voice sounded tired and disappointed. He wasn’t happy to see you calling- not like the way your heart rose when it showed he picked up. Your face fell, heart crashing into your stomach, the remainder of your barely intact heart falling to pieces, joining the graveyard of the others. You swallowed, emotions bubbling in you so fast it made you dizzy. 

“I’m sorry,” You words were whispered, barely carrying through the phone meeting his ear. “I’m so sorry.” 

By now you didn’t even know what you were apologizing for. Forcing him away? Calling him repeatedly? When you were drunk? When you were plagued with your own mind? For begin so easy to break? For giving him a broken heart? For not being able to love yourself no matter what anyone thought? For letting your thoughts kill you slowly? For scaring him off? No matter what it was, you were sorry.

“Stop.” He begged, and your glassy eyes snapped to the phone. Your trembling hands clenched the sheets. “Please stop. Don’t do this again.” 

Another ‘sorry’ escaped your lips. 

“Stop crying, Y/N. Pick yourself up. Move on. Take care of yourself and get help.” The familiar soothe of his words easing your mind and heart. Your thoughts dropped, recoiling away into the corners of your mind. Your lips parted but no words came spilling. 

“You need to help yourself. You have to stop throwing yourself into relationships when you’re so broken. Y/N, please.” 

Your eyes fluttered closed and you took in his words, letting them soak into your skin, soothing the burns of your destructive thoughts, holding up the broken parts of your heart and making you warm. The power of his voice was enough to allow you to sleep. But his voice faded and he hung up. The call ended, leaving you laying on your back, blankets surrounding you in a halo, eyes staring at your ceiling blankly. Breathes pulling and exiting your chest, making a soft hum in the dead quiet of your darkened room. 

Loving someone in the real light. Physically, mentally- that was hard. Digitally was easier, allowing you to have some distance. Phone calls and texts allowed you to not throw your shit on them. No matter what you did. No matter the calls or the hugs- you always ended up in your room, breathing shallow and wall the only thing entertaining. You always ended up alone.

Every night I wanna live in color through a white-blue screen I got a technicolor vision going vivid in my white-blue jeans I know it's complicated 'cause everyone that I've dated Says they hate it 'cause they don't know what to do with me, do with me

Nights were the best and worst. Early nights, where you danced your feet sore, sang your throat raw and drank your brain fuzzy. But late nights were the opposite. Staring the ceiling until your eyes unfocused, listening to the stuffy silence, the dial tone ringing in your ears along with the countless calls not taken.

But tonight was a good night. Kie and Sarah were with you, laughter and fun in higher doses than the alcohol. You three were crammed into the dance floor, the music so loud it was practically pulsing through the floor, making the vibrations shiver in your bones. 

The lights of the club were alive and bright, the colors flashing and moving to the beat of the music, casting shadows and lights across your skin. Red and blue and then purple danced across your body, chased by the slashes of orange and the dots of yellow. 

You loved living like this, the beat of the music in your bones, the colors of the lights flashing across your skin in wild patterns. When you danced with your best friends, laughter loud and smiles true bright. 

But you usually weren’t like this. You liked the calm of the take out sitting on your balcony and staring at the city. You were complicated and what you liked changed all the time. You would want to stay out all night for a second, and the next you’d want to curl up in bed and watch movies. Your mind flipped and switched constantly, confusing the boys in your life. You were complicated. And they hated it. Hated the way you changed your mind and were so broken. And they made sure you knew it. They didn’t know what to do with your changing mind and dark thoughts and broken heart. So they did what the last one did. Left.

I need it digital 'Cause baby when it's physical I end up alone

You smiled softly, your tears drying and the edges of your mouth tilting up. You sniffle and listen to the video over, hands easing in their constant shaking. You closed your eyes, listening to the hum of his laugh and the crinkle of his eyes as he grinned. You opened your eyes again, watching the clip with a bittersweet taste on your tongue.

The camera flipped and dropped as his arms encircled your waist, pulling you into his lap as you giggled. 

“JJ!” Your voice was high and bursting with joy. His face was lost into the crook of your neck, and when he looked up, his eyes found the camera. 

Your breath shortened at the light hitting his eyes and lighting up the cerulean color. His eyes were beautiful. 

The boy reached forward, “Are you taping me, baby?” You giggled and tried to wiggle out of his grip. 

You jumped up, and the boy pouted. “Where you goin’, pretty girl?”

“I have your gift!” You grinned, and the camera showed off JJ, his hair somewhat tamed and his lips tugging into a grin. 

The camera flashed as you quickly got the small, gray box. You shoved the small gift into his hands and urged him to open it. 

“Open it, J!” You urged, the camera still focused on him and his anticipated reaction. You held your breath as his quick hands worked on the ribbon. It came undone, falling to the floor as the boy eased the box open. 

In it lay a shark tooth necklace, carefully coiled. JJ’s grin widens, splitting across his face and you clap your hands, the camera shaking. 

“Do you like it?” You ask as his fingers undo the tight coil and play with the beads. His eyes flicker up to meet yours. 

“Of course. I love it.” He grins and loops the necklace around his neck. 

You close your eyes as the video continues, loud laughter and admiration from the blue eyed boy playing loudly. You soak in the loud laughter of a happier time. You wonder briefly if he still wears the necklace, or if he even still has it. You’d given it to him after he admitted how ‘badass a shark tooth would look’ around his neck. 

You open your eyes, a small tear trickling from your eye and making a small river down the plain of your cheek. Your eyes find the video, where it stops on JJ’s face, grin wide and teeth flashing, eyes lit by the sunlight and a new necklace worn proudly around his throat.

You stare at it, marveling over that time. 

He really was everything.

[anastasiabeaverhousen87]

Make Wise Choices Part 5: Airplanes

Voices, you can hear voices. But you feel like your limbs are made of lead and you try to focus on the blurry faces. Your eyes are hooded and glazed over. You know you are totally stoned.  You feel strong arms picking you up, like a ragdoll being lifted easily into someone else’s arms. The arms are strong. But you know is not Kara, the body feels different and smells different. You can smell something sweet and comforting, a pleasant scent so intoxicating. You don’t know if this’s because you are completely trashed or why the scent is so enticing and evocative. You mind is in shambles and you feel dizzy, you vaguely think you should feel worry at not knowing where you are, who is carrying you but you really don’t have the strength to fight it and somehow their touch is comforting and soothing.

Your eyelids fluttering in hazy relief when you can see Lena’s blurry face. She is walking close to the person carrying you, your head being cradle against a strong shoulder and you feel an arm underneath your legs. you are basically being carried like an infant by the blonde doctor, you can distinguish her blonde waves.

Lena: “Are you sure you got her?”

Dr. Sharpe: “Yes, I have her Lena. She is quite light I swear I’m not going to drop her. Please go ahead and open the door to the office, the keys are in my coat pocket. Take them out, open the office and turn on the lights”

Cassandra Sharpe is carrying you like you weight nothing, man she is strong. You can swear she must have very tone biceps and you could also bet a killer six pack.  She also smells heavenly, so you try to move your face a little more into her neck trying to get to where her smell is stronger, and you mumble something unintelligible.

Dr. Sharpe: “Hey sweetie don’t be scared, I got you and we are almost there”

You can distinguish a long corridor with brown walls and soft warm light and then you are inside a room with impressive state of the art equipment and very modern décor. You are being place softly on a chair with backrest inclination. You fuzzy brain connects the dots, you’re inside a dental office and you begin to freak out because you think it’s the doctor that you got your teeth removed and that was not a pleasant experience, inside your drugged out state you can’t see it´s Cassandra Sharpe’s office.

y/n: “Ennaaa! Lennaa!” -you sluggishly call out for Lena sacred at not knowing why your back at the dentist office.

Lena: “Hey sweet girl I’m here.” The green-eyed woman holds both your hands in hers and tries to calm you down before you panic. – “come on baby, breath with me, it´s just me and Cassandra. We are at her office, nothing to be scared about.”

y/n: “Alex?” -your eyes glazed over and barely conscious.

Lena: “I already called her and Kara, they’ll be here soon. Please just try to relax you are okay and safe”

You keep trying to move your hands, you feel anxious without your sisters and being inside a place you don’t know. In a normal situation when you’re at a doctor’s office you would feel nervous and anxious. Right now, you are feeling so confuse and fuzzy and not really grasping at everything being said.

Dr. Sharpe: “I don’t really want to use more sedatives or pain meds, she is not in pain anymore, but we need her calm. Can I try?” -she asks the green -eyed woman.

Lena keeps holding one of your hands while moving a little to let the other woman get near you. The blue-eyed doctor touches you shoulder and places a warm hand to the side of your face. You try to look into her eyes, but you can’t focus very well. But the touch is comforting so you stop moving.

Dr. Sharpe: “ Bellissima ragazza,  you are okay. Its just Lena and me. Your sisters will be here soon.  You are safe, can you let me do a quick check-up? I will make sure your tooth cavity doesn’t hurt as much. But I need you to relax and let me do this as quick as possible and we will get you back to your bed in no time, okay? - the doctor says in a very soft and comforting voice.

Y/N: “you so pretty”- you smile like a dork at the blue eyed-woman and try to gently tap her face in a tender way, but your arms feel so heavy, you look more like a goofy baby orangutan slapping air.

Lena snorts and watches very amused at the scene, thanking her friend for making you more calm and relax.  Cassandra takes both your hands in hers while you trying to get to her and kisses your knuckles.

Dr. Sharpe: “Cara mía, I’m going to begin okay?” – the blonde doctor gives one more kiss to your knuckles and lowers your hands to rest over your tummy. “Okay I’m going flush the socket and clean the area, then I will fill the cavity with surgical foam. I don’t see any sign of infection; I think the fever is due to the cold than due to any infection inside the dry socket. Just to be on the safe side we will continue with the antibiotics and I’m leaving the surgical foam until it dissolves itself in the next  few days” -the doctor explains everything, but mostly to Lena you just listen like a fool looking so very out of it. You like hearing her voice.

The blonde doctor continues to work in silence and very meticulously, like she was handling the most precious of things in her hands. While Lena watches everything and notices that you are so very out of it and weren’t really paying attention and most likely than not you would forget about everything that was currently happening.

Lena: “So, Cara mia? You don’t usually use Italian and even less in such a tender loving way towards someone you just met. I know you are affectionate, but this is different. And don’t think I didn’t see how you were almost cuddling her to you when you were carrying her to your office. So, what’s going on?”- she asks her friend.

The doctor doesn’t reply right away and continues to work in the task in front of her. She cleans the cavity and fills the socket with the surgical foam and makes sure everything is done to perfection. Then she sighs and looks up at Lena.

Dr. Sharpe: “I know, look I’m not sure. There’s something in her that pulls me to be protective of her. It’s scary how easily I found myself caring for her and I know, I know I just met her. But It feels right, you know? The moment I saw her that first time, I felt this need to take care of her, all I want is to pull her against me and make her feel safe, and that’s been consuming my mind for days.” – she stops for a moment and then looks down at y/n and back to Lena –“Now saying that at loud sounds very creepy” – she laughs a little.

Lena can see it, the truth behind those words, her friend is very passionate and affectionate towards people, she makes people feel safe but she is very careful with her heart and right now she can see that she truly cares for y/n and she feels  happy, because there’s no better person for her than y/n and same goes to her friend, Lena thinks Cassandra deserves to be happy again and maybe y/n can be that person for her.

Lena: “No is not, actually I think that’s quite cute. Look I think you’d be great for her and she’d be great for you as well. But its true, you just met her. So, get to know her, take her out on dates and let her know you too. That’s what I think, you also need to get on her sisters’ good side tough. I mean you are taking care of their little sister so that gives you extra points. But honestly y/n is very loved by many and we only care for her happiness, and I’m not blind. I can tell she likes you too.”

The green- eyed and blonde doctor look down at you and you smile goofily.

Alex: “That’s true you know? You do need to get on our good side”

Both women jump at the sound of the eldest Danvers sister and the blonde doctor looks wide eyed at both sisters standing at the door. Kara is sporting a shit eating grin while Alex looks very serious and her eyes are directed to the blonde doctor.

Lena: “Hi love”- stand and walks to greet her blonde girlfriend with a kiss. “Hi Alex, Cassandra is taking care of y/n and she is doing great”

Alex continue to stare at the blonde woman, and her eyes soften a little and walks to be near her baby sister and the blonde doctor.

Alex: “Relax Sharpe, I was just kidding. If y/n here wants to date you and know you better. We wont stand in your way. But please treat her right that’s all I ask”- she smiles at you when she focusses her eyes on you.  “Hi baby, you are doing okay?”

You are way too high to be considered conscious or know what you really say or do. So, you just keep on smiling and try to reach for your sister.

y/n: “Hiiii Lexiee! Doctor pretty eyes made the pain stopped and , Did you know she’s strong like Kara? She carried me and put foams inside my mouth”- you yawned a little looking quite dazed.

You look from your sister to the blonde doctor blinking furiously trying to stay awake.

y/n: “You really hawt you know? And smells so so gooods”- you sigh and close your eyes.

Dr. Sharpe: “yeah I gave her a very strong pain med and she will need to be watched closely for the next 24 hours. She was in so much pain due to the alveolar osteitis or well dry socket. She was sneezing a bit I think she sneezed to hard in the afternoon or late morning and dislodged the blood clot. I checked and there’s no sign of infection, she does have a mild fever. I think due to the cold. But now with the surgical foam she should be good but keep eating soft food”- she kept speaking to your sister.

 You felt like you were being ignored so you just kept trying to reach for something that was close to you in a metallic tray. Now that you were pain free and trying to stay awake, you were looking for something to entertain yourself and shinny objects were like magnets to stoned people.

y/n: “I want to thaaat…gimme”

Alex holds your hands to avoid you getting any of the object in the tray.

Alex: “No y/n. stop. That’s not a toy”

Kara sees you and takes advantage of your drugged-out state to get in some blackmail evidence for later. Gets her phone out and starts recording you while being high on pain meds.

You see the phone and immediately try to reach for it – “Heey that’s mine, gimme my phone and I need to check Instagram!”-You move your body towards the side where Kara is standing recording the whole thing, while Alex tries to get you  back into the chair before you can fall off.

Kara: “this is not your phone; this one is mine. This one…” – Kara reaches into her coat pocket to get a similar phone and smiles at you “This one is yours” -she mocks you while holding her phone out of your reach.

Alex: “Oh my God Kara, stop riling her up. She is going to hurt herself. Stop that”

Kara just keeps recording: “Fine, here. I’ll just put the phone on airplane mode, and she can have it back”

Alex just gives her sister an annoyed look while Cassandra and Lena look at the whole thing with amused smiles at the antics.

You take the phone from your sisters’ hand.

y/n: “Airplane mode?” – you look wide eyed at the phone. “So I can just …” – without anyone able to stop you, you throw the cellphone like you were throwing a paper plane to the air and smashes right into the wall behind Cassandra, who barely had the time to duck before you could hit her.

Everyone is dead silent, until you process what just happened with the phone. And you burst into tears.

y/n: “Whyyyy? Why it didn’t work, it was on airplane mode?!!!!” – you really looked disturbed at the scene.

Alex: “Oh for heaven’s sake, Kara would you stop that. Look what you just did. How could you give your drugged ass sister her phone back while clearly, she is not in her right state of mind. And you are getting you sister a new phone, that was your fault” – says pointing a finger at the smashed phone.

Kara looks down at being chastised by her older sister and mumbles a: “it was worth it though”

y/n: “Alex, my plane crashed?” – you look at your sister with big fat tears in your eye- “everyone died…”

Alex: “Oh dear Good, I can’t deal with this. Are you done Sharpe? Can we take her home? She will only get worse and honestly I rather be at home, eat something and let her sleep this off”

The blonde doctor takes pity on Alex and intervenes. “Yes, I’m done. She needs to be under adult supervision for the next 24 hours. She can get nauseous, experience drowsiness, heaviness and memory loss. I don’t think she will remember any of this”

Alex: “OK yes we can do that. Ok let’s go kiddo”

Kara: “uhhm, Alex? remember we were ¨drove¨ here by Vazquez? – Kara can’t really say she flew in with Alex at the doctor’s office.

Alex: “Riiight…”

Lena: “That’s okay I drove Cassandra’s SUV and its parked outside; we can all drive back together”

Everyone nods at that and while Kara tries to pick you up from the chair, you cross your arms and look up at her with a frown on your face. “You lied, you said it was an airplane” - Kara just laughs at that.

Kara: “I’m sorry sweet girl. But we need to leave please, Come on”

y/n: “don’t wanna, doctor pretty can do it…” -and you look at the blue- eyed doctor.  Alex raises an eyebrow at you and then at the blonde doctor.

The blue-eyed blonde just blushes. “I don’t mind, come on”- and she picks you up like you weight nothing, you just give a smug smile back at Kara.

Lena and Kara chuckles at you and Kara once again starts to use the video app on her phone. Alex just rolls her eyes and looks at the blond doctor carry you out from the office and into the hallway.

Alex: “Sharpe you have more muscles than I thought. Look at you.”- -says the red-haired woman while picking up the smashed phone from the floor and walking into the hallway as well. The blonde doctor does have a strong built and towers over the women with her 5´10” height.

Outside Lena unlocks the vehicle, Alex opens the door to let the blond doctor get into the back seat while carrying you and making sure your head doesn’t knock at the door frame. Kara sits next to you while Alex is convincing Lena to let her drive.

Alex: “Come on Luthor, let me drive. You drove earlier. And this is a sweet ride” – and it was the SUV was black Maserati Levante Trofeo.

Lena: “Fine here, you can drive. Let’s get back at the apartment so we all can have diner”

While driving back to the apartment, you began to doze off feeling the warmth of the blonde woman holding on you.

Alex squeals like a teenage girl and runs to the passenger seat and starts the car.  The stereo connected to Cassandra’s Bluetooth starts playing ironically the song ¨Airplanes¨ by BoB ft. Hayley Williams.

Everyone looks at the doctor who just shrugs.

Dr. Sharpe: “what? It’s a classic and I like it”

Alex drives through the quiet streets if national city and you hear the blue- eyed woman sing the song softly.

DR. Sharpe: “Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin’ starts. I could use a wish right now, a wish right, a wish right now…”

Surprisingly the blonde woman does have a very good signing voice and Kara began to sing along with the doctor as well.

Kara: “You know y/n sings quite well too, and she loves Karaoke nights. Just an idea for a date…”

The blonde doctor just hums in approval of that thought and continues to sing softly.

Dr. Sharpe: “…what would you wish for, if you had one chance?”- the blonde sang this part as in asking you a question.

y/n: “I wish for a corn dog” – almost closing your eyes.

Dr. Sharpe: “Are corn dogs something really important to her? Like this is the second time I’ve heard her ask for those” – the doctor asks the women inside the car amused at your answer.

Kara laughs hard at that and makes a comment about having so much blackmail on you and finally be able to get back at you for the couch sex incident.

Alex: “y/n loves carnival food. Like she loveees corn dogs. Back when we were younger we used to take y/n to the annual carnival in Midvale and she and Kara would stuff their faces in corn dogs, pop corn, caramel apples, funnel cake, cotton candy..” -Alex says while remembering fondly a young y/n Danvers running wild at the carnival on a sugar rush.

