#not saying we are friends or anything but we’re cool and still chat once in a while yknow since we’re like friends beforehand lol

[k-illdarlings]

how does one get a boyfriend

[gojodickbig]

car sex with bsf!satoru x f!reader😗

conts: nsfw!!! MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!

wc: 3k.

divider from @uzmacchiato !!

if looks could kill,

that brunette dude you were just chatting with? yeah, he’d already be six feet under.

don’t get him wrong—satoru gojo isn’t the jealous type. seriously, he’s not. and he knows you’re not doing anything wrong; you’re just out here having fun. but watching you laugh at some guy’s jokes? that was enough to make his blood boil and his head spin like he might actually hurl.

and seriously, he knew for a fact that guy wasn’t that funny.

so why the hell were you laughing so much?

satoru knows that what he’s about to do now isn’t fair. not even close. because he’s just your best friend. he’s been your best friend for years now—the one who’s always had your back, the one who’s sat through your messy breakups, listened to your drunken venting, and never once let you down. you trust him with your life.

he’s your ride or die.

and god, you’re his.

and unfortunately for that guy, satoru gojo doesn’t share what’s his.

or well…what’s about to be his.

satoru moves through the crowd, his sharp eyes never leaving you. your smile was still a little too wide for his liking.

when he reaches you, your eyes settle on him, and your look softens.

his heart stopped for a second.

“oh! satoru,” you say, flashing him a smile, “this is—”

“sorry,” gojo cuts you off, his voice smooth, turning to the guy and flashing him one of his disarming grins. “i need to borrow her for a sec.”

you blink, surprised by the interruption, but before you can even protest, gojo’s hand is around your arm, guiding you away.

“we’re leaving,” he says firmly, his voice a little too low.

you stumble a bit to keep up with his pace. “wait, satoru, what’s going on? why—?”

he doesn’t say anything right away, pulling you through the crowd and outside into the cool night air. when you’re out of sight of the party, he finally slows down, but he doesn’t let go of your arm. stopping, he turns to face you.

“seriously, what was that?” you ask, your tone a little confused, but you have a pretty good idea of what’s going on.

he takes a deep breath, like he’s just been through a war. “he was getting way too close to you,” he mutters, his voice tight. “and you were—” he stops himself for a second, like he’s trying to control his frustration. “fuck—i just didn’t like it.”

you blink, thrown off by the sudden shift. “satoru, we were just talking. it wasn’t like that.”

gojo crosses his arms and gives you a pointed look, his mouth twisting into a frustrated but amused frown. “don’t play dumb. you were leaning in, hanging on his every word. i’ve never heard you laugh that much at my jokes.”

you open your mouth to protest, but before you can even speak, a small laugh escapes your lips.

“so that’s what it’s about?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “you’re jealous?” you sigh, taking a deep breath. “satoru, i wasn’t leaning into him. i don’t even like him. he’s just a friend from middle school. he recognized me and came to say hi. we were just catching up. i was laughing because he was telling me stories from back then, not because he’s some funny guy.”

gojo’s jaw tightens, his brows furrowing as he looks at you. then he lets out a low, frustrated “oh,” like the realization just hit him. “so you weren’t getting all googly-eyed over him?”

you shrug, suppressing a smile. “no, dumbass, i wasn’t.”

he runs a hand through his hair, clearly trying to keep his cool. “well, shit. i don’t know why it bugged me so much. guess i just don’t like seeing other guys around you. especially when you give them that look.”

you roll your eyes, unable to hold back the smile now. “i told you, i wasn’t giving him any look and he was just being friendly.”

he shrugs with a grin, trying to act cool. “yeah, well, i didn’t like it anyway.”

-

the walk to the car had been quiet, too quiet for you. when you two arrived at the car, he opened the passenger door and gestured for you to get in.

“get inside. please.”

sliding into the seat, you barely had time to register the sound of the door slamming before he rounded the car and climbed in beside you.

the car was dark, the faint glow of the streetlight outside illuminating his sharp features as he turned to you.

“i’m sorry, by the way. i didn’t want to ruin your night, you know. but fuck, you drive me fucking crazy. seeing you talking so close with that guy drove me mad.” he reached out, his hand sliding up your face and squeezing it gently. “do you even realize what you do to me? i’m so fucking tired of hiding it just because i don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

your breath hitched as his words sank in, your pulse pounding in your ears. “satoru—”

“shh,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. “i’m talking now.”

his hand reached out, sliding down your thigh and pushing the hem of your dress higher. “tell me to stop, sweetheart. tell me to stop, and i will.”

“satoru—���

“tell me, baby. what do you want? want me to stop?” his hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your panties. he groaned softly, his breath hot against your skin.

“no—no, please don’t stop.”

and in that moment, satoru gojo lost his mind.

before you could process anything else, his lips were on yours. rough. hungry. demanding. his hand left your thigh to grip the back of your neck, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss. his tongue parted your lips with no hesitation, sliding against yours as if claiming every part of you in that moment.

the kiss was hot and dizzying, leaving you breathless as he devoured you like he’d been waiting for this forever. his teeth scraped against your lower lip, a low growl rumbling in his throat when he heard the soft whimper you couldn’t hold back.

he pulled back suddenly, his hand leaving your neck as he reached down to undo his belt with quick, practiced movements. the sound of the buckle clinking echoed in the tight space, followed by the low rasp of his zipper. he freed himself, his cock hard and throbbing, the sight making your mouth go dry.

