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Your fics are amazing! Would you ever write about König?

𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐃 — 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆

synopsis : rumours of an elite soldier have the base reeling. murmurings of 'monster' and 'freak'. what happens when you come face to face with the beast, only to find he's nothing like the whispers cautioned?

pairing : könig x f!reader

warnings : 18+ mdni. war, violence, graphic gory imagery, self-conscious könig baby, little bit of hand kink, basic bitch smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, size kink, tight fit, sugar-sweet teeth rotting smut. this feels so basic… but I was struggling. please note, kilgore is a name previously linked to könig. I have used it as a codename 🙂

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Warfare training preps for the inevitable—those moments you need to fire a weapon and how to camouflage and navigate enemy territory without detection. These inescapable horrors are 'another day in the office' by the time you enter the field, the prickling chill of fear driven out of your system. Whistling RPGs are not dissimilar to the scream of your Drill Sergeant's commands, the cold, hard ground of a dilapidated building no more uncomfortable than the standard-issue barracks mattress you would ease your wearing bones into after training. 

Fear, beaten out of each man and woman that slipped on the uniform, held no commonplace in the military. Weapons, the call to war, brutality and sirens did little to raise the blood pressure. 

Whispers held far more weight and struck unease into the hearts of even the most desensitised of fighters. 

It was inarguable that each military in every country, at any time, had its own 'boogeyman'. Notorious fighters with absurdly large kill counts consisting of three digits that inevitably earned a bounty for their head, funded by the enemy—elite warriors who acquired a legendary reputation that ultimately became horror stories. The Ghost of Kyiv, The American Sniper Chris Kyle. These military cryptids kept their enemies awake at night, baying for blood and begging for the piles of bodies they left behind to stop growing. 

After years in the SAS, you were beginning to think that there was no such thing. Each soldier was prolific, brutally efficient and inarguably the best of the elite forces. It was only upon entering Task Force 141, a genuinely mean feat, that you began to hear the unshunnable, hushed whispers of Kilgore. 

“Did you hear about Berlin?” 

“Kilgore? Yeah, heard he blew away a whole Al-Qatala cell.”

“Twelve of ‘em. The hostages were traumatised.”

These mumblings had persisted for months, consistently updated with crazy tales of whole garrisons blown to smitheries by this massacre-happy hulking mass of pure military precision. You, like the rest of 141, elected to ignore the gossip. This was a battlefield, filled with elite soldiers, not a school playground. 

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Austrian mud splatters your camo-clad shins as you sprint through the forest terrain, your heart lurching in your chest as your rain-soaked fingers almost fumble your gun to the sodden ground. It’s freezing cold, the gush of rain edging on a flurry of sleet as lightning cracks above your head. Clothes soaked through, the moisture and icy wind form something of a ‘Pact of Steel’, working together to deep freeze the marrow of your bones. 

As you slip in the mud again, heel skidding across the slick soil, you realise how dire the situation truly is. Separated from 141 during the firefight, you’d navigated north. You continued running for the safe house once discovering your coms had been dispatched by a stray bullet— that certainly would have ripped through your heart and dispatched you instantly if not for the layers of plastic settled over it. 

Thunder rumbles in the clouds above, the boom reminiscent of a distant air strike. Slurried earth gives way beneath your feet as you push on. Exhaustion gnaws at your joints as you scramble for safety, bested only by the adrenaline that buzzed in your ear like a vicious drill sergeant. “Move it! Do you wanna die?! Well fucking move!” 

You can hear their boots in the mud, the advancing Al-Qatala mercenaries chasing after you and shooting blindly at your heels, competing with the distance and dense foliage. You’re like an injured fox, feverish bloodhounds nipping at the end of your tail— what could they do with an SAS hostage? How much leverage would it buy? 

Bullets whistle by your feet, the proximity of some enough to set your hair on end. They’re closing in, jowls dripping with slobber as they attempt to close their teeth around you. Just a little mor—

Crack. 

Chaos erupts behind you, the thump of a body and a flurry of shouts. Panicked voices overlay each other in different languages, Urzik and Persian. You scramble for cover behind a treetrunk, the bark cutting at your palms as you brace for incoming fire. 

"Kilgore!" Someone shouts, and your blood runs cold, eyes wide as they dart around the foliage for the legendary soldier. The whizzing of high-powered bullets persists, dropping Al-Qatala mercenaries into the mud beneath them. You hear the yelled orders, Urzik fighters urged to retreat.

You're unsure if one fails to hear the directive over the din of warfare, but you hear the advancing feet of the mercenary advancing on your position—the squelch of the mud beneath the rubber sole of his combat boots. You scramble with your weapon, checking the gun's safety and readying for a one-shot shoot-out. 

When a bullet shreds through a victim's head, the sound is reminiscent of a watermelon being cracked open. It's a sickening crunch. A wet spray of warm blood cuts through the downpour of rain, splattering across your face. Some of it is solid, brain matter and shards of cranium. 

It's not silent by any means. The rain continues to beat against the floor, pattering in the puddles that had formed in sole-shaped prints in the soaked earth. Cracks of thunder sound in the distance, and the droplets drum against the leaves in the forest's canopy. However, the sounds of the firefight cease. 

"You can come out," a voice calls to you. Accented; Germanic. You hesitate for a moment, once again strengthening your grip on the gun you'd clung to. Your lungs strain with the sudden intake of breath, ribs crushed beneath your tac-vest. "Ghost sent me." 

Easing your head out from behind the tree trunk, you marvel, somewhat horrified, at the gigantic, hulking build of the man who stood in the clearing. Fallen enemy combatants surround him, a blanket of corpses draped across the turbid forest floor. A black veil covers his face, and his equipment litters his tac-vest. 

You'd be lying if you said you were unperturbed by the sight. Instead, fear lurches in the pit of your stomach, and you freeze in place. It's only when your eyes catch the crystal white slicing through crimson on the patch sewn into his shoulder that the airy voice, which certainly doesn't match his enormous frame, brings you a sense of safety. 

"The safe house is ahead. We could get you warm–– clean you up?"

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Staring into the bubbling pan of water settled over the small fire, you relish in the warmth that creeps across your chilled body. Still, you're soaked, the damp clinging to the threads of your clothes. The scent of iron still assaults your nose, the water that you pick off the fire cautiously heated enough to scrub the blood from your face. 

Kilgore, who informed you upon entering the safehouse preferred to be called by his name König, had seated himself in the corner of the large, relatively empty room. He looked ridiculous like this, attempting to compact his body into the crevice. You don't doubt it's an attempt to ease the nervous energy bleeding through your pores, your hands trembling as you attempt to dip the rag he had gifted you into the hot water. 

"Did..." You swallow thickly, glancing up at the Austrian, "Did you tell the Lieutenant where we are?" 

"Mhm-hm," he nods slowly, his jade eyes watching you from beneath the face veil. They're sharp and bright, contrasting so strongly against his uniform's muted and inky shades. "He's planning evac." 

You scrub the gore from your face, wincing as you feel the shards of bone scrape across your face. König's eyes bore into you from the other side of the room, watching you struggle to remove what was left of the grime the rain had failed to wash away. 

"I've-... Heard a lot about you," you speak to him, attempting to cross the vast space he had consciously put between you. His green eyes gaze at you, unblinking as he watches your expression. König is trying to read you, trying to comprehend how you feel. He's cautious, trying not to push you outside of your comfort zone. 

"About Berlin?" He asks, and his voice is so soft that it reminds you of a child attempting to speak after being reprimanded by their parents–– wary of a second bout of raised voices. 

"Yes," you mumble, dipping the crimson rag into the water before laying it across your skin again, "About Berlin." 

König hums softly, casting his eyes to the aged, wooden floorboards. The woodlice have chewed through them, moss growing in some parts. You can see he appears uncomfortable, his knuckles white from the fists that form in his lap. 

"I didn't mean to scare anyone," König admits in a whisper, catching you off guard. His shoulders sag slightly, and you see him pick at loose threads in the knees of his camo trousers. 

"N-No... I meant to say how courageous it was," you point out, watching his fidgeting hands still suddenly, "You risked your life for those hostages... saved them singlehandedly. No one else would have done that." 

Hesitant silence settles between you both, König considering your words carefully as he stares at his lap. You can't see his face, the veil concealing all but his eyes, though you're almost sure he's stunned by your comment. It takes him a moment to discern his next step, but he finally lifts his body from the wooden chair he'd pulled into the corner. It creaks with the shift in weight distribution, floorboards straining as he walks across the space towards you. 

"You also saved me," you point out, watching him kneel before you, "Faced a whole cell..."

König steals your words from your mouth when his huge hand settles around the bloodied rag in your palm. He doesn't speak at; first, silence hanging between you once again as he dips the cloth into the water. Then, he soaks it until it drips, droplets pinging off the surface, and wrings it out. His dorsal muscles ripple beneath the backs of his palm, veins a ballpoint colour and standing out against his pale skin. 

"Ghost asked me to," he mumbles, carefully holding the damp fabric and slowly reaching for your face. He gives you time to pull away–– you don't. 

"You could have ignored him," you whisper, suddenly breathless with this proximity. He still towers over you, even balanced on his knees, head and shoulders slumped over you. You can see the ocean green of his eyes clearly, the halo of brown flecks that cover the circumference of his pupil. His eyelashes flutter when he blinks, so pretty and oddly feminine. 

The pressure of the cloth against your skull is so delicate. König appears to be afraid of hurting you, gently brushing away the flecks of blood in your hairline. He shakes his head gently, considering your kind words. "What kind of man would I be, Leibchen?" his voice is airy, tone flimsy.

Those stunning eyes take a moment to gaze into yours, searching for your answer. Instead, all you manage is a weak shrug. 

"Were... Are they afraid of you?" You whisper to him, struggling to find the words to broach a topic that appears to affect König so profoundly. It's his turn to answer wordlessly, offering an equally frail nod. 

König takes your chin ever so gently in his hand, his palm almost eclipsing the lower half of your face, and turns your head in search of further blood-spatter. He sweeps the makeshift face-cloth over your skin, focusing on removing the grime altogether. 

You'd heard the cruel rumours, the whispers of 'monster' and 'freak'. This König you'd met couldn't possibly be the same they uttered about maliciously. He held a child-like kindness, the brutality of the job seemingly doing little to chip away at his humanity. The same couldn't be said about the others. 

"König," you whisper his name softly, watching as he continues to focus on clearing up your skin. His soothing touch smoothes across your temple now, removing some mud speckles. "Don't listen to them."

You can see his eyes soften, once again turning to yours as you reach to fiddle with the edge of his veil. Upon tracing the border between the pads of your thumb and forefinger, you find that it's t-shirt material, the zigzag seam stitching rough against your touch like barbed wire. "They haven't seen you like I have." 

Those eyes gleam with amusement, little crows-feet creases forming in the corners. He's smiling, and your heart stutters against your chest. 

"That right, Leibchen? I've had a mask on this whole time."

The gentle teasing lilt to his tone makes you lightheaded, urging you forward with your frankly ridiculous plan. You begin to lift the edge of his veil upwards. You take it slowly, his pupils dancing across the bare skin of your face as you reveal the point of his chin. His skin is equally as pale there, barely exposed to sunlight.

König doesn't stop you as you continue to lift the fabric from his face, exposing the curve of his lower lip. The skin there is soft and plush, little creases in the flesh making your heart thud awkwardly against your ribs. Finally, you stop at his cupid's bow, so soft and subtle it's barely there at all. 

You can feel his gaze warming your skin as you trace his lips with your eyes. Hesitation holds you still, uncertain about the final step of this stupid plan. König, as ever, doesn't push you. Doesn't even breathe. When you lean forward, the tip of your nose brushing his own that still lay beneath the cloth, you hear a sharp yet gentle inhalation. It triggers goosebumps across your forearms, butterflies battering the pit of your stomach. 

Soft. His lips are so soft when you mould your own to their shape. König's veil tickles the skin of your face when you kiss him, and you feel his gigantic hands settle on either side of your neck as he begins to return your affections. They swallow you, and your pulse leaps against his palm. 

König smiles, and the kiss turns toothy and a little lopsided. You can't help but giggle nervously, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw as he presses gentle pecks to the edge of your mouth. Despite his massive, intimidating frame, each action is deliberate and soft. 

"... Are your clothes still wet, Schatz?" He's breathless despite his seemingly put-together appearance, his nose bumping yours as he interrupts your answer for another fragile kiss. "We could get you out of them." 

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Your standard-issue military t-shirt slips and falls from the cot's mattress as König gently pulls your hips towards the edge. His fingerprints have already bruised into your thighs despite his attempts to be gentle. When he'd begun to panic, you told him not to worry–– he'd already bruised up your neck with his teeth and lips; what was a couple more?

Butterflying your legs out for him, König groans softly as you expose your glistening cunt for him. You're shy, covering your face with your hands as his fingers massage the soft, malleable flesh of the inside of your thighs. 

"Schatz," he whispers, and you peer through the gaps of your fingers. König gazes down between your legs, green eyes gleaming as he positions his cock between your folds. "So beautiful." 

It's ridiculous, you think, staring down between your legs. König is huge in every sense, the shaft of his cock thick and veiny and drowning out the seam of your sex as König shifts his hips forward to swipe the length of him across your weeping cunt. You can't help your mind running away with itself–– surely he needed a weapons license to carry that thing-?

A weak chuckle sounds above you, and you crane your neck to catch his eye. "I will take it slow, Schatz, I promise you."

You believe him. He had been so delicate with you this whole time, laying you down gently on the bed, careful when removing your gear and your clothes not to let the material snag on your nose or chin. 

König's hand disappears beneath the face veil, spitting into his palm before he smoothes it over the head of his cock. He groans, eyelids fluttering beneath the mask as he drags his hand over the length. It's a pretty sight, you think, such a colossal man shuddering in bliss. When he sweeps his cock through your folds again, he carefully taps the tip of his dick against your clit to illicit a whimper. 

"Mhmm, gentle. I promise you," he repeats, inching the tip of his cock down until it settles at your entrance. The soles of your feet find purchase on König's hips, and he massages your calves gently as he begins to inch into you at your nod of approval. 

Oh, Christ. 

König stretches you the moment he sinks inside. There's a delicious burn, one that has you lifting your hips with a whimper as you equally try to escape and dive into it. He's wheezing, eyes glued to where your bodies meet as he watches you flutter around his size. 

"Ha-So tight, Schatz," he groans loudly, stopping when you firmly grip the bedsheets. He notes your expression of slight pain, the tears welling in your eyes as your body attempts to accommodate the intrusion. König seemingly can't help the flurry of apologies that fall from his mouth as he leans over you, settling his thumb against your clit in an attempt to ease you open. "Here. I want you to feel good, Engel." 

The tremors in your thighs rattle against his hips as he circles your clit slowly. It's blissful, the sticky, warm arousal that blooms through your abdomen as he teases at the sensitive nerves. You arch your back against the mattress, moaning out his name breathlessly as he continues to inch his cock further into you. You barely notice when he finally settles the rest of him inside, wailing softly when it twitches and knocks something earthshattering inside you. 

"O-Oh fuck––" you choke on your curse when König shifts his hips forward, jutting into your cervix and winding you suddenly. You probably look ridiculous, eyes rolling back into your skull as you claw at the vast expanse of his chest. You drag pink lines down the pale skin, drawing blood to the surface, but it does little to phase König this far along.  

"Good, Liebling?" He murmurs, continuing to assault your clit. You can barely form a coherent sentence in response, drooling around a string of 'yes, yes, yes'. It's all he needs to find comfort in advancing, easing the length of him out of your weeping cunt before driving it back in at an achingly slow pace. 

You want to slam your fist against his pectorals and insist he go faster, but you're not sure you're ready for it when he slides into you balls deep. It's as though he's settling among your lungs, filling you so good that you're seeing static in your line of vision. 