Kara: “Oh yes! That was so much fun, and the food is sooo delicious. Alex we should all go to a carnival. I think y/n would love that”

Alex: “that’s sounds like a good idea, except this time we won’t let her eat so much. She is not like you, and every time she tries to eat as much as you do, she ends up crying because she gets a stomachaches”

Everyone laughing in the car and the blonde woman looks down at you, by now you are almost completely asleep with a goofy smile on your lips.

Dr. Sharpe: “oh that sounds lovely. Although corn dogs are so bad. Wait until you all try my focaccia, I use my family recipe and its amazing. You can ask Lena”

Lena: “yes that focaccia al rosmarino is to die for”

y/n: “I would totally fuck…”-

Alex: “Hey Hey hey y/n Danvers, do not finish that sentence”

Kara laughs hard and continue to record, and the blonde doctor turns bright red at the words you spoken in your stoned state while Lena also laughs and Alex smirks and tries to save your drugged ass from more embarrassment.

Alex: “Kara put the phone away and leave her alone. She is high, and you already have enough blackmail already. Let her sleep it off”

Kara: “Fiiiine” …

The blonde woman just continues to look down at the sleeping body in her arms, finally passed out from the drugs with rosy cheeks and pouty pink lips. And smiles thinking of a perfect first date to take y/n out and loving the feel of the body in her arms. She can’t get enough of that feeling, she really likes it and feels an attraction like she hasn’t felt in so long. She doesn’t know what the future holds, but she is looking forward to it.

notes: Yes I noticed it was more fluffier than expected but I will come up with some angst next time. 

[kyber-kisses]

Calling Out (Part 2)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Find Part 1 HERE

Warnings: description of injuries, near death experience, hospitals. . . angst.

Summary: when a case goes sideways leaving the reader in the hospital, Dean, Sam, and Charlie search desperately for a way to help her. . . But time is running out.

A/n: ok so I know it’s been literal months since I wrote the first part but it was only since yesterday that inspiration finally struck! Hope you enjoy! (also all the medical stuff i just searched so if you actually know your stuff please don’t attack me.)

“Charlie, Sam- please tell me you’ve found something.”

Shoulders slumping Dean let out another sigh, halting his pacing momentarily to look over at the duo seated across the otherwise empty waiting room.

Pacing. He had been doing so much of that lately, especially ever since your monitors went crazy and all of a sudden he, (alongside Sam and Charlie) was being pushed out of your room by several nurses. Dean had tried fighting against them, not wanting to leave you in the hands of strangers. What if you woke up? What if you had no idea where you were? What if something happened and you didn’t- Dean quickly shook his head in an attempt to clear the terrible thoughts from his head. No, you were going to be fine. You were always fine. You were the strongest out of all of them.

But all he could think about was how sudden it had been. You were fine one second and the next? Your heart monitor was going insane and your chest was rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm and he thought he was watching you die. Your eyes still closed, locking you in a monster induced coma.

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt that scared.

It also didn’t help that that had all happens hours ago. Hours. Hours of pacing back and forth, back and forth until he thought his legs might fall off.

“No, sorry Dean. I’ve raked through everything we had on djinns but I can’t find anything.”

The older Winchester let out another groan before turning to the redhead next to his brother. “Charlie?” He tried, a twang of hopefulness in his voice.

“I’m still looking. If I do find something you’ll be the first person I tell.”

Running a slightly shaky hand through his hair, Dean continued his pacing. If he wasn’t careful he might wear tracks in the sandpaper like carpet.

“Dean, do you really want to be talking about the case right now?” Sam questioned, closing the book he had in front of him so he could give his brother his attention. “I mean, Y/N-“

“I literally want to talk about anything that isn’t the possibility of Y/N dying in the other room.” Dean stopped again, his voice ever so slightly cracking as he spoke.

Dean watched as Sam opened his mouth, clearly ready to speak. . But was stopped short when the massive set of doors behind him swung open, the nurse from earlier stepping out into the waiting room, clipboard in hand. It didn’t even take Dean a second before he was spinning around to give her his full attention. His heart sinking lower into his chest at the expression on her face.

“Y/N, is she-“ he couldn’t bring himself to say the word. Afraid that if he muttered it it might come true.

You weren’t dead. You weren’t.

“We’ve done what we could, but she’s stable for now.”

“What happened?” Pushing himself out of his own seat, Sam crossed the waiting room with Charlie close on his heels.

“It’s called a primary spontaneous pneumothorax. It typically happens when there is a rupture of a small air sac on the outside of the lung. This causes air to leak into the cavity around the lung.” The nurse explained, tucking her board under her arm. “ it caused a partial lung collapse but it wasn’t too sever meaning it’s possible for it to heal on its own. As of right now she only needs oxygen and rest.”

Dean was silent as he tried to comprehend what she had said. She made it seem like everything was going to be fine. . . But none of it sounded fine at all. You were still in a magically induced coma and looking like you got run over by a freight train. Now you had a partially collapsed lung to add to it all.

“Ok. . . But how did this happen? I thought she was stable?” He finally spoke, running a hand over his mouth as he tried to wrap his head around it.

“Her fractured rib was the probable cause of it, but we’re keeping a close eye on her still. Don’t you worry.” She smiled.

She fucking smiled.

Dean bit his tongue so he didn’t lash out. Don’t worry? That’s all he had been doing. That all he was going to do until you were safe and fully healed.

“You’re welcome to go back and see her.”

“Is she still-“

“Unconscious? I’m afraid so.” The nurse nodded. “We’re looking for a cause to that as well.”

“Well you’re not gonna find one.” Dean muttered softly under his breath, already turning to head towards the room you had previous been set up in. He had already been separated from you for too long.

It took everything in the hunter not to book it full speed down the mostly empty hallway towards your room, his heart thumping a staccato rhythm in his chest. He had left Charlie and Sam in the dust to collect their laptops and lore books- but he didn’t care. He needed to be near you. Watching over you. Keeping you safe from threats that doctors couldn’t handle.

When he stepped into your room he saw another nurse still at your bedside tapping at things on the monitor while glancing over at you every few seconds or so. Other than that the room was empty.

“She’s doing well all things considered.” The dark haired nurse nodded, looking over her shoulder at Dean momentarily before going back to her task. “You’re wife’s a tough one. She should pull through.”

“Oh she not my-“ he started, pushing down the sudden heat that had invaded his cheeks.

“Well anyway, she’s lucky to have someone who cares so much about her.” Backing away, the nurse gathered her things and walked out the door, passing Sam and Charlie as she did.

As the older Winchester stepped closer to the bed he felt his heart drop all over again. You looked worse than last time. Your skin was several shades paler and your cheeks were getting hollow. It didn’t help that your injuries were taking forever to heal. Sure it had only been a week since this all happened, but you looked so weak, so fragile. And those were words that should never be used to describe you.

“Dean?”

“Hmm?” Unable to tear his eyes from you, Dean only lent his ears to his brother, resuming his spot from before and slipping his hand into yours. Your pulse allowing him to let out a sigh of relief.

“Charlie and I were talking, and we thought we might try the library a few blocks away. See if they have any more lore books we can look through.”

“Yeah, yeah. You kids go have fun.” He muttered , shifting ever so slightly to wipe a strand of hair away from your eyes, being careful not to disturb the oxygen tube. One wrong move and he was afraid you might shattered like china.

“Dean, you need a break too. The nurses will watch over her.” Sam sighed, re-adjusting his belongings in his arms.

“I got one when we were stuck in that waiting room for several hours. I’m fine.”

“Sams right, Dean. You at least need to sleep-“

“Charlie, I said I’m fine.” Letting out another sigh, Dean allowed his elbows to rest on the side of your hospital bed, resting his cheek on the back of your hand. “Call me if you guys find anything.”

Drawing in a breath, Sam gave into defeat before sharing a look with the red-head. Neither of them had ever seen Dean like this and it was just another thing to add to the growing list of concerns.

“Alright, fine. Do you at least want us to pick you up some food?”

“I don’t care.” The words leaving Dean so quietly that they almost didn’t hear it.

Giving you and Dean one last look the two left the room once more, carrying most of the hope with them. Deans was fading. He didn’t want it to but he couldn’t stop it. He was afraid.

“You are not allowed do die on me, you got that?” He swallowed, already feeling a lump form in his throat. “I’ve got some really important things I need to say to you so I’m gonna need you to get better.”

Dean paused once more, contemplating whether or not to say the words bouncing around inside his head. He’d never said them out loud before. Even just thinking about it made his tongue feel like lead. . .But no one was here. No one was listening.

“You know, I didn’t want to fall in love. Not at all. Because this life, you know- you can’t afford getting close. There’s a good chance it will slip away if you do. . . But at some point you smiled, and holy shit, I blew it.” He squeezed your hand gently, praying that you would open your eyes at any second. “Maybe it was just bound it happen. I’ve known you for so long. . . Anyways I’m gonna need you to pull through because I want to say it to your face. I can’t lose you. Not now, not ever.”

Leaning back in his seat, Dean raked his freehand through his hair (a nervous tick he had picked up over the years.) watching you sadly. Sam and Charlie would find something. He knew they would.

“C’mon Y/N, you gotta wake up.”

To Be Continued. . .

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[hawksmagnolia]

The Depths Part 4

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,184

Author’s Note: Sorry this is a day late! 

This is Part 4 - Links to Parts 1-3 are HERE.

THIS IS NOT ENDGAME CANON. Sorry, not sorry. It’s my world and I can do what I want. 

Please reblog and leave me some love. It really does mean the world to me! This has been an absolute labor of love and I can’t wait for next Friday. -xo- Allie

Despite Thor’s timely arrival, Bucky knew they were struggling. He’d long been out of ammunition and had taken to using the serum in his veins and the sharpest knife he’d been able to find. They’d learned Stark was battling Thanos somewhere in space so they had to defend Earth on their own. 

Suddenly the Outriders stopped. All of them. Every beast on the field locked in place.

They went from feral, violent beasts to near catatonic with their heads tilted. 

“What the fuck?” Bucky looked towards Steve who looked as confused as he felt. Around them, people were slowly getting to their feet and checking each other for injuries while warily watching as the sky to the west erupted into black boiling clouds and when everyone looked to Thor, he shook his head.

“That is not my doing.”

The crack of thunder was enough to make them all wince but the outriders continued their stillness but they slowly began to sway to some unheard music.

Bucky stared at them and then realization dawned over him. He turned back to the swirling mass of clouds that was over the area of his Wakandan home and the nearby village. 

And the lake.

The pearl on his wrist felt hot, throbbing like it was alive. 

He looked back at the hypnotic sway of the beasts and grabbed Steve’s arm. “This could be very good or very bad. We have to get over there. Keep everyone else here.”

“Buck…”

“Don’t ask. Not yet. I just need you to trust me.”

Steve stared at him for a moment and then nodded. The two of them took off towards the storm, Steve relaying for everyone to stay in place and on their guard while they investigated.

Bucky’s blue eyes never left the twisting clouds as they covered ground super soldier fast. 

“This is completely unsettling.” Steve glanced at Bucky as they passed another pack of non-moving outriders.

When they crested the hill that overlooked the valley where the village and lake were, Bucky grabbed Steve’s arm to stop him.

The grass beneath their feet had frozen and crunched under their boots. Both of them stared at the piles of bodies, some human but most were the frozen remains of the invading aliens. At the concentric circles that surrounded a tiny specter in white with her hands to the sky.

“Oh shit.”

I stood on the banks, a water wraith in all her glorious fury. I pulled down the clouds, draining them of their moisture until it filled my hands…and then filled the lungs of the monsters that dare attack the people I now consider mine. 

You don’t have to be in the water to drown, the water just has to be in you.

I made my way towards the heart of the village, each beast that attacked gave me more anger to use against the next. 

It was one of the smaller villages, only housed a dozen or so families. Those still alive were hiding in the largest home.

“Go.” My voice was soft but harsh, but I didn’t want risk raising it and accidentally using the power building up inside me. “Go to the water.”

They ran past me, filing to the lake’s edge. 

The lake shallows now filled with creatures of all shapes and sizes from friendly faced otters to massive ancient turtles. They waited patiently to ferry the survivors towards a small island towards the center of this side of the lake. The last one was the village elder, a soft spoken woman, bent with age. She stopped and put her hand on my arm. When I turned to face her, she tapped her ear. It was packed with bees wax and cloth. She smiled knowingly before she climbed onto the back of a turtle who began to slowly make his way away with her. 

Above me, the sky was an angry bruise, black as pitch as the power in my veins built. I closed my eyes and began to hum, just enough to still the creatures as they poured over the hill. When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by them. They formed multiple ring around me, swaying hypnotically to the beat of my music. 

I shift my weight, still unused to the sensation of legs, of feet planted onto soil that is splattered with the blood of innocents mixed with the black blood of evil. I feel the air around me grow colder, my breath pants in plumes of steam. The creatures began to shiver, I raise my voice enough to hold them locked in my thrall. 

It doesn’t matter the species. If they have blood, they have liquid in their veins. 

And all liquids freeze.

“What the hell is that?” 

“It’s not a what. It’s a who.” Bucky clenched his fist as the temperature continued to drop. He was more than a little shocked at how fast it was plummeting around them. He could feel Steve’s eyes on him and when he met his gaze, Steve’s blond brows were almost at his hairline.

“Is…she?” Bucky nodded and Steve continued. “Is she on our side?”

Bucky’s gaze was back on the figure. “Yeah. She is. She’s fighting for us. Even though I told her to hide.”

“You know her?”

“She saved my life.” He glanced down at the pearl on his wrist, feeling it thump in tandem with his own pulse as her words echoed in his head.

“The world is not a safe place. I accept this. I am not running away scared. I can fight.”

My Tear begins to sing, its twin is near. Which means Bucky is far too close.

But I can’t stop now.

Tears begin to stream down my cheeks as I try to dam the coming tide within me. The tsunami of rage that will destroy all in its path.

Including him. I stagger, unbalanced on unsteady legs. Ice blooms like lace under my bare feet. To some it might be pretty.

People often forget that ice is also so very deadly. 

I drop to my knees, tilt my head back and lose myself in the song.

“Cover your ears!” Bucky shouts as soon as she begins to fall. “Warn the others!”

As they clap their hands over their ears, the sound hits them. Both of them drop to the ground as soldiers are trained, face down in the grass as the Outriders around them began to shriek followed by a wet, crunching sound. Over and over, each of them wincing at the muffled sounds until a silence so abrupt follows that it’s almost a physical ache in their heads.

Bucky tilts his face to the side. All he can see are the contorted carcasses of dead outriders. As  he sits up, he’s shocked to find that they’re all dead. They look as if something…someone had exploded them from the inside out. Each of their bodies is flayed open and the hollow cavities inside are white with frost. Both he and Steve are covered in gore and damp from the grass that is no longer frozen. 

Both of them sit on their heels, knees in the muck as their twin blue eyed gazes towards the village where the bodies have formed a gruesome fence for the tiny white figure who is curled on her side in the fetal position, white hair fanned away from her. 

It’s then he notices how silent, how still the pearl on his wrist is.

“Fuck. No!” Bucky lurched to his feet, boots sliding on the melting entrails as he dashes towards the village, Steve right on his heels.

As they vault and weave their way towards their hero, Sam’s voice comes across the coms.

“I don’t know what happened but half these guys exploded with ice and the other ones turned on each other…Stark just radioed in. They’ve got the stones. Guys?”

In the dark, I hear my mother’s voice.

“Do you want to know a secret? It’s not a song my sweet. It’s a scream, one that drives men to their deaths not because of it’s beauty, but because of the horror is causes. And you, my beautiful daughter, were doubly blessed with the touch of winter. You can command the flow, the sound even the shape of water as a siren. Little fish, you have the ability to wield it like a sword. Never forget you were made to be a warrior.”

I have never felt pain like this before. I feel as if my skin has been peeled from my bones.

My throat constricts as I try to cry out, the muscles spent from the rush of power. My lips are cracked and bleeding.

Sirens bleed red too.

I can hear the faint echo of a heartbeat and I wonder briefly if its mine.

I am so very tired. 

Bucky drops to his knees at her side. She looks so tiny like this. In her siren tail she’s almost double him including her tail but now she’s small, almost fragile. She’s lost the color she’d gained while here, her pearlescent ivory now back. The only color on her body is the scarlet stain of blood across her lips.

Scooping her up he strides towards the shore cradling her against his chest as he makes his way to deeper waters. When she is submerged to her neck, her head lolling against his shoulder. Her pale hair swirls around them like a lacy net and the wet fabric of his shirt clings to her body.

“Is she alive?”

Bucky turned and saw Steve standing on the muddy beach. His best friend looked exhausted, was covered in muck and blood but still his earnest face held questions.

“I’m not sure.”

“What…was that?”

Bucky shifts her in his arms. He isn’t sure if she’s alive. But her gills had flared open when he’d brought her here and then sealed shut. It gave him hope.

“She saved me. I fell into the Bering Sea, figured I was dead. Accepted my fate. And then she swims up. Steve, I thought I was back in cryo. She carried me to the life raft. When I asked to see her again, she gave me..

“The pearl.” Steve finished. “But how did she get here? We’re a long way from Alaska.”

“She followed the pearl. When they put me in cryo here, she thought I was dead. So she swam.”

“From Alaska?”

Bucky nods, continuing as he watches her face for any sign of life. “Eight weeks ago she shows up here. She’s been here ever since.”

Realization dawned on Steve’s face. “She’s the mermaid. The villagers were being serious when they said there was a mermaid in the lake.”

“Siren.”

“What?”

“She’s a siren, not a mermaid.” Bucky is able to hold her in one arm as he pushes wet strands of hair away from her face and behind her delicately pointed ears. He hadn’t even known they were pointed. 

“Whatever she is, she just gave us enough time to win. She’s got a lot of heart in that tiny body.”

Bucky swallowed a hard knot in his throat as he surveyed the wreckage that was the aftermath of a siren’s song. 

When he looked back into her face, he found her eyes the ones that were the exact same color as his own looking back up at him. 

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[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   18

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Um... Delicious sin... Hope it is, anyway.

A/N: Hmmm... been a long time coming! ha- ha ha... *puts hand over mouth and pretends Papyrus is in the background yelling* Saaaaaaaaans!

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Story

Sans is sweet.

Somehow, Papyrus managed to make shepherd's pie gross. 

He burnt the meat, made the instant potatoes too watery, and the cheese had somehow gotten burnt on top, but was still uncooked underneath. 

Someone needed to teach that boy how to avoid murdering food… (Y/n) had chosen that recipe, combined with the mostly instant components because she'd thought that no one could mess it up. 

How wrong she'd been. 

She decided that the next night, she was going to stand next to Papyrus and help him. 

After cleaning up the mess from dinner, (Y/n) and Sans went up to his room, hearing Papyrus watching a late night Mettaton show. 

(Y/n) went to the bathroom and changed, doing what she had of a nightly routine. 

When she got back, she climbed into bed and got comfortable. 

When Sans climbed into bed behind her, she felt his arm wrap around her middle, pulling her close against him. 

It only took a moment for him to start up, nuzzling and nipping at her shoulder and neck. 