“come here,” he ordered, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you onto his lap.

the cramped space made it awkward—your knees bumping against the console, your dress tangling even more up around your thighs. his hands slid under your thighs again, lifting you slightly to settle you over him. you gasped when his hand returned to your panties, his fingers teasing you one last time before pulling them aside.

“fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured, his fingers sliding through your slick heat. “you were thinking about this too, weren’t you?”

“yes,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“that’s what i thought,” he said, his grin cocky as he pressed his thumb against your clit, drawing a soft whimper from your lips. “fuck, look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “so desperate for me. say it.”

“s-say what?”

“say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” you gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. “i’m yours, satoru. all yours. always.”

“damn right you are.”

you bucked against his hand faster, chasing the pleasure he was giving you, but he stopped suddenly, pulling his hand away entirely. you whined at the loss of contact, but he only smirked, guiding his cock to your entrance.

“take it slow, baby,” he murmured, his voice softer now but no less commanding. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

you bit your lip as you sank down onto him, the stretch making your breath hitch. his hands gripped your hips tightly, grounding you as you adjusted to the feeling.

his lips found yours again, this time slower but just as intense, as if he was savoring you now. the kiss deepened with every second. you clung to him, trying to adjust to his cock, feeling like you might melt into the seat if he didn’t hold you up.

“fuck,” you gasped, your head falling against his shoulder. “you’re so big—it feels so goooood.”

his chest rumbled with a groan, his grip on your hips tightening. “yeah? taking me so fucking well, baby.”

you tried to move, but the cramped space and his overwhelming size left you breathless. his hands slid down to your ass, lifting you slightly to guide you. he thrust up into you in sharp, deliberate strokes, hitting spots that had you crying out.

“fuck, satoru,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders. “you’re so deep. i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he growled, his voice rough. “you’re made for me. just like that, baby. perfect fucking pussy—fuck.” he groaned.

your rhythm quickened, desperation driving your movements. the sound of your skin meeting his filled the small space, his low groans and your soft moans mingling in the dark.

“you’re close, aren’t you?” he asked, his thumb finding your clit again. “i can feel it. let go for me, baby girl. come on.”

your orgasm hit like a wave, your walls clenching around him as your body shook. the pleasure tore through you, leaving you gasping for air as your head dropped onto his shoulder.

“fuck,” he hissed, his pace faltering as he neared his own release. his voice was strained when he spoke again. “where do you want it, sweetheart? tell me.”

“inside,” you breathed, your voice trembling but certain. “want it inside. toru, please.”

“god, you’re gonna kill me,” he groaned, gripping your hips tightly as he buried himself deep. with one final thrust, he came, spilling into you as a guttural moan tore from both your lips and his. the heat of him filled you, the sensation making your already trembling body shiver.

for a few moments, the car was silent except for the sound of your ragged breathing. satoru’s hands slid up your back, holding you against his chest as he rested his forehead against your shoulder.

“i should’ve told you what i feel for you sooner if i’d known your pussy was this good…” he let out a breathy laugh, clearly pleased with himself.

you lifted your head, your hand swatting weakly at his shoulder. “you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, though the slight curve of your lips betrayed you.

“yeah? but now you’re stuck with me,” he smirked, tilting his head to capture your lips in a softer, slower kiss this time.

when he pulled back, his pale blue eyes locked onto yours, unguarded for once. “i mean it, though,” he said, voice softer now. “i should’ve told you how i feel sooner. you’ve always been it for me, you know?”

your chest tightened at his words, the raw sincerity in his tone making your heart race all over again. “well,” you murmured, brushing a strand of his hair back, “you’ve got me now, so don’t screw it up.”

satoru chuckled, the cocky grin returning to his face.

“trust me, sweetheart. i wasn’t planning on it.”

he leaned in, pressing one last kiss to your lips, and as his arms tightened around you, you knew you’d never want him to. “let’s go home now, yeah?”

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[neysaadept]

Prometheus Chapter 12

Emily Prentiss x Female CIA Reader

Chapter 12 - Let's Chat

Tags: Swearing, canon typical violence, therapy, mentions of sexual assault, murder, torture, strangulation. No beta reader, mistakes are all me. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 6.6k

AO3

“I think this is the first time you had a good excuse for missing a session that wasn’t entirely work related.”

You laugh as your therapist scribbles information on the notepad resting on her thighs. She was sitting on the white chair across from your position on the couch in your apartment. Brian really called out all the stops in making this happen.

You have been seeing Nina Davis for the last four years as part of mandatory therapy because of your unique situation in joining the CIA. Whenever you were stateside, you had to see her and thanks to Rebecca Wilson, you get to see her for six months instead of a couple sessions snuck in before you were deployed once more. The CIA always wanted to get you back working in the field as soon as you were debriefed and cleared.

Nina was a thin woman with well-manicured nails, you couldn’t remember a time they weren’t perfectly filed and polished. Often, they were clear coated but depending on the season or holiday, she dazzled with some color. Like now her nails are colored burgundy that compliment her rust color sweater. Since it was Sunday, she has on jeans and tennis shoes which was about as casual as Nina got. In her office, it was always business casual. You noticed it was only in the last year and a half Nina’s straight blonde hair was paling as she pushed fifty. It was still a lovely shade that made her just as beautiful as it frames her face and slides across her shoulders as she moves.