The sound of a desperate groan from above barely brings you back down to earth, noting how he's staring at your face. His pupils are blown wide, almost devouring the green of his irises. It takes you a moment to realise you're drooling, his slow and steady pace already pushing you to a mindless edge. 

"Oh-" you moan, digging your nails into his abs. They ripple beneath your touch with each deliberate thrust, and König hisses at the sharp sting and the crescent moon indents they leave behind. "F-Fuck, König- Too much-!"

"It's too much?" He wheezes, eyes searching your face. You desperately shake your head, terrified he'll pull away from you despite the inching arousal building at the base of your spine. Wrapping your legs around his hips, your heels press into the small of his back and hook him in place despite your protests. 

It sparks something feral in the hulking man, his hips surging forwards and jolting you up the mattress. Your breath escapes you in a squeak, arousal soaring and buzzing thickly in your abdomen as König mumbles in German, his soft voice coming out all gritty under the strain of his exertions and bliss. 

"Mhmmm- fuck-" you babble, eyes rolling again as you lift your hips to meet his. He sinks impossibly deeper, and your breath stutters as you feel the telltale tug of your orgasm. "Oh God- König, I'm-"

"Tell me," König whispers, rutting up inside you. He doesn't bother to inch out of you now, repeatedly battering so deep inside you that you struggle to inhale as your orgasm approaches fast. 

"Hngngg- hah-ah- I'mgonna- c-cum-" you choke with each sudden thrust, his thumb quickening its pace against your arcing clit. Perhaps he shifts his hips slightly or reaches even deeper than before, but he brushes against something utterly debilitating, and you cum with a loud shriek of his name. 

It bursts through you with blistering heat, your fingernails sinking deep into the curves of his bicep as you brace against the waves of bliss that crash over you. König keeps fucking into you, your walls squeezing tight around him as his thumb persists in its assault on your throbbing clit. Tears stream down your face, and König can't hold on much longer as you strangle his cock. 

"Hah-Shit-" he slurs, his voice barely reaching your ears as he buries himself as deep as you can take him. He cums with a haggard moan, body trembling as his cock spurts inside of you. There's so much of it, too, leaking out of you before he even manages to move. 

Both of you take a moment, both stunned by the overwhelming ecstasy. König doesn't bother withdrawing from your heat as he slumps beside you, turning you on your side to face him. He offers no words, burying his face into the crook of your neck and holding you tightly. 

Your chest heaves as you suck in oxygen, skin prickling with heat as König encases you in his massive arms. You don't need the sheets, his body-heat burning hot beside you as you press your skin to his.

No words need to be said, you think. König had offered his feelings in the form of his reverent touches and delivered his thanks for your kindness in the delicate kisses he'd pressed to your lips as he carried you into the bedroom. 

As you lay in the dark, settled into König's side, you trace your fingers over the curved scars, the bulletholes that have healed over against his ribs. They rise and fall beneath your touch, lungs expanding and deflating with each breath. It's a sobering moment, the thrumming of his pulse against your palm reminding you of his humanity despite the whispers at the base that had insisted upon his bestiality. 

You realise those who speak cruelly of him and ruin his self-worth don't understand their impact. To them, he's a cryptid–– his very existence called into question. They hadn't seen him with their own eyes, only heard the mind-boggling tales of his startlingly impressive missions and monstrous size. 

They hadn't felt his heart, the way it fluttered against your touch when you'd offered compliments. Hadn't experienced the soft plush of his lips pressing into your own in heartbreakingly sweet kisses. He was no monster. 

And when Lieutenant Riley came for you the following day, choosing to ignore the marks left on your skin and the way you hesitated before climbing into the helicopter to offer the Austrian a gentle wave and a promise that you would return, you began the mission to rewrite his story. To change hearts and minds.  

It didn't take long at all.

"Did you hear about Kilgore?"

"I did! He saved a member of 141. Incredibly brave–– I heard the situation was dire."

"She spoke very highly of him. Said we could count on him."

"I certainly wouldn't mind fighting alongside someone so dependable and courageous." 

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This post is directed at the transmasculine-presenting, white, late 20s to early 30s individual at 100gecs last night, modest gauges, greasy blue mullet, hot topic x junji ito collection shirt. The one with Tomie. If this is not you STOP reading and scroll past.

I sawyou moshing hard despite the growing puddle of diarrhea in the seat of your oversize digital camo cargo shorts. People tried to push you out of the pit and tell you to go change your clothes but you just kept jumping back in. Flecks of doodoo were beginning to appear on the floor beneath you and people were screaming and scowling and eventually security came and took you away.

I love you. And I need you, emotionally, spiritually and carnally. No need to contact me, I will find you. I am just putting this message out there to tell you that I am going to make myself known to you within the Week and to ask you not to bathe until then.

[honey-riley]

Love You To Death || S.R.

WARNINGS: Military themes, guns, weapons, violence, detailed gore, mentions of Simon's past.

A/N: This contains an OC :) her name is Honey Tailer (my user is after her 🫡), she's German, so I hope you brought your google translate or other translators. There are more descriptors of her in the story itself <3

A/N pt.2: I'm learning German, and for most of the dialog in German, I use a translator. So, if anything is incorrect in German, don't behead me pls.

wc: 5.9k

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War.

That's all that ever ran through him. A traumatized, mean, brooding war machine. Ever since he was little, that's all he could remember. The war within his household, the constant abuse that his father passed around. The constant abuse he endured as a child had profound and lasting effects on him. It shaped his worldview, eroded his sense of self-worth, and left him with deep emotional scars that manifested in his brooding and mean demeanor. The war within his household became the war within himself, and it consumed him every day.

He had never truly felt warmth. Sure, he had happy moments, moments where he could forget the trauma, moments where the gray cloud looming above him would clear. But only for a moment. He was human after all. The impact of his traumatic childhood on his relationships was profound. He struggled to form deep connections with others, always keeping them at arms length, afraid of being hurt again. His fear of vulnerability and his need for control made it difficult for him to trust and open up to others, resulting in a cycle of loneliness and isolation.

Riddling himself with routines, sticking to schedules, running everything in a timely, comfortable manner is what he loves. What he thrived on. It was something that he knew he could rely on. Every morning, he would wake up at the exact same time, following a strict routine that he had meticulously planned out. From the moment he opened his eyes to the moment he closed them again at night, every minute of his day was accounted for. He found solace in the predictability of his schedule, as it provided a sense of control and stability in a chaotic world. His routines became his lifeline, a way for him to regain some semblance of order in his life and protect himself from the unpredictable nature of human interactions.

So, the day that someone broke that routine for him, that was a day that he was going to remember.

Preparing for a mission, he went in with his normal routine - shower, get his gear on, put the mask on, prepare mentally, head to base, scan in, have breakfast, pack his tactical vest, check his gear, clean his weapons, and head out to the chopper by 0400.

This time, when he got to the chopper, there was a new face. Striking green eyes, long black hair that was slicked back into a regulatory military bun, fair skin, and God, was she short. Standing at four feet, eleven inches, just barely meeting the height requirements.

"Lieutenant." Laswell nodded as he approached. "This is Sergeant Honey Tailer, hope you don't mind her joining you today." She added with a smile. Ghost stuck his hand out for Honey to shake, which she accepted, giving him a firm shake back.

He took in her appearance one more time, noting her black, polished boots, her uniform, which wasn't digital camo, but more like spotted camo. She had a German flag on her shoulders and on her tactical vest.

"My pleasure, Lieutenant." She smiled softly, her German accent apparent in her words. It wasn't strong, it was subtle, she sounded like she had been speaking English her entire life - but she hadn't.

"It's great to meet you, Sergeant." He nodded, releasing her hand.

"Honey's going to be your DM for today. She'll provide surveillance, make sure you guys keep your heads." Laswell grinned as she looked over at Honey. DM, or designated marksman, was a good position to be in - a position that they needed in the team.

The team then loaded into the chopper, strapping into their seats. Honey's rifle sat on her chest, the barrel pointing to the tin floor of the chopper as she looked out of the window. She stared off, lost in thought, devising a plan on how she would go about this. It was an in and out mission, quick and easy - if things went according to plan.

Honey would provide recon and examine from a distance, while the team went in, gathering intel, hopefully going undetected, then Soap would plant the bombs, they would all get back onto the chopper, where Soap would detonate them.

"You'll do just fine, kid." Price's gruff voice snapped her out of thought as he patted her on the shoulder. Honey shot him a small, tight lipped, slightly nervous smile. She was used to this kind of stuff, but to work with a team she had never met, find her groove all over again, and to do it in time, was nerve wracking.

"This isn't your first time, right?" Ghost grunted as he looked over at her, his voice deep, almost like a growl.

"No, sir. I've been deployed multiple times." She replied with a nod.

Ghost took that in an almost snooty, stuck up way. Like she was so young, and she had all this experience, and she sounded like she was bragging about it. That irked him.

Instead of saying anything, he stayed quiet, crossing his arms over his chest. To pass the time, Honey put her AirPods in, and turned on some music, letting out a small sigh as she leaned back into her chair.

There was something about her that Ghost didn't find appealing. Something about her annoyed him, but he couldn't tell what it was.

The metallic sound of her ring clanking against her rifle as she tapped her fingers to the beat of the song she was listening to only made his annoyance grow.

"Wha' song are ye listenin' to?" Soap asked, nudging her.

"Oh, Love You To Death by Type O Negative." Honey said, looking over at him with a small smile.

"Damn, gothic stuff." Soap chuckled, cuing Honey to nod. "Yer pal, Ghostie over there loves that kind of music." Soap chuckled, nodding towards Ghost, making him let out a small scoff.

Not only was Honey now annoying him, she also had the same taste in music? That felt like it wasn't going to fly with him for whatever reason. He was already annoyed that his routine had been disrupted, and now, her presence alone annoyed him more.

"Alright, team. We're landing in Verdansk, just to refresh, you are to take out Makarov. He's in a highly guarded area, with plenty of people surrounding him." Laswell said over the comms.

"Copy." Honey replied, letting out a small sigh. She was the one who was tasked with disturbing the hive - taking out Makarov. She had already been filled in on why they needed him dead, and all the other necessary things such as his identity, where he would be at, his rank, what he looked like.

Once the chopper landed Price divided everyone into partners, and one trio. Ghost and Honey were tasked with surveillance. Ghost was Honey's spotter.

'I'm gonna be stuck with this annoying, snooty, stuck up bitch?' Ghost thought to himself. He kept his opinions inward, thankfully. Usually, with new recruits, he was very vocal about his disdain for them. This time, he kept his mouth shut, just wanting to get the mission done quicker.

Honey established a sniper's nest, and laid on the roof of the building opposite of where the team would be infiltrating.

"What's the drag?" Honey whispered, looking through her iron sights, ready to set her rifle up.

"Not a clue." Ghost grunted as he looked through the scope of his own rifle, adjusting accordingly. He did know, he just wanted her to struggle a bit, make her more 'human' in his eyes.

"You're no help." Honey muttered under her breath, looking down her iron sights again. She glanced over at Ghost for a moment, turning to her own rifle, contemplating something.

She deftly reached over, sliding the scope off of his rifle.

'Now she's trying to fuck with my gear?' Ghost scorned in his own mind. He looked over at her, his brows furrowed under his mask before he snatched his scope back, sliding it back on.

"Du erzeugst ein Glitzern." She growled, taking it back off.

"English." Ghost muttered under his breath, starting to get pissed off.

"You're creating a glint. There's people in that building that can see you because of your scope." She growled, looking over at the moon for a second before looking back at him. She subtly lifted her hand, pointing at the opposing building, and indeed, a faint reflection from the scope could be seen if you knew where to look.

He let out an audible scoff, rolling his eyes. He adjusted his rifle, getting used to just using his iron sights.

"It's a 42 meter separation, the wind is blowing south-east. We're facing north-west. The wind is 6 knots. Light breeze." He replied, telling her what she would need to adjust her rifle.

"Any visuals on Makarov?" Laswell said through the comms.

Honey glanced through a pair of binoculars for a second, seeing Makarov working at a table in an empty room, his back turned to the window.

"Positive. Black, short hair, suit, I can't tell how tall he is, but Ghost can verify that it's him." Honey replied through the comms. "It's him, Kate." Ghost muttered into the comms. "Permission to take the shot?" Honey asked Laswell.

"Granted." Laswell replied.

Honey put down the binoculars and Ghost picked them up, ready to watch Honey shoot Makarov.

Honey lined up her shot, calculating the drag, and the possible path that the bullet would take once it hit the glass. Doubt nibbled at the edges of her mind, raising its voice as her finger hovered over the trigger. But she pushed it away, reminding herself of the countless hours of training. She took a deep breath, pulling the rifle tight to her shoulder, holding her breath so that the shot was steady. She loaded her chamber, taking the rifle off of safety, and slowly squeezed the trigger.

Ghost's heart raced. He felt a pang of jealousy, mixed with a swirl of emotions. 'This should've been mine,' He thought, his chest tightening. 'This is my team. What does she think she's doing, muscling in on my territory?' His fists clenched around the binoculars, sweat dripping from his temple.

The bullet shattered through the glass, sending a gory red mist into the air as Makarov's head exploded. Ghost's jaw clenched as his anger bubbled, the realization of what just happened setting in.

Honey laid her rifle down, staying on her stomach as she glanced over to Ghost. She could see the tension in his body, the balaclava clinging to his face with each heavy gasp for air. Unsure of how to respond to Ghost's obvious displeasure, she gave him a small, tight lipped, reassuring smile.

Ghost glared back, his eyes filled with the intensity of his rage. 'She's taken everything from me,' he thought. 'I can't let her win. I can't let her take this from me too.'

In the aftermath, the team sat in stunned silence, their gazes fixed on the lifeless body now sprawled on the floor. The reality of their success hung in the air, a weighty, shared accomplishment that lingered, tainted by Ghost's bitter resentment. This was a man that they had been tracking for years and Honey came in and shot him like it was nothing. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. And God, that smile afterwards pissed him off so much more.

'What the fuck is she doing? This was supposed to be my job. What the hell does she know about shooting?' Ghost fought with himself internally. He hated this. He ha=ted everything about her.

The pair watched as the team infiltrated the room, occasional gunfire sounding through the air. Honey watched as Soap went in, took a laptop and all the needed files, planting a few bombs on his way out.

Honey stood up, grabbing her rifle, unloading the chamber and putting it back onto safety. Ghost stood up as well, grabbing his own rifle, storming his way back down the flight of stairs to the ground floor.

"Ghost." Honey said as she followed him, her rifle slung over her back. He didn't bother waiting for her, or even listening to her. He silently stormed his way back to the chopper, getting in, and buckling himself up.

Honey set their things back where they belonged on the chopper, ensuring that nothing would fall out. There was an awkward silence as they waited for the rest of the team to get back to where the chopper was. Nikolai sat in the cockpit.

"How was the mission? You finally nail him?" Nikolai grinned, his thick Russian accent apparent in his words as he looked back through the door, glancing at Ghost.

"Honey did." Ghost muttered, his fists balled under his biceps as he crossed his arms. "Her shot was just luck." He added, looking outside of the chopper, avoiding eye contact. He knew it was more than luck - it was skill, but he didn’t want to admit it.

Honey winced at his words, looking over at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. She glanced away, keeping her eyes off of him. She had always been doubted. She had worked her entire life for this moment, and the entire time, she had been doubted. She didn't know why it even hurt at this point - she should've expected it. But, she was going to stand up for herself for once - even if it didn't work.