"sweetheart, ya a'ways feel s'nice an' soft 'n my arms… makes me wanna stay up all night feelin' how soft ya are everywhere…" He murmured suggestively. 

Mmm… 

She'd… like that, too… 

A soft snore blew across her ear, and (Y/n) had to try not to giggle. 

Poor Sans was so tired. He never looked like he got much sleep. 

. 

(Y/n) moaned as pleasure shot straight through her from her nipple. 

She twisted, a hum leaving her as something warm and wet dragged over her throat. 

"mmm, sweetheart, are ya an archaeologist?" Sans' soft, low voice asked. 

"Huh?" (Y/n) asked groggily, dragging herself from sleep. 

"heh heh," he chuckled against the sensitive skin behind her ear. "i asked if y're an archeologist, 'cause i got a bone fer ya ta 'xamine," he told her, grinding his pelvis against her. 

A soft noise left her as her hips arched back to him, his name leaving her lips in a whine. 

"mm, say my name like that again, sweetheart," he growled. 

(Y/n) gasped as his hand slid over her hip and buried itself between her thighs, his phalanges pressing in to stroke over her sensitive area. 

"S-Sahns," she moaned. 

Sans pulled her onto her back and laid over her, one femur pressing against her pussy as his teeth and tongue met her mouth. 

(Y/n) moaned, arching up to him as her hands pulled him closer. 

Sans trailed his mouth down over her shoulder, nipping and licking as he ground against her. 

His hands slid down over her breasts, squeezing through her shirt. Her chest pressed up into his hands with a moan, and Sans ran them down her body to push her shirt up and uncover them, his skull pulling back to see them completely bare for the first time. 

"f-fuck, sweetheart… y-ya got-" He groaned hungrily. "fuck… such gorgeous tits…" he murmured before ducking down to them. 

His tongue trailed over one, leaving a tingling buzz in its wake. His tongue, which she knew was flexible, circled around a nipple before flicking off. 

(Y/n) cried out, her hands tightening on his shirt and tugging as her hips lifted to his. 

Sans growled, shifting fully between her thighs and ground his stiffened cock against the puffy, wet softness of her pussy. 

"tha's it, sweetheart, lemme hear ya," he groaned into her breast as he somehow pressed his tongue around her nipple and worked it with his teeth make it feel like a tugging, sucking motion. 

(Y/n) moaned, feeling herself getting wetter at the amazing feeling. She'd never felt something this good before. 

She whined as he pulled away, shifting to the other nipple, but let out a needy moan as one of his hands went to squeeze and play with the first.

She moaned his name again, her whole body arching up to his, but realized how loud she was being and covered her mouth with one hand. 

Sans looked up and pulled back, grinding roughly against her as he pulled her hand away from her mouth and pinned it near her head with his free hand as he growled to her, "don't hide it, sweetness, i wanna hear ya." 

"Wh-wha 'bou-" [what about-]

"don't worry, sweetheart, my brother's gone fer th' day," he soothed. "y'can be loud 's ya want- 'r loud 's i want ya- an', sweetheart? i want ya ta be loud, " he growled the last part, his low voice rumbling through her and making more moisture pool between her thighs. "ya wanna be loud fer me, sweetheart?" 

(Y/n) whimpered and gasped for breath from between her parted lips. 

"aww, listen ta those cute lil noises y're makin'… ya gonna beg, too, sweetheart? think i can get ya ta beg fer my cock," he told her, pressing the stiff length against her pussy hard before rubbing and managing to stimulate her clit. 

She let out a cry of his name, gasping for breath as he returned his mouth to her breasts. 

"shit, sweetheart, y're s'soft… s'hot… ya must really need some 'ttention there…" He growled. 

Good god, (Y/n) knew that she was flooding the shorts she was wearing, he was making her feel so good, and the dirty things he was saying to her… she was more wound up than she'd been in a long time. 

"heh, gotta question fer ya," Sans chuckled, going to (Y/n)'s lips and kissing her in his unique way with his teeth and tongue before pulling back. "d'ya believe'n karma, sweetheart? 'cause i know some good karma- sutra positions." 

(Y/n) looked up in confusion to see the shit eating grin on Sans' face, and started laughing when it clicked. 

Sans felt his expression softening and buried his nasal ridge in her neck as he licked her there, feeling a shiver travel through her. 

"s' do ya, sweetheart?" He asked softly, giving a pause to recover his normal voice from his nerves. "ya want me ta shove my thick cock in ya?" 

His voice was full of sinful innuendo, and it made (Y/n) bite her lip. 

Nervous, he pulled back to look down at her, one hand still holding her hand against the bed, the other holding her breast. 

(Y/n) took a deep breath, feeling the embarrassment shadowed excitement rising in her. 

She nodded, and Sans' tongue ran over his teeth a bit nervously. 

"y-yeah?" He asked, seeming a little surprised. 

(Y/n) nibbled on her lip more for a moment, then nodded again. 

"y-yeah- yeah," he stuttered at first, but continued confidently. "course ya do, sweetheart, lemme, um," Sans ran his tongue over his teeth again as he looked down at her and moved to pull her shirt off. 

She held on to it, not letting it go, and there was a nervous look in her eyes as her hand stayed in one spot in particular over her shoulder. 

Shit- that was the same look Sans had gotten when she'd tried to take off his shirt, he knew… 

Alright, then. Not like sex with clothes on was unheard of. He just had to… get rid of the important stuff. 

Sans' hands ran down her body as he made his way to her hips, the texture exciting her nerve endings.

He tried to think back over all of the things he'd seen in his exploration of human porn, and remembered that they used their mouths on each other. They used their hands on each other. They used- well, they pretty much used anything they had on each other… 

Sans remembered that little bump on the outside, and decided to see what he could do with that. 

He could tell that she was nervous when he tugged her bottoms off, baring her at once instead of layer by layer, so he went slow, letting the fabric drag over her until they came off and he tossed them away. 

Sans' tongue nervously ran over his teeth again as he leaned forward, starting at her knees with nips and nuzzles, making sure he wasn't going too fast; the women in those human/ monster porn videos were likely the only human women to have done this before, and he didn't want to scare her away before he'd even had her once, let alone before he managed to get his fill. 

(Y/n) just seemed to have the same kind of first time with a new partner nervousness he'd seen and experienced before, after all, this was such a vulnerable place to be; all uncovered and bare to the world and others judgment. 

Sans wrapped his arms around her thighs, reveling in the soft squishiness for a moment before going to the apex. 

An alluring scent met his nasal cavity, and when he sniffed it, he couldn't help but think how delicious it smelled. 

His tongue extended, touching her, and the gasp she gave encouraged him to crawl closer and engage more, careful to keep the points of his teeth from her, but letting his tongue slide over her wet folds. 

His sweetheart's flavor coated his tongue, and it could rival mustard and whiskey for the best thing he'd ever tasted. 

Sans played his tongue along her, letting it dance over her as he found out exactly what made her cry out. 

A twist here, a lick there… 

Soon her hips were arching with each movement, and Sans' phalanges were gripping her soft thighs to keep her still enough for him to continue. 

He was so buried in his work, that he didn't notice how close she was until her hips were shivering and a sudden whining cry came from her.  

His tongue licked her delicious taste from his mouth as he crawled back over her, his eyelights taking in her beautiful body as he made it back up to her mouth and his teeth and tongue met her lips in a passionate kiss. 

Her hands were stroking over his spine, ribs and shoulders as she kissed him back. 

She was so sweet and soft under him… 

He didn't deserve it, piece of shit that he was. 

Sans pulled back, looking down into (Y/n)'s eyes, his soul twisting inside his ribcage. "ya- ya sure ya want this, sweetheart?" 

(Y/n) looked up at him in confusion. Did… he not want to? 

"Do you?" She asked softly. 

He seemed surprised by that. "y-yeah- course i do, sweetheart- i-i was jus' makin' sure ya were still on board…" 

She gave him a soft smile that made him melt a little, and nodded. 

"yeah?" He confirmed. 

She nodded again. 

"yeah…" He was a bit nervous, so he leaned back down and kissed her again, his tongue sliding against her own. 

He didn’t know what it was that made her want a bum like him, but he was just going to take it as a win. 

(Y/n) moaned against his teeth, her chest arching up to his hand as it went back to squeezing and groping it. 

The kiss grew more and more heated, especially when the points of his teeth pressed into her lip, making her gasp. 

Sans' kiss turned to nips and nuzzles down her jaw to her throat, stopping at her collarbone. His hands trailed down her body as he straightened so he was kneeling between her thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps. 

His tongue licked over his teeth as they turned up in a carnal grin while his hands tugged at the strings to his shorts. 

"ya look s'fuckin' gorgeous all laid out fer me like that," he told her. 

(Y/n) felt a jolt of excitement shoot through her at his words, and knew her face was reflecting it when his grin widened. 

Finally, his shorts fell down his femurs, and (Y/n) could see when he had there. 

Her eyes widened at what she saw. 

He was maybe slightly longer than average, definitely a bit thicker. It matched his tongue in color, with a dark shadow in the center, and what may have been cartilage surrounding the shaft with what looked like a ribbed, slightly bumpy texture, the head was a bit brighter in color, and she swore she saw a glimmer that matched his false tooth somewhere down there. 

Sans noticed her staring, and a blush dusted his cheekbones. 

"like whatcha see, sweetheart?" He asked suggestively, taking himself in his hand and guiding the head to rub along her crease, giving a chuckle as her flustered state grew moreso. 

She was so wet that the head of his cock slipped between her lips and he began dragging it up and down, giving a groan. 

"stars, y're s'warm- nnnngh… pretty sure y're a'ready wet enough fer me ta make it in, too…" He focused his head over the dimple of her opening, rubbing and watching her squirm. "heh… uungh… 'm jus' torturin' both a us now, ain't i?" He asked breathlessly, pausing for a moment to watch her nod in agreement before lining himself up and starting to slowly push in. 

(Y/n) gasped, surprise at the feeling of him entering her showing on her face. 

He felt so… 

She couldn’t even figure out how to describe it. 

Maybe like using a silicone dildo? 

He was smooth, but still had enough grab that she felt him going in. 

Maybe it was how a normal human dick felt, but… honestly, it had been too long for her to remember… 

(Y/n) was glad that Sans was going so slow, since she hadn’t had anything that wide in her in at least a while, if ever, and she felt the stretch with every little bit of progress he made. 

As Sans inched into his sweetheart, letting soft curses out the whole way, his body seemed to be failing him, unable to keep him up, and he curled down over her more the farther he got. By the time he was hilted, one hand had managed to stay on the back of her thigh, but the other had twisted a deathgrip into the sheet over her shoulder, and his chest was nearly pressing against hers. 

“nnn, sweeeetheeeaart…” he groaned, “fuuuuck… ya feel s’goooood…” 

A soft, panted giggle of excitement and pride left her as her eyes opened to see him, his head bowed and eye sockets clenched almost like he was in pain as he panted. 

“Sans,” she murmured softly, not even registering that her voice was mostly working as a hand lifted to his jaw and directed his mouth back to hers. “You feel good, too…” She kissed him, and he lost himself in it. 

Sans slowly slid out, and she could feel each bump and ridge sending ripples of sensation the light up every nerve. She gasped, her hands tightening on him, and he paused, looking over her as she took a breath, then went back to her lips. 

When he started rocking his hips, she whined, and Sans growled into her mouth, each sound she made only making him hungry for more. 

(Y/n) felt Sans’ hand tighten on her thigh, holding it firmly around him as he started thrusting in earnest, now, the thick feel of his cock making him feel longer, she suspected, and the feeling of him over her, panting and groaning out surprisingly sweet nothings, made her want more of him, feeling greedy for whatever he’d give. 

“stars- y’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he gasped to her, “ya l-look s- so be-eautiful under me… haaah! shit! y’re so tight, sweetheart… nnnnggh! i dunno how ya can feel this good wit’out it countin’ as a sin…” 

His hips were picking up the pace, and (Y/n) whined and moaned louder, arching her hips with his thrusts and dragging her hands over him, her nails scraping over the bones hidden under his shirt. 

He felt so good- so right … 

So amazing… 

“Sans,” she gasped, starting to pant his name as his soft gasping made way to growls, his panted breath growing rougher along with his thrusts. 

(Y/n) panted his name like a mantra as he thrust, his movements filling her and leaving her empty in nearly the same instant. 

“aaaah, sweetheart…” his moan trailed off as his hand tightened on her thigh. “sweetheart, i wanna feel ya come fer me- fuck- i f-fuckin’ need ta feel ya comin’ on my cock-” Sans gasped for a breath that came back out as a growl that made shivers of need wiggle in her belly. 

His pelvis was slapping against her soft skin, his movements rhythmic and precise as he pounded into her. 

She was so wet that it was spreading everywhere, her inner walls starting to clench with Sans’ movements. 

"uuuuuuuuunngh, yes, sweetheart," he groaned, pushing into her a little harder. "come fer me an' let yer tight lil pussy squeeze me…" 

(Y/n) felt her inner muscles clench and shiver as she reached the edge, then, with a loud cry, she fell over and it was like free falling through clouds of ecstasy as all of the amazing sensations seemed only to intensify as Sans kept thrusting. 

"fuck- oh fuck- y-yeah," Sans groaned shakily, his hands tightening, one on her thigh, and one probably ripping holes in the sheet clenched in his fist as he continued to buck into her. "sweetness, y-ya feel s-so- …perfect," he sighed out softly before his jaw clenched. 

(Y/n) whimpered and held tight to him as she came again. 

"ungh! f-fffuuuck," he ground out, curling forward around her and groaning her name into her shoulder as he came. 

They panted together to catch their breaths, and Sans let out a small grunt as he pressed his pelvis against her. "nnn, stars- y're s-still suckin' at me, sweetheart," he groaned, sounding like he was in heaven. 

(Y/n) let out a chuckle, her face burying itself in his shoulder as soft, satisfied noises left her. 

Sans wrapped his arms around her and flopped over, rolling so that she was on top of him and stroking her head where it laid against his shoulder with the hand that wasn't cradling her on him. "mmnnnf, tha' was…" He trailed off as his arms gave a gentle squeeze. 

"Good…?" (Y/n) offered. 

"good? fuck 'good', sweetheart, that was fuckin' amazin' ," he groaned. 

(Y/n) felt her lips curl up in a smile, glad he was as affected as she was. "Yeah," she agreed. 

He let out a small grunt of satisfaction, and (Y/n) realized that he was still actually in her. 

That was… different… 

"Sans," she asked, moving her hips to let him slip out, but not feeling him move. 

His hands went to her hips to hold her still. "nn, jus', let it be, sweetness. it feels so good inside ya…" 

She stopped moving, but asked, "is that normal?" 

"fer me, yeah. humans don't stay in?" He asked. 

(Y/n) thought back over everything she'd learned or experienced. "Noh," she squeaked. 

"huh," he commented. "maybe ya jus' never met a guy with a big enough baculum," he chuckled, making it sound like it was a small dick joke. 

"A whakh? Whakh's that?" She asked, looking up at his relaxed face. [A what? What's that?]

"baculum," he repeated. "'s th' bone that jus' boned ya, sweetheart," he chuckled, "penile bone." 

She thought for a moment, then, realizing her voice worked better at softer volumes, softly told him, "I don't remember ever hearing about that bone in human biology…" 

Sans looked down at her in surprise. "ya mean humans ain't got one?" He asked. 

(Y/n) shook her head humming a no. 

Sans chuckled to himself. "well sweetheart, i'd tell ya a joke 'bout my penile bone, but ’s too long." He burst out laughing, sending tremors of laughter through her. 

(Y/n) snorted and let out a soft chuckle. 

After a moment, Sans hummed. "i have a feeling that boss's gonna be really pissed t'day," he told her, turning his jaw to give a nip at her cheek as his hands ran up and down her body that was still sprawled over his. "cause i feel like i owe it ta ya ta spend th' day showin' ya how it works, now," he teased, letting his tongue lick up behind her ear. 

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A/N: Aww, how sweet, Sans!

Sans: shaddup! ain't like that!

I read it- in fact I wrote it, so I know it's like that.

Sans: only 'cause ya fuckin' embellished th' shit outta it!

*stage whispers* I toned down the sweetness. Don't need cavities when I'm already going to get my wisdom teeth out.

Sans: *flushed bright red* i said shaddup!!

[hecohansen31]

I’m SO obsessed with how you write Roman. I just keep re reading everything you’ve written about him🥺 can I request some soft daddy Roman? Maybe consoling his person after they have a minor freak out because somebody called them a gold digger or something... which is silly because they are high school sweethearts and their dynamic is hella established. Thankyou🥺🖤 your writing is literally perfect

(A/N): Hey sweetie!

I wanted first of all to say that THIS FUCKING MESSAGE NEVER FAILS TO BRIGHTEN MY DAY! SHIT SHIT SHIT YOU GAVE ME CAVITIES WITH YOUR SWEETNESS, I FOR EVER LOVE YOU!

(Also if I might ask: what is so special about my Roman? Like I am just curious, because I always feel like I write him a bit OOC, but...).

I also wanted to apologize for how much it took me to answer this ask; I started it and then moved it onto my iPad, knowing I would be working on it when I was back on at uni (and I haven’t been at uni in three weeks, BECAUSE SHIT KEEPS HAPPENING), so I costantly pushed it back.

But this week I felt like I was taking too much time and finally finished and I hope that you’ll forgive me, sweetie!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex, Daddy Kink, Mention of Past, Mention of Rejection and Self-Esteem Issues, Accusing of Being a Gold-Digger and Everything Related.

The weight of the ring on your finger was strange but not unwelcome, even more as it brought out the memory of the previous night, when Roman had asked you to marry him.

You still remembered having had dinner with him and Nadia, the child now attending kindergarten and being extremely happy about explaining to you and Roman all the fun activities she had done there, that went from coloring to playing ‘dress up’ with her friends.

You had listened attentively and smiled whenever she would get so lost in the story and forget what she wanted to say, almost even forgetting to eat.

Exactly as Roman, who had kept pushing around food and listened half-heartedly to his child, simply muttering a few ‘oh that is alright, sweetie’ and ‘I am glad you have fun’.

You had blamed it on an hard day at work, and as you two had been alone, you had gently positioned against his back as he had sat onto your shared bed, moving to massage his back, something which always relaxed him, as you softly kissed his neck.

‘Was it a hard day at work?’ you had asked, and he had simply nodded.

You had hugged him tight, wondering how you had come this far from high school when you and Roman wanted to do nothing more than rip apart your necks.

But then he had saved you from Christina and you had slowly started to forgive him for being nothing more than a spoiled boy and when Peter had run away and he had been left with Nadia you had started helping him, although he was extremely against help, till you made him accept it.

And slowly you had grown to love each other, in a way that was familiar and quiet but was much needed from both of you.

And now you were there with him in your arms, and Nadia in her own room, sleeping peacefully, like any normal happy child.

‘I have been nervous, mostly’ he commented and you lightly turned around to him, seeing one of his hands hiding behind his back but not giving it too much thought as you adjusted yourself on his lap, circling again his neck with your arms.

‘Can I help you with it?’ you asked softly, as you messed up his hair, to make him smile, but he kept on being ridiculously still and you couldn’t help but grow slightly worried.