It makes your thoughts shift to how Emily’s hair does the same but since hers was longer, it cascaded so smoothly like water. You wonder how it would feel to run your hands through it …

Then you hear your name being spoken with increasing urgency to get your attention. You look at Nina apologetically. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“Where did you go just now?” she asks in that annoyingly knowing therapeutic curiosity.

“Thinking about work.” She doesn’t buy it and raises a brow to have you elaborate further. “Fine. A co-worker.”

“Are you getting along well with them? You mentioned that Prentiss was causing you problems that first week.”

You shrug, not realizing that what you thought was a simple relieved smile was broad and bright. “Yeah, things are much better. We talked it out and came to a mutual understanding.”

Nina squints wisely. “You have a new friend.”

Damn she’s still good at this shit, you think.

“I wouldn’t call us friends. Not sure people like us define our …” you struggle to find the right words for you and Emily as your curling fingers circle one another in front of you as if trying to grab onto the right words. You’re coworkers for sure. And she has gone out of her way to make you be social with the BAU. You have a lot in common but enough differences to keep each other on a playful edge. The woman knew how to make you feel safe around her and not be on guard.

“ … uh, I guess we’re a budding friendship?” You wince. “That sounds lame.”

“It’s not lame at all.” You smile. “It’s difficult for you to connect with new people so this is really nice to hear.”

“Yeah. The BAU has been really cool. I even got a desk and everything,” you admit fondly.

“Good. You’re integrating well.” She scribbles more notes down. “Any issues come up with your past?”

You think back to a few gaffs with Prentiss, but it works out now that she has clearance. “I did let it slip that Rebecca bailed me out of the AWOL situation without specifics. Brian doesn’t know …” you say warily.

Nina chuckles. “Not the first time you’ve told me this, and he doesn’t have to know now. He gave the section chief some leeway in your background. So, this shouldn’t be a problem.” She looks up at you. “Does she know anything else?”

“That I’m a spy. She was one, too.”

“Common ground is nice. Anything else?” She senses you’re hiding something and pushes gently.

You look away with your tongue firmly pressing against the back of your teeth. Your knee starts bouncing frantically. Nina knows the signs of when you are delving deep into your childhood trauma.

“I …” You clear your throat and rest your head against the back of the couch cushions. “The case I worked with Prentiss and Rossi. The unsub was a victim of sexual assault.” Nina is quiet, letting the silence be a sign to continue to share further if you’re comfortable. “The guy she wanted to kill was an unconfirmed rapist in the eyes of the law. But she knew he was guilty and got off on technicalities with a lot of money getting good lawyers. So, despite the fact that I wanted her to slice his throat open and watch the fucker die …” You stop there as your eyes get wet with tears and work your lips as you reach down to find the courage you need continue. “… I shared … I shared that I knew how she felt … as a survivor. Talked her down.”

“That had to be difficult.”

“Yeah, it really fucking was and I feel so guilty about it.”

She says your name softly. “Why is that?”

“Because …” you suddenly lean forward over your legs, your arms bracing you upright while balling your hands into fists. “… I wasn’t honest with her. I couldn’t fucking tell her that I killed my abuser when she never could. It’s fucking bullshit what happened to her. Me. Anyone this happens to. I fucking hate that I had to fucking lie to her so much, but I knew if I said it, she’d snap and try to kill her mark and then she’d be shot to death.”

“You didn’t want her to get hurt. Or die.”

“No!” You shake your head and growl. “She didn’t want to die. She just wanted justice.”

“You’re still trying to reconcile saving her life by lying. You’ve done that numerous times in the past. But this was different.”

“Yes!” You look up with wild eyes. “Of course it was!”

Nina sets her pen down, cradling the notepad as she looks sympathetically at you. “Did you talk to Brian about this?”

“No …”

“How about someone from the Prometheus unit?”

You sigh and lean back. “No.”

“Just me then.”

You twist your lips and sigh again. “No. Well, not exactly.”

“Can you explain further?” she says with gentle caution.

“Well, I didn’t out right say I was feeling guilty, but Emily knows that I killed my abuser. And she’s a profiler. She knows how to add all that shit up to a reasonable conclusion.” You hold your hands up in defeat. “She’s not stupid.”

“You don’t share these things so easily. Or at all.” Her blue eyes are scrutinizing you and you feel exposed. “What’s changed?”

You nervously lick your lips before biting the lower half from spilling how your heart has developed a rather large soft spot for the section chief. After a few beats of uncomfortable silence on your part, not Nina’s, she sits back up and accepts the non-answer. You know she has suspicions. “You don’t have to tell me. But it would be a good idea to revisit this at our next session since you’re going to be with these people for another …” She flips through her notes. “Five months?”

You nod in confirmation.

“Good. Now … let’s shift gears with how you’re handling the Sicarius case.”

Non Boss Chat Created at 1258

Penelope Garcia invited JJ and Tara Lewis to the chat.

Penelope Garica changed their username to Queen Penelope.

Queen Penelope sent at 1301: GUYS EMILY FLAKED OUT ON ASKING WHITLOCK OUT!!!