Honey looked at him, her brow furrowing. "Luck?" She asked, her voice slightly hurt. "I took the damn shot, calculated it. I did everything I needed to. And it's just luck? I’ve worked my entire life for this, I’ve worked my ass off. Making sure that I could make a damn shot." She added. Honey wanted to get frustrated, she wanted to argue, but she took a deep breath, keeping her mouth shut.

Ghost's jaw dropped slightly at her response. His glare softened, his unwavering anger faltering for the first time. He didn't know what to say to counter her words, her confidence - and for once, he found himself at a loss.

'All of my years of practicing, honing, just for it to be chalked up to luck? Fuck this guy.' Honey thought to herself, letting out a sigh. She wanted to be on this team, she had worked for it for years. She wanted to be on the top - the best of the best, and this was her chance. She wasn't going to ruin it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the rest of the team getting into the chopper, carrying files, laptops, and USB sticks. Everything that they could get their hands on that could be important, they took.

"Let's watch this puppy blow." Soap chuckled as he buckled into the chopper. Nikolai lifted the chopper off the ground, getting it a distance away before Soap pressed the button, making the entire building explode and collapse in on itself.

Honey watched as the orange and yellow flames licked the air, huge billows of smoke and debris shooting up into the air.

"Christ." Honey murmured, watching the smoke shoot up. The blast wave then hit the chopper, making it sway and vibrate. Nikolai quickly corrected, starting their flight back. The flight back to base was almost silent, everyone processing what had just happened, and why it had happened.

'Why was Honey the one to kill Makarov? Why was this new recruit the one who got to end the man we had fought to kill for years? And why was it so easy for her?' Ghost was furious at the thought of it.

'Why did she get the pleasure? The satisfaction?'

When they got back to base, Ghost just wanted to get his report filled and then think things through in his quarters, but of course, Laswell had other plans.

"You and Honey are bunking together." Laswell said as she opened the door to his quarters. Honey stood behind Laswell, her bag slung on her shoulder as well as a few other things in her hands - two pillows and a blanket.

"What about Soap?" Ghost asked, looking over at the other bed in the room - the bed where Soap slept. That side of the room was blank, Soap moved rooms.

"Soap bunked with Gaz. We don't have another room for Honey, so she's going with you." Laswell said, turning around and walking away. Honey came in quietly, her steps silent.

She placed her things on the bed, avoiding him. She busied herself with the task of getting her things set up - making the bed, putting her things in her dresser and closet.

"There are rules here." Ghost grunted as he watched her, his attention drawn away from his paperwork.

"Keep your shit on your side of the room, keep it clean, keep it neat, and don't talk to me." He added. Honey didn't do anything but nod as she folded her clothes. Pajamas, uniforms, dress uniforms, civilian clothes - they were all put away neatly.

There was something about her, something that kept his attention away from his paperwork. Something that kept him from focusing. Maybe it was the rage towards her, maybe it was the envy - there was something. Something that he hated. Something that Simon despised. Ghost hated it more.

What do we think of the first part, y'all? Do we love it? Hate it? Eh? Lmk what I can work on as well! My ask me is still open :))

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Mäuschen Ch 3.

Chapter three is ready! No smut this time, just plot!

Summary: Waking up, the nightmare of questioning continues... but takes an even worse turn than you could imagine. Word Count: 10,726 Tags: Angst, tension, violence, HUGE WARNING for noncon recording and blackmail 🔞+ STORY Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 4

AO3 linky! Translations at the end of the chapter (not as much foreign language this time but ya know)

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Awaking at an unknown time felt very odd to you. Most times when you awoke, you would instantly turn to pick up your phone from your bedside table, checking if you had time to sleep in or had already slept in too much. But now, all that was beside you was the dark, dingy concrete. It wasn’t a dream. This wasn’t a nightmare. This was all very real.

He was very real.

You peeled your eyes open more, seeing and hearing the fluorescent still as grating on your senses as normal. You slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes and scratching your ratty bed head. You tried stretching your now very cold limbs to try and get your blood flowing, as well as work out any cricks that came out while you were laying on the hard floor. You actually had to do quite a few just to feel normal, feel like you could possibly stand. But then remembering last night... you blushed thinking of it and thought it would be better to stretch your legs out more.

Once you finally felt confident in your body’s ability to function, you slowly got up onto your feet, pulling your comforter up to envelop you and preserve your warmth. As it wafted over your shoulders, you smelled it in the air again. That gunpowder smell, softly mixed pine and soil... as well as a lingering reminder of what you two did... Nothing could get your mind off it. Get your mind off him. ...But you loved it. You couldn’t help the soft smile that sprung on your cheeks as you thought of it all; his loving embrace, caring enough to give you a snack, the absolute bliss you two felt.

Speaking of the snack, you almost went to grab it yourself for your breakfast but... you hadn’t even fully checked your surroundings yet. You had no clue how late it was, if it was late, and if so, if they dropped off their own breakfast for you. You squinted as you tried to adjust to the bright light that hung above, shining on the table. When you did, you did see a small plate with two pieces of toast, uncovered but at least there was one little side of unbranded strawberry jam next to it. And as you approached the table, you noticed something else that startled you much more. A man, right across from the other side, just looking at you as he sat patiently. You jumped, clutching your chest where your heart was as you yelped, “Jesus fucking Christ!”

The man, dressed head to toe in digital green camo, looked up at you nonchalantly, his wrap around shades and mask fully obscuring his face. “My apologies, I did not want to wake you. But they had me bring your breakfast.” His voice was so deep, though he was talking at a normal volume, it boomed at its low frequency. Looking down at his sleeves, you saw a patch of the flag of South Korea, explaining his rather thick accent.

“...O-okay...” You stuttered out, looking at him in confusion as you tried to parse anything about his face. At least König had eyeholes, this guy was a complete blank slate. “Well... I don’t mean to come off as rude but... why are you still here? The last girl that dropped off my food just left as soon as she could.”

“I will also be helping with your interrogation today. It would be best if I stayed here, yes? And also, I’m sure you would like some company.”

You shrugged your shoulders, pulling out your chair to take your seat across from the man. The whole time, watching you behind his sunglasses. Sure, he was right, it was nice to have company at this time but... someone who just sat there, watching you sleep? How long had he been there? And even now he just kept staring at you, unmoving, you barely even saw his chest rise and fall to breathe. You opened up the jam, looking around for any sort of plastic knife. ...Of course they wouldn’t even give you the luxury of that. You tipped the little tub over, crinkling it to get it out on one piece, then using the edge of it to slice the glob in half, transferring it to the other piece. Using the back of it, you spread it as evenly as you could, then carefully licked it clean of the remnants, trying not to cut your tongue on the sharp edges of it. Picking up the piece, you noted how cold it was, but at least toast wasn’t that bad when it went cold. Unlike the baked potato you had last night. Taking your first bite, you looked up and weren’t surprised to see him, still staring, watching silently. For someone keeping you company he certainly was... here.

“So... What’s your name?” You said breaking the silence as you swallowed your food. “Or, I suppose what people call you.” You thought back to König, still unsure if that was just a nickname.

He let out a short laugh, looking to the side before turning back to you. “You can call me Horangi. Everyone else calls me that.”

You tilted your head to the side, looking at him confused as you took another bite. “Is that your actual name? Or would you prefer not to tell me like...” You trailed off, thinking of him, but not wanting to mention him. You felt if you mentioned him a lot, more suspicions would be raised about you two.

It seemed he didn’t notice your strange cut off, instead just answering your question. “Haha... no, it’s just a nickname. I was one of the younger people in my brigade, but since they respected me, they started calling me after the year I was born. Horangi, tiger.”

You nodded, trying to recall the Chinese zodiac. Though the animals came to you easier, recalling the actual years they applied to was different. Last you knew, we were still in the year of the tiger so... 24 years ago. He was 24 years old. You smiled slightly to yourself, proud of yourself being able to deduce it yourself. Taking another bite, he had gone back to just watching you. Well... at least you were putting some effort into being some company. You glanced around the room, avoiding his unfeeling gaze. You were sure he did have some sort of emotion at the time, even if it was just in reaction to being in his own head, thinking silently. You weren’t even sure if he could see you with those dark wrap around glasses.

You finished up your first piece and started on the next. Swallowing that first bite, you look back at him, who was still staring at you, but now had his hands on the table, fingers interlaced. You tilted your head slightly and decided to speak your mind. “You aren’t too talkative, huh?”

He let out a slight chuckle, his gaze finally breaking as he looked slightly off to the side. “Yeah... I tend to just stick to myself. Stay in my own head so to say. My apologies.”

You shrugged your shoulders, taking another bite. “It’s fine. Heh... I don’t blame you for not wanting to talk to people here. I know I don’t.”

He let out a bigger laugh that time, his gaze meeting yours again. “You are not wrong. There are some people here I can at least tolerate for missions. But your case is different. You have to start talking.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, annoyance dripping from your voice as you repeated your words. “I’m trying, okay? They’re just asking questions about my dad and I don’t know anything.”

“I mean... that’s what anyone being questioned would say.” You could practically hear his eyebrow lift at you, doubting you with just his voice.

“And I am being honest.” You shrugged your hands at him over dramatically, like you were presenting yourself as your own form of innocence. He just chuckled again, shallowly shaking his head. You took another bite of your toast, just about finishing this last slice. “I’m doing everything as I’m told, because I do not want to be hurt. And yet I’m still treated like shit.”

He shrugged, making you slightly annoyed at his uncaring gesture. “They don’t care much for anyone, much less hostages like you.” The way his voice dropped, going more cold as he referred to you... You had to bite your tongue and avert your gaze as you glared at the ground. And here you thought he was actually going to be somewhat respectful of you, considering you actually made him laugh a bit.

Finishing your toast off, you pushed the plate to the side. He got up instantly and stiffly, quickly grabbing the plate and walking off to the door. You thought he was finally leaving but instead, he just left it by the empty side of the door. Turning on his heel, he started to walk back over. You looked down at the floor slightly, getting lost in thought as his harsh words lingered in your head. “What’s going to happen once they get all they can from me? ...When I’m no longer of use?”

His pace slowed considerably, looking down at you as he passed you. He even paused, just looking at your sadden posture for a moment before slowly returning to his seat. “I... am not sure. I’ve seen some hostages in my time here, but most times, they are military themselves. Not civilians. It’s... different releasing a fellow soldier back after we get the ransom as opposed to a civilian.”

“So you’re saying you don’t think they thought this through that well?”

You earned yourself another laugh from him. “You could say that. I think they’re just... very focused on the objective they have right now.”

Just as you were about to say something in response, the door behind you opened. You quickly looked behind to see who was entering, Horangi even poking around you, leaning to see. You wondered if he even knew what was really going to happen in terms of questioning, or if he was just backup. First you saw him... him duck under the frame of the door, putting his hand up to hold it as he passed. You smiled slightly to yourself, he seemed like he woke up today quite lighthearted. You were just happy they brought him in to question you again. The way you two talked... let your guards down in front of each other... you had only known each other a day at this point but you were sure he felt the same ease you did anytime you saw him, or even thought of him. But then someone else was hidden behind his large frame. That black balaclava, grey camo gear... the little creep contractor was back and soured your mood a bit. Three people interrogating you... this seemed... excessive. Though König was there for you, you had a really bad feeling about this.

The two of them continued in, König continuing forward and reaching the table while the contractor locked the door behind them. You looked up at König, who immediately couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Even with the bright light shining down and making it hard to see, you could barely make out his soft expression, even just feeling love and ease emanate from him. Though you both still felt slightly more at ease, it was clear you weren’t the only one who was feeling a bit more nervous about this situation, as his fingers started drumming on the table.

He broke his gaze from you, glancing over to his smaller, fellow contractor that was spinning his keys on his finger before putting them away in his pocket, all while making his way over to the table. “Good morning everyone!” He greeted everyone enthusiastically, ignoring the tension that lingered in the room. You glanced over to Horangi, wondering if he could feel it as well. Though the way his head was slightly tilted made you think he was just confused on why he was so enthusiastic. The silence hung in the air as neither of them responded, just looking at him expectantly. He rolled his eyes, gesturing for König to follow him as they went into the corner, both grabbing chairs for themselves. As he came back, he put his right next to Horangi. König followed after, about to set his chair next to his to the side of the table, but before the contractor even sat down, he started to correct him. “No, no, no. You can go ahead and sit on that side.” König looked down at him with much confusion as he pointed to the empty spot next to you, but did as he said, reluctantly tossing his chair to be next to you. You knew he didn’t want to sit next to you so you two could keep up the charade of not knowing each other. But with him being directed to do so... more red flags raised in your head. He looked at the little man, expecting another order, but instead he took a seat, looking up at König and gesturing to his seat. He did as such, sitting in the chair slowly, not breaking eye contact with the man sitting across from him. He spread his legs slightly as he seemed a bit big for the chair, his knees being a bit higher than his hips. He placed his hands on his knees, his left leg moving side to side slowly as he started drumming on it. His gaze looked determined, but he kept looking elsewhere. He was attempting to appear confident and cool, almost like he was trying to intimidate his fellow contractor, but inside his mind was screaming, in a constant flight or fight response as the silence hung in the air.

The man across returned the stare, but was able to hold much more confidently at König, only breaking it to glance at you. “I guess I’ll cut to the chase then,” his heavily accented voice cut through the silence as he took a big sigh. He put both his hands on the table, pushing himself up so he could loom over the table, for once being higher than König as he stared directly at him. “...Do you two take us for fools? Do you two really think a company like Kortac here, are a bunch of fucking idiots?!”

His stern voice immediately made your stomach sink as you shrunk back into your chair. You instantly glanced around the room, trying to avoid his glare as he shifted his gaze to look back and forth between you two. You looked to Horangi across from you, who seemed just as confused and befuddled by this development. Though you could not see his expression, you could see as he switched between looking at the man beside him, then to König, then back to the contractor with a slight head tilt. Looking over at König, you saw his chest rise as his breathing got heavier. His light drumming on his knee turned to a full grip on his camo cargo pants. And most surprising of all, though his face was full of fear, his eyes locked onto the accusatory man. “W-what are you trying to say?” He was truly trying to appear confident but the both of you were scared, confused on what was even going on right now.

“So you really think we’re stupid?” His head cocked to the side as he glared down at König. “You really think just because you can’t see a camera in here, we don't have any?” Instantly, you felt the color drop from your face, both of you glancing at each other at the same time, absolutely petrified. “You think a PMC, like Kortac, would not be able to invest in hidden cameras for our interrogation rooms? Heh... well, the tactic worked, you two thought it was safe. Safe enough to FUCK BEHIND OUR BACKS!”

He slammed his fist on the table, the loud noise plus his yelling startling you extremely. You pulled one of your knees up, keeping your foot on the chair as you sunk further back, trying to shield yourself as instantly you felt attacked. You looked over to König, though you were scared yourself, you instantly worried about him. He was as stiff as a board, not even his chest moving like he had forgotten to breathe. Instead, the grip on his leg got even tighter, his clothes crumpling as his knuckles were white. His gaze averted from the main interrogator to Horangi... who really just seemed to be a backup now, as he seemed surprised too. He had averted his gaze from you two and even from his fellow contractor to look at the floor, his hand up and holding where his mouth would be on his mask.

The silence hung in the air as tensions rose even more. “We saw it all. There is no denying it.” You felt your expression turn more horrified as the revelation dawned on you more. Though fear would normally wash any color from your face, the blood rushed to it as you were both scared and embarrassed. You mirrored Horangi, covering your mouth as it dawned on you more. “...I have to say, even though I am rightly pissed... König... you are the absolute last person I would expect to be able to pull a beauty li-”

His sentence was cut abruptly as König shot up out of his chair, the legs scraping against the concrete, grating to everyone's ears. His hands on the table, switching to gripping that hard as he loomed over his fellow contractor, challenging him directly. When he spoke, his voice was low but almost growling, striking a bit of fear even into you as you saw the way he glared down at him, eyes wide but pupils pinpricks. “Do not. Speak of her. Like. That.”