And then Roman moved forward the hand he was hiding behind, revealing a small box of velvet in it, and although some part of your brain had its ideas, you couldn’t process properly the entire thing till Roman muttered.

‘Yes, you can actually’ he swallowed a huge intake of breath, before spluttering the rest of the words as if they were venomous ‘… you can say yes, to my question’.

And like this a beautiful ring was revealed to you, a small but shiny ruby in the center of the thing band of gold, surrounded by smaller diamonds, bringing an halo of light to your hand that you had been almost too taken aback from it to speak.

‘I…’ you had been the one speechless back then, and Roman had been almost startled by your silence-

‘… I want to make this official… I know that you… I am not the type of guy who settles down, I never thought I could… but I know you want it… and I…”.

You had been a bit taken aback by Roman’s discourse and had immediately told him that this wasn’t simply about you: you were happy with him, even without a wedding or anything making it official.

‘… for me a ceremony doesn’t make less or more the love I feel for you and Nadia’.

‘I know, but…’ he had looked away from your face and you had smirked at him, grabbing one of his hands ‘... but I fucking suck with words!’.

You had laughed a bit at his outburst, gently enveloping him in your arms as he had proceeded to whisper the rest of his vows to you.

‘… the fact is that… I never thought I would find somebody who makes me feel like you do’ the words had, this time, surprised you, even more appreciated than the beautiful ring as you had felt your eyes tearing up lightly ‘… I personally don’t believe that piece of paper will change us, but I know that you always wished to get married, so why the fuck not? I mean… you are the only one I want to spend my life with’.

You had cried in his shirt after all those sweet words, assuring that for you it was the same, till Roman had grumpily but sweetly proposed he ‘fucking put that pretty ring to use’, even going down on his knee and proposing properly.

As you had accepted, he had quickly smirked and muttered about ‘how fucking happy would your parents have been that he had finally made you an honest woman’.

And then the sex had been amazing: Roman had worshipped you softly, but once he had prolonged the teasing even for him, he had taken you roughly making you moan softly, as you stifled your groans against the pillows.

And now that the morning light was washing over you, the ruby shined even brighter, but not as Roman’s smirk as he saw you staring at it.

“Enjoying the view, Mrs. Godfrey?” he smirked softly as you adjusted yourself in his arms “… because you are stuck here”.

“Enjoying it very much, Mr. Godfrey!” you shot back, kissing his chest softly “… you should be the one worried about being stuck with me”.

“Are you a blood hungry upir?” he replied, as he lightly distanced himself from you: talks like this always made him nervous, but you respected his space and gently proceeded to also get away from the bed, eyeing the hour and knowing that Nadia’s alarm would soon be off.

“I am an annoying human with a pendant for art, I am pretty sure that I am not as interesting as a upir”.

He laughed sarcastically, but still leaned in to kiss your forehead as you found your nightgown and he his boxers, both putting on some clothes, meanwhile you felt the discreet squeak of Nadia’s alarm, which meant that you needed to be in the kitchen the fastest possible to have breakfast ready for the little hungry upir.

“… don’t talk nonsense when you are the only person I tolerate in the world” he muttered onto your forehead deadly serious, with that tone that made you feel like he would have gladly ‘disposed’ of anybody who hurt you “… and I think that we should celebrate about it tonight, so that we can tell it to Nadia”.

You were a bit scared of Nadia’s answer to you getting married with her dad, but nodded, as Roman suggested your favorite restaurant and the hour you got off the job.

“I can take you with the Jaguar” he muttered, meanwhile you both moved down the stairs, with him peppering gently your neck with kisses “… like old times”.

“That would be nice” you replied, although you were already focus on searching that little gremlin that Nadia was, moving around the kitchen, onto a stool as she tried to grab a box of cereals and Roman promptly grabbed her to get off the stool, lecturing her about ‘fucking waiting for them and not to fucking jump onto stools’.

You certainly knew who you would blame if Nadia was worse with her words than a sailor.

“But you are always sooooooooo sloooooow” she shot back, annoyed, and tightening her arms in front of her chest, as Roman did when he was annoyed, something which made you smirk, meanwhile you got the coffee ready for Roman, boiling your tea and heating Nadia’s milk “You always lose time to kiss (Y/N)”.

Although Nadia had once called you ‘mom’, you preferred when she called by her name.

You had never ever wanted to take Letha’s place, although you acted with her as a mom.

And you couldn’t help but, sometimes think that she might love you as such.

“… that’s because (Y/N) is in need of many kisses” he mumbled as he moved to you, to grab his coffee and kiss your shoulder, making you blush, as he then moved onto his daughter, tackling her to give her a few kisses as she tried to move away, giggling “… and so do you”.

You had a quiet breakfast, as Roman let Nadia know that they would go out that night and the child immediately asked you if she could wear her newest dress.

‘The white one that is like yours!’ she asked, as she almost pulled onto your hair to get your attention, as you nodded, meanwhile Roman simply mumbled under his breath about ‘how fast children grow’.

He eventually went to work, accompanying Nadia on the way.

Before he left, he kissed you goodbye and even laid a small kiss onto your ring, making sure that Nadia hadn’t seen him.

“See you tonight” he muttered as he left, and Nadia waved at you and you shot back.

“See you tonight, handsome!”.

You had then set down to work a bit on your computer.

Working in an art gallery was a tough work, but during these first years you had taken a part-time job, mostly to help with Nadia, but you were slowly going back to the usual rhythm, mostly working on the computer at home during the morning.

You, immediately, thought about bringing it to him, since you could already hear Roman screaming against some poor underpaid intern.

You had finished work early and didn’t mind a small trip.

Your good mood was honestly extremely strong, and you drove happily to the White Tower, jamming to your favorite songs, the awful pop ones that Roman hated a bit too much, enough to sing them in the shower.

You smiled at anyone in the White Tower, although many didn’t reply, but you were basically jumping around happily around the place, stopping as you came face to face with Sarah, Roman’s lovely secretary, talking as usual with her girlfriend, on the phone.

But she closed the call as she saw you coming, immediately reaching out for your hand, only stopping as she came face to face with the beautiful ring.

“… ahhh it looks even prettier than in the pictures on internet!” she commented, playing with your hand “… I am not going to lie but I chose it for you”.

You opened lightly your mouth to the surprise, but then she shook her head, smirking lightly.

“I was joking! But I was the one who ordered it for you…” she then turned to face you “… Gosh, I can’t believe that we’ll have to call you, Mrs. Godfrey!”.

“… or maybe you should start calling Roman (Y/L/N)” you joked lightly, and Sarah’s laugh intensified.

“If you do that, I’ll for ever respect you” she retorted, before taking in the computer bag in your hands “… need me to ring up the boss?”.

“If he isn’t busy…” you whispered, as she already moved to get the office phone to phone him in, meanwhile you clacked lightly your shoes onto the polished floor.

“He is in a reunion, but I can leave him a message in the secretary” she explained, as she let ‘Mr. Assholefrey know that his future wife had come to bring his moronic ass his computer’ “… I hope you don’t have much to do… and if you do, you can leave the laptop to me, I don’t mind it”.

“Oh no don’t worry! I have nothing to do till after the lunch” you explained to her, and then moved away to observe a few things onto the White Tower’s walls, as Sarah had to take another call.

You were trying to calmly relax yourself, as one light shoulder tap was delivered to your shoulder and you turned around expecting it to be Sarah proposing a coffee as you waited, but you were faced with a man smiling at you with recognition in his eyes.

You were taken aback and for a few minutes, not recognizing the man, a bit older than you and with all the signs of the typical economical parasite on him, hidden with an elegant suite and an expensive watch.

You tried to search your mind if he was one of the people Roman made business with, somebody you recognized from a gala or such, but your mind was blank till he called out your name.

“(Y/N)!” he shouted, attracting everyone’s attention when he went further and then hugged you, immediately soliciting a quirked eyebrow for you, asking whether she should have called security or not “… don’t you remember me? Christian from high school!”.

And immediately you realized who he was.

And you would have almost been happier with one of Roman’s partners.

Christian was and old high school friends of your life before Roman and Peter, he acted as if he was the best playboy the world had ever seen, but in reality he was a misogynistic piece of idiot, who thought that his big brain gave him the right to treat other people like shit.

“Oh, yeah... I am... I didn’t recognize you” you honestly had hoped never to see him again.

“We all grow up in the end, don’t we?” he replied and let his eyes go down your body with a rather explicit look that annoyed you “... you look freaking stunning”.

You blushed, and although the compliment wasn’t welcome, you were glad to have a ‘revenge body’.

You had been one of the few he hadn’t hit on back in the high school days, and although you knew it was because he was well aware you wouldn’t fall for his charm, you had sometimes questioned if maybe you had done something wrong to displease him or if there was something wrong in you.

Then you had met Roman, who would have gladly taken you on every possible surface when you were wearing nothing more than a dirty hoodie and awful Halloween socks, even when it was Christmas. 

It certainly helped you with your self-esteem.

“We do grow up in the end”.

Christian had grown up far away from the ‘attractive’ person he was back then (if you found attractive, egotistic people), in a way that showed even further his own moral ambiguity, making you again feel at unease.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, not getting the hint that you didn’t want to talk with him anymore “.... I thought you worked in an art gallery...”.

“I do” and to prove even further your point you spit out “...I am actually the boss of the art gallery’s communications sector, but I am here to give something to my boyfriend, he forgot the laptop home”.

You immediately saw his eyes hazing with rage, as if you had rejected him.

“... oh, you have a boyfriend?” he questioned you and Sarah came to your rescue.

“A husband, actually” she giggled, making you blush lightly “... the owner of this place”.

Christian seemed to be lightly taken aback, before something evil twinkled in his eyes.

“... I didn’t peg you as that type of girl” you sent him a confused look “... oh c’mon! You aren’t dating Roman Godfrey for his niceness, are you?”.

“I actually do” you retorted, shooting him a finishing glance, wanting to get as far away to him as you could, honestly insulted with the way he had talked to you.

But even more horrified at the thought that somebody could actually think that you and Roman were together because of his money and not true love.

“… of course” mumbled Christian, simply raising his hand as a gesture of surrender, although his eyes were everything but convinced, shooting you a quick look of insult before he moved away.

You just didn’t feel like being there anymore, asking Sarah to bring the laptop to Roman, as you excused yourself, feeling deeply ashamed in yourself, almost as if everybody was staring at you as you moved till you reached the gallery.

Even there you were uneasy, thinking about whether Roman felt like you were with him solely for his money, the entire thought making your heart ache not only for shame, but for the pain and insecurity you might procure to the poor man.

You spent all afternoon in anguish and thought that you couldn’t just attend a dinner with that moment, asking Roman to cancel your bookings, hoping that Nadia would forgive you both.

The man didn’t ask too much, but right when you went off your turn off, on the way back home, he called you, as you were just adjusting your seatbelt.

“Hey, wifey” the petname made you uneasy, but you smirked as if he could actually see you through the car speakers “… is anything wrong? Because I have no problem deleting the bookings, but… you love that place!”.

“I know, I know, and I would love nothing more than trying to get Nadia to finish her plate, after she ordered too much food… but I am just tired, it has been an exhaauuusting day at work” you tried to sound convincing, throwing it onto the laughter in order for it to result more natural and hide your uneasiness.

But Roman hadn’t survived so far simply because he was pretty.

“Oh babe, I know perfectly your kinks…” he joked but he didn’t stop there, his tone dropping an octave “… and I know when you are lying to me”.

You saw no escape to this and just muttered.

“Can we talk at home of this?”.

“Of course, sweetie” now his voice was saccharine sweet, making you smile lightly at its ridiculousness “… I feel like you might need a hug”.

“Gosh you are beginning to sound too sappy”.

“But you are stuck with me, little shit”.

The mood definitely brightened up as you drove back home, but the embarrassment that came from Christian’s accusations hurt you in a way that made it all too difficult for you to think about having a talk with Roman, but the man was waiting for you in your sitting room.

‘I managed to get Nadia not to be mad with us with a small trip at Peter’s, he says that if we have any intention to conceive a child, we should consider naming him Peter’.

“That shit is creepy”.

“Tell me all about it” he shifted lightly on the sofa to allow you to sit next to him and have enough space not to feel overwhelmed “… but now you can tell me all about that sour mood in your eyes”.

You couldn’t help but be reduced to silence by the embarrassment.

“… any regrets about … the marriage thing?” although he tried to fake himself to be distracted by it all, you could hear the insecurity in his tone, making your heart ache and turn immediately to him.

“No, of course not, Roman” he didn’t seem reassured, but tried to open his mouth in a reassuring smile “… what about you? Any regrets?”.

“Why would I have regrets?” he shot back, letting anger show itself in his combative tone “… if it’s because you are feeling insecure, I can totally convince you with my silver ton…”.

“… because…” you honestly felt so embarrassed by the entire question that you blurted it out completely “…have you ever thought I was a gold digger?”.

Roman seemed surprised by your rambling, slowly linking all the words together till he found the proper meaning of your words, and went all up in your face, grabbing it so that you could stare him in his eyes.

“… babe you are the farthest thing away from a gold digger” and before you could reply he shushed you with that imperious voice of his that got your insides all tingly “… babe, I have package, I am not that usual ‘party-spoiled-trust fund child’…”.

“You do have to admit you are spoiled”.

“Let daddy talk”.

Now you were flushed all the way from your chest up to your cheeks.

“… and when you came in my life, believe me I was more bothersome than I was an advantage and a proper sugar daddy” he made you smirk lightly, gently softening his hold onto your cheeks, as he caressed it “I never felt like you were here for my money. My dick? Maybe… more like probably… but you are not a gold digger…”.

It was damnably reassuring to hear this, with his soft but rough voice, as he looked at you with those piercing green eyes.

“… and I’ll fucking drain whoever told you this shit” now his grip tightened as his hands drifted to your neck, gently gripping it as he moved to come closer to you, another hand moving between your legs, making you thankful for having worn a skirt “… Sarah told me of that dick that tried to get with you, well fuckface I got a ring on her finger first”.

“Believe me, Roman, I don’t want anybody but you” you spoke softly, feeling yourself melting completely against him, as his hand raised up your thigh, pushing itself to pinch your soft skin “… you are the only one who makes me feel good, daddy”.

“Then I do think that I’ll prove to you that I am worth more than simply my money”.

An amazing night of sex later, you woke up again against Roman’s soft chest, his fingers playing with your hair, as he had woken you up by his ‘work voice’ mumbling things at his phone.

You gently rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand as you adjusted yourself in an upright position to be able to snuggle further in your boyfriend’s chest, who you could feel growing restless, as he looked out for your hand, the left one, the one with the ring, making it shine as it caught the light of the morning sun.

“… am I talking with Chirstian fucking Idiotscreen?” well you could totally guess what was going on and stifled the laughter on Roman’s chest, as he moved his hand onto your hair “… hi, nice to meet you, fucktard, I just wanted to let you know that I won’t fund your shitty project. When I looked at it yesterday it seemed like a shitfest but I was feeling generous because… I do think that you know… I am getting fucking married!”.

You could completely hear Christian’s heavy breathing on the other line.

“… well then you pissed off the wrong person, so fucking disappear from my White Tower and next time you want to call somebody ‘gold digger’ make sure they aren’t your boss’ wife. Goodbye”.

And then he turned to you, cradling your head in his hands and pushing you close to him, letting your lips meet.

“Good morning, gold-digger” you giggled softly in his mouth, as he adjusted himself to kiss you more properly “… now I can already smell your arousal and we have at least one hour to fuck, before Nadia comes back”.

“… then I do think that you better start, soon-to-be-husband”.

[lowritesthings]

Resonance

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You’re finishing your day at the Leaf House when it happens. The kids are just stacking freshly-cleaned dishes from supper when Ms Folia drops her coffee mug in the next room. It shatters and you dash over to keep the younger kids away from the shards of porcelain, but she grabs your arm and points to the old television. It’s tucked into a corner and has terrible resolution, but you make out signs of chaos and fire.

“It’s a bombing,” Folia tells you in an unsteady voice. “Someone bombed Mako Reactor One.”

Your lungs seem to freeze, and that chill spreads through your whole body. You watch as Shinra reacts exactly the way Cloud had predicted they would, and now you notice how the response is just a little too quick to be spontaneous.

Is Biggs okay? You force yourself to take a breath, then another one. He had Tifa’s ex-SOLDIER friend with him...they’ll be alright. All of them.

You’re trying to convince yourself, but you know that you won’t be able to stop worrying until you see the whole team.

The kids are watching the TV now too, and some of the younger ones are crying. This probably has more to do with the fear on the adult’s faces than the images on the screen, as scary as those are. You finish cleaning up the broken mug and gather your personal belongings, intending to run to the train platform and head straight to Seventh Heaven...but you check the urge. You showing up half-panicked isn’t going to help anything. You’ll only scare Marlene and amplify Tifa’s own fears. The team probably won’t be home for a while yet. There’s time to finish your duties here before you make your way to the Sector Seven undercity.

“This is just...how could anyone do something like this?” Folia asks one a dazed, horrified tone. She’s followed you into the kitchen. You have to bite back your knee-jerk reaction, which is of course to defend Avalanche and its operatives. Instead you shake your head and spread your hands.

“I guess they felt there was no other way,” you say. Folia makes a face but before she can argue, you press on: “We should get the kids ready for bed. I think it’s best if we keep the routine as normal as possible, especially for the younger ones. It will help them feel safe.”

“Yeah,” Folia says as the wisdom of the suggestion sinks in. “Yeah, okay. Let’s gather them up.”

It seems to take forever to get the kids settled in bed and to turn over with the night staff. The house mother lives there full time, but most of the rest of the employees switch off between day and night shift. You’re just grateful that this week, you’re on day shift. You collect your bag, glad that you’d been carrying your first aid kit with you ever since the Shinra raid on Seventh Heaven. Then you make your way to the train station and hope your anxiety won’t seem out of place.

Once the train stops in the Sector Seven slums, you make your way through crowds of shell-shocked residents gathered around grainy TV screens. All of the conversation you overhear is about the bombings, and you concentrate on your breathing to soothe your own fears. You keep picturing your friends dead or badly injured, so the breathing exercises help keep you grounded. Letting your imagination run wild won’t help anyone.

The stairs up to the bar are empty, so you push open the door to the building. You can hear Barret talking to Marlene through the wall. He seems to be trying to convince her to go to bed. He sounds calm enough, which helps to convince you that nothing is catastrophically wrong with anyone on the team. You set your bag down and glance around for Tifa, but she isn’t here.

Ten minutes later, Barret emerges from Marlene’s room. He catches sight of you and your medical bag.

“Hey girl,” he says. “Guess you heard?”

You laugh, though it still sounds a little tense. “I think all of Midgar heard,” you reply. Your fingers tighten in the fabric of your bag as you ask, “The team?”

“I think Jessie’s leg is gonna need your tender love and care,” he tells you, but a huge grin is spreading across his face. He clenches his fist in a gesture of victory. “Other than that, we got a couple scrapes and burns, but it’s Shinra that got hurt bad today!”

You can’t help but smile back at his unbridled enthusiasm. Relief floods through you as you realize that none of your friends are badly injured.

“I better swing by Jessie’s and take a look at her leg. Where’s Tifa?”