JJ joins the chat.

JJ sent 1325: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WHEN?!

Queen Penelope sent 1325: Yesterday. She was all set to do it but then just came back and said she changed her mind.

Queen Penelope sent 1326: I want to know WHY

Queen Penelope changed JJ username to Cheeto Mom.

Cheeto Mom sent 1327: Spill. What exactly happened???

Cheeto Mom sent 1327: And WTF Pen. Really? Cheeto Mom?

Queen Penelope sent 1327: Yes! You are a mom and like Cheetos! So duh, Cheeto Mom!

Tara Lewis joins the chat.

Cheeto Mom sent 1328: Why can’t I be a queen like you?

Queen Penelope changed Cheeto Mom username to Queen Cheeto Mom.

Queen Penelope sent 1329: Better?

Queen Cheeto Mom sent 1331: Very

Tara Lewis sent 1331: What the hell did I just walk in on?

Queen Penelope changes Tara Lewis username to Bisexual Goddess.

Queen Cheeto Mom sent 1332: Emily was going to ask Whitlock out and didn’t!

Bisexual Goddess sent 1332: WHAT

Bisexual Goddess sent 1332: You are all not playing with me right? Also, I approve of the name change.

Queen Penelope sent 1333: We are not! And Yay!

Queen Penelope sent 1333: Our Emily really likes her but I don’t know why she doesn’t want to now.

Queen Cheeto Mom sent 1335: I repeat SPILL.

Queen Cheeto Mom sent 1335: WHAT HAPPENED???

Queen Penelope sent 1340: OK. We were at Quantico yesterday to deal with Spiderboy. When cutie left the lair I asked Emily about the whole into her thing. Cuz HELLO Emily is so loving the attention she was getting from her at Fireside. Emily denied I confirmed and after an amazing pep talk by yours truly she got up to go ask her out. Then when she came back she was all sad and that made me sad and when I asked why she was sad she just said she changed her mind. And when I pressed further, she told me to drop it rather angrily 😭

Bisexual Goddess sent 1350: That’s weird. Even for Emily. Did she say anything about why she changed her mind. Did she even talk to Whitlock?

Queen Penelope sent 1353: No. She didn’t. I got that out of her but nothing else.

Queen Penelope sent 1354: OOOOOOO maybe we can get Rebecca in on this to help!

Bisexual Goddess sent 1355: HELL NO! Were you NOT there on Friday when I said she hates people meddling in her love life? Need to let these two sort it out. Least we know our girl didn’t fuck things up with her mouth.

Queen Cheeto Mom sent 1401: Buuuuuuut … we can at least find out wtf happened with Emily.

Queen Cheeto Mom sent 1402: I’ll talk to Emily and see what happened.

Queen Penelope sent 1403: WHEN

Queen Cheeto Mom sent 1405: At soccer right now.

Bisexual Goddess sent 1406: They winning?

Queen Penelope sent 1406: Is Michael scoring all the goals?

Queen Cheeto Mom sent 1415: Yes and Yes 😊 One time at the wrong goal post LOL

User45125: Same shit on my end. Life. Will life get in the way with you being around?

FlamePit23: I’m not a psychic. But the plan is to be more active. Bunch of idiots on this board need a proper education and happy to enroll them in how to not blow yourself up and die and instead find the rush of fire to cover up all those lies.

User45125: All the lies of the world.

FlamePit23: And humanity.

User45125: Still the same old prophetic sounding girl I know. Good. Had any fun lately?

FlamePit23: Minor annoyances. Don’t want to go too big just yet until I’m ready for the next masterpiece.

User45125: Maybe I can help with that.

FlamePit23: That right? Do tell.

“Haven’t heard from him since,” you explain to Emily in her office. You wanted to make sure to brief her in full then just the quick update by text last night on your personal phone. Emily had turned one of the computer screens so the two of you could view the messages on either side of her desk.

“We need to tread carefully with this.” Emily leans back while running the fingers of one hand over the palm of the other. “After Green, he might sense another mole.”

You nod. “Agreed. I’m optimistic he sees me as the real user. Confirms the user is female like I anticipated, but until we know how he wants to help; we’re in a holding pattern until he explains further.”

“I’ll get Garcia on requisitioning burner phones for your use. If this continues, he’ll want to reach out and talk to you. Someone like this FlamePit23 will want to remain off the grid.”

“Makes sense. We’ll have to see how Pen’s doing with the digital footprints.”

“And you not having one will work in our favor. Soon as he sees your face, he’ll go snooping.” She looks at you and then nods. “Finally, your mysterious past works in our favor.”

You chuckle. “I thought my mysterious past was already working in our favor when I showed up at your door like the CIA leprechaun.”

Emily’s reaction is one sculpted brow raising.

“Uh …” You bring your arms up in a circle. “Stipend. Pot of gold.”

She remains unimpressed.

You lower your arms in a huff. “I didn’t wanna say I was your sugar mama again but …”

“Whitlock!” She growls and throws a pen sideways at you. “That’s not funny!”

You bring your hands up to deflect the pen that ricochets off your palm and to the floor. “Why I said pot of gold!”

“Just … go.” She waves you away. “Out! Go talk to Garcia and get your cover sorted.”