He wasn’t denying it... he wasn’t even trying to defend himself as he attempted to insult him... he was defending you, immediately. Through all the fear, as your heart raced, you felt it skip a beat in that moment. You looked up at him with care as his gaze did not break from him. You knew deep down inside, his heart was probably racing more than yours. But the fact that he chose to fight for you with his fight or flight response... you felt even more respect and trust in him.

The other man scoffed, looking up at him now. “Sit back down.” König did not break posture, continuing to hover over the man. “Now.” Completely ignoring his orders, he tilted his head slightly. The little move he does... like a hawk looking down at a rodent in a field. You weren’t even sure if he had blinked in a few moments. Just purely challenging him. “...Fine, you vysokiy ublyudok...” He puffed out his nose, speaking in what you assumed was his native language. Shaking his head, he didn’t sit down, instead just staring up at König. “At least you two aren’t putting up a stupid fight and denying it. Saves me from one annoyance at least. Because it is clear as day what I saw... had to sit through nearly two hours of...”

He shook his head again as he trailed off, more horror dawning on you as he was even correct about the time, how long it all was. “Y-you really... saw all...?” you softly and disjointedly asked, feeling more faint as this went on. You thought most of yesterday was a nightmare but this?

He darkly chuckled, shifting his gaze down to you. “That is what I said, is it not? Yes, I saw every little ‘intimate’ moment you two had. Every bit, every position, everything... Even audio. That’s why we had to review it anyway. Had to rewind but then we saw something that should have never happened in the first place. It’s good to know even though he acts big and tough, he's just as much of a whiney bitch in bed.”

“What is the point of all this?” König angrily spit at him, right as he finished his statement. “You caught us, were you expecting to interrogate us? But since you can’t do that now, you’re just taking some sick pleasure in humiliating us, like the fucking pervert you are.” His words cut through the air, and you could tell he was speaking through harshly gritted teeth as he called him out on being a pervert. He gripped the table even harder as his stare intensified.

He scoffed again, squinting as he looked up at the larger man and laughing slightly as he spoke. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you, the one who fucked our hostage. Don’t tell me you also did when you first kidnapped her...” König just stayed completely stiff, looking down at him and shaking his head slightly. The contractor’s face twisted into surprised amusement. “...You really did? Ha! You sick fucking bastard... getting with the hostage that puts out on the first man she see-”

He was cut off again, this time König snatched his wrist, holding it up so it was against his forearm. It caused him to be thrown off balance as he was still leaning on the table. König had to lean over more to counteract this, but could with ease due to his size, making sure he stayed on his feet. “What did I say?!” He growled what he said so loudly, it took you aback, practically coming out as a roar. He glared down at him even more intensely as he finally looked back up at him. “I ought to snap your arm like a fucking twig.”

He laughed exasperatedly, looking up at König with a strangely delighted expression. “Yeah, you should. Then we might be able to get your deviant ass out of this god damn company.”

König’s expression shifted to confusion, his grip loosening slightly, but just enough that his arm could actually be freed, snatching it back to himself. “What do you mean by that? Why aren’t they letting me go for this?”

Though he was still cringing from the pain, you saw his cheek turn up as he smirked under the mask. “No, they aren’t. You two still have a use. A very important use.”

“Spit it out already. I’ve had enough of you talking like you're better than us.”

His smile twisted even more, making a chill run down your spine. “I’m sure you know what blackmail is, yes? Originally we were going to just send your dad some lovely pictures of you in our facility, hoping that once he saw you, he would give up his location so he could save you. But you two... oh, you two provided something better than a photo could ever depict.”

It was as if time stopped. All your limbs felt cold as your blood itself ran cold. “...I-I’m gonna be sick.” You held a hand to your mouth both from shock and from genuinely feeling nauseated at the insinuation. He... They were thinking about blackmailing your dad with... security footage you had no clue about... of you... and him...

You felt so faint and mortified, you were stunned back to reality as you heard his big footstep slam on the ground. He had moved to the side of the table in one step, quickly grabbing the aggressor's uniform by the shoulders and picking him up with ease, lifting him nearly a foot off the ground so they could be eye to eye, but on his level. “You absolute sick fucks... Don’t tell me you’ve already sent it!”

“Hey! Hey! Put me down, idiot!” König did not, instead just glaring at him with much intensity. If looks could kill, this man would have been obliterated. He struggled, kicking his feet to try and loosen the grip, but soon realized that was futile. He looked back at the table, looking over to Horangi. He had been sitting silently this whole time, his hand near his mouth, watching all this unfold before him. “Horangi, help me out! You’re supposed to be my backup here.”

Snapping out of his stunlock, he looked up at the two of them. Looking at the contractor he just shook his head disappointedly, then looked over to König. “L-let’s put him down. I think he has more to say... and he isn’t going to reveal it when you’re threatening him.”

König broke his glare to glance at Horangi. The way he looked down at him, almost with a bit of contempt, it worried you he wouldn’t listen. Looking up at König yourself, you caught him glance at you a moment, seeing his expression soften instantly as he saw your worried but fearful face. Looking back at the contractor, he shook his head as his expression got intense again, before dropping him unceremoniously. He stumbled on his feet for a second from the fall and took a huge breath.

He instantly glared up at König. “You better sit in that fucking chair now, or I will not speak any further. I will let Kortac do the worst things to the both of you if you do not fucking listen! Got it?!” His voice was filled with pure fury as he aggressively pointed at the empty seat next to you. König looked at the chair, looking angry at it as well but then his gaze went up to you. You looked at him, pleading with just your eyes, gesturing with your head for him to sit down as well. You were just as disgusted as him at this revelation, if not, justifiably, you were way more disgusted by this. But you knew you both had to unfortunately comply to this, to play his sick, twisted game. He clearly had more he wanted to reveal but he wanted to make sure König was completely compliant before he did. His expression softened and he looked disappointed for a moment, before nodding slightly and hanging his head down as he sat down reluctantly. The contractor held his chin high, looking down at König with contempt as he sat looking up at him annoyed. “...Good boy.”

“Spit. It. Out.” König couldn’t hide his agitation at him as he spoke through gritted teeth again, having been tired of his smart comments since the very beginning.

“Keep your mouth shut and I will.” He crossed his arms, glaring at König, waiting for another interruption, but not getting it. “...So, we have the recording of you saved. We know any father would do anything to rescue his daughter from such a big, scary man. But also we know that must be soooo embarrassing for you two... even though you should have been embarrassed in the first place. That’s besides the point though, we aren’t evil here at Kortac so we are going to give you a simple choice.” You felt your stomach flip again. The idea of having to make a choice during all of this made your anxiety shoot up even more, and you hadn’t even heard the choices. “There are only two options, don’t worry. Option one is the tape, we get to send that to your dad and you, little miss, are freed from this room. You will still be at this facility but I’m sure someone can let you stay in their room...” He glanced over to König and gave him a slight wink, creeping you out even. “Option two is we don’t send the tape, saving you two from embarrassment, instead just sending him more... wholesome photos of you. But you will be under a 24/7 watch. Even if you need to go to the bathroom, we will send a woman in here to watch. And König will never set foot in this room again. He will be banned from even looking in the fucking window of this room.” 

Your stomach dropped even more, more dread and anxiety and horror setting in as the two options settled in your head. The fact that both of them were equally as awful in your mind... “You are truly one of the most disgusting, detestable groups I’ve come across in my life. And that is saying something...” He gripped the edge of the table, looking in pure fury as it looked like he was about to get up again. You quickly scooted your chair closer to him so you could lean over and grab one of his hands, startling him at the touch as you gently held it. He looked back at you, his expression stunned but soft, softening even more as you felt the tension in his hand relieved to your touch.

“König...” you said his name softly, looking into his eyes. His gaze averted as he got shy again, like a little kid being scolded. “It’s okay... I know and I agree this is absolutely fucking disgusting...” You trailed off slightly, glaring over at the contractor before looking back at him. “But, you need to calm down... or he’s...”

“If you don’t fucking listen to me, König, I will send that fucking tape out and I’ll make sure you never see her again.” He finished your statement for you, proving your point. König looked back at you, his expression sorrowful as he pulled his hand back and then interlaced his fingers with yours, drumming his fingers on your knuckles. He was so nervous, you could even feel small tremors in his hand. And the way his eyes looked at you... you badly wanted to hold him more, lift up that mask and kiss him, comfort him and tell him everything was going to be okay... that you were going to be there for him... You were going to be there for him. The contractor rolled his eyes with a loud exasperated sigh, catching your attention as you noticed him leaning over to look at you two holding hands. “Absolute fucking freaks... stop it! Can you two fucking focus?”

König’s expression switched to annoyance again, looking at him with pure contempt as he slowly and reluctantly pulled his hand from yours. “...Okay? You have my attention.” He looked up at him expectantly, gesturing with his arms wide open, showing his open attention. He responded non-verbally, crossing his arms again and glaring at König’s smart comment. Clearly he didn’t like receiving them himself.

“Well... with that, you have your two choices. However... König, you get no say in this now.” He looked taken aback by that, seeming like he was about to speak before he was interrupted quickly. “You’ve pissed me off too much. Besides... I think it’s more appropriate Y/N gets to choose. After all, it’s her daddy who might have to see her sex tape... or might never meet her wannabe boyfriend.”

He paced slowly around the table to the side you were sitting on, just leaning on it and crossing his arms again, watching you with contempt as he left you in pure silence. Deafening silence. You alone had the choice here... and more anxiety bubbled up as you thought of it. You know König couldn’t help but still you looked over to him, hoping to find comfort in him. He gave you a very sympathetic and concerned look, wanting desperately to care for you, to fully comfort you. But you both knew even holding hands would have him giving you two shit. You found yourself looking at the floor after, feeling like this was all futile. You felt so hopeless, you felt tears start to well up again. Trying to fight them off you glanced up, meeting Horangi as you did. He was still sitting there, silently, his hands clasped and elbows on the table, letting his hands meet where his nose would be. His gaze seemed fixed at the table, not noticing you even had looked at him. Like he was lost in thought completely. 

Going back to the choices made tears start to well up again, anxiety taking over as you brought your hand to your mouth, lightly starting to nibble at your fingers as you were forced to mull over the possibilities. You started with that second option, where the tape never makes it out. Obviously, you wanted that. Who would want their dad to see such a moment? And last night you two... you didn’t want to even think about that. It was so rough but so passionate... The thought of your dad seeing you like that made you want to puke. But the consequence of him not seeing it... you would never see him again. You would be stuck here, for however long it took for someone to come rescue you or your dad to release the info, and maybe they would release you... no one to support you. You could barely last a few hours by yourself yesterday. The amount of elation you felt when you saw him after feeling so hopeless last night... The idea of never feeling that again, just being stuck in that hopeless, lonely feeling... for weeks on end. It made your anxiety spike even more... in all that misery you would never feel his comfort again; not his warm arms, not his soft lips, not even his beautiful voice... saying sweet things to you and making you feel so nice and loved inside. If your dad saw the tape... at least you’d have someone there for you. Someone to comfort you through all this. Sure... your dad would kill him once he saw him but... at least he’d be by your side... And at least you two might have a chance of making it out of here.

You paused, looking up and meeting the eyes of the contractor, who was still looking at you expectantly, but surprisingly patient as you mulled this all over in your mind. You opened your mouth to start to speak, but hesitated, looking down at the floor as you second guessed yourself. You were sure you wanted him... wanted him for support but, was it worth the cost? You heard the shuffle of clothes as a step was taken toward you. Grabbing your chin lightly, he made you look up at him, taking too much pleasure in having complete control over this situation and making you feel more nauseous. “What is it? You can spit it out...” his voice cooed at you. You tried looking over at  König, but his grip forced you to keep looking at him. Even then you could still feel it, the absolute daggers being pointed in your direction.

“I...” you stumbled on your words. Feeling your chest heavy made it hard to speak, tears starting to well up as you really had to vocalize your decision. You did your best to blink them away, meeting his gaze with the most determined face you could muster as your voice croaked out, “S-send it.”

Stunned silence hung in the room a moment before König finally cracked out, “W-what?” You heard the chair start to scoot out but quickly a glare was shot his way, the chair scooting back in slowly. “L-liebing, you don’t... I’m not that-”

“I can’t do this without you, König!” You shook and broke free from the grip, quickly looking over to him, unable to look at him without some tears breaking free as well. “I... I can’t be alone... I-I need you to be here for me... and at least you will be here when it gets sent.”

His eyes were telling a whole story. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the emotions he was feeling. Concern for you and your dad seeing it, fear of your dad seeing him, appreciation that you actually cared for him... love that you chose him. It was all so much that you even saw his big blue eyes start to get more shiny... was he about to cry himself? You quickly shot up out of your seat, jumping over to his lap to hug him tightly, ignoring as you heard the contractor attempt to scold you. He held you just as swiftly and tightly, burying his head in your shoulder as you gripped him as close as you could. You felt the tears burst out as you silently sobbed, just catching your breath as you burrowed your face in his shoulder as well, gripping tighter as your emotions got the better of you. You took a deep breath, lifting your head slowly to look at him. He felt your head lift so he went to meet your gaze. Through the dark lighting you were able to tell he had in fact been crying as well, his eyes turning more bloodshot and still looking wet.

“Please... I don’t want to be alone...”

“I’m not going to, mein Mäuschen...” his voice shook as he spoke, gently caressing your face as you spoke, his thumb wiping away the tears that stained your cheek. “I’m here for you... and I will always be.”

“How sweet...” His voice broke you two’s moment, sarcasm and disdain dripping from his voice. You both glanced back at him, both of you very annoyed by his interruptions. “Well, if that is your decision, I will have them send it as soon as they can to the appropriate channels. Horangi, do you have any additions?”

“Nope.” He spoke very swiftly and shot up out of his chair. His fellow contractor reached out in an attempt to stop him, but he just stared straight forward and marched at a quick pace out the door, slamming shut behind him loudly. It left you all confused. You wondered what went on through his head during all this, as it seemed like he didn’t know any of this was going to happen.

The contractor shook himself out of his stunned look and looked back to you two, sighing loudly. “Well... you two are free to go too, I guess. I have nothing else to say to you deviants.” As you got up from his lap, König quickly grasped your hand as you stood up, slowly getting up as well. “Oh, a couple ground rules for this deal too. She has to stay in your room the whole time. You must accompany her if she needs to go to the bathroom, if you need to go to the mess hall, take a shower. The only time she is to be left alone is if you are working. And if he is asleep or you need to go to the bathroom while he’s working, tough shit. We have a camera pointed at any dorm door so we will know if you leave by yourself. And guards outside will make sure you have no chance of escape. This little deal is a privilege, missy. If you break it, not only will your father know how much of a slut you are... you also will lose your little boyfriend.”

You felt his hand grip yours tighter slightly before letting go, stomping over to him quickly. You quickly shot to look at him, seeing him just as he grabbed his right arm, the same one that had held your face before. You couldn’t even see König’s face but you knew rage had taken him over as he held up his right hand, his other hand coming back and swiftly snapping his index finger the exact opposite way it was supposed to bend, twisting it along the way. He cried out in agony as his whole body winced, scrunching up as his knees started to give. “That is for ever fucking touching her...” his voice growled lowly, bending down to his height so he was right in his face. He grasped his ring finger and did the same thing, holding it as it snapped against the back of his hand. You cringed, looking away. Sure, you hated the guy too but this was... a bit much for you to see. “And that... is for not fucking listening to me when I said to not talk about her like that.” You glanced back hesitantly, seeing König throw his hand away in disgust as he quickly grabbed it himself, trying to soothe the pain. He didn’t let him get the relief too long though, grabbing him by his chin and forcing him to look up at him, mirroring the way he had grabbed you earlier. “If you put a hand on her again, I will make sure every last bone in your hand is mangled to be unrecognizable. If you speak negatively of her again, I will make it so they have to honorably discharge you... and you will be begging for fucking mercy from your mother and from God. I will make you regret even thinking about her... even breathing the same air as her, you degenerate.”