“She took her pet merc up to Stargazer Heights.” Barret is behind the bar, digging out a cold beer. “You need a place to stay?”

You nod. The last train has come and gone, and you don’t fancy your chances against the monsters between here and home, at least not without backup.

“Well, if Tifa can’t put you up, you can crash in the hideout. You know how to get in?”

You nod. Wedge had shown you once after you’d had to go down there to help Barret with a broken leg.

“Good, guess I’ll see you in the mornin’. Thanks for seeing to Jessie.” Barrett’s hand comes down on the top of your head and he ruffles your hair. “We owe ya.”

You wave that off. “No talk of debts, okay? Just keep bringing everyone home safe. See you tomorrow.”

You head out into the night. There are less people out now, but the ones that are stay clumped into groups. You get a suspicious look or two, but you’re familiar enough around town that no one bothers you.

Even though it’s out of your way, you swing by Bigg’s house before heading to Jessie’s. The light blazing through the curtains comforts you. No doubt he’s in there getting cleaned up and having a quick meal. You long to knock, but it’s late and Jessie’s the one that needs help.

Just as you continue toward Jessie’s, his door opens and Biggs steps out onto the doorstep. A blush immediately floods your cheeks—you would get caught lingering around his house like a creep. But when he spots you, a smile spreads over his face.

“Making your rounds?” he asks, gesturing to your bag.

“I—yeah, I was just heading to Jessie’s. Barret said she hurt her leg.”

“I’ll walk you.” He locks his door and comes to your side. His hair is still damp from his shower and he smells deliciously clean against the backdrop of polluted air. “I was just gonna go see if Tifa has anything edible at the bar. I’m not much of a cook and the pantry is a bit bare.”

“There might be food, but if you don’t hurry Barret will drink all the beer,” you tell him. He laughs, and you can tell his mood is jubilant. The mission had been a success and he’d survived—you bet he’s feeling far too amped to go to sleep.

“Guy probably has a tab taller than he is,” he quips, and you grin at the mental image of Tifa unrolling a huge list of Barret’s debts to the bar.

“He’s lucky Tifa’s such a softie,” you agree. “Is Wedge okay?”

“At home snuggled up with his cats,” Biggs confirms with a nod. “He didn’t even get singed.”

“And you?”

He stops and spreads his arms so you can see for yourself that he’s not hurt. “What, you think I’d be the weak link? Oh ye of little faith.”

You laugh and shove him a little. “A bomb went off in your vicinity. I’m allowed to be concerned.”

“Well in that case...I’m honored,” he says, and his smile softens into something more personal. Your pulse throbs and you automatically run through calming techniques before you say something embarrassing.

You continue walking to Jessie’s. Your pace is slow, almost meandering, because you know when you get there he’ll say goodnight and head to the bar. It’s rare you get moments alone with him and you’re savoring this one, but a guilty corner of your mind reminds you that your other friend is hurt and you should really get a move on.

“Sticking around until morning?” Biggs asks as you reach Jessie’s.

“No trains,” you explain. “I’m going to take advantage of Tifa’s hospitality if she isn’t too busy with Cloud. If she is, I’ll crash at the hideout.”

“Ah, good. Glad you’ve got a place to stay. You know, if you ever need to—my door is always open.” He rubs at the back of his neck, flustered in a way you’ve rarely seen him before. He almost seems bashful. “Just an option. It’s more comfortable than the hideout, anyway. I’ll even be a gentleman and take the couch.”

You grin at him. How can someone be so sexy and so adorable at the same time? “Thanks. I'll keep it in mind.”

You both look over at Jessie’s door. It’s time to say goodnight, and you let out a long, internal sigh. You wish moments like this could last longer or come around more often.

“Well…” You turn back to Biggs. “Thanks for walking me. I’ll see you soon?”

“Count on it,” he tells you. He hesitates, almost seems to lean toward you...and then he checks himself, gives you a little wave, and turns to jog off toward the bar. You watch him disappear into the darkness for a moment, then you spin around and lift your hand to knock on Jessie’s door.

It swings open before you make contact. Jessie is standing in the doorway with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. She rolls her eyes at you when you meet her gaze. “Could you two be any more pathetic? All the longing glances and lingering goodbyes...it’s cavity-inducing.”

You try not to stick your tongue out at her...and fail. You also fail to stop the blush that creeps into your cheeks. “If you want decent painkillers, you’ll be nice,” you warn her, and she laughs and steps aside so you can come in.

Her leg isn’t too bad. There’s a deep, tender bruise and some bloody scrapes, but nothing requiring any serious treatment. You clean the wounds, wrap her leg to keep any swelling down, and hand her some painkillers and ice packs.

“You know the drill,” you say to her as you pack up your supplies. “Elevate it, try not to put weight on it if you can avoid it, and don’t over ice it.”

“You got it, doc.” Jessie leans back in her bed and stretches her arms up over her head. “So, about Biggs—”

“Oh no,” you say, waving your hand in front of you to ward her off. “None of that. You blew up a mako reactor tonight, that’s got to be more interesting than my love life.”

“You’d think...but you’re just so cute when you blush, I can’t help it!”

“Jessie, please? I really don’t want to be teased tonight. I know I’m being ridiculous.” You sigh. “I can’t seem to help it.”

“Would it help if I told you I think he’s interested too?”

You groan even as your hopes shoot sky high. “No,” you say firmly. “Now take your pills and get some rest. Maybe you can give me a hard time tomorrow.”

She winks at you. “Oh, that’s happening for sure. Come to the bar and have a drink with us. We’ve still got to celebrate.”

“I’ll think about it,” you tell her, but you both know you‘ll turn up. You wish her goodnight and head out, turning toward Stargazer Heights. It’s time for you to get some rest as well.

——

Waking up at Tifa’s had been a bit disorienting, but she heads out early so you get the tiny bathroom to yourself. There’d been some sort of commotion during the night and Tifa had rushed out, but it quieted down quickly and you had decided not to ask.

You step out into the sunshine and catch sight of Cloud making his way down the road to the bar. Perhaps you should too; Biggs isn’t the only one with an empty pantry. Tifa must eat most of her meals at the bar or nearby shops.

You head down the stairs but only make it a few steps before Marle calls out to you.

“What do you know about this Cloud guy?” she asks you.

“Next to nothing,” you admit, “but Tifa’s known him a long time.”

“Hmmm…” Marle’s lips purse. “Should we trust him with her?”

You remember his quiet but very serious threat to the Shinra squad leader. “He seems pretty protective of her.”

“But will he break her heart?” Marle demands. “He seems like the nomadic type. I don’t want her to count on him only for him to disappear one night without so much as a see you later.”

You frown a little. “I guess we’ll find out,” you say slowly, “but I think he’s going to stick around, at least for now.”

You bid the old lady goodbye and continue down the lane toward the bar, but change your mind at the last minute. Instead, you grab breakfast from a nearby shop and decide to head back to Sector Five early. That way no one will protest too much when you cut out early to join the gang for a celebratory drink later.

You start for the train station. Just as you round the corner, you spot Wedge heading in the opposite direction. You smile as he approaches: his friendly, cheerful attitude is always welcome.

“Hey, morning! I didn’t know you were in our neighborhood,” he says to you as he jogs over.

“Good morning and congratulations,” you counter, smiling at the look of pride that comes over his face. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

He pats his chest and shakes his head. “Me? No way, nothing even came close.”

You smile wider at his bravado. “Where are you headed so early?”

“Oh, me and Biggs are on watch today. I just hope it's not too busy, I’m still running on empty from yesterday. If you’re gonna be around, you should stop by.”

It’s a tempting thought, but you shake your head. “I’ve got to head back to Five, but I’ll be at the bar tonight to celebrate. Would you mind letting Tifa know I made it home okay when you see her?”

“Sure thing, pal!” Wedge gives you a thumbs up and then a quick hug. You have to jog the rest of the way to the station to make your train, but it’s worth it. It’s hard to feel anything but happy and comfortable around Wedge, and that’s not a bad way to start the day.

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[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs “Incarceration.”

This is the part two to behind bars. WARNING VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

I don’t think there is anything really bad in this one, so I leave i up to your guys to decide weather to read it. you don’t need to have read the first part to read this one if you don’t want. 

He hadn’t been wrong when he said things could only get worse, Sitting there in the back of the, technically unlicensed police vehicle Krill watched from between the bars as the city passed below them. Neon lights roared past in streaks of light as they were ushered through Noctopolis’s complicated system of airways, marked by hundreds of glowing orange traffic buies. Commander Vir lay awkwardly on one shoulder muzzled and silent.

Krill was left alone to assume the worst without any words of encouragement from his usually upbeat human friend. Noctopolis was a lawless backwater, they both knew that, so what was to come was sure to be the worst of what mild anarchy had to offer. They knew from reports that humanity, while always on the verge of anarchy, refused the idea on principal, so someone somewhere had set up a policing system, now, who that was, and how they were being paid off remained a mystery.

The vehicle was pulled right and angled downwards giving Krill a view through the plexiglass separator and out the front windshield. What he saw, he didn’t like. The structure was a behemoth of steel, concrete, and iron surrounded on all sides by miles and miles of electrified chain linked topped in cruelly twisting barbed wire. A network of floating cameras spanned the sky over the building intermittently bathing the ground in a horrifically bright spotlight. When mechanical methods weren’t enough, men in dark uniforms paced the perimeter with vicious black dogs cradling human lethality in mat black contraptions fueled by gunpowder thousands of years of death engineering.

He glanced over at the Commander, but the look on the man’s face…. Well it was…. Not encouraging. His eyes had gone wide, and not the good kind of wide, the very very bad kind. The human was scared.

As they sat there, he began frantically kicking at the seat in front of him.

The officer in the driver’s seat turned his head sideways, “KNOCK IT OFF!”

The commander didn’t let up kicking harder. The second officer turned around, “You don’t want to know what happens if you keep resisting. We can tell he prisoners inside whatever we want about you.”

The commander paused eyes unsure before jerking his head. The guard finally sighed, pressing a button on a small device allowing the volume on the commander’s speech, “Where the hell are you taking us….”

The man turned back to the front and snorted, “Don’t you know . I thought the Turma Supermax Corrections Facility was famous.”

“First of all isn't Turma just the word for prison in Russian, and second of all, famous for being a deathtrap, like the gulag, Alcatraz, San Quenton, Hell? You haven't proven that I’ve done anything wrong, we should be going to jail, not prison, maybe to court, but this, this is insane.”

The guards didn’t even look at them, “Surprisingly educated little bugger aren't you.This isn’t earth kid, this is Noctopolis, and the UN doesn't decide what goes on here, at least not yet. And since we don’t have a jail, guess you'll have to spend some time in the hole.”

Krill watched the man go pale, not just a little, but grey pale, corpse pale, and if the human was scared…. He was scared.

Krill leaned closer to the human as the vehicle dropped low onto the entrance road stopping before the scanning equipment. “What is going on?”

The commander leaned over whispering, “Remember that time we ended up in a rundi prison.”

“Yeah?”

“Well think like that but…. Like a thousand times worse.”

Krill wondered how hard it would be to fling himself out the window. The human leaned closer, “This facility is famous because of it’s practically medieval incarceration practices, we haven't used systems like this in over a thousand years. Men kept in sells out can almost spread your arms to touch both sides in, no privacy, no protection. To survive the aliens and the humans have formed gangs on the inside. When you get in you HAVE to join a gang, or you die. Since the prison was started there have been ten major riots hundreds of deaths. You’ll get shanked, beaten to death, or worse if you don’t comply to gang rule. You have to pay them do jobs and you WILL be inducted weather you like it or not.” Krill felt his body going cold, “Horrible food terrible conditions rampant drug use that the guards don’t care about… This facility is…. It’s human sociality gone wrong, the Stanford prison experiment in practice…. It’s every monster under the bed and every deep dark secret we try to hide from ourselves. This is… humanity uncensored.” “Way to sugar coat it.” Krill squeaked

“I did.”

The two of them went silent as the vehicle stopped by the guard towers scanned and the gates opened. A prisoner transport bus drove in beside the, and form the window, krill could seem massive hulking shadows hunched behind those windows. He shivered at the thought of what they could be.

“So, this isn’t normal.”

“Not even close, on earth your may go to jail, like a mini prison much nicer probably smells like shit but no big deal, to actually get here you have to be sentenced by a judge. They have to PROVE you really did what they are accusing you of, and then they have to decide your sentence. You get bail, a lawyer, correspondence, and if you cooperate, generally not flogged over the head.” 

They were waved through and up to the doors. The commander grimace, “Get ready, this is going to be… horrific.”

The door to their side opened,and the two of them were dragged from the car. Krill was practically ignored, but the commander was bodily manhandled towards the doors as the bus came to a stop next to them. Krill watched in horror as the doors opened, and the biggest, meanest, scariest looking humans he had ever seen stepped from the doors, They were massive some of them at least four inches taller than the commander with a least fifty pounds of muscle on him their arms and chests swollen like balloons, of course they came in all shapes and sizes some smaller some with hair some without, some heavily covered in tattoos while others were clean of them. Dark ink in the shape of teardrops touched some of their faces, he saw plenty of spiderwebs, many words. And it wasn’t just humans, it was hulking drev and seedy looking tesraki all clustered together in an amalgamation of shifty eyes and glares.

They were shoved through the open doors into a massive intake room and up towards the desk. A pair of guards stood at each station with even more over to the side.

Krill was pulled up to one counter.

“Name, Species, and charges.” 

One of the officers answered for him, “Says its name is Krill, Vrul, charged with aiding and intent to sell.”

He was pulled to the side, and a strange contraption was held up to his neck. There was a sharp hiss, a thud, and he squealed in pain as the fluorescent dye was injected into his skin. He was shoved to the side into another holding room, and Commander Vir was pushed up to the counter.

“Name, date of birth, charges.”

“COMMANDER Adam Vir of the UNSC.” One of the guards snorted.

The lady raised an eyebrow looking him over, “Hmmm and I’m the president of Mars. Please place your hand on the scanner.” The human did as told, but in changed red and blinked negative, the woman clicked her tongue and ran a quick wand over his arm, “Sorry Mr. John Doe, military ID is required for all UNSC officers and soldiers, and you don’t appear to have one, plus your prints aren't in the system, now date of birth?”

The human sighed, “July 13, 3998, and im innocent.”

Behind him the guard snorted, “Possession of illegal substance, intent to sell, failure to identify, unlawful possession of a firearm, and resisting arrest.”

“I did identify myself, and the drugs you found on me weren’t mine. I was-”

“Ah that age old shtick, these aren’t my pants officer, I swear.” She motioned him forward, and before he could react the device came up. He cursed as the dye was injected into his skin leaving the fluorescent purple number visible on its surface. He was pushed forward into the holding cell with krill, and from there they were funneled into two lines, humans and nonhumans.

Stepping up to the counter, they were ordered to surrender ALL personal Items.

Commander Vir was momentarily uncuffed under the eyes of at least five guards pulling off his belt, watch, and shoes placing the in the container. The man behind the desk waited, “ALL personal items.”

“Everything.”

The man grunted, “Can't exactly cavity search you if we can’t get to all the cavities, now get to it.” 

Krill felt very sorry for the humans just then, he may not have understood it, but he did understand the invasion of personal privacy. The commander eventually dropped his last item of clothing into the box looking very, very uncomfortable. The shiny metal of his cheap prosthetic glittered in the fluorescent lights, “Ask me to give up the leg, and we are going to have a RIOT.” He snarled.

“No, but we will need he eyepatch.”

The human tried to protest, but that wasn’t an option, and eventually he pulled it off and tossed it angrily onto the pile. From there they were cuffed and brought into another long-white room where they were all sat side by side in two long rows. The commander scooted closer to Krill as he eyed the man next to him, almost as tall as Sunny.

Krill glanced over at the human and, “I thought you just had the one tatoo.”

The human glowered at him, “Dude, no… we are not talking about that here. Not like this.” That was when they were all unceremoniously blasted with a deluge of water. Coughing sputtering and dripping they were lead out a set of doors and over a series of grates blowing freezing cold air. The human;’s skin had turned purple and he was shivering.

“Fuck this.” he moaned then paused, “Never-mind, don’t think to deeply into that.”

Krill was mercilessly led off to another containment unit while the humans were led into another area. 

A single guard was snapping pictures of the incoming tattoos and cataloging them along with the ID number. The commander turned around to show the largest tattoo he had  about fist sized on his right shoulder-blade. It was the earth encircled by a pair of wings and the banner for his flight unit.

“Which gang is this one for.” The man asked

He sighed, “‘No gang, it's an air-force thing.” The man grunted, “Any others.” With a sigh the Commander turned to the side exposing the second tattoo on the side of his leg just under his hip. 

“The hell is that supposed to be.”

He looked almost offended, “Marvin the Martian.” He received only a blank stare, “you know weird voice little alien character from the looney tunes…. Look I was drunk when I got it but that’s still no reason you shouldn't know who he is and before you ask NO it is not gang affiliated.”

When Krill was finally united with the commander, the man looked… very flustered, though he had been given a steel grey long-sleeve jumpsuit to wear. “I ... hate…. Everything.” Krill glanced nervously towards the opposite doors. 

“You need to talk to the GA ad the UNSC about this… this is barbaric.”

The human grumbled, “Tell me about it, we invented imaging machines for a reason.”

Krill had a feeling they were talking about two different things, but kept silent. The two of them were grabbed by a pair of guards and then led towards the doors, “Alright you two a couple of rules before you go in, play nice with the other kids, the first three digits of your ID number match that of your cell. When the bell rings you will return to your cell, if you don’t you will be administered an electric shock until you comply.” The doors ahead of them opened, and they were shoved out into general population.

The room was absolutely massive rising at least seven stories up with steel catwalks and safety glass at all seven levels. The center of the room was crowded with tables and chairs, a TV hung from one corner of the room, and the sound was absolutely deafening, the echoing cascade of a hundred voices. They noticed pretty quickly the species based segregation going on inside. The drev had claimed the TV while the humans congregated at the center of the room. The Tesraki were cowering under the stairs, and a couple other odds and ends hung on to that group.

There were no visible Vrul.

Together they cautiously stepped onto the floor. Commander Vir’s teeth were gritted, and he kept absently adjusting the grey gauze strip that now made for an eyepatch.

“We are going to die.” Krill whispered.

The captain didn’t respond.

Together they found themselves a table away from all three groups and tried to vanish into the shadows. Commander Vir was desperately muttering to himself trying to figure out a way to contact someone on the outside, or at least get out a message. Krill was hiding himself under the table rocking back and forth wishing for the sweet release of death. 

“Krill, Krill maybe we can talk to one of the guards, maybe we can convince them to help us.” He stood from his seat nodding to himself not waiting for Krill to give his opinion turned and ran face first into the chest of an absolutely behemoth prisoner. He WAS as tall as sunny for sure with a chest measurement almost twice that of Vir. His huge arms where the circumference of the commander’s head. 

Slowly the Commander lifted his eyes upwards mouth hanging slightly open eyes wide coming to a rather large, round face with a well trimmed goatee, no hair and angrily slanted eyebrows. It was then he noticed the four other humans standing behind him. One was tall and surprisingly handsome with thick curly hair going down to his shoulders while the other two were short wiry, balding and appeared to be twins. To their right was a man just a little shorter than the first dark hair dark skin and an unusually friendly expression considering the circumstances.