You pivot onto your feet in a flourish that has you standing at attention in the next second. You salute playfully. “Yes, ma’am.” And then before Emily had a chance to throw the piece of paper she was balling up; you make a swift exit.

Emily still chucks it after you, watching it arc in the air before it pitifully hits the floor at the threshold of her office door then rolls to a stop. Her face deeply sets into a frown as she is left wondering why you must remain so fucking adorable. It didn’t make this easier – stepping away because you clearly had no interest in her. Only this Nina that Brian set you up with. And fuck, Emily had been so sure Penelope was right in convincing her to go after you because she had just overheard how you were embarrassed singing in front of her and confirming that she had clearance. It made her feel nervous and excited all at once and it wasn’t a mixture of emotions she would have thought possible to feel for another woman again.

“Hey, Em.” JJ pokes her head through the doorway and looks down at the ball of paper. “Uh, you busy?”

“No, JJ. Come on in.”

She reaches down to pick up the paper. “You sure?” JJ shakes the wad and throws it back to Emily as she stands up to close the door.

Emily catches it with a flinch. “Yes. Why?”

“Whitlock told us a tale of woe of you trying to papercut her to death,” she says with a twinkle in her eye.

“As usual, that woman likes to exaggerate.” She sets the paper aside with more force than intended. “What can I do for you, JJ?”

“Well, I was curious about something.” She doesn’t elaborate further as she sits across from Emily.

Emily’s danger sense starts to go off, and her brown eyes narrow suspiciously. “About what exactly?”

That accusing tone makes JJ sit up straighter and grins knowingly. “About the woman you tried to hit that with when you should be hitting on her.”

“God damn it, Penelope …” Emily complains, lowering her head over the desk as she grips the roots of grey hair with frustration. She should’ve known Penelope would have said something even though she warned her not to. “Who else knows?”

“Just me and Tara.” Something inaudible was heard and JJ leaned in closer. “What was that?”

“I said shoot me.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, even for you Emily.” JJ tightens her lips at seeing her friend so wound up. “I’m just here to understand what happened.”

“You’re here to spy on me and report back.”

“Emily, look …” She stops, disappointed that Emily hasn’t looked up yet. “Hey, I rather I wasn’t talking to your head.

JJ watches as Emily’s shoulders dramatically rise and fall before she looks up and lets her hands fall against the desk. “She had a date.”

That made JJ jerk back in confusion. “Whitlock?” Emily nods. “So, you didn’t ask her out because she had a date? Suppose that doesn’t surprise me. Doesn’t take much for you to run away.”

Emily pushes herself up with an elbow and leans back. “Gee. Thanks, JJ.”

“It’s true! You suck at dating.” Her face drops with gentle sincerity. “And you suck at noticing when people have the hots for you.” She dramatically points to herself with two thumbs. “Case in point.”

She laughs morosely. “Fair. But keep in mind we were in two different places mentally and emotionally when that was happening.”

The back-and-forth affection that went beyond friendship just never connected at the right time for JJ and Emily. They long made peace with that fact years ago that it wasn’t meant to be. JJ moved on with Will and it really saddened her that Emily hadn’t found that special someone yet – which was by design or her friend’s awkwardness, the jury was still out. She knew that Emily wanted all of those things – a partner she could trust and confide in and start a long-term relationship with that meant moving in together and perhaps even marriage. The woman across from her kept self-sabotaging any chance of that from blossoming so far.

“And it doesn’t matter,” Emily states again.

“You need glasses because that girl was all over you on Friday with hands and eyes. Sometimes, those eyes of hers actually found yours when she wasn’t staring at your tits,” JJ teases.

“Then why was she so apologetic about this Nina?” she counters in anger, but it made her feel better that you were staring at her boobs.

“Wow.” JJ is shocked. “You really like her.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She brought her hand up to purposefully cut JJ off. “I mean it. I made my decision, and I stand by it. And I swear that the three of you need to stay out of it. I’m not going after Whitlock since she’s already maybe probably has someone.”

“Bu-“

“I mean it, JJ.” She glares hard at her. “And I don’t want to have this conversation again with any of you. And I fucking swear if Whitlock hears about this …”

“Hey, Em. Come on. We wouldn’t do anything like that to embarrass you. Or her. That’s crossing a line none of us would do.”

Emily seems to be appeased and nods curtly. “Good.”

“But …”

She groans in annoyance but allows JJ to continue.

“… I think it says a lot that you were going to take a chance on her. But making a decision on a partially overheard conversation doesn’t do your profiling skills justice.”

“What are you on about?” she asks, incredulously.

“All I’m saying, Em, is that you are thinking with your emotions and not that beautiful brain of yours. Since when do us profilers make a case based on a half overheard conversation and jump to only one outcome?” Emily looks to JJ as the blonde profiler nods at seeing her friend’s mind start to work. “You need more info.”

That conversation never had a chance to happen, and Emily was left ruminating on JJ’s advice when she sent the team out on a case in Hayden, ID four days later. The city was close to the Washington State border and a twenty-minute drive from Coeur d’Alene, ID. A body of an adult female had been found dumped in the woods with strangulation marks, broken fingers, burn marks, and shot twice in the chest. The victimology matched similar murders near Spokane and local authorities needed help finding the unsub before more victims appeared.