He quickly paced back over to you, trying not to make his footsteps as angry as he felt as to not scare you. Swiftly grabbing your hand again, he took a deep breath, giving your hand a tender squeeze as he looked down at you. “I’m sorry you had to see that, Liebling...” His expression was just as soft and sweet as his voice sounded, though his voice still had hints of shaking behind it. Slowly, he guided you to the door, testing the handle and seeing it did remain unlocked. Pulling it open, he stopped in the doorway, looking back at the contractor, who was now sitting in a chair, holding his broken hand and still sucking breaths between his teeth. “Hey... you shut it in a door. Got it, Fetzenschädel?” You glanced back, trying to see his reaction, but only able to see as he lowly glared up before you were guided out.

You held the door so it wouldn’t slam too loud and kept up with König as much as you could, always remaining a little behind him. He kept his gaze to the floor as he turned the corners of the facility, and you felt his hand start to have light trembles as you continued further. You glanced around him, seeing what was ahead, or if there were any people ahead. You wondered if that’s what got him nervous... possibly being seen with you, especially right now. When you were supposed to be being interrogated, but instead you were walking down these people’s home facility, holding hands with the tall, intimidating masked man. You looked up at the ceiling, seeing some hallway splits were labeled as he turned down the “Dormitory” hall. You passed many doors, you both moving so fast you couldn’t even see the nameplates above the door numbers. He reached number 6, sure enough, his name was on the little placard above. He let go of your hand so he could fumble in his pockets for his keys, pulling them out and seeming almost comically small in his hands. Once it clicked open, he held the door open for you, looking at you softly as he gestured for you to walk in.

You immediately noticed how little there was, just the basics for him. A single bed that was sandwiched wall to wall almost. It wasn’t like a twin sized bed, you had seen plenty of those in your life, this one was a decent chunk longer. You wondered if it was custom made for him... if he was that well respected here. Or... if he was before you... You didn’t want to think of yourself like that and quickly brushed it aside. A long and short dresser was to your left, multiple vests on top were placed messily. And beside the dresser was an overflowing hamper, filled with athletic jackets, black and heather grey t-shirts, and cargo and sweatpants. To your right was a desk, many disorganized and loose papers covered it, as well as a small orange bottle in the far corner. On the other end, closer to the bed was a TV, small but flat screen, still seeming quite worn and dusty, angled to face the bed. And beside that was the bedside table, a lamp, a metal water bottle, a black alarm clock with red lettering, and a few books. All this furniture perfectly encompassed the rather cozy room, though you were sure to König it was very small for his size, though it seemed adequate to you.

You hear the door behind you click and you glanced, seeing König twist the lock and then finally look over to you. You could tell he smiled under his mask but then shut his eyes, taking a very large, shaky breath before starting to step forward. “I’m sorry, Mäuschen... if you could give me a moment...” He quickly stepped past you, heading for the bed and grabbing the pillow. He swiftly slammed it against his face and let out a loud but muffled yell, his hands gripping hard onto it as it lingered on longer than you realized any person would have the lung capacity for. You were startled by the sudden loud sound, despite it being muffled the best he could. But you also understood exactly why... he was just as frustrated as you were fully disgusted. He pulled the pillow from his face, still gripping it hard as he took a harsh breath in. “Diese Fetzenschädel! Absolut verfickte perverse Hurensöhne! Nach allem, was ich für sie getan habe... behandeln sie mich und meinen Liebling so?! Scheiße! SCHEIßE!!!”

He let out another frustrated groan, almost turning into a yell but it seemed he didn’t want to again, looking down at the pillow and throwing it to the headboard. He turned and threw himself to sit on the bed, leaning over, putting his head in his hands and gripping hard. You slowly walked over, not wanting to startle him when he was already on edge. You placed your hand on the bed first so he knew you were coming then slowly jumped up onto it. He quickly looked over to you, his eyes looking mad but softening as soon as he saw you, allowing you to see them start to well up with tears more. “...Why?” He lightly shook his head, laughing to himself as he shut his eyes. “Ich bin es nicht wert... Why, meine Maus?”

You took a big sigh, stopping to think for yourself before you spoke. You leaned up, gently cupping the side of his masked face, getting his harshly gripping hand out of the way and guiding him to look at you. He was still clearly fighting tears as he looked back at you. “König... I couldn’t stand the thought of being alone... I didn’t... I don’t want my dad to see that but... at least you’re here. You’re here right now... you can comfort me through this. With the other option I... I would’ve been stuck alone. No one could comfort me or help me. I’d just be stuck in isolation, waiting for someone to help me.”

His eyes just looked at you, shocked, stunned, but still tender. His focus started to shift, from your eyes to your mouth, switching quickly and subtly. “I... I just don’t understand...” His eyes started to shine more again as he focused on your eyes. “I don’t understand why you want me... Sacrificing that much just so...”

You cut him off as he trailed off, bringing your knees up and under you so you could be completely on the bed, and reach his height much easier so you could truly meet eye to eye. “Baby... I need you... I’ve been kidnapped and brought to a cold, heartless facility but you... you are my true hope right now. You’ve shown me kindness and passion through all this... The amount of happiness I felt yesterday when you walked through that door, hell, even when you walked through the door today! I... I feel so at ease with you... I feel like I can just talk with you for hours with how easy it is, and even that I can stop and enjoy your presence in silent moments... You are the only person I’ve felt like that for. You are the only person I have true hope for. No matter what... I’m stuck here... and if I am going to be stuck here, I want to be with you... my captor who has been sweet with me since the moment I first made him smile... my captor turned my savior...”

He just looked at you again, stunned into silence. Even his eyes were shaking, though they remained focused on you, you saw the little shakes of his iris. A moment passed, just sitting there in silence looking lovingly at each other as your words sunk in. He swiftly pulled one of his arms around your waist, putting his hand on the back of your shoulder as he pulled you in close, his other hand going up just as quickly to lift up his mask. You closed the gap just as quickly as you knew what he wanted... and you wanted it too, so, so badly. You lifted yourself up so you were just on your knees and shins, sitting up so, for once, you were slightly taller than him. With the gap closed, his other hand was free to also wrap around your waist, keeping you close as you slowly pulled your body around him, allowing your legs to straddle just around his waist and hips as he leaned back slightly. Clearly, he was enjoying this a lot, especially as he slightly hummed in the kiss. He pulled back, looking up at you, then down at your body, admiring the position, then back to you. His eyes were lust filled for a moment but immediately softened as he saw yours, the tears having dissipated now. “Mein Liebling, mein Schatz, mein Mäuschen, mein Ein und Alles...”

He quickly pulled his mask up again, and you had shut your eyes preparing to kiss just as fast, but you both heard it. A musical little knock at the door, rudely but unknowingly interrupting. König groaned and rolled his eyes, saying “Motherfucker...” under his breath. He looked back up at you, then gently patted your thighs, telling you non-verbally but just as reluctantly to get off him. You did as such, bouncing as you sat down normally on the bed, watching him as he walked over to the door. He really did make this room seem tiny. He opened the door a crack, leaning down as he peeked through. “...What is it?”

You heard that familiar, low voice distantly from the other side. “Well... first of all, I have to tell you we are working together today, just stocking the munitions. But also...” There was a pause, then his voice sounded more hushed. “Do you mind if I come in? I have to... talk.”

He paused too. You couldn’t tell his expression, you wondered if he was confused or if he was just lost in thought as he contemplated what was up. You saw him poke his head out slightly, looking around to both sides before holding the door open, his hand near the top of it. Sure enough, it was Horangi who entered, walking under König’s arm as he quickly scuttled in the room. König shut the door just as fast, crossing his arms and looking down at the man with an intimidating look.

“Alright, I want to start this by saying I had no idea what was going to happen in that room. I thought I was just going to be helping with the regular questions but... this is all a shock to me too.” His voice sounded genuinely worried. You couldn’t see where his eyes were looking though as he still wore his sunglasses.

“So that’s why you were so quiet the whole time...” König’s arms did not uncross, instead just continuing to look down at him with a slight head tilt and a raised eyebrow. “Or so you say... How can I trust you? How do I know you aren’t lying directly to my face, taking me... taking us for fools?”

You looked up to him with sympathy, understanding what he meant but... “Let’s just... hear him out, baby.” He looked over to you, slightly confused. But he seemed to let his guard down at least, uncrossing his arms and leaning on the dresser instead. “When we were in the room, he seemed just as uncomfortable with it all.”

“I was...” he chimed in, looking at you both before looking up at König. Though he was easily a foot taller than you, he still had to crane his neck quite a bit to meet his eyes. “First, them revealing they had it on tape and had watched it... then saying they want to send it?! All for a fucking location?! It’s fucked up and... I’m sorry you two are even having to go through this.”

You found yourself smiling a bit at his course language. He was clearly fluent but couldn’t kick his accent, combined with his deep voice, it at least helped break up the tension. König didn’t seem as amused though, continuing to look down at him, slightly rocking himself on his own arms supporting him. “You should show more sympathy to her. It’s her dad who’s gonna have to see our non-consensual sex tape.”

You found yourself feeling queasy at the reminder, but took a deep breath, trying to get it out of your head. You had to remind yourself you weren’t alone... this was part of the logic in your head, why you took this deal. You had him to comfort you now... you didn’t just have to take deep breaths. You stood up, right as Horangi glanced over to you, starting to speak as you made your way over to the dresser. “Right. Yes, I am... very sorry to you especially, Y/N. They shouldn’t have even considered this, let alone made you make such a fucked up choice.”

“It’s fine,” you shrugged your shoulders, trying to brush it off as you hopped up onto the dresser, brushing some vests to the side as you did so you were right next to König’s arm. He looked down at you, quirking his brow but still, you could tell he was smiling as he looked at you. You nuzzled yourself into him, letting you wedge between his arm and chest, as he took the hint, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer. Feeling the warm comfort from him, you shut your eyes to take it all in, just letting yourself feel it. Opening your eyes you brought your left hand up slowly to his shoulder so you could hold him as well. You both locked eyes with a loving gaze. “I’m as happy as I can be in this situation... because I at least have him to support me through it.”

You both just stopped, enjoying the moment... the silence not bothering you as you leaned up so you could get a closer look at his eyes. You wanted to kiss him again but you also just wanted to enjoy looking at those beautiful blue eyes. You could look at just them for hours you felt, but you remembered the other reason you didn’t want to kiss him, glancing over to the man to your left. He bashfully glanced at the floor a second before looking back at you two. Clearing his throat, he looked back up to König. “That’s, uh, also why I’m here... I want to help you with that.”

You looked up to him to see his reaction, seeing genuine confusion again as his thumb rubbed over your bicep. “Huh? What do you mean by that?”

“I want to get in... wipe their hard drives, snap the disks, whatever they have. I want to help you guys make sure that is never seen, especially by her father.”

“I...” you paused, choking on your words a moment as you were surprised by his sudden support. “W-while I want that obviously, don’t you think it might raise some suspicion? If they find out that it very specifically was our recording... they’ll definitely connect the dots and punish us.” You looked up at König, seeing him nod in agreement and then glancing to his fellow contractor, his fingers starting to drum as they caressed your arm.

“That’s what I’m thinking too. It’s just an idea for now but... I’m sure we could figure out something.” He paused, looking to the ground as he took a deep breath. “I... I feel bad that I didn’t do anything to help you two while I was in the room. I should've spoke up... should’ve helped you beat up that dumbass... So I’m helping you now. It’s what I would want too if I was in your situation.” He looked up to König as he finished his words, seeming to look up for approval. He looked back at him, seeming to want to remain stoic but you saw the way his eyes softened, smiling slightly. He took a moment, shutting his eyes and then nodding.

“...Okay, I’ll accept it. We can discuss it more in the armory... try and cover it up a bit as we go obviously. Don’t want to say it directly. We can also talk after dinner.”

You saw Horangi perk up cutely as he got the approval. “Alright!” He cleared his throat after saying it so enthusiastically, making you laugh in response. “R-right... I agree though we should head out... I’m sure they’re watching the cameras, especially yours. They’ll probably raise suspicion if we stay here any longer.”

“Ja...” He paused, looking down at you as he slowly pulled his arm away, pushing himself to get up from the table. “You said it’s just stocking today right?” He nodded, starting to walk backwards to the door but also keep an eye on you guys. “Okay... so I shouldn’t need my vest... should just be fine like this.” He was talking to himself, looking at his clothes he had on then back to the dresser, looking at the pile of vest behind you, then back to you. His eyes saddened a moment as he did, taking a step forward and putting his hands by the sides of you, leaning and keeping his face close to yours. He let out a sigh, “I’m sorry I have to leave so soon, mein Mäuschen...”

You smiled sympathetically at him. “It’s okay... I understand.” You both held eye contact for a moment, you pushed yourself up more and he leaned down more. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and he lifted his hand to the bottom of his mask. Both of you knew what you both wanted, and you gave it to each other, closing the gap and letting the world wash away in the moment of a little passionate goodbye kiss. In the back of your mind, you knew Horangi was still there, but you didn’t even care, just fully enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours. You wanted to pull him closer, but you knew you had to let go. You understood but didn’t want it to end. Reluctantly you pulled back, slowly opening your eyes and seeing him do the same, pushing himself up from leaning over you.

He took a deep breath as he kept looking at you. “I’ll be back soon, mein Liebling... make yourself at home, baby...” You nodded, looking around him to the few activities in the room, figuring some way to entertain yourself for however long. He turned on his heel, walking over to meet Horangi at the door. You just watched, admiring his physique from behind as he walked away... getting a bit entranced by it, until you realized he was about out the door, and you remembered a thought you had while falling asleep last night.

You ran up, holding the door right as he had entered the hallway and as he was shutting it. You poked your head on the edge, really making sure you didn’t break the rules as you called out to him, “Hold on! König!”

He quickly turned around and lightly jogged to the door, concern and slight worry on his face as he scanned the hall. “What is it, baby?”

“Can you... while you're out possibly... ask one of the girls here if they have some extra clothes I could borrow for the time?”

Instantly his face looked surprised as he sheepishly shifted his gaze around, glancing down the hallway where Horangi was and avoiding your curious look. You could just tell his face was turning red under his mask. “I-I... I can try, Liebling... No promises on that though, I... W-we can talk about this after, okay? I can promise I can... eventually.” You looked down at your pajamas slightly disappointed, then back at him, whose face had turned sad as he looked down at them too. “I’m sorry... I just... I-It’ll probably be better if you come with me to do that. Okay?”

You nodded, putting your hand up to the door knob but then stopping a moment, right as he was about to turn again. “Wait, baby. One more thing?” He looked at you curiously, raising a brow but hearing you out. You gestured with your finger for him to come closer, and to lean down. He did as such, still remaining curious and cautious. You smiled and stood on your tiptoes, giving his clothed cheek a little peck before returning back down, watching for his reaction. His eyes widened a bit but quickly you saw the corners of his eyes turn up. “Have a good day.” You smiled softly at him as he leaned back up, his smile remaining and you could really tell he was blushing now. You had always wanted to do that. You giggled in the silence as he just looked down at you lovingly.

“Remember to lock the door, Mäuschen.”

“Okay.” You didn’t continue shutting the door, just staring up at him, not wanting him to leave but in the back of your mind, you knew you had to let him go. It seemed he didn’t want to either as he returned the loving stare. It jumped you a bit when he suddenly and quickly leaned down, pulling his mask up and giving you a quick peck on the lips. You felt yourself start to blush once he pulled back, looking at you with slightly lidded eyes.