The man just in front of Vir stepped forward placing them chest to chest with Vir craning his neck upwards, “Why don’t you take a seat, friend.” He took another step forward and Vir staggered back catching his knees on the bench and forcibly sitting down. As soon as he did the dark friendly-face man, and one of the twins came to sit next to him sandwiching him in between them in what might have been a friendly gesture, accept for it wasn’t.

The first man loomed over him arms crossed over his chest, “Do you know what the first rule of the yard is?”

Commander Vir stammered and pressed himself back into the table, “Uh… don’t be a dick?”

The men around the table chuckled, without any humor, “Ah, I see we have a funny guy here, and when I say funny guy I mean a guy who is funny because he's clearly never been in the hoe before and learned everything he knows from movies…. Am I wrong?” 

Vir shook his head, though if Krill were in his position he wouldn't have disagreed either.

“First rule of the yard is that gang rules. It's the humans against the beetles and the bats, you get a chance to screw them over, you take it. But before that, Allen over there-” The handsome human raised his hand, “Is going to check your record, and if we see anything we don’t like…. Well you can imagine fom there.”

“S-something you don’t like? Like what.”

The small man to his side piped up, “Like if you're some kind of Cho-mo.”

Vir frowned, “A what/”

THe skinny  guy beside him spat on the floor, “ You know, A cho-mo, a kiddy fiddler,.”

Vir’s eyes widened, “Woah, whoah, hold on, I’m not that's… disgusting. I like kids…. Hold on that came out wrong. I mean I would never never ever touch or hurt a kid.” He took a deep breath, calming himself, “I am not a child molester and the kind of people that do that kind of thing deserve to die.” He locked eyes with the man above him and held it.

The frown split into a grin, “Good, just what we like to hear because if you turn out to be lying to us we’re gonna beat you to within an inch of your life,” He smiled openly “now just gotta make sure you aren't a snitch.” 

He was slapped heavily on the back by the darker human beside him lurching forward teeth gritted eyes wide. Before he could do anything the handsome man stepped forward, grabbed him by the hair, and ran some sort of scanning device over his number. He yelped in pain,but was pushed back before he could do anything. The man looked down at the device eyes scanning quickly over the words. The entire group went very still for a moment leaning in closer towards the commander with narrowed eyes.

“ John Doe, 25, 210, 6’2 Caucasian, Green Eye, prosthetic leg, tattoos of unknown origin, right shoulder right hip.” he looked up from his device, and sneered before looking down at his notes. “Possession of illegal substance, intent to sell, failure to identify, unlawful possession of a firearm, and resisting arrest.” There was a mutter around the group Krill thought he saw a few of the humans nodding.

“That's what they SAY I did, but I didn’t”

“Sure we’re all innocent here. Anyway John, what’s your real name?”

Adam shifted uncomfortably from where he was pinned between two strangers, “Adam, my name is Adam, and I told them that.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

Krill heard something from behind him as suddenly he was dragged into the air by a vice-like hand on his shoulder. He squealed and thrashed in desperation and fear as the other twin dragged him from under the table and held him up to the light, “And who is your friend here, a bug, don’t see many of those around here.”

Before any of the men could move, the commander was out of his seat and face to face with the small man. His single green eye once wide and afraid had narrowed, he stood tall back straight chest out teeth locked into a snarl, “Put him down or your fist goes down your throat.” His voice was like ice on steel.

Surprisingly the small man stepped back in shock. The entire group murmured, the small man looked towards his leader who finally waved a hand. Krill was dropped to the floor and skittered over to hide behind Adam who stood defensively against a group of five men, two of them taller than he was, “If you want to hurt him, then this ENTIRE prison is going to have to go through me.”

The big man cocked his head staring down at Adam like a great dane looks at a cockroach, “And what is the bug to you.”

“Someone I’m not willing to let get hurt, and if any of you disrespect him again I will go THROUGH you.” He was toe to toe with the big man now unmoving. Kril covered his eyes.

The big man leaned back a bit in contemplation, “You’re not one of those ... Disgusting Extrrials are you, getting freaky with the bug there.”

He didn’t break his stance, “We’re friends, and I owe him my life a million times over.”

The big man tapped his fingers against his arm for a contemplative moment, “Alright, I can respect that, just keep him in line, and he’s your responsibility.” Adam was clapped heavily on the shoulder and his eyes joggled around in his head with the force of it. The tense circle that had been around them before broke into into relaxation smiling and laughing, “Welcome to the hole.”

Krill kept at his heels as the two of them were dragged across the room to join the humans at their tables.

Only Krill saw the light tremor in the captain’s hand as they moved off.

[angst-king]

Eyes roll like stones

(Trigger warning, mention of bullying, harsh words towards a person with a disorder/disabilty. as well as swearing)

Aizawa's class had a substitute teacher that day, and they just gave the class free time so that allowed them to do as they pleased. Kirishima was sitting in his desk listening to Denki going on about memes and Pokemon. As Denki rambled on and showed Kirishima pictures, Kirishima's brain suddenly became numb and he froze in place seeming to be staring off into space which Denki noticed. Snapping his fingers to try and get Kirishima's attention but that's when he body turned rigid and he started convulsing soon falling out of his desk and onto the hard tile floor. Denki had no clue on what to do as he called for help. Hearing the blonde's frantic please the class turned and saw the seen, and with in seconds Mina was jumping over desks to get to kirishima and directing volunteering peers. "I need help moving the desk! Move anything of value out of the way now!" Mina quickly picked up Kirishima's backpack and turned him on his side as carefully as she could. The substitute teacher had no real clue on what to do but stuck around even with Mina getting the situation under control. When the seizure slowed to only soft jerks and jolts, Mina sighed "this one wasn't too bad thank god" she says it quietly inaudible from those around her. She got down to him and started to unbutton and loosen his uniform, taking his tie and doing her best to comfort Kirishima. "Um we should get him to the nurse right? call an ambulance?"  Suggested the teacher, then all eyes were back to Mina, who shakes her head. "Don't can an ambulance, this is normal for him. He has epilepsy, he didn't want anyone to know but I knew this would happen eventually." setting down Kirishima's backpack she checked for anything she could use. "Please just get recovery girl, though he just needs to go to his room to rest. I usually just stay with him though." Midoriya volunteers and hurries off to get her. Using her own back back to keep Kirishima's head up, Mina then starts to check Kirishima over. "u-um Ashido what are you doing now?" Asked Denki "Checking him for injuries, sometimes when he falls from a seizure he an seriously hurt himself." "a-ah okay then"

It had been a few minutes and Kirishima was coming too, groaning and eyes fluttering open although not fully it was something. "Come on Kiri time to wake up bud." She says patting his back and gently shaking him, whimpering and shaking a little while his eyes lazily stayed half lidded. Kirishima wasn't able to make coherent words very well and was totally out of it. "There ya go bud, shh you're in class." Mina's voice was calming to the whimpering one who had no idea what had happened. Just as Kirishima was regaining more and more of his senses recovery girl came in. In the end Kirishima was taken to her office to rest until he's conscious enough, then Mina took him to his dorm.

The end of the school day came and so the students were mainly in the common room. Bakugou had appeared finally with most of the Bakusquad, he had a dentist appointment, like always no cavities! He came into the common room seeing the Bakusquad, well he saw that Kirishima was missing..Where was his boyfriend? "Hey Blasty's back, so how was the dentist? win the first place for shiniest teeth?" Joke Kaminari "Fuck yeah I did, now where's kirishima?" the boys looked to Mina who sighed "Kirishima had a seizure-" w-wait what?!!" Barked Bakugou Mina stood up defensively raising her hand to signal him she wasn't done. "He will be alright, he's resting in his room, you guys don't know this but Kirishima is epileptic, he has to take medicine to control it or make his seizures less violent." Suddenly the elevator dinged and opened, there stood Kirishima with his hair down and in his loosely worn uniform. Seeing his friends he stumbles over obviously still under the affects, the group quickly gravitated towards Kirishima who was slightly pale and not exactly ready for the rush of the group yet. "when were you gonna tell us?" "do you remember anything?" "are you okay?" Bakugou even shook Kirishima which overwhelmed him, drawing out a small whimper. Kirishima got on the defensive, putting his hands up to cover his face ready to cry at all the questions and being over crowded. "Hey back off of him you guys, I know you mean well but you're scaring him." The group of boys quieted down and gave Kirishima space. "Kiri you sure you should be up and walking around?" Mina asked concernedly, Kirishima's guard was down and he answered. "I feel a little nauseous but I'm fine, just don't wanna be alone in my room." "Well why don't we just go and hang out in your room, we've never seen it any way." Suggested Sero which made Eijirou twiddle his fingers which Kaminari picked up on.

"What's wrong Kiri, why can't we see your room, its not like you're hiding a body in there right?" Jokes the electric blonde who made Eijirou blush and shake his head. "n-no there's no dead body, u-um well now that you know that I have epilepsy you might as well know why I don't let you see my room.." Sighed the red head the group was all ears, Mina already knew why seeing as she had to help Eijirou through his epilepsy. "My room is specially made for my epilepsy. I even have a special bed. Its kinda normal looking but it has a lever on the bottom and when you push it forwards it raised up two sets of rails on each side. The rails keep me from falling out of bed, they're metal and if I have a seizure in my sleep then you can hear lots of clanking and stuff...I also have a baby monitor just in case those that connects to one in Mina's room..She'll usually come and help me during the night. I'm also not allowed to lock my door." 

Suddenly a rough yet caring hand pats his shoulder "Don't know why the fuck you're so embarrassed about that shit, why the fu- Kiri?" Kirishima's face paled and went blank "oh god Bakugou catch him!" Ashido called out just as Kiri's eyes went back and his knees buckle, thankfully Bakugou caught Eijirou but still had to let him down to the floor.

Backing away from him as Eijirou's body shook heavily, thrashing on the hard wood floor. Seeing Kirishima like this frightened Bakugou a little, he didn't show it. The look on his face was more shock but he was panicking on the inside. "The fuck do we do Pinky!?!" Mina was already racing around to try and push her friend on his side again. "Just keep others from coming over here, don't get too close right now or you'll get hurt." The boys nod and still watch in worry as their friend convulses harshly. As time when on for what felt like hours it had only been minutes, Eijirou was foaming at the mouth with his eyes forced backwards though much to the group's hope. His epileptic fit slowed until his body went completely limp, the boys looked to Mina. "should we take him to his room now?" Asked Denki, Mina nods but before she can get Kirishima, Bakugou does it for her. Holding him bridal style. "I wouldn't hold him like that Bakugou, he might fall if he wakes up or seizes again." Warned the pink haired girl, grumbling Bakugou adjust his hold and shifted Kirishima onto his hip like how you hold a small child.

Mina pressed the elevator button and when the door opens they get in and pressed on the desired floor number. In Bakugou's arms Eijirou was out cold, but Bakugou could feel his temperature dropping which alarmed the fiery blond. "Oi Pinky why is red so damn cold?" "cold? Oh sometimes that happens, his body temperature will drop, gosh why can't this elevator go any faster?" Mina tapped her foot impatiently, Bakugou's inner softy started to rub the red head's back. When the elevator opened and they got on the floor, Sero opens Kirishima's door and is about to turn on the lights "Please don't turn on the lights Sero, the ceiling lights are too much for him, here I got them." Mina goes over to the bed and kneels down flipping a small switch. Soft fairy lights lit up the room a little more, it wasn't  bright but they were able to see with out the harsh beaming ceiling lights. "Yo blasty you can put him on the bed" Which is what he does, slowly laying the pale body down on the warm sheets. Feeling a sense of worry and warmth as he feels compelled to sit on the bed next to him. He couldn't help but brush his fingers along Eijirou's cheek with worried eyes. "Is he gonna be okay, you said he had a seizure earlier today.." The others could hear the concern in Bakugou's unnaturally soft voice "Is someone worried over Kiri?~" Teased Kaminari who snapped Bakugou's attention "fuck no!"

"you sure are giving him such soft eyes dude, also..we see how you two look at each other." Sero pointed out making Bakugou turn red and shaking his head "no fucking way, I do not like this red head loser!-" "Shhh you're gonna wake him up blasty, also the reason Kirishima didn't want anyone to know especially you is because. Kirishima used to be bullied about his epilepsy and it got back and killed his self esteem. He even admitted to me that he honestly thought no one would love him because of his seizures." With these words Bakugou thought about it, was Kirishima worried about Bakugou bullying him over his seizures? That hurt Bakugou quite a bit actually, he knew he could be cruel, impulsive, mean, loud and scary but under all that he was a big teddy bear. Bakugou's hand trailed down to his shoulder, rubbing small circles and giving Eijirou a dazed yet soft look. Kaminari fake checked and stood up "well I'm gonna go and hang out with Shinsou, let me know when he wakes up." Sero got up as well "Yeah I gotta go and finish some school work, see ya."

Now it was only the three of them, a small whine could be heard which came from Kirishima. Slowly starting to wake up, eye brows furrowing and a small grimace showing then tired crimson eyes fluttered open. "hm mnnng~?" "kiri hun come on time to wake up" Spoke Mina, when Eijirou's eyes focused and started looking around he looked confused again. "wh-what happened?" With a sigh Bakugou answered him this time "you had another seizure, red." Sitting up unsteadily and curling up with his knees to his chest he shrunk away from Bakugou. "hey Bakugou mind watching over Kirishima, I've gotta do somethings alright?" She wasn't really giving the ash blond much of a choice and was soon out of the room leaving Bakugou and Kirishima alone. Suddenly a groan could be heard, which brought his attention back to Eijirou after watching the alien girl leave. Holding his stomach with one hand and his head with the other while still shaking but not violently more like his body temperature was struggling to rise back up.

"r-Red, you okay?" Kirishima whimpered and shook his head "f-feel s-sick" Bakugou rarely every saw Kirishima stutter like this. "do you need help?"  Kirishima shook his head but only managed to stumble uneasily to his feet off the bet not having the best footing Bakugou quickly came around and caught the red head. "hold on before you fucking hurt yourself," Bakugou put his arm around Eijirou's waist holding onto him firmly and holding his arm over his shoulder. "now lets get you to the bathroom."  Now leading the disoriented boy to the shared bathroom which was empty much to Kirishima's pride.  Kirishima obviously felt sick to his stomach and they'd arrived just in time as he was now starting to gag. He got down to the toilet just as a round of sick came up, his body lurched forwards as he emptied his stomach.

It ended in Kirishima crying when he feels Bakugou lay a gentle hand on his back. Flinching away and curling up he sniffled "I-I'm s-s-sorry B-Bakugou, y-you don't h-have to help me." His voice quiet and hoarse with small coughs and hints of shame, he wouldn't dare look into the blond's eyes. "J-just laugh, c-call me names like a-all the others have n-now that you know I'm br-broken." His voice still shook as he shivered, his words broke Katsuki's heart that not many people knew he had. He hated to hear the other talk bad about himself it made him angry. Hands tightening into a fits with his classical 'tch' Bakugou spoke lowly.

"Where the fuck did you here that from huh?" "M-middle school kids, e-even adults..they kicked me, a-attacked, laughed, and called me names that i'm sure you'd agree with." That only angered Katsuki more but he took a deep breath and sighed continuing his questions. "What did they say to you?" "They called me Spazz, retard, broken brain, druggie, freaks,saying how the 'retard has to restart' or 'the druggie needs his drugs again' 'weak riot'..d-don't people know that words hurt j-just as much as kicks or punches..I-I d-don't wanna be weak." With out warning Bakugou grabbed Kirishima by the shoulders and pulled his into a hug, a warm loving hug with back rubs and gentle rocking back and forth with soft yet stern words. "don't listen to those pricks who tell you that shit because they're so fucking wrong Kirishima I swear. They're just jealous that you worked harder to get to be in a hero school. You are not fucking weak, you are not a druggie, a fucking retard you are none of that..you're a badass bitch! You're strong, you're an unbreakable wall those shits just don't fucking see it! Sure you have epilepsy but that doesn't change shit to me." This whole speech had Kirishima's face turning just as red as his head but these words finally broke Kirishima. "Kirishima Eijirou I fucking love you with all my damn heart, don't every say that shit about yourself again or I'm blast you to the moon and back." Blush flooding all the way up to his ears as more tears pours down like rain, Kirishima pushed his face into Bakugou's warm inviting chest before nodding. "I love you too Bakugou."

After cleaning up and rinsing out his mouth, Katsuki helped Eijirou back to bed. Realizing the other was still dressed in his school uniform, the blonde starts to go through Eijirou's clothes. "You need rest and you need to get out of your school clothes." Bakugou found some pajamas that he found kinda cute, it was a grey hoodie and long soft blue sweats with lil cartoon-ish sharks on them. "here put these on" So with that Kirishima quickly changed out of his school uniform. Kirishima did have plenty of bruises and scars along his body from his epileptic fits that day which didn't shock him, and Bakugou wasn't looking so there were no questions. Once dressed comfortably, Bakugou came over and ruffled the spiked crimson locks down to their flat yet soft and voluminous state. Falling into his face and a little down his neck, Eijirou brushed his bangs out of his face and went over to the bed. He grabbed the water bottle he had sitting on his nightstand, and then going through his drawers to find three containers of pills. He took he took one pill from each container which was three pills in total, swallowing them down with a gulp up water.

Turning over to the bed Eijirou is greeted with Bakugou sitting in his bed under the covers. "Come on, lets cuddle, you need to sleep." With open arms the fiery male was seeming to be even sweeter to the red head who nods and comes over climbing into bed. Finding the lever Kirishima grunts and pulled it towards him to the metal rails would raise around the bed. Now with the safe guards up, Eijirou allowed himself to lean back into Katsuki's strong chest. He allows the taller's arms to loosely wrap around him while Eijirou got comfortable in Katsuki's lager frame. Laying his head on his chest, he feels a soft peck on his head. "I love you Kirishima" "I-I love you too Bakugou."

[chazz-anova]

My official Far Cry 5 fanfic!

Alrighty everyone! After a LONG time, I’ve finally finished the first section of this fic and I am so excited to start posting it everywhere lmao, so please feel free to leave your comments in the replies I’d love to hear what people think! Now without further ado; here’s chapter 1!

Veronica glanced lazily at the clock, which read 3:28am. She'd gotten off work about 4 hours earlier, but couldn't seem to lull herself to sleep no matter how many drinks she had or smoke breaks she took. Lately, the young sheriff's deputy had felt unsettled, like she was stuck in a rut. Ice clinked in her Crown Royal glass as she raised it to her lips, finishing it with a swig. "What's wrong with me Olive?" She asked the calico cat that padded silently into the room. The cat replied with a dainty mew and climbed into Veronica's lap. While petting her companion, she glanced around her modest townhome. 

It was a tastefully furnished two story home with a balcony and a neighborhood pool. She sat on a powder blue couch that was joined by an armchair off to the side. The TV screen in front of her read 'Are you there? Press X to continue" Answering the question aloud, she muttered "Sometimes I wonder if I am still here" She lifted Olive off her lap and replaced her with an engraved silver tray, a baggie of weed, and a Cherry Dynamite flavoured Swisher. She may be a deputy, but some vices she was reluctant to give up. 