Emily had Rossi stay behind to keep working on Green to see if he would cooperate, which was turning into a colder lead by the day. They were trying hard to keep him out of prison and convince him that his cooperation would benefit all parties involved in capturing Sicarius. He keeps refusing to assist and the cognitive interview. The BAU was sympathetic to his plight, but Green has been warned that FBI benevolence can last for so long, especially since they have another way to contact Sicarius. So far, he doesn’t either care or believe them.

Back in Idaho, the four of you are split up to maximize resources and gather information. Alvez and Lewis went to Spokane, leaving you and JJ to work with the sheriff’s department, interview witnesses, family and friends, and examine the crime scene. You check in with your counterparts to compare notes several times a day to work the profile in two cities and update Prentiss and Garcia to narrow the search, fine tune the data.

Finally, you struck gold with Tommy Ferguson, a fifty-one-year-old local trucker who was physically abused by his alcoholic father. He had also been forced to watch his father beat and rape his mother repeatedly as punishment for being a bad child. When CPS* got involved, Tommy was living in Washington state and removed him from the home and placed in foster care. He passed around from home to home until he was of age. With this, he had a long list of anti-social traits that therapists tried to work through, but he often got into fights and petty thefts, causing small stints in jail. That is where he met Andrew Loyd as his cellmate, who was charged with involuntary manslaughter on his second DUI. The two of them met up three years ago after Loyd finished his stint in at the Idaho State Corrections, and soon the two spiraled into drugs, alcohol and violent tendencies against several women in the beginning when reunited. Loyd was the dominant in the relationship and kept escalating the partnership until they were torturing and murdering their victims.

This is why you were now outside a warehouse that was being rented by Ferguson with the reunited BAU and the local SWAT team. The contract had an agreement to store his cab, equipment, and trailers that he couldn’t store at his mobile home since there wasn’t enough room on the lot. It was also a potentially easy location to bring their victims to and from under the cover of Ferguson’s job. That was the running theory.

You convinced local police to keep Ferguson and Loyd off media outlets and take them by surprise as it was unknown if they had a current victim, and they were conveniently scarce. There were no missing people filed that fit their profile but that didn’t mean someone wasn’t inside the building. You couldn’t confirm and you didn’t want to escalate the timeframe of their kill and make a run for it. There were officers watching Ferguson’s trailer since he became a suspect but there was no recent sign of him. Even neighbors hadn’t seen him or Loyd lately. Loyd had no address and lived off the grid, presumably with Ferguson. That made the warehouse the most likely location for the pair.

The plan is simple. Enter quietly and take them by surprise once confirmed by plain clothes officers that they had visuals on the unsubs. The BAU and SWAT surrounded the area under the cover of Amazon and UPS trucks throughout the day setting up the operation. The vehicles would back up against the driveways and have officers secretly enter the buildings through the garages on either side of the targeted building, already approved by the owners of those properties. They would operate business as usual while feds and officers were staging the op in a locked back room. This was to keep the suspects contained in the area, minimize damage to the surrounding areas and loss of life, and hopefully protect any captured victims.

It was just after 10am when Luke and Tara took the lead heading behind the building while you and JJ had the front. Gun drawn, you nod to JJ and test the doorknob and true to the lifestyle in this area of Idaho, the door was unlocked while someone was onsite. You quietly continue to turn it and push the door open ajar. Silence greets you and nothing catches your visual interest. You signal to the team on how to split up and cover ground. JJ would be with you.

You and JJ broke off left and soon the beloved voice of Garcia was in your ear.

“Luke was useful and found an electrical box by his location. They missed it at first since it was painted over to look like part of the building.”

Then Prentiss spoke up. “It appears to be done on purpose. These guys are smart so be careful.”

“And it means I have access to the video feed. I will be your eyes my Padawans.”

You and JJ signal all clears and continue to move deeper into the warehouse. You are about to turn into the next room when Garcia shouts. “STOP! Do not go in there! Both of them are in the conference room with all sorts of nasty things that can kill you.”

You and JJ exchange looks, and you point to yourself, then her, and then the door signaling how you can take them by surprise. What you didn’t know is that Prentiss and Garcia can see you and JJ as well on the live feed by a camera in your area.

“Stand down. There’s no victim in there. Wait for further back up,” Prentiss orders.

“Uh … something spooked them. They’re grabbing things, Emily.” Penelope’s worried voice hits the adrenaline you have into overdrive.

“God damn SWAT moved too close to the windows.” Yeah, Prentiss was pissed. So are you.

You hear the erratic sounds of metal being moved around and a clip of ammo clicking into place. There were also careless footfalls that were smacking into furniture. With only seconds to think this through you look to JJ and signal for her to back up and they should take them as they leave. She nods in agreement as you holster your gun.

“What the hell are you doing, Whitlock? Pull your firearm out.” You ignore Emily because you know what you were doing. “I know you can hear me. Pull out your weapon!”

You both brace yourselves against the walls as you hear steps getting closer, the handle starts to shake, and soon the door swung open towards the inside. Your focus was on the first one that came through the door, and it was the lanky, greasy brown-haired Loyd. You grab his gun arm viciously and spin him around so his back slams up against the wall so hard that his baseball cap gets knocked off and falls to the ground. With you in control of where the gun is pointed, you and JJ remain safe.