“I really have to go,” he said with his voice hushed, his tone disappointed. “Goodbye, meine Liebe.”

He closed the door as you started to blush more. You clicked the lock shot but still his goodbye lingered in your head. Trying desperately to recall the German you knew, plus the context, plus other words he had said. Liebling was like darling... Liebe... My love. More blood rushed to your cheeks as you started smiling uncontrollably. He had called you other pet names before but this... this hit differently.

You took a big breath, a sigh of content as you made your way over to his bed, jumping up and laying face first into the pillow. You couldn’t wipe the excitement from your brain as you kicked your legs to relieve some of the extra energy you had. Lifting yourself up, you took another deep breath, turning to lounge on the big bed. Looking around the room, it set in that you were alone and had to find something to do. At least it was better than solitary confinement, you could borrow his books or watch TV. You thought about it a moment, turning and grabbing one of his books, reading the back synopsis of it. You thought it’d be nice if you’d save the TV watching for tonight, though you were sure at some point you’d need a break from reading. The idea of just being snuggled up in his arms tonight as you slowly dozed off... It brought another smile to your face as you opened the book. You thumbed to the first chapter, settling in as you were enveloped by the smell of him on his warm bed as you started reading his book.

Translations! Vysokiy ublyudok... (высокий ублюдок)- tall bastard (first bit of Russian ayyy) Fetzenschädel- (literally) Tattered skull (Austrian insult to say idiot) Diese Fetzenschädel! Absolut verfickte perverse Hurensöhne! Nach allem, was ich für sie getan habe... behandeln sie mich und meinen Liebling so?! Scheiße! SCHEIßE!!!- Those idiots! Absolutely fucking perverted sons of bitches! After everything I've done for them... that is how they treat me and my darling?! Fuck! Fuck!!! Ich bin es nicht wert- I'm not worth it Mein Ein und Alles- my everything

[euro4444]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WOW. this is my first actual post EVER!!!! (woo woo)

thanks for stopping by my dumpster trash fire of a tumblr account where i lgbtq and dab everyday 😎😎😎😎, i have NO clue what i wanna do with this account, but i guess it's cool to have or something??? I DUNNO, but like, i'm here and there's nuffin you can do about it, BUSTER.

but yeah, welcome to my account wooooo, feel free to shoot me a message or somethin, my door is always open, unless i hate you, then i'm slamming the door in your face cuz no lameos are allowed here 😎 (i have no clue what im typing or why im doing this lol please don't read this ashghsaghasg)

things i like (because you REALLY need to know this):

constellations

ya fatha

digital art RULES

that one monster that lives in my room (me)

invader zim 👽

night in the woods !!!!

gaming (momma didn't raise no CASUAL) (im so sorry)

cool stuff

cartoons & animation

unhealthy obsession

long bulletion points

punk and stuff (im so incredibly cultured)

gay 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

other things i dk

those camo cargo panrs (whenever i see someone wearing them i am WEEEAK 😩😩)

Q and A (fghdsigsdjgigdsjgsdg)

favorite color??????????? orange and black and green and all the resta them

will you be my sugar baby/ ?? revive all of the dead projects i was looking forward to and i'll consider it

hi i know you!!! whya re you here how did you get here

are you cool yes (no)😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎

do you miss them

so anyway yeah that's ME

thank you for reading all of this to whoever happens to stumble across my little trash oasis lol, im currently waving to my billions upon billions of tumblr followers (the entire 0 of them), i'm gonna try to keep this short since i really don't wanna force anyone to read all of my garbage lol, welcome to mah tumblr, hope you all are doing okay!!! bye bye!!!! goodnight!!!!

punchs 20 billion walls

[louisdotmp3]

uhmm, here is the first bit of ad astra per aspera 2003 bc i want u to have it. after a year. one day maybe soon i will publish the whole thing but until then,

-

Dean stays with Bobby into the new year.  He does some tune ups on the car and helps Bobby out with his projects.  He cooks them breakfast most mornings and it takes him back to one of the long stays he and Sam had spent here before it all went to shit between Bobby and his dad.  He’d been fourteen and said he wanted to learn how to cook and Bobby had laughed and said he only knew how to make breakfast and heat up some soup.  Dean didn’t say it but Bobby made the fluffiest pancakes and the best scrambled eggs he’d ever had, and he’d eaten in diners all over the country at that point.  And besides, when he thought of a home-cooked meal, he thought of this kitchen and Bobby’s hands making food.  

One afternoon Bobby puts on Rumours as they work on an old rusted out Firebird.  A few songs in, Dean asks who this is and Bobby gives him the most scandalized look he’s ever seen in his life.

“Did your Daddy teach you nothin’?'' he asks, half-jokingly.  Dean ducks back under the hood and laughs.  “You’re missing out on the classics, boy.”

Dean tells him about the albums he’s been listening to, from the recommendations of strangers.  Tells him about Ben Folds but not Indigo Girls.  He mentions Tracy Chapman and he knows the tone of his voice is reverent.

“I got a live album of hers around here somewhere.  Remind me tonight and I’ll dig it out for you,” Bobby says.

Dean pops his head over the hood to peer at Bobby, “Really?”

“Sure.”  The next song starts and Bobby puts a hand out and tilts his head up, as if to listen to the music better, “Alright, quiet, pay attention.”

They’re quiet for a few songs, just the sound of their tools and Fleetwood Mac, and then.

Time cast a spell on you but you won't forget me

I know I could've loved you but you would not let me

Dean is abruptly thankful to be able to hide behind the hood of this car.  Then he smiles.  Bobby's picked this album on purpose, of course, and that’s what puts a lump in his throat.  They hadn’t talked about it since the first day, but he spends the first blue days of 2003 in the care of a man who can speak in the languages that don’t get lodged in Dean’s throat.

-

It gets too cold one week to work on the car, even in the little shed serving as a faux-mechanic shop.  Bobby had rigged up a heating setup there but it just wasn’t insulated, so with highs in the single digits they stayed inside for most of the week.  They played cards and Dean slowly made his way through more of Bobby’s sci-fi collection.  Bobby unearthed a pile of his favorite records and Dean played them while he drank coffee and made breakfast in the morning.  

Bobby made an enormous batch of stew and at night they watched Food Network.  One night, Ina Garten said she was making a roast chicken dinner and a tiramisu to welcome her husband home.  Dean thought the roast chicken seemed far, far out of his skill level but the tiramisu…he could see himself making that.  For someone he loved.  Dean took a drink of his beer and pretended his heart didn’t ache.

Dean went out once a day to start the Impala and Bobby’s truck and let them run for a few minutes, and each time came bursting back inside in a gust of cold air rubbing his frozen hands together and grabbing for a fresh cup of coffee.

Bobby eventually frowned at him and said, “Need to get you some real winter gear, you’ll freeze your balls off.”

Dean shrugged, “It’s fine, not that cold.”  Bobby looked at him like he’d spoken gibberish, and okay.  Maybe he deserved that look while he was standing in the kitchen with his shoulders up to his ears cradling a cup of coffee in both hands like it was the only thing keeping him upright.  

Bobby digs around that day and finds him a bright orange ribbed ski hat and an ugly pair of camo hunting gloves.  He wears them the next day when Bobby drives the two of them into town to a Goodwill, and warrants no objections from Dean.  The two of them flip through coats together until they come upon a good, sturdy Carhartt.

“You need anything else?” Bobby asks.  And the thing is, Dean hates thrift stores.  Tries to avoid them whenever he has the cash for a Walmart instead.  He hates thinking about Sam getting made fun of in middle school for the clothes Dean had bought him, hates remembering the two of them swimming in their clothes they’d bought two sizes too big just so they’d last longer.  But this had been unexpectedly nice, just flipping through coats with Bobby and showing him the ones with crazy colors and patterns that made him laugh.

“Yeah, actually,” Dean says.  They end up flipping through shirts and Dean finds a Led Zeppelin t-shirt that he can’t pass up.  While Dean goes to look through the jeans Bobby says he’ll be over in homewares, which Dean thinks is kind of a funny image but just nods and tells him he’ll meet him there.

When Dean makes his way over with the cart Bobby is already walking toward him, two mugs in hand.

“Whatcha got?”

Bobby raises the mugs triumphantly.  They’re two white mugs with blue geese marching around the rim.  It was the mug Dean had seen Bobby drink from as long as he’d known him in duplicate.  “You ever see these you grab ‘em for me, will ya?”

“What, one isn’t enough?”

“It’s just in case.”

“Just in case, what?”

“Just in case I break ‘em,” Bobby says, and puts them in the cart.

“Bobby, how many goose mugs have you broken?” Dean asks.  Bobby just looks at him and then turns to walk toward the register, and Dean laughs.  “Bobby!”

Dean is still laughing as the cashier rings them up and Bobby pays for everything, and it’s not helped that Bobby has pulled on such a gruff look to counteract the revelation that he stockpiles the one mug he’ll drink out of because he can’t help but break them, apparently. 

“Thanks, Bobby,” Dean says as they walk out, seeing as the only things Bobby’d gotten were those two mugs and a paperback, while Dean had taken the opportunity to grab a few pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts, a new belt, the Carhartt, and a University of South Dakota sweatshirt that had looked so comfortable he couldn’t pass it up.  

“You’re welcome, can’t have you traipsing around the country with no real coat, idjit.”  They pile their haul into the back seat of Bobby’s truck and Dean walks the cart back.  “You hungry?” Bobby asks.

“Starving,” Dean says.

“How do you feel about Chinese?”

“There’s Chinese in Sioux Falls?” Dean asks, incredulously.

“This ain’t the middle of nowhere,” Bobby shoots back.

Later Dean wrinkles his nose as the massive plate of egg foo young Bobby ordered is placed on the table.  Bobby rolls his eyes and tells him to stop making that face and try a little.  Dean wrinkles his nose but does.

As always, Bobby is right.

At the end of the meal they crack open their fortune cookies and Dean reads his aloud.

“Miles are covered one step at a time.”

-

Not long after, Dean gets a call.

“Got a case up in Boise I can’t quite figure.”

“Hi, Dad.”

He can hear the tinny roar of a diesel engine starting up through the phone’s tiny speaker, “What’ve you been up to?”

“Oh, this and that.  Need me to do some research?  I can get into it,” Dean offers, but has a feeling he knows where this is going.  Even though he has the best library of supernatural books west of the Mississippi at his disposal in this house, it’s not like he’d tell his dad that.  And anyway, he’s never been the research guy.

“Nah, just need some backup.  Already called someone about hitting the books,” his dad says.  Nothing new under the sun.  “How far out are you?”

“Uh, about a day,” Dean says without thinking.

“Alright, see you then.”  His dad hangs up.

Right.

He momentarily wishes he’d thought faster and given himself more time, and then pushes that thought away.  People were presumably dying and he could help.  The only thing he was doing here was nursing a broken heart and it was probably past time to get back to the real world.  He’d spent nearly a month here without even pretending to check for cases, and he finally lets the guilt tug at him.

It’s time to get back to work.

He finds Bobby in his study.  Bobby’s been working on a translation lately so his desk is more disorganized than usual and there are stacks of books towering precariously, dotted around the room.  It makes Dean’s eye twitch and he desperately wants to get Bobby some more shelves and organize it properly but Bobby said he likes it like this, that there’s a system and he knows where everything is.  He clears his throat.

“Dad called,” he announces.

Bobby looks up, pen in his hand.  He scratches his chin, “Did he.”  It’s not a question, it’s a venomous acknowledgement.  Dean sighs.

“Just needs a little help with a case up in Boise, said I’d be there soon as I could.”

Bobby considers him a moment longer, then sighs and puts down what he was working on.  “You leaving tonight?” Bobby asks.

Dean nods, “Soon as I’m packed, yeah.”

Bobby gets up and starts shuffling through one of his drawers before he pulls out an old hardback book and a brand new Stanley thermos.  He hands them to Dean unceremoniously.

“Happy birthday, sorry they ain’t wrapped.”

Dean turns the book over, The Haunting of Hill House.  The cover shows green and blue leaves on a black background, and the spine is worn and cracked.  Dean wonders how old it is.

“Thanks, Bobby,” he says, genuinely touched.  It’s two weeks before his birthday, and Bobby had had these just sitting in his drawer waiting for it.

Bobby nods and gestures for the thermos, “I’ll put on a pot of coffee for you, y’oughta stop drinking that gas station shit.”  He hands it to him and Bobby moves past him toward the kitchen.

Dean makes his way up to his room - the room he’d been staying in that he’d started thinking of as his, at least.  His few books were stacked neatly on the nightstand, largest to smallest.  His clothes were tucked away in the small dresser, atop which his sketchbook and pencils sat.  His new coat and hat hung on the back of the door.  Dean fished his duffel bag out from underneath the bed and he settled back into the familiar feeling of being swept away by the current of his life as he packed it into this one small, faded space for the thousandth time.

Bobby sends him off with a thermos full of hot coffee, a few new tapes he’d pulled out, and a hug.

“Call if you get into trouble,” Bobby says, looking him in the eye, “And call if you don’t.”

Dean smiles, “Promise.”

The sun is setting as he pulls out of the salvage yard, the dust of the gravel road kicked up behind him obscuring the house in the rearview.  Dean pops in the Fleetwood Mac album he’d been given and the sky melts into gold.

[drjpresents]

27th May 2024 - DJ Set - Track List

I had the incredible privilege of DJing some cinematic soul for friends at their wedding at the end of last month, rounding off a bank holiday weekend!

Loads of funk, jazz, Motown, funky house, hip-hop, broken beat and beyond! Massive shout out to my hosts for inviting and entrusting me with the finale of your big day! The amazing staff at Viet Hoa Cafe and Mess for the hospitality and support with setup and set down and, of course to the amazing guest who danced their feet off throughout the course of the night and shared kind feedback directly with me and the hosts too! I had a huge amount of fun at this gig (as pictured, ha ha!) For any of you there who were curious about any of the tracks played for the warmup and during the main event, I’ve popped it all in a video of you swipe to the end! And of course, if this kinda music is up your street and you’d like me to spin for you, hit me up and we’ll see if we can work something out!