A few moments later- Veronica stepped out onto her balcony, blunt in hand. She slowly took in the familiar scenery, living right on the outskirts of Hope County afforded her one of the best views. The Whitetail Mountains towered over the town beyond, the neon lights of various restaurants and gas stations glowing upwards and framing the tall peaks in a surreal glow. Her gaze turned up to the stars, dazzling like diamonds on the velvet black sky. As she lit up and the lighter illuminated her balcony, the atmosphere shifted a degree 'Everything will be different soon.' The thought flew through her mind without warning, and she shivered as though possessed. "Jeez..." She murmured and took a long drag of the sweet smoke, shaking her head and praying for rest to come quickly, after this she’d go and try to lay in her bed until sleep overtook her finally. 

Running. Feet pounding the ground. Lungs shriveled and screaming for a full breath. Tears welled up in Veronica's eyes as she wind cut at her skin. In front of her, millions of faceless souls reached their hands out; grasping for her as she ran, seemingly suspended between them and what she ran from. The group was insistently whispering "Help. Help us." Veronica turned around, slowing a fraction. Behind her there was a plume of green smoke billowing out of an unseen source, threatening to take her mind and steal her heart if she got too close. The entities in front of her were murmuring "Please help us" "We need you". With each  pleading moan their voices grew; louder and louder until their words were a guttural, rasping cacophony of screams. And just as suddenly as they appeared, they were gone and replaced by deafening silence. The air seemed to be holding its breath, and Veronica turned to see the smoke gone as well, leaving her alone in the blackness. 

Upon waking, Veronica gasped and clutched her heart, which was fighting to escape her chest with each beat. “Fuck!” She exclaimed and looked around her room. In the darkness she saw everything was normal, her desk and computer stood in front of her and no one occupied the chair in the corner to her relief. She took her phone from the nightstand and saw that it was only 6:20am. “Man, screw this.” She burrowed back under the black covers and pulled them over her head. 

The next time she awoke- gentle sunlight streamed in through the half open curtains and her eyes fluttered open. Checking her phone, it was now 10:42am, and relief filled her. Looking underneath the time she saw a message from her co-worker and good friend, Joey Hudson. It read “Come to your shift ready for some bull today!” Veronica sighed, typing out her response “Always do!” 

Soon enough, Olive jumped onto her bed and sat, giving her an impatient look. “Alright you little beast, I’ll get up.” She smiled at her furry friend and swung her feet over the side, striding into the kitchen and grabbing the cat food while also setting her coffee pot to brew.

In about 20 minutes- she was sitting on her balcony with a hot cup of mostly cream and sugar with a little coffee, and a quickly rolled joint. ‘Please let today go by quickly...:’ she prayed to no one in particular. Her work outfit looked creased from not being washed recently, and she knew Sheriff Whitehorse would have something to say about that. ‘After this joint I should probably get going.’ V thought, looking through the balcony windows at the clock. 

Veronica stepped into the grey/white walled sheriff’s office; seeing Nancy at the front desk on the phone, examining her long nails disinterestedly. She gave her a quick wave before heading back to Sheriff Earl Whitehorse’s office, where a commotion could be heard. 

“I don’t care how scared of him all you backwoods hicks are, where I’m from we get shit done!” An aggressive man declared, venom dripping from his words. ‘This must be the aforementioned bullshit Hudson mentioned.’ Veronica sighed before pasting a professional smile over her frown and stepping into the room. “You’ve got no right to just come in here like-” Hudson’s confident voice was absorbed by the same angry voice that had started the yelling, “Oh I’ve got every right missy. Know why? Because I’m a federal marshal, and what I say goes.” The tension in the air was malleable. Between Hudson glaring daggers at the stranger and Whitehorse’s dejected look, Ronnie knew she had just walked into a shitstorm. “Woah, let’s take it down a notch okay?” She said, directed at the man in front of her. He was of a bulkier build, and his stance said he was used to having things his way or the highway. “Oh great, another dumbass deputy to deal with! Sheriff, get your team and your shit together.” The man pushed past Veronica and Joey, shouldering his way out of the room. “Nice to meet you too!” The youngest deputy called before turning back to Hudson and Whitehorse. “So, who pissed in his cheerios?” 

Hudson just shook her head angrily, as Whitehorse replied grimly “Joseph Seed.”

“That pastor who’s been causing trouble in Hope County?” 

“That’s the one. He’s formed some kind of militia and is kidnapping folks… I’d get yourselves ready, because as soon as the judge fills that warrant we’re all going to pick him up.” 

V met his words with an incredulous look, retorting “He’s bad enough that we all get to join Captain Sunshine there on a simple warrant like that? I mean, every time we’ve had to deal with him and his followers it’s never seemed that severe.” Hudson spoke up, pulling her phone from her pocket and presenting a video “Look for yourself. Someone sent this in a couple days ago.” 

Grainy footage showed a tall, shirtless man in aviators preaching to a flock of similarly dressed people. The video zoomed in on the man’s chilling blue eyes; and the camera suddenly fell to the ground, showing the owner of the device being dragged forward and put on his knees before the preacher. In a casual manner he reached forward and placed his thumbs against the man’s eyes, pressing while his victim’s screams grew louder and more pained. Soon the man fell to the ground, and Joseph flicked the blood from his hands as though it were water. Veronica’s eyebrows raised in surprise as the scene was cut off and a new image appeared on the screen.

The recording was now taking place outside. There was a sizable wooden stage and Joseph stood in the center, a large curtain obscuring what was on a stand behind him. “My children, we must repent for our sins!” Joseph called while pulling the curtain down with some flourish. Veronica gasped in shock upon seeing the man from before who’d had his eyes crushed. He was lifted up onto a wooden pole, his eyes had been replaced by a white flower in each eye socket. Looking down his body- it was clear someone  had mutilated his chest cavity as well, carving out space for a bouquet of the same flowers.  On both sides of his head antlers had been impaled into his skull, where dried blood decorated the base of each antler in grotesque detail. 

When the video finally faded to black, Veronica handed the phone back to Joey. “Wow, I’m glad I didn’t have anything heavy for breakfast.” She deadpanned, shaking her head. “This is a mistake, we need more people.” Whitehorse murmured and walked out of the room with an exasperated look. “Old man’s taking this real hard… I think he saw something real messed up on the last call out to Joseph’s compound.” Hudson looked after him with worry clear on her face. The other deputy nodded, unable to clear the images from the video from her mind. “Even though he’s clearly an ass, maybe the Marshal is right and we’ll just go snatch him up real quick.” 

“Hopefully..” Hudson murmured and left the office as well, leaving Veronica alone. 

The rest of the day- Marshal Cameron Burke holed up in a back office making heated phone calls, trying to find a judge to sign his warrant. V spent most of the day riding with another deputy, Staci Pratt. Veronica couldn’t stand Pratt, so every call they went on was a chore. However, the shift was finally drawing to a close as the pair pulled up once more at the station. 

As soon as they walked in the door, Burke was on them. “You two, I suggest getting some rest tonight, because I found a judge. Once I’ve gathered everything I need, we’ll be flying out to Joseph’s compound.” Veronica checked the clock in the lobby, nodding “Well it’s 9 now, when are we leaving?” The Marshal sighed, as though responding was a chore, “We leave when I call and tell you we’re leaving.” V narrowed her eyes while crossing her arms, “You know, I’m not sure what your problem is, but don’t talk to me like that. You’re an adult, not a petty child, act like it.” The federal marshal was shocked someone had stood up to him, and unsure what to say. Seizing the opportunity to make her escape before her mouth got her into more trouble, Ronnie rushed past the man, shaking her head. ‘What an asshole!’ She thought as she punched numbers into the timeclock, hurrying out of the building without further incident.

About 20 minutes later, Veronica was speeding down the winding country roads in her beat up Mazda Miata. The roads were entirely empty, save for a deer she saw on the side of the road while taking the next turn. Upon rounding the corner- a large flare of light and an earth-shaking explosion caused her to slam on the brakes. “What the hell…” She peered out of the window. “Guess I should go check on that.. being an officer of the law and all…” Her murmured words were enveloped by another explosion, causing her to jump. Some days the job of a deputy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. 

Ronnie had finally reached the area where the explosions had been coming from, after breaking several traffic laws to get there. Stepping out of the car, she drew her gun and took a preliminary look around the clearing. There were almost cartoon-worthy scorch marks on the ground that had wiped away any sense of greenery on the ground, but no one seemed to be around. V kept the gun at her side and started her sweep of the area. Right as she was going to start heading back to her car to report this to the station, she heard someone walking through the woods to her left. “Note to self, don’t light the fuse before you’re ready to have it blow up..” She heard someone mutter to themselves before she yelled “Freeze! Who are you and what’re you doing here?” A man of medium build walked out of the treeline, holding his hands in the classic ‘I surrender’ style. He wore a green sweatshirt, and a matching ballcap. “Charlemange Victor Boshaw at your service ma’am, I apologise for the bother-” 

“You describe an explosion as a ‘bother’?” Veronica interrupted, gun staying trained on him. 

“Well yeah. It sure bothered me that it exploded.” 

“May I ask what you were exploding?” 

“So my totally awesome cousin Hurk gave me some dynamite that he made himself, and of course being a good buddy I told him I would try it out! Well, silly me I didn’t realise that Hurk only knows how to make short-fused dynamite! So when I went to light it, it exploded preemptively so that’s why there’s those scorch marks… ma’am.” 

Veronica cocked her head to the side, giving the man an incredulous look, “Would you be offended if I said that was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard?” He thought about it for a moment before responding sincerely “Nope.” The deputy nodded, saying “Well I appreciate the honesty! Unfortunately, I’ve gotta call the station for this one.” She fished her badge from her pocket. The man crossed his arms, asking “Well what exactly are the charges?” 

“Uhm… detonation of an explosive device and illegal possession for one.” 

“I supposed I can’t argue with that.” He said amiably, watching Veronica reach for her radio off the utility belt she still hadn’t removed after work. 

The pair sat on the curb together, one handcuffed one not. “So you’re the Sharky Boshaw?” Ronnie asked, giving him a mischievous smile. Sharky grinned and shrugged modestly “The one and only!” 

“You’re a legend around the station, I’m surprised I haven’t seen you before! Out of curiosity… why choose this spot for blowing shit up?” 

“Well I was actually on my way to the store when I saw this spot and thought to myself ‘That would be a good field to set off some fireworks’. Then I remembered Hurk had put his stuff in my backseat, and that dynamite is just a less pretty firework, so here we are!” 

When his story was finished, V gave him a look that was part amused, part withering glance. “I can’t tell if you’re joking.” He shrugged with a lackadaisical smile. Before either of them could continue the conversation, a light brown Crown Vic pulled up and the sirens on the roof let out a quick whoop before one of the night shift deputies stepped out. “Hey Veronica! Boshaw, the backseat’s ready for you!” He said, helping Sharky stand and turn towards the car. Veronica stood with him, and gave a curt nod to her coworker, “Thanks for coming out, Sam.” 

Finally after that detour, V was almost home. It was a relatively long drive back and forth, but she didn’t mind it. Working with Sheriff Whitehorse was worth it since she’d known him almost half of her life. Veronica and her mom had moved to Hope County when she was only 12, her mom found work as an officer and then an office administrator for Earl until Nancy came along and gave her mom the chance to take her pension, and start a new job as a conservation officer at a small national park nearby called Polebridge. 

The actual sheriff’s office was in Missoula, about two hours away from Hope County, making Veronica’s drive home take about an hour since she lived practically in between the two. 

 Keeping her eyes on the road, she dug one-handed through her purse for her phone. Once it was in hand she said “Hey Google, call Mom.” and a soft chirp came from the device, processing the demand before dialing. Three rings in- a cheery voice answered. “Hey sweetie!” 

“Hey, mom, I just had a question?”

“Sure what’s up?”

She paused, rethinking her request for a moment. In that second, her nightmare from last night danced through her thoughts and her mind was made up. “Oh um, well I’m going out on a warrant tonight, and I was wondering if you could watch Olive for me? It’s probably nothing, I just had a weird feeling.” 

“Of course! I’d love to see my grandkitty! I’m glad you know when to listen to your gut.” 

“Well I learned from the best! I just got home now, can I pack her up and head over?”

“That’s fine! I’ll be here for a bit. Can I plan on you staying for dinner?”

“Uh… yeah that’ll work, I don’t have any plans. I’ll see you soon, love you!” 

“Love you too!” 

The line disconnected with a click as Veronica pulled into her driveway and stepped out of the car, fetching her keys from the caribinger she kept it on. As she approached the door, she heard insistent meowing on the other side. “I’m comin’…” She chuckled and pushed the door open to reveal Olive, who immediately rushed to hug her legs as she stepped over the threshold. “Hey monster, ready to see grandma?” She asked in a baby voice and grinned at her, reaching down to pick her up. As soon as she did- the cat clambered up to her shoulder and balanced precariously “Why are you like this?” She joked, removing her before making her way to the hallway closet and pulling out the cat carrier and a half-full bag of cat food.

Once she’d put a few more odds and ends into an overnight bag, she took out her decorative, pink bong and loaded a bowl. The water bubbled and pure white smoke filled the center chamber as she lit the greenery in the bowl. After coughing her lungs up for a few moments she set the glass piece on the table and stood up, “Okay, now we can go!” She declared and bundled Olive and all her things into the Miata. 

In a quick 15 minutes- the two of them pulled up in front of her mom’s. It was a tidy ranch style home, painted robin’s egg blue with crisp white shutters. V knocked on the door, Olive’s carrier in one hand. 

Her mom answered the door with a sweet smile on her features, immediately wrapping the deputy in a tight hug, “Hi Ronnie!” She exclaimed before pulling back. “Hi mom!” She responded and stepped through the door, setting Olive down. Sarah Rook looked like an older version of Veronica except her hair was a chestnut brown as opposed to V’s dirty blonde; they shared aquamarine eyes and a light spattering of freckles.

The younger woman pulled the zipped and freed the hyper cat, who immediately jumped from containment to survey her surroundings. “Someone’s impatient!” Her mom chuckled and watched the cat sprint off into the hallway. “She takes after me I guess.” Veronica smiled and inhaled deeply, “Is that steaks and mac and cheese I smell?” 

“Well I thought I’d at least fatten you up before you leave tonight.” Her mom said and ushered her into the dining room. There was a round white table there that was joined by a tall china cabinet filled with memorabilia. The places had already been set, two red and white checkered table mats sat across from each other at the corresponding seats and the silverware was laid out neatly. “Sounds good to me, I’m starving!” Veronica took a seat and watched her mom buzzing about the kitchen as she put the finishing touches on their meals. 

Once everything was done, the table was filled with food. A bowl of salad in the middle, with a basket of rolls to the side. Their plates were adorned with juicy t-bone steaks, mac and cheese, and potato salad. “I knew there was a reason I hadn’t put you in a nursing home…” V joked as she savored a bite of the rare steak, just how she liked it. Her mother scoffed, and took a sip of water, “As if you could.” They both shared a smile and then turned to see Olive padding into the room, her head in the air as she scented the air. “What a brat.” Veronica said as she jumped up on the table expectantly. “You did say she took after you!” Her mom retorted, picking up the naughty cat and setting her on the floor. “So, what’s this warrant you’re going on?”

“Mom, you know I’m not supposed to divulge any details...”

“Oh please, I used to be in the game, and still kind of am. I worked for Whitehorse long before you did, I don’t think I need to be counted as a citizen.” She said, rolling her eyes. Veronica looked uneasy as she considered it for a moment, then relented; “It’s some doomsday cult leader… Joseph Seed. Something about him really freaked me out.” She confessed, almost hanging her head. Being freaked out was not the norm for this deputy. “Why’s that?” 

“I think it’s just his ability to brainwash all of these people… anyone who can do that has too much power. Also Earl is scared of him, which is weird. He’s usually so gungho about catching the bad guys, but he doesn’t even want to go on this warrant.” 

“That’s certainly odd. I’ve never seen that man back down, there must be something seriously bad going on.” Her mom looked off, her brow furrowed in deep thought. “Hopefully this mission will just be in and out. That way I can get back to my baby!” She said the last part in a higher pitch, directing it at the cat, who was sitting in the window behind them. “I hope so too sweetie. People like him are the reason I’ve got a bunker.” Ronnie smirked, saying “Yeah you and everyone else in Hope County, it seems like.” 

“It never hurts to be prepared!” 

“I guess so.” She relented, standing and grabbing their dirty dishes. 

After all the dishes were cleaned and hugs were shared, Veronica stretched and glanced at the clock which showed 10:45pm. “Man how’d it get so late so fast?” She mused and stroked Olive’s soft little head. “Hopefully a late dinner won’t give you any nightmares.” Her mother thought out loud and wrapped Veronica in another suffocating hug. “It was nice having dinner with you baby, I love you!” She smooched Ronnie on the cheek before pulling away and giving her a loving grin. “I had a good time, and the steaks were amazing. Thanks for having me over, I love you too!” She returned the kiss on the cheek and put her hand on the doorknob. As she stepped out her mother wished her luck on the warrant later, and then she was in her car once more. 

20 minutes later, V was brushing her teeth, staring at herself in the mirror wearing a simple black night dress that fell to her thighs and was fringed with lace at the bottom. Long day… who knows when that asshole Burke is gonna call me.�� She thought, spitting out the toothpaste and wiping her mouth with the back of her arm.  As she flopped into bed, the black sheets felt cold without Olive’s presence, but she felt it was for the best. It was 11:11pm as she glanced at the clock. “Make a wish…” She murmured while her eyes shut, the feeling of a full stomach lulling her to sleep. 

A blaring ringing tore through the dark silence in Veronica’s bedroom. It was her phone, blasing her generic android ringtone. Her eyes snapped open and she grasped for her phone, having to blink the bleariness away before seeing that it was Hudson calling her. She looked at the clock for the second time that night to see only two hours had passed, making it around 1am. She slid the green answer icon across the screen and answered, her voice thick with annoyance, “Hello?” Instead of Joey’s pleasant voice, she was met with Marshal Cameron Burke’s gruff one, “Rook, get your ass up and get dressed. We’re executing this warrant now.” 

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Yeah, time to arrest that asshole Joseph Seed.” Burke practically shouted, and then Veronica was met with a dial tone. She scoffed, pulling the phone from her ear to look at it and see only her lock screen, a photo of Olive in a taco costume. “Guess I’m getting ready.” She grumbled and turned on the lamp sitting on her nightstand. The light flooded every corner of the room, forcing V to squint as she flipped the covers off and walked over to a chair in the corner of the room that was covered with clothes and blankets. She snatched her green work button up before finding a tank top and some jeans. On top of her dresser, she eyed her jewelry box and plucked out a rose gold heart-shaped locket with a matching chain. It was engraved ‘To Veronica, Love nana’ Once she was dressed, she buckled her utility belt and hurried down the stairs to the front door. 