The events happened so fast that Ferguson didn’t know what to make of it and when he passed through the doorway, his attention was with the struggle his partner was having with you. All it took was a well place crack of her gun handle on Ferguson’s shoulder to force him to drop his weapon. She kicks it out of reach and grabs him by the shirt collar. “FBI! Don’t move!” and places the barrel of the gun against his head for emphasis.

You put immediate pressure on the outside of Loyd’s arm against his radial nerve that causes him to cry out in excruciating pain that forces him to drop the weapon. You then twist his arm while kicking the gun far away from both men, forcing him to come off the wall and onto his knees. From there, it was easy to cuff him.

You and JJ had fun ping ponging announcing their Miranda rights as you both walked them through the warehouse.

Penelope warily looks up at Emily as the chatter from Luke and Tara comes through congratulating you and JJ on a nice takedown of the unsubs without being hurt. She saw Emily face set squarely, nostrils flaring with each inhalation of breath. The palms of her hands remained flat on Penelope’s desk, but Emily’s fingers were jagged at each joint. She was pissed.

She tries to diffuse the tension by clapping her hands. “Yay! Team Padawan got the bad guys!”

Emily raises a brow and tilts her head before pushing herself up to stand fully. “Yes, they did. Approximately how long until they’re back.”

“Uh …” She puts her arms down to do some calculations. “Probably seven to nine hours depending how quickly they hand the case off to local PD.”

“Let me know when they land.” She orders before turning to leave, not acknowledging Penelope with even a look.

When the door closes, Penelope mouths a ‘wow’ and looks at you on the video feed. “Oh, my beloved Whitlock. Mom’s pissed at you.”

Seven hours later, the BAU was back at Quantico and exhausted. You were all looking forward to finalizing the checkout procedure and heading home.

JJ is on her phone texting back and forth with Will as she heads to pick up her things at her desk. Luke yawns as he swings his to go bag around in hand and lets go, watching it land on his chair. He pumps his fist in victory. “Yes!”

“Nice form, Alvez. I’m impressed.” Tara looks at you. “Your turn.”

“Yeah, no. Knowing my luck, I’ll miss and knock everything off my desk.” You set your bag down on top of your desk and log into your computer to check out when Emily’s voice cuts through the lighthearted camaraderie.

“Whitlock. My office now.”

You look up in time to see an indignant cross armed Prentiss make brief eye contact with you before making an about face back inside her office. You didn’t even have a chance to appear confused before her, but your team saw it.

“What did you do?” Luke asks from across the bullpen.

“I … honestly have no idea,” you admit lamely and look to Tara and JJ. “You have any insights?”

Of course, the two of them wonder if this is about Emily’s feelings towards you and she was pretending to be upset to throw them off the trail.

Tara shrugs helplessly and JJ shakes her head no.

“Big help you two are.” You lock your station and start heading up to Emily’s office. “Better not keep her waiting.”

Once you passed by and were at a safe distance, Tara locks eyes with JJ and mouths, ‘Is this about your talk with Emily?’

JJ shrugs and mouths back, ‘No idea.’

Luke was too busy finishing up to notice the exchange.

“Hey …” you say, poking your head in and study Emily behind her desk not looking at you but at a file. She was making notes with a pen. You got a shiver down your spine and have a sense of déjà vu. “Wanted to see me?”

“Close the door.” She said it without looking up making you frown, but you did it. When it clicks close, she speaks again in that clip tone. “Have a seat.”

She still wasn’t looking at you and you almost wanted to take a seat on the couch to fuck with her but even you knew when to behave. It wasn’t often, but this was one of those times. So, you take a seat, rest a shoe on the opposite knee and interlock your fingers together on your stomach.

You begin the opening salvo with a, “What’s up chief?” since you sense a fight.

Emily makes a production in capping the pen before setting it down. It was then she looks.up at you with formidable brown orbs. “You may have gotten away with a lot of interpretations of orders in the CIA, but as you’re a member of the BAU, mine are not a suggestion.”

“Wait,” You pull your fingers free to lift a hand up to point at Emily. “This is about me putting my gun away?”

“Yes, this is about that. You never holster a weapon when confronting suspects,” she snaps back.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I am not.” She points the pen accusingly at you. “You went against protocol and my order. You could’ve gotten yourself and JJ killed.”

“But based on what I was aware of, I made the better call. Which ended in no shots fired and the suspects in custody.”

She looks at you with indignation and sits up straight in the chair. “But there is no way you could have predicted that. You got lucky.”

“No, what’s lucky is the call I made because I was concerned that if they saw us in their peripherals, they’d start shooting. By taking one by surprise, it knocked the other off their game and they became easy pickings for me and JJ to apprehend. It didn’t even take a minute,” you explain calmly. You didn’t want to feed into Prentiss’ exertion of authority. Even if the two of you were able to open up to one another and find common ground, you felt that your friendship with her was hanging on a precarious thread. Ever since drunk karaoke in her car, Emily felt more distant this week. Nothing could prove this was true besides the gnawing feeling in your gut.

Emily crosses her arms across her chest defensively. “You didn’t wait to hear what my next orders were going to be because you ignored me. You do not ignore your superior in the field, Whitlock.”

“Okay, then. Enlighten me oh great and all-knowing Prentiss on how the situation would have went down with your orders.” You motion to her with both arms extending with the cocky condescending tone you were known for. Yeah, the whole being nice thing just went out the window after that.