The Warm Up

Chola - The Nostalgia 77 Octet

Escape Velocity - Menagerie

Settle The Score - Cookin' On 3 Burners

Take What You Need - The New Mastersounds

Tbilisi Sunset (Skit) - Fulgeance & DJ Scientist

2 Minutes To Midnight - Dr. J

Saudade De Maecenas - S.O.L Collective

Take A Break - Sven Wunder

Bergen Sunrays feat. Selim Mutic - Espen Horne

I Did It For You - Tom Misch & Yussef Dayes

African Mailman - The Rhythmagic Orchestra

Dub y Guaguanco - Quantic Presenta Flowering Inferno

Sweet Love Affair - Resonators

The Get Down - Jonny Drop

Feel Involved In Love Feat. Mr. Tanqueray - Tall Black Guy

Loving Someone (Part 1) - Jaguar Skills & Omar

I Predict A Riot - Carolina Lins & Os Planatos

The First Dance

Chicken Wings - Samm Henshaw

The Main Event

Get Up (I Feel Like Being A) Sex Machine - James Brown

Crazy In Love - Beyoncé feat. Jay-Z

It Takes Two - Marvin Gaye & Kim Weston

What A Man - Linda Lyndell

Sài Gòn (1965) [Remastered] - Trúc Mai

Work It Out - Speedometer

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac

Under the Sea / Flyers Drive - The Fearless Flyers

Funky Nassau, Pt. 1 - The Beginning Of The End

Arraino - Popular Cooper and His All Beats Band

Bomba Trópica - Ondatr��pica

Is This Love - Bob Marley & The Wailers

Help Me Make It Through The Night - John Holt

All I Do Is Think About You Featuring Christopher Ellis - Quantic Presenta Flowering Inferno

My Light - SAULT

It Runs Through Me - Tom Misch

The Way You Make Me Feel - The Kount and Marc Rebillet featuring Moods

Avenue Joffre (Instrumental) - The Shanghai Restoration Project

Un Canto A Mi Tierra (J-Boogie Remix) - Quantic and His Combo Bárbaro

Keep On Loving Me - Onra

Ooh Wee (featuring Ghostface Killah, Nate Dogg, Trife & Saigon) (Amended Version) - Mark Ronson

(Are You Ready) Do The Bus Stop / Suga - The Fatback Band/Sarah Ruba

Ain't Nobody ft. Sharlene Hector - Jack & Juke

Thinking - Louis Cole

Get Lucky (Radio Edit) - Daft Punk ft. Pharrell Williams

Cosmic Girl - Jamiroquai

Candy - Cameo

Treat U Good - Moods feat. Noah Slee, Lyriya, Meron

Digital Love - Daft Punk

Delight (Instrumental) - Dr. J

Red Alert - Basement Jaxx

Caravan - Mark de Clive-Lowe & the Rotterdam Jazz Orchestra

Not So Blue - Quantic

Superstylin' - Groove Armada

Re-Rewind (The Crowd Say Bo Selecta) (Radio Edit) - The Artful Dodger

Hold It Down (Bugz in the Attic's Co-operative Mix) - 4hero

Body Groove (Original Mix MC Version) - Architechs

Dancing (Original) - Omar & Zed Bias

Loving You Is Easy - Camo & Krooked

Mesablanca - O'Flynn

Lk (feat. Stamina MC) - DJ Marky & XRS

Tremendo Boogaloo (Fluid Mechanics Remix) - Manteca

Last Goodbye (Feat. Celestine) - Break

Move on Up - Curtis Mayfield

I Say A Little Prayer - Martha Reeves & The Vandellas

Ain't No Mountain High Enough - Diana Ross

Light My Fire - Stevie Wonder

It's Dancing Time - Mr. Scruff & Quantic

Evil Vibrations - The Rebirth

It's Dancing Time - Mr. Scruff & Quantic

Back To Life (Scrimshire, Waaaaaaait For it, Edit) - Scrimshire

8th Wonder (Pressure Drop Remix) - The Sugarhill Gang

Jumpin' Jumpin' (Jean Tonique Remix) - Destiny's Child

Joints & Jam Album Version  - The Black Eyed Peas

Dragonball Durag - Thundercat

A Little Bit Of Love (Souleance "C'est La Fête" Re-edit) - Brenda Russell vs Souleance

Shelter - junior state

[weedrams]

Freehouse

It had been a long drive up north to the cabin for the ski trip. Tom and I had gotten off to a much later start than we had planned. We had expected Todd to join us. but he went in for urgent care that morning. Hoping it was a minor issue, we stuck around. Around 3 o'clock, we heard from Todd that it was serious, but luckily not life-threatening, and that he was bummed he wouldn't be able to join us. Off to an inauspicious start, we bundled into the car and hoped traffic wasn't too bad.

When we arrived, the vacation-rental cabin turned out to be just a floor of a house accessible from the exterior staircase. I was a bit annoyed to find out that we didn't have the entire house, as there was already another car in the lot. In my haste to book, I had easily overlooked the photo captions. After the trip, these only stated second floor access was from the staircase outside, with no specific mention that this was a second floor unit. Truthful but misleading, it's buyer beware on websites for vacation rentals. Lesson learned: always read the listing thoroughly.

Flustered by the situation, I had only read seen the door access code in the app. The only exterior door with a keypad was on the third floor, but the code didn't work on it. After multiple attempts, it locked out any further entries. Digging into the details on the app, a line further down said the entry door was behind an unlocked exterior door. Cold from puttering around outside in single digit temperatures, it was a rude surprise to find the cabin likewise uncomfortably cold. The heat was either turned off or turned down. Not willing to stay there, we dropped off our stuff, cranked up the heat and went to look for a place to grab dinner.

A quick internet search showed a gastropub in the nearby town that seemed to be right up our alley. We bundled back into the still warm car and headed that direction. Arriving there somewhat late for dinner, the parking lot was still full and plenty of people waiting to be seated. Clearly this was the place to eat and drink in town. It was a 40 minute wait. Tom and I debated on whether we should wait it out and decided it was best to hang around for good food and drink and boy was I glad we did.

There were two young gals who were helping with check-in desk. Being a super busy night, they were reporting back with which tables were ordering dessert, getting boxes for leftovers, requesting their check etc. The host could then plan their next steps for got seated next. From their faces alone, one was a bit prettier, with it maybe even down to personal preference. Her posture was not appealing however, looking like a tall girl taught to not to stand proudly so as to be less intimidating. Her backside was where her figure really fell flat, not quite androgynous, but with no real curves to highlight, even while wearing tight jeans. In contrast, the other was ethnically ambiguous, her complexion darker, maybe Latina. She was rocking a pair of camo yoga pants, ones that enhance the 'cleavage'. The bottom of her shirt ended above her hips, not getting in the way of flaunting her best ASSets. With her pants highlighting full round prominent cheeks that had not a hint of sag, she was definitely the hostess with the mostest.

After seating a group of young guys, the prettier gal came back looking a bit bothered. The host had stepped away during the lull, so the two could talk freely. Eager to share, she was talking loudly, so it wasn't hard to overhear their conversation. "You know that guy who just came in wearing an Eagles cap?", she asked.

"Isiah?", asked the other girl.

"Yeah. He said, 'Wow, you're like really hot.", she said seemingly in an exasperated manner. They quieted as they continued to chat, so I could no longer follow the their conversation. However, the body language of the second girl was interesting. There was definitely sympathy for her coworker not wanting to be hit on. There was something else, maybe a tinge of jealousy from not getting that sort of attention.

Just a short time later, the guy Isiah walked past to get to the washroom. They gave each other a look as to say "yeah, that guy". They did the same as he returned to his seat.

Soon after, we were seated. The food and beer were great and Tom and I caught up with each other. As we dining, the two of them continued to wander through the dining room, surveying the status of the tables. My eyes couln't help but be drawn to her each time she walked past, especially as she walked away from our table. This completed the four cornerstones for a complete dinner: good food, drink, and conversation and a great view.

We were back there for dinner the following night. The hostess was working again. Her tights were a little less showy as there wasn't as much cleavage showing. She checked us in and told us the approximate wait time. Unexpectedly, it took longer than that for a table to open up, but as long as she was at the greeter's stand, I didn't mind. It wasn't as scenic, but that's like saying the view isn't as nice with a few clouds. She apologized for the wait, to which I replied "No biggie.", as she led us to our table.

There wasn't much else to contend with this pub in town. We had checked out other places, but they were in some way lacking. So like as not, a few days later, we were there again. As we walked up, she was at the front desk without her friend wearing skin tight jeans. She greeted me as I walked up. "Table for 2? Mike right?", she asked.

"Wow! Good memory. I'm impressed.", I replied back.

She smiled at the compliment. "I remember you from Sunday."

I returned the smile. "All good things, I hope."

"You were fine. Just took a little long getting you seated. That's all."

"Oh good. It's not because I made a huge scene.", I jokingly said as we made our way to our table.

"Oh nothing like that. Enjoy your dinner.", she said as we sat down. As she walked away, I couldn't help but steal another view of her shapely bottom. This reminds me of the line John Travolta had: 'I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.'

Reviewing what to have for dinner, the danger with the menu was in ordering way too much, as everything sounded good. The appetizers were sized to be shared by a table of 4 to 6, so if you ordered one, it was unwise to also order an entree. The menu had cups of soups and chili to supplement an appetizer, which were definitely welcome after a cold ski day.

After Tom and I put in our order with the cute waitress, I excused myself to go wash up before our food arrived. She was at the hostest stand and looked my way as I approached. As I continued walking her way, she turned to face away from me, reached around with both her hands to cup her butt cheeks. With her hands, she lifted those gorgeous globes and bounced them twice. Her flaunting was clearly for me to see as I knew there wasn't anyone else behind me. The waiting area in that direction was empty, as the pub wasn't particularly busy.

I was instantly hard. I walked up behind her and quietly said, "That was incredibly sexy. Would you like to show me more?" I walked past and continued on toward the washrooms and waited just outside the door. A minute or two passed before she turned the corner and saw me waiting. I had peeked inside the men's room and saw that it was empty and gestured for her to follow me inside.

There was a large stall and as soon as we were in and the door was closed, we were on each other. As we made out, I pushed her shirt and bra up, unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them and her underwear down, exposing her small tits and that fabulous ass. Sucking on her hard nipples while massaging her phat ass, reaching around to finger her pussy, got her hornier and hornier. When she was ready, I had bend over with her hands on the wall, ready for me to enter her from behind.

I pulled my 7" hard cock out and applied spit to the head and shaft. Guiding myself to her entrance. I probed her to see if she was tight. As the head went in, I could tell I would need to ease into her just a little bit.. She groaned in pleasure as I grasped her ass and eased my cock fully into her tight pussy. I slow stroked her until she loosened up. Once I was slick with her juices, I began to fuck her hard, hands on her hips, thrusting deep into her, watching her butt ripple as I smacked into her. I could feel my heavy balls swing forward and slap against her clit. She was moaning quietly in time with my thrusts. Each moan I could tell she was getting closer. She went stiff as she came, her spasming vagina milking my cock. Feeling this, I couldn't help myself and I came hard too, my cum flooding her cunt.

I remained inside her as we both caught our breath. After I pulled out, a trickle of our fuck juices ran down her thigh. She gathered it on the fingers of her hand and with a saucy look at me, proceeded to lick them clean. Once done, she took my cock into her mouth to clean me too. "Mmmm, I love the taste of cum.", she said. I had begun to soften, but was fully erect again. She laughed. "No time for seconds. I have to get back to work."

She got her clothes back into place and then asked me for my phone. I unlocked it and handed it to her. She pulled out her phone and sent something from hers to mine. "I get off at 9. I want you and that wonderful cock to get me off soon after that."

She opened the door, checked that no one was in sight and left the men's room. I gathered myself back together. I looked at my phone. 'Liza', it read with her phone number. I smiled. I'd have to make some excuse to ditch Tom then. As I headed back to the table, I saw Tom. He looked like that cat that got the canary. "What’s up?", I asked.

"You know the waitress? The cute one? Her name’s Stacy. I got her digits.", he replied.

"You wanna hit her up tonight?" I asked. He shot me a look that said, 'Are you fucking kidding?'

What he did say was, “She’s got a roommate. The hostess? The one you can keep your eyes off of? Turns out, she thinks you’re sexy. I agreed we’d meet up and hang out after they close. I figured you’d be down with that.”

“Sounds good.. I wouldn’t mind getting better acquainted with that fine ass of hers.”, I said as nonchalantly as I could. Tod clearly was not buying my act at all.

We got a few extra drinks to pass the time until closing. We let Stacy and Liza know we’d be chilling in the parking lot waiting for them to come out. It took a while for the crew to close up so we had the engine running keeping the car warm. They rounded the corner of the restaurant toward the parking lot, the street light illuminating their warm breath in the cold night air and silhouetting their figures. Attracting their attention, they walked over to our car. Figuring out our plans was to go back to the girls place for drinks, Tom went off with Stacy in her car, while Linda climbed in with me to guide me there.

As we got underway and I pulled in behind Stacy’s hatchback on the side road, Liza slipped out from under her seatbelt. She pointed at Stacy’s car and said “just follow her, and keep up. She drives fast.“ She reached over and unzipped my pants. “Oh and don’t crash.” I was hardening rapidly as she undid the button to my pants. As she pulled out my cock and took me into her warm mouth, Stacy peeled out, with me belatedly noting the WRX badge on the car. “Shit!”, I exclaimed. I floored the gas to keep up.

Liza popped up long enough, with a smirk on her face, to say “Told you.” She then took me in as far as she could into the back of her throat, gagging herself. I groaned loudly. She repeated this until my cock was thickly coated with her spit, then she really began sucking me off; her hand stroking my shaft and mouth bobbing up and down on the tip vigorously. As I was struggling to follow the speed demon in front of me, I struggled not to cum with this succubus hellbent on drawing my soul out through my cock. Stacy and Tom were far off in the distance now and I would occasionally catch sight them when the road was straight enough. Even though I had just nutted hard in her hot pussy before dinner, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. I slowed to a reasonable speed and tried to postpone the inevitable.

It wasn't long. I pulled over. I could barely think. My last conscious action: put the car in park. I pushed her head down. My soul left my body.

I don't know how long I sat there afterwards. I looked over as I regained my senses. Liza had a bemused look on her face. "Good thing I didn't do that to you in the restaurant. I think the people who live here heard you cumming!", she giggled. I looked up. Sure enough, there was a house right there and the front porch light turned on. "We'd better get moving!", she laughed.

I didn't even put my dick away. I started the car and backed out of the driveway and took off down the road. As I drove, her hand had never left my cock and she began slow stroking me, keeping me partially erect. Pretending as if nothing was happening, she provided directions to their place. Only a little bit further, we arrived at their small cabin in the woods, the hatchback parked in the driveway. Once parked, Liza got out and looked at my erection. "Good to see you're not done for the night. Let's go in", she said.

I gathered myself back into my pants before leaving the car and following her up to the cabin. As I got inside, Stacy and Tom were already making out on the couch. Tom had already pushed up her shirt and bra exposing her perky tits. He was seemingly unaware of our entrance and sporting a massive hard on. Stacy, however, looked up at me, gave me a once over then smiled. She then turned her head to face Liza and gave her a wink.

"Let's make you drink in the kitchen. Let's give them a little privacy," Liza said, as she took my hand and guided me past the living area. Once there, I saw there were two tumbler glasses already on the island, one with some leftover liquid in them. Liza pulled some bottles from the cabinet and began to mix a drink.

"What's that you're making?", I asked curiously.

"Oh it's just my own special thing," she replied. She grabbed two clean glasses and poured the mixed drink into them. "Here. I'm sure you'll like it," she said, handing me one of the glasses. I took a sip. It was indescribably good.

"Wow! Holy shit!", I exclaimed. "Why isn't this at the pub?" I drained the rest of the glass, tilting the glass to get all of it. I could feel it trail down my throat and feel a buzz in my belly.

She had tilted her glass up but hadn't yet drunk. "Well you can't get this from your local liquor store, so this is just for special parties," she replied with a smile, clearly pleased. The buzz in my belly became a warm glow and a tingle in my cock. The tingle became a glow, and then a fire consuming all my awareness. She took a little sip, before putting her glass down. She glanced down at the tent in my pants. "It looks like you're ready for round three." She turned to face away from me and bent over the island. Pulling her pants down, and spreading her cheeks, revealing her anal entrance, she looked back at me and said, "How about a trifecta night?"

I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried. I whipped it out and it looked larger than I had ever seen it. My cock was like a guided missile and all the way in her ass in no time. She grunted a bit as I buried myself in her. Grabbing her by the hips, I don't know how long I fucked her ass in a frenzy until I came for the third time that night. I pulled out of her, but my cock was already hungry for more, still hard and throbbing. Liza led me by my erection back into the living room, clearly not caring that Tom and Stacy were there.

They were hard at it, fucking like animals. Stacy had Tom's cum on her chin already. She was on top, in cowboy, bottoming out each time. While not as nice as Liza's, Stacy's bottom was sexy too. Sensing this Liza commanded, "Double team her Mike. Fuck Stacy in the ass!"