Something forced her to stop and take a look at the open plan townhome. All was calm and nothing stirred in the living room, yet she felt eerie as she left. Almost like she was abandoning her castle. She shook her head, shaking the thought off and stepping through the door to lock it. As she was walking to the car she pulled out her wallet from her back pocket, it was a replica of the one used in Pulp Fiction that said ‘BAD MOTHERFUCKER’ on the side. She opened the zippered secret pocket, pulling out a faded scrap of paper. On it was written ‘Good luck on your first day! -Mom’. She’d slipped her that on her first day at the sheriff’s department. At the time, V had laughed and said “I’m not a kid!” But stowed it away nonetheless as a good luck charm. A sudden, bone-chilling breeze whipped across the land, forcing a shiver to wrack her body. Veronica stepped into her car, feeling like this was going to be a long night. 

The deputy’s hands clenched the steering wheel- frustration written all over her features. She’d already been to the station only to get redirected to some field by Nancy, who was the only one not joining this adventure. Apparently the sheriff had asked her to come in and man the scanner, just in case things got out of hand and they needed to call reinforcements. Ronnie shook her head as she saw Hudson, Whitehorse, Pratt, and Burke standing in front of a matte black helicopter that had a badge on the side. Upon walking up to join them, Veronica called “Well this is fancy!” Staci stepped up next to the marshal, exclaiming “Yeah, the feds decided to help us out on this one!” He clapped Burke on the shoulder- earning him a heated glare. “Anyways… everyone pile in. Hudson, you’re flying us.” The grumpy man got to the point, motioning everyone into the copter. 

In no time they were in the air, flying to Joseph’s Compound on an island in the middle of Hope County. Veronica looked at the screen of the gps in the front, searching for the time. She found that it was 2:37am, and asked “So what exactly is the benefit of going to get him so late?” Cameron replied- his voice dripping with unearned confidence “The benefit, Rook, is catching him by surprise.” As Ronnie was about to speak up, Pratt cut in with, “You don’t catch men like Joseph Seed off guard.” 

At that moment Joey spoke up, “Crossing the Henbane now.” Everyone looked out of the wide windows, only to catch sight of a perfect rendition of Joseph Seed’s face captured forever in stone in way of a towering monolith. “Crazy motherfucker…” Burke murmured, his gaze held by the monument. “Jesus Christ.. we’re officially in peggie country.” Hudson shook her head before looking back to the skies. “You know, they call this Angel’s Peak. It’s a holy place for them.” Pratt said, sounding almost wistful.

“How much longer?” Cameron asked. 

“Just long enough for you to change your mind so we can turn this bird around.” Whitehorse insisted. “You want me to ignore a federal warrant, sheriff?” Burke scoffed.

“No sir, I want you to understand the reality of this situation. Joseph Seed… he’s not a man to be fucked with. We’ve had a few run ins with him before and it hasn’t always gone our way. Sometimes.. sometimes it’s better to just leave well enough alone.” 

Burke scoffed, lifting up the warrant. “Yeah, well we have laws for a reason; and Joseph Seed’s gonna learn that.” Instead of replying to that, the sheriff radioed Nancy to make sure she was still there, and told her that if she didn’t hear from them in 15 minutes to call backup. V looked down and saw a white church surrounded by other smaller buildings, she was mystified. The whole situation didn’t even seem real. ‘Maybe it’s just because it’s late and I haven’t gotten any good rest lately.’ She thought, trying to comfort herself. Somehow it didn’t help. 

“So what’s with calling them ‘peggies’? I’ve never heard anyone at the station call them that.” Veronica asked, hoping to lighten the mood. “Project Eden’s Gate. P. E. G. It’s what the locals call them.” Earl explained. Somehow she knew he was trying to distract himself as well. 

As they got closer, it was obvious there were people everywhere. “So much for taking him by surprise.” She muttered, shaking her head and thinking ‘I could be asleep right now.’ The helicopter jerked slightly as it landed on the ground, the blades whirling to a stop. All of them exited the bird, taking in their surroundings. Peggies surrounded them on all sides and the compound had as many as 12 buildings; dorms, a barn, and various other houses. The cult members regarded them suspiciously, casting daggers their ways and muttering insults. Ronnie looked to her left as they walked down the main path, there was a man wielding a flamethrower and keeping a pire of fire sufficiently lit. “They don’t fuck around…” V commented, her brow furrowed. 

The group made their way into a fenced corridor topped with an arch that said ‘Church of Eden’s Gate’ with the cross adorning the center. As they walked, a creaking then metal clanging could be heard behind them, causing Veronica to whip around only to witness them closing the gate behind them. “Why are they closing the gate?” Joey asked, looking to her partners for answers but receiving nothing. They approached the door to the church and could hear a choir of members singing a hymn as Whitehorse motioned for them to hold up. “Going in there, we do this my way, quietly.” He said sternly, mainly for Burke’s benefit. Cameron smirked and put a hand on Earl’s shoulder, “Relax sheriff. You’re about to get your name in the papers.” Veronica couldn’t help but shake her head, something was wrong here. 

As the white double doors swung inward, V took in the scene and was enthralled. Joseph was standing at the front of the church delivering a sermon, “Something is coming… you can feel it can’t you? We are creeping towards the edge, and there will be a reckoning. Because we know what happens next; they will come for us… to take from us. Take our guns, take our freedom, take our faith. We will not let them!” The church patrons were captured by his presence, hanging on every word. 

The deputy, marshal, and sheriff made their way to the platform Joseph stood on. White candles surrounded him, casting a holy glow on his features. “We will not let their greed, their morality, or their depravity hurt us anymore!” The preacher’s voice grew as Marshal Burke reached him and held the paper warrant aloft. Whitehorse murmured “Goddammit…” and Cameron said forcefully “Joseph Seed, we have here a warrant for your arrest, under suspicion of kidnapping with intent to harm. I’m gonna need you to step down with your hands where I can see them, and come with us.” Veronica noticed three figures she hadn’t seen practically melting out of the shadows to stand behind The Father.

“Here they are, the locusts in our garden. They’ve come to take me from you, to destroy all we’ve built!” The peggies started to converge around Joseph, their voices joining together as they objected. He parted through them, his calm demeanor quieting their shouts. “We knew they would come. This is what we’ve prepared for. Go…” He sent them off and came to stand in front of the pews, raising his hands up. “I saw the lamb of the first seal and I heard the noise as if of thunder as one of four beasts sang ‘Come, see’-”

Cameron cut him off, “Step forward!” Joseph stepped closer- undertered from preaching, “And I saw and behold, it was a white horse... and Hell followed with him.” He finished while looking from Earl to Ronnie and finally holding out his hands, a worn brown rosary dangled from his wrist. “Rook, cuff this son of a bitch.” Burke growled. 

V stepped forward, about to pull out her cuffs when the people behind him caught her eye once more. She recognised them to be his family. From right to left; there was a gruff looking man with scar tissue climbing up his side, next to him a beautiful young woman wearing no shoes and a lacey, floral dress. Veronica’s gaze lingered on her a moment before she took in the last figure- a tall man wearing an expensive looking duster. His piercing stare found hers and she felt as though he was seeing straight into her soul. Ice filled her veins and she froze in place, suddenly feeling like a gazelle who had just realised the lion was upon her but only when it was already too late. There was so much animosity in the man’s eyes, like he hated her for even thinking of taking his brother. 

“Earth to Veronica.” Burke’s annoyed voice snapped her from the trance she was in, causing her to shiver before finally producing the cuffs. The metal clinked around Joseph’s small wrists, and right as she was about to secure the second ring, he turned his hand to grip her wrist tightly and V looked into his eyes. “God will not let you take me.” He said calmly without an ounce of doubt. “Good thing God doesn’t get to decide in the end.” She retorted before shaking off his hand and slapping the final cuff on with a resounding click.  

As they walked out the church doors with Joseph in cuffs, armed peggies started to surround them. “Back up!” Hudson yelled, taking lead. Burke pushed a woman down when she got too close, and the crowd became more riled up, closing in as they walked to the helicopter. Soon, they started throwing rocks at the group and screaming, trying to defend their Father. The whole time Joseph stayed eerily silent, even as they were getting into the copter. Pratt fired off a few warning shots to the cultists that were trying to mob the vehicle, Veronica and Burke pushed a few of them from the copter as they gained height, yet the peggies continued trying to swarm them.

One of the cultists did something, because the helicopter went into a tailspin, and the engine sputtered. Joseph looked skyward and began singing Amazing Grace, his tone calm despite the chaos. They made impact with a tree, then another and everyone but Joseph was screaming, their lives flashing before their eyes. Upon impact, the whole world cut out and everything was black.

Veronica’s eyes opened, and the world spun in streamers of color. Nancy’s frantic voice could be heard over the ringing in her ears, she was yelling into the helicopter’s headphones. She looked around and saw Burke across from her, dangling by his seatbelt, Earl was next to him, doubled over; and Joey was to her right. She tried to take in a deep breath and sputtered on thick smoke that was no doubt coming from the engine. Before V could swing forward and grab the headset to alert Nancy, she was pushed lightly back into her seat by a battered Joseph Seed. He smiled at her softly, grabbing the headset on his own while maintaining eye contact. “I told you that God wouldn’t let you take me…” He murmured soothingly. “We’ll see about that…” Veronica persisted. He shook his head and spoke into the headset mic, “Dispatch? Everything is just fine here. Call no one.” Veronica scoffed, ‘Surely Nancy will know something is wrong-’ The thought began to cross her mind before she heard her last hope’s response: “Yes, Father. Praise be to you.” Her mouth dropped open in shock and horror, watching the man she came to apprehend smirk before whispering “No one is coming to save you.” 

He climbed from the wreckage and met a handful of his flock, reassuring them in a hushed tone. V started to struggle against her seatbelt, which was stuck fast. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..” She muttered and beat at the clip. Her companions began to wake and she turned to see Joseph standing on the hood of a car, his hands raised as he delivered an impromptu sermon, “The first seal is broken… now we must take what we need, for this world will be no more. We must stop all those that stand in our way- including these harbingers of doom. Begin the reaping!” He screamed the last sentence into the night air, his followers cheering. 

They swarmed the copter for the second time that night, Veronica, Joey, and the others squirmed trying to get free. Hudson freed herself finally, only to be savagely pulled from the wreckage kicking and screaming. “Joey!” Veronica yelled, reaching after her only to just miss her hand. More peggies ran over and were about to reach in, when a ring of flames surrounded them instead. “Fuck!” V exclaimed, pulling frantically at her seatbelt. Burke was able to free himself and dash out of the small opening in the wall of fire. Heat was searing her skin and desperation made her claw at the restraint harder and harder, finally the belt snapped and she tumbled forward to what used to be the roof of the vehicle. Ronnie caught herself just barely and found herself sprinting away into the foreboding woods. 

Branches whipped at her face, scratching her cheeks and forcing her to hold her hands out in front of her. Not far behind, the men who hunted her yelled, “She’s escaping! Grab her!” Emotions overwhelmed her; panic, fear, anger, confusion. “Goddammit give me a break!” She huffed, breath ragged from sprinting. She spotted a soft light in the distance, a campfire. V ducked behind a thick tree trunk- whipping her head around in both directions wildly, adrenaline and fear coursing through her. The angry voices were distant enough for her to turn and survey the campsite. 

There were two lawn chairs on either side of the fire, and a cabin beyond that. One of the cultists patrolled the perimeter, both hands on his handgun. She caught sight of a sizable branch in front of the fire, and knew what she had to do. Ronnie crept forward on the balls of her feet, trying to avoid any stray twigs as she made her way to the branch. Finally she was there, taking the worn wood in her hands and feeling the weight of it. ‘This should do..’ She thought with a grim look. The deputy continued forward, waiting for just the right moment to slip behind the guard. Veronica gripped the bat harder and was about to swing when the guard turned around, surprise on his features. She wasted no time slamming the branch down on his head with a crack as he turned his gun towards her. The first blow slowed him- and for good measure she delivered the finishing blow. Through the branch, she could feel his skull give and an initial spray of blood shot from the wound, flecking V’s face in red freckles. She gasped and looked down to see his body twitch twice more before stilling, his heart steadily pumping out his life force.

Veronica felt cold as she watched the light drain from his eyes, shock starting to take over. She’d never actually killed anyone before. The world faded back piece by piece as she grabbed the man’s gun, and more screams came from the woods. She had to keep moving. A small drop off into the woods was her escape, and she crouched in the ferns on the woodland floor. There was another fire in the distance, and her enemies were scouring the area for her and Burke. 

Suddenly- her radio crackled, causing her to jump and grab it from her belt to muffle the speaker. “Hello? Hello.. it’s Burke… I think I lost them.. I see a trailer ahead across a bridge and I’m going to try to get inside. If anyone is still alive, if anyone is out there...” The signal was lost and it cut out. “Well I guess that’s where I’m going.” V sighed, and started slowly making her way through the woods. She passed the second fire, narrowly avoiding detection by two guards standing there. From there, she ascended a small hill that led to the bridge the marshal had mentioned. It creaked as she took to the wooden planks, practically crawling her way to the other end. When she got there, a white trailer with a green roof stoof in front of her. There were steps leading up to the back door which she pushed open cautiously, eyes darting side to side straining to catch any movement in the darkened abode. 

As soon as she cleared the door Burke was to her left, hands out and ready to attack. Veronica grabbed his arms, stopping him in midair before he regonised her. “Oh my god, Rook… you’re alive!” He cried with relief. “Yeah, no thanks to you, asshole. You left me to die back there!” She scoffed, glaring daggers at him. “I… It was just fight or flight, I was-” He struggled to defend himself.

“It doesn’t matter. Whitehorse told you this was a bad idea, this is your fault no matter what you have to say.” Ronnie cut him off, pointing an accusatory finger at him. When he had no retort she continued, “Now we have to find a way out of this shit show, and to rescue the others. Did you have a plan?” Burke sighed, walking further into the trailer, motioning for her to follow. The walls were wood panelled, and words were scratched into most of the walls; ‘The Father’, ‘Walk the path’, along with other mantras and bible verses. Pictures were also posted all over the spots that had no words. They all depicted the members of the Seed family in various poses and situations. One such picture was a framed portrait of all of them, Cameron grabbed this and stared into their eyes. He looked haunted. 

“The plan is to put all of these fuckers in jail. No matter what it takes.” He gathered himself before tossing it on the table and going to point out of one of the front windows. “To get out of here, I was thinking I could try to hotwire that truck, unless the keys are in it. It’s probably only a couple hours back to Missoula, then we’re gonna come back here with the National fucking Guard, and take care of these lunatics.” 

“Fine, let’s just get out of here before-” Veronica was cut off by a shot ringing out, and one of the windows behind her shattering into a spray of glass. “They’re in there!” Screamed a man, and more shots were fired at the trailer. “These guys just don’t give up!” She exclaimed, exasperated. Burke took shelter against one of the walls, pulling out his gun to fend off the attackers. V scanned the room and found a gun mounted on the wall, she grabbed it and cocked it before crouching under the shattered window, sitting up to aim outside. There were four peggies firing at them. She took aim at the first, shooting him square in the chest and knocking him to the ground. Burke took out one on the other side then turned to say “Cover me! I’m gonna go get that truck started!” Veronica nodded curtly before turning to shoot out the window twice more. 

Even more cultists were arriving at the scene and taking up arms, it seemed almost hopeless. V fired shot after shot, taking out as many as she could until she finally heard the sweet roar of an engine, and Cameron shouted for her to join him in the truck. “Finally, fuck!” She gasped, dashing from the trailer and ripping open the door to the vehicle. “Let’s fucking go!” He yelled while she slammed the door and immediately leaned out of the window to shoot at the peggies behind them. Burke careened down the simple dirt road, Veronica shooting at their enemies as they approached a chain link fence and busted through the gate with no problem, then they were crossing a bridge to the main road. 

Burke was gasping, close to panic, while V just felt numb. ‘Shock must be setting in, great.’ She thought distantly. “God, I had no idea Rook. I didn’t know how bad it was, how right Whitehorse was… I wish we’d never served that warrant.” He rambled, glancing between the deputy and the road. “It’s too late for wishes, Burke… they’ve got the road blocked!” She exclaimed at the sight before her; peggies had their trucks and sawhorses blocking off the next section of street. She lifted her gun once more, shooting at them while Cameron swerved wildly to avoid the obstacles. One of the cultists to their right set off a flare, letting the rest of them know where they were. 

The pair crashed through another barricade, and Ronnie kept shooting at the people pursuing them that were in an identical looking truck. “We aren’t losing them marshal!” She shouted. “Alright, I guess we gotta try something else.” He huffed before taking the truck off road, almost going airborne as they crashed through a wooden fence. Blinding headlights were blazing behind them as more and more peggies joined the chase. Veronica happened to glance in the bed, and spotted some red sticks. “Oh fuck yeah.” She chuckled, reaching out of the window and grabbing a stick before producing her simple purple lighter that had miraculously stayed in her pocket. She lit the fuse on the dynamite, squinting her eyes as the cord came to life and the flame hissed. V chucked it at one of the trucks behind them, causing a loud boom and fire bloomed from the wreckage. “Shit! That’s pretty satisfying.” She commented, turning to Burke who still looked too scared to be impressed. 

After lighting a couple more sticks and tossing them out, causing some major chaos, they found themselves about to go under an overpass. Right before they passed underneath, a sleek white plane flew out of the clouds and began shooting at them, hitting some green crates on the side of the road only for them to explode. Keying into this as they finally passed under the bridge, she fired quickly at the crates scattered around an upcoming roadblock, sending people flying in every direction. “A plane, are you kidding me?” Burke yelled and pounded a fist against the wheel.

A gargantuan bridge waited on the other side of the roadblock, there was a sign mounted near the top that read ‘Henbane River Bridge’. As they raced across, Cameron took a deep breath before saying “Home free, after this we are home free!” Veronica wasn’t so sure as more planes swooped overhead, and suddenly a high-pitched whistling could be heard getting closer and closer, before V yelled “Bomb!!” and orange flames whooshed across the bridge, enveloping their truck and sending them tumbling into the river below. 

The vehicle was in a freefall with chunks of concrete, the river’s waters rushing up to meet them. Neither of them had time to say anything before they made impact. Veronica was incapacitated for a moment and when her eyes opened they were underwater, trapped once again. She saw Burke across from her pounding on the window, shattering it on his third try and swimming up to the top, leaving her to drown. Ronnie gathered together her last bits of energy, slamming her elbow into the passenger side window until it finally broke, and she maneuvered her way from the descending car. Her arms flailed as her lungs screamed, daring her to take a breath before breaching the surface, and then it went black. 

Not too long later, her eyes snapped open and she grasped at the wet silt underneath her, she was on the shore. On the bridge there were countless flashlights casted down upon the water, looking for her. She heard Marshal Burke yelling off in the distance, and saw a group of peggies pulling him away as he shouted “I am a federal marshal! You can’t do this!” Veronica tried to get the will to get up and run, knowing she was next; but her muscles screamed with exhaustion and wouldn’t cooperate. She was able to lift herself to crawl maybe a foot before collapsing once more, staring up at the sky and trying to accept that this was the end. 

A figure came into her field of vision and the barrel of a shotgun was dangerously close to her head, she didn’t even have the energy to protest as the person lifted her over their shoulder with a grunt, and began carrying her through the woods. Her vision faded in and out, allowing her to see them pass by a radio tower and then a cabin, only to walk down some metal stairs. Then she could fight no more; and everything went black.