Tom and I, we'd never done this before, group sex that is, but I got the strongest feeling that this was the right thing. I stood between Tom's legs and lined Stacy up for backdoor entry. As soon I penetrated, this sense of rightness became even stronger, even though Stacy was super tight back there and yelled "Holy fuck!" as my full lengh went into her. We mercilessly fucked her through several screaming orgasms, and a few of our own, until finally she bucked herself off our cocks, cum oozing out of her holes. While still panting, Stacy waved us away and said, "Now go do Liza. Tom, take her in back."

Liza guided me to a different spot on the couch as she mounted me in cowboy fashion. Again, once my cock was in her pussy, I got that feeling of rightness again, but I felt there was something missing. I saw Tom get in position behind Liza and it looked like something was troubling him. He wasn't as long as I was, but my God was his cock thick and veiny. But once his cock was in Liza's ass, his face took on a contented look and my sense of incompleteness went away. "Damn, Tom, you're stretching my ass out.", Liza said. "Now fuck me hard, both of you!"

I don't know what got into us. We had each already cum several times that night, but yet we still fucked Liza just as hard as we did Stacy, pounding both her holes. Meanwhile, Stacy took a seat opposite us, watching the show, while fingering her pussy. I could feel myself hitting Liza's cervix, but she didn't seem to mind considering the number of orgasms we gave her until she was exhausted and also waved us off. Until her hand gesture, I felt no urge to be elsewhere.

This went on the rest of the night. Tom and I couldn't seem to stop and didn't want to stop. We spit roasted both of them, mouth and our choice of ass or pussy, Tom and I taking turns at each position with them suspended in the air, deepthroating our cocks on one end and buried balls deep at the other. Hanging garden DPs, DAPs, DVPs, inverted 69s, whatever. I lost count of how many times I came in their holes and yet Liza and Stacy unnaturally seemed up for more. The cum that had oozed out from their holes got spread all over. The last thing I remember was Liza giving me a handjob. She seemed to know exactly where my edge was and kept me there for what seemed to be an eternity, and couldn't get her to stop either. I looked over and Stacy was doing the same to Tom. His eyes were half closed and he was moaning unintelligibly. I didn't think I had anything left to cum when she finally let me blast off. Aiming my cock into her mouth, she took it all, spurt after spurt jetting down her throat. It all went hazy after that.

I was partially awakened by some erotic moaning. We were still in the living room, warmed by the fire in the wood stove. Liza and Stacy were in a hot 69, cleaning mine and Tom's cum from their cunts and asses. It might have been a trick of the light from the wood fire, but I thought I saw some blobs of cum just sort of vanish into their skin. After a while, they left the room and I heard the shower going. The white noise lulled me back to sleep.

When I woke up later, it was the middle of the day. I was still fully naked and now extremely sore from the events of the previous night not unsurprisingly. I walked around the cabin and the girls were nowhere to be found. Strange, where did they go? I went to the front door and looked outside. Stacy's hatchback and our car were nowhere to be seen. I found my pants and the keys, phone and wallet were gone. I was getting really nervous. I got dressed and the shook Tom awake. "Tom, get dressed, we should get out of here," I said. "Do you have your phone? Your wallet?" Stumbling around to get dressed, he couldn't find his phone or wallet either. More anxious now, I said "Let's get the fuck out of here." and went to leave.

I tried to get past the threshold of the front door but once there, I could move no further. I backed up and tried again to no avail. To Tom it looked like I was just walking forwards and backwards. Tom, exasperated, said "What the hell are you doing?", pushed me aside and tried to leave and came to dead stop like me.

"You can't move to leave right?", I asked.

"No, can you push me out?", he asked worriedly. I have him a good shove. He didn't move. I pushed him as hard as I could, but it felt like pushing against a brick wall. "Mike, are you even pushing? It doesn't feel like you're pushing at all."

"Yeah I'm pushing as hard as I can. What the hell is going on here?", I said. "Let me try something, I'm going to come at you at a run." I backed up, as far as I could, ran at him, lowered my shoulders targeting his upper back. This was a big mistake. I bounced right off him, again like running into a brick wall, my shoulder now sore. He tried this tactic too, and now both of us had sore shoulders. We could push the front door open with a stick, but we couldn't move a finger past the threshold. Even with the front door open, we were so far from the road or neighbors, there was no chance someone would hear us. We tried the backdoor and all the windows and couldn't get out those ways either.

We continued to try to find a way out, when we heard their hatchback roll up the driveway. Stacy and Liza had returned from wherever they had gone. We pushed the door open and warned them that we were trapped by some sort of magic field. They looked at each other and laughed. "We know. It's our field.", Stacy said, and the two walked right in bringing in a few bags of groceries.

"See," Liza said as she easily stepped back out, "we can come and go, but you two did really well last night, so we're not letting you leave until we're done with you."

"If you're as enthusiastic as you were last night," said Stacy with a smile, her blue eyes glowing red, "you love every minute of it."

"Yes, of us drinking your soul, drop by drop. Now grab something to eat and drink. We have a long night planned." Liza added before both of them shed their full length coats revealing their sexy lingerie outfits. I was aroused again. Maybe this wouldn’t be a bad way to go out.

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“Does the redhead get eaten?” “I guess I don’t hear it” “Besides the wooooo in the background” “not the good drugs” “I mean, his name is Trevor” “what the fuck” “Oh it’s this guy” “She looks much older than the character. Same with the other girl, too. They’re easily late 20s, and they’re portraying high schoolers?” “Good god” “Did it say how many weeks later?” “Is it the same night?” “heavy breathing.” “actually more moderate breathing” “He’s hunting wabbits” “What did he expect to do? He’s gong to see a figure that looks like a girl” “Oh hell yeah” “That was quick” “You want to be sure you’re getting the ghost, but by then it’s too late” laughter

“Oh yeah. They traded brain stuff” laughter 

“I’m not laughing at Garth; I’m laughing at the phrase” “Plus it’s digital camo. The digital desert camo” “thigh slapper ale” while caressing my thigh lol

“Face”

“It’s more of a cheek thing I guess” “Who the fuck is he talking to?” “She reminds me of the art dealer lady with the mirrors” “Killed him myself. Ope. Never mind” “Don’t mix up your screwdriver there. Goddamn. Ope. Never mind” “Kid’s getting wasted now” “Is she drunk?” “No, never mind” “I mean you’d get tipsy pretty fast as a little kid but goddamn” “Off with his head” “Oh shit” “The lady can see it but not him or whatever” It’s funny because Jensen has his own microbrews

“What the fuck is wrong with this dude? Is it tainted or something?” “the fuck” laughter “what a fkn dick” “why the fuck would she say anything?” “HOLY FUCK” “How is that working?” “So you just gotta stay drunk as fuck to see this thing?” “boobies” “huh” “But he said he didn’t drink?” “X-files music” “what’s in the bottle? Or is it some fancy alcohol? I’m already lost” “How do you see it through the video tape? How does that make any sense?” laughter “That was pretty funny” “I don’t think I’ve ever met a vodka that gets poured out of a bottle like that. In fact, it looks like a cognac or whiskey that they put water in it” “hahah” “don’t hang up on that. Gotta talk them out of it” “It’s an alcohol spirit. Haha” “IS that why we call them spirits? I don’t actually know why we call them spirits” laughter

“Ah yes”

“No such thing as localization” “Is that a shadow or just a really hairy spirit?” “I suppose she had a lot of hair” “good luck with that” “Oh it’s his fkn kid” “One helluva hunt. Grab your gun. Grab your liquor. Get drunk before you go” “Same guy for the samurai sword” “He’s not going to even dry it off? Put it away wet???” “Yes” “Wouldn’t you want to put your back up against the wall since the thing can get you from behind?” “As if a monster ghost thing couldn’t hear your whispering” “I mean to be honest, I’d probably run with him too. Fuck it” “He kept zooming out to the lady. Who’s that?” “We met her already, right?” laughter

“Now there’s definitely nothing there. Just fkn run” “Don’t just stand there you idiot. Run. You’re dead now. You didn’t run fast enough” “ugh whatever man” “So if you’re not drunk…they’re all fkn drunk” Laughter

“Who gave him the sword back” “That’s pretty badass” “Even has the sticker on it so you can return it” “That was fkn cool” laughter

“You almost got fucked by a ghost but” “Did Sam do it?” “I thought Sam went through all that. Don’t answer the question. Wasn’t that like S1 or s2 with the special kids?” “I don’t know” “Hug it out bro” “I don’t even know what he said’ “I think he’s the same height he came in at” laughter

“I don’t understand that. Was he already a ghost once?” “He knows how to kill em I guess” “Doesn’t the chair move or something?” “Oh there he is. Hey bitch” “Fkn blue hat” “that must have been a lot of funnier back then. They stage it every time.”

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[histits]

Dean stays with Bobby into the new year. He does some tune ups on the car and helps Bobby out with his projects. He cooks them breakfast most mornings and it takes him back to one of the long stays he and Sam had spent here before it all went to shit between Bobby and his dad. He’d been fourteen and said he wanted to learn how to cook and Bobby had laughed and said he only knew how to make breakfast and heat up some soup. Dean didn’t say it but Bobby made the fluffiest pancakes and the best scrambled eggs he’d ever had, and he’d eaten in diners all over the country at that point. And besides, when he thought of a home-cooked meal, he thought of this kitchen and Bobby’s hands making food.

One afternoon Bobby puts on Rumours as they work on an old rusted out Firebird. A few songs in, Dean asks who this is and Bobby gives him the most scandalized look he’s ever seen in his life.

“Did your Daddy teach you nothin’?'' he asks, half-jokingly. Dean ducks back under the hood and laughs. “You’re missing out on the classics, boy.”

Dean tells him about the albums he’s been listening to, from the recommendations of strangers. Tells him about Ben Folds but not Indigo Girls. He mentions Tracy Chapman and he knows the tone of his voice is reverent.

“I got a live album of hers around here somewhere. Remind me tonight and I’ll dig it out for you,” Bobby says.

Dean pops his head over the hood to peer at Bobby, “Really?”

“Sure.” The next song starts and Bobby puts a hand out and tilts his head up, as if to listen to the music better, “Alright, quiet, pay attention.”

They’re quiet for a few songs, just the sound of their tools and Fleetwood Mac, and then.

Time cast a spell on you but you won't forget me

I know I could've loved you but you would not let me

Dean is abruptly thankful to be able to hide behind the hood of this car. Then he smiles. Bobby's picked this album on purpose, of course, and that’s what puts a lump in his throat. They hadn’t talked about it since the first day, but he spends the first blue days of 2003 in the care of a man who can speak in the languages that don’t get lodged in Dean’s throat.

-

It gets too cold one week to work on the car, even in the little shed serving as a faux-mechanic shop. Bobby had rigged up a heating setup there but it just wasn’t insulated, so with highs in the single digits they stayed inside for most of the week. They played cards and Dean slowly made his way through more of Bobby’s sci-fi collection. Bobby unearthed a pile of his favorite records and Dean played them while he drank coffee and made breakfast in the morning.

Bobby made an enormous batch of stew and at night they watched Food Network. One night, Ina Garten said she was making a roast chicken dinner and a tiramisu to welcome her husband home. Dean thought the roast chicken seemed far, far out of his skill level but the tiramisu…he could see himself making that. For someone he loved. Dean took a drink of his beer and pretended his heart didn’t ache.

Dean went out once a day to start the Impala and Bobby’s truck and let them run for a few minutes, and each time came bursting back inside in a gust of cold air rubbing his frozen hands together and grabbing for a fresh cup of coffee.

Bobby eventually frowned at him and said, “Need to get you some real winter gear, you’ll freeze your balls off.”

Dean shrugged, “It’s fine, not that cold.” Bobby looked at him like he’d spoken gibberish, and okay. Maybe he deserved that look while he was standing in the kitchen with his shoulders up to his ears cradling a cup of coffee in both hands like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

Bobby digs around that day and finds him a bright orange ribbed ski hat and an ugly pair of camo hunting gloves. He wears them the next day when Bobby drives the two of them into town to a Goodwill, and warrants no objections from Dean. The two of them flip through coats together until they come upon a good, sturdy Carhartt.

“You need anything else?” Bobby asks. And the thing is, Dean hates thrift stores. Tries to avoid them whenever he has the cash for a Walmart instead. He hates thinking about Sam getting made fun of in middle school for the clothes Dean had bought him, hates remembering the two of them swimming in their clothes they’d bought two sizes too big just so they’d last longer. But this had been unexpectedly nice, just flipping through coats with Bobby and showing him the ones with crazy colors and patterns that made him laugh.

“Yeah, actually,” Dean says. They end up flipping through shirts and Dean finds a Led Zeppelin t-shirt that he can’t pass up. While Dean goes to look through the jeans Bobby says he’ll be over in homewares, which Dean thinks is kind of a funny image but just nods and tells him he’ll meet him there.

When Dean makes his way over with the cart Bobby is already walking toward him, two mugs in hand.

“Whatcha got?”

Bobby raises the mugs triumphantly. They’re two white mugs with blue geese marching around the rim. It was the mug Dean had seen Bobby drink from as long as he’d known him in duplicate. “You ever see these you grab ‘em for me, will ya?”

“What, one isn’t enough?”

“It’s just in case.”

“Just in case, what?”

“Just in case I break ‘em,” Bobby says, and puts them in the cart.

“Bobby, how many goose mugs have you broken?” Dean asks. Bobby just looks at him and then turns to walk toward the register, and Dean laughs. “Bobby!”

Dean is still laughing as the cashier rings them up and Bobby pays for everything, and it’s not helped that Bobby has pulled on such a gruff look to counteract the revelation that he stockpiles the one mug he’ll drink out of because he can’t help but break them, apparently.

“Thanks, Bobby,” Dean says as they walk out, seeing as the only things Bobby’d gotten were those two mugs and a paperback, while Dean had taken the opportunity to grab a few pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts, a new belt, the Carhartt, and a University of South Dakota sweatshirt that had looked so comfortable he couldn’t pass it up.

“You’re welcome, can’t have you traipsing around the country with no real coat, idjit.” They pile their haul into the back seat of Bobby’s truck and Dean walks the cart back. “You hungry?” Bobby asks.

“Starving,” Dean says.

“How do you feel about Chinese?”

“There’s Chinese in Sioux Falls?” Dean asks, incredulously.

“This ain’t the middle of nowhere,” Bobby shoots back.

Later Dean wrinkles his nose as the massive plate of egg foo young Bobby ordered is placed on the table. Bobby rolls his eyes and tells him to stop making that face and try a little. Dean wrinkles his nose but does.

As always, Bobby is right.

At the end of the meal they crack open their fortune cookies and Dean reads his aloud.

“Miles are covered one step at a time.”

[dsch-no-4-opus-83]

aesthetic tag yourself!

my aesthetic 🖋

striped tees, fountain pens, fluffy cats, hot coffee 24/7, both classical and progressive rock music, sleepy eyes, tortoiseshell glasses, early morning blue hour, suits with sports shoes, diminutive frame

my friend r’s aesthetic 🎻

violin, the colour green, big stuffed toys, small handwriting, shaking hands, japanese, warm hugs, both indie electronica and classical music, red socks, cat food always in the bag, late-night research spirals

my friend t’s aesthetic 📘

blue, digital watch, big HimboTM energy, piano music, playing mobile games lying on the floor, italian cuisine, sleeping early, viola, k-pop and jazz both, evening blue hour, hoodies, the moon

my friend a’s aesthetic 🔮

relaxed witchy vibes, indie films, floral dresses, crystals, black cats, old buildings and shops, hand-me-down clothing, taking things slow, writing poetry, secondhand books, golden hour, bass guitar

my friend j’s aesthetic 🎸

camo, animations and cartoons, broadway productions, sketches, gaming music, big glasses, loud laughs, guitar covers, 报复性熬夜, big jacket collection, multicolour, fried chicken, stickers