“You and JJ would have backed off, put enough distance between you and the door to provide enough opportunity to take them off guard. You’d have them in your sights with weapons trained on them, giving you both the upper hand.”

“Loyd is the issue with that.” She starts to open her mouth to argue but you continue. “I’m serious. The guy got off on violence and would have opened fire. Instead of exchanging fire with no known outcome on casualties, we go two suspects alive and me and JJ unharmed.”

Emily knew you were right, but she was edging towards a release and fighting with you for going against her order was all she had right now. It was completely irrational, and she knew it, but her mouth wouldn’t stop. “Regardless you blatantly ignored me in the field. That is unacceptable. How am I to trust you won’t do this again?”

That raises the hackles on your neck. Your face twists in contempt as she doesn’t back down with her haughty air of authority. “Are you fucking kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?! After everything I told you, after everything we shared, you don’t fucking trust me?”

Your eyes were seething, which matches the intensity of Emily’s anger. But there was a flicker of awareness that briefly peaked through a crack in her defense.

Your phone rings and you reach for it resting in your back pocket. “May the ladyship excuse me?” You ask with a biting tone. “I have to check who this is. Or are ya gonna order me to ignore it?”

“Don’t be a child.” She snaps.

“Then stop acting like I personally offended you because I made the better call.” You could feel your lips curl into a snarl. You were offended that Emily felt that your relationship had to fall back a few steps because her ego got bruised. You thought Emily was better than the usual agents turned bureaucrats. Emily had strong roots in the work. She should be able to understand a different call in the middle of an operation that you felt was right, not because you wanted to undermine her authority. You pegged her wrong, and it saddens you.

“Ah fuck.” You finally take note of who was calling and hit accept before it went to voicemail. “I need to take this.”

“Brian?” she asks hesitantly.

“No, my therapist.” You watched as Emily’s face went from hot to baffled within seconds. “What? Never had mandated therapy before?” you accuse, because of course Emily had it with all the shit she’s been through and switch your attention to the caller. “Kinda late for you. Everything alright?”

“Well, is everything alright with you?”

“Yes, just in a meeting with my boss.”

“Emily?”

You sigh and confirm. “Yes, Emily. But back to you, why are you calling?”

“I need to reschedule Monday. I’m on the way to the airport to see my mother.”

“Oh shit. Is she okay?”

“She had a fall, and I need to get eyes on her.”

You are amazed at how Nina could sound so sterile over the phone about personal matters. You know why, because you’re her patient, and it makes sense to keep things separated as much as possible. But there are times, like this, when she offers a glimpse into her life.

“I’m sorry to hear that and yeah, of course we can reschedule. I hope she’s gonna be okay.” You mean every word. You always find people who have any relationship with their mothers that are positive, something to be grateful for. You sure as hell didn’t have that.

“I appreciate that. Talk to you soon.”

“Yeah, Nina. Be safe.”

Emily’s eyes widen in horror and JJ’s words come back to haunt her. She made a terrible assumption and clearly didn’t have all the information because Nina was your therapist. And your therapist knew about her. So, in some way, you talked about her in your sessions. Or was it just a footnote in your file that Nina knew? Either way….

Fuck!

Emily recovers quickly and smooths out her features as you end the call. “Is Nina alright?”

You found it strange that Emily seemingly cared about this after being a bitch. “She is. It’s her mom.”

“Oh.” She licks her lips and decides not to press further. Your curt responses were not open ended. You were closing up and rightfully so. Damn her assumptions and taking the call you made in the field personally. This should have been a collaborated conversation about field ops and chain of command. A conversation you had hinted happened often and got you into trouble. Why should it be different at the BAU? She offers neutral sympathy. “I’m … sorry to hear that.”

You squint trying to read Emily and come up confused. “Yeah. Anyway …” you quirk a brow. “Shall we revisit the child comment?”

“No. I think we’re done here.” Her tone is not as sharp but holds finality.

“Fantastic.” You rise and start to leave, but before you do, you take one last look at Prentiss and give her a Han Solo salute. “Have a lovely weekend your worshipfulness. See ya Monday.”

Emily watches you go but unlike the last time the two of you argued, you didn’t slam the door closed, and Emily didn’t reach for the pack of cigarettes in the desk drawer. Instead, she rests her forehead against the desk and pounds a fist atop it. “Fucking hell.”

*Child Protective Services

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Camp Wiegman-Part 82

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe: Military School

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Friday, April 22nd; 10:30 PM - Porto Beach.

Who would have thought we had a little bit of luck in this life? For our last evening in Portugal, we get to attend a concert on the beach. It's a beautiful way to wrap up our vacation.

“Are you having fun?” my girlfriend asks me at the end of a song.

“Oh yes!”

She laughs as I struggle to catch my breath. I don’t like dancing, and yet, I’m having the time of my life tonight. I’m literally drenched in sweat, and it takes a lot for that to happen.

“I can see that. You should take a break.”

“I think you’re right.”

“Shall we go sit further away?” suggests Alexia, who must have overheard us.

“Yes, good idea. Plus, the later it gets, the more crowded it seems.”

Lucy takes my hand to follow the others and lead us out of the crowd. A few minutes later, we find ourselves sitting on the sand. I settle between Lucy’s legs, and she pulls me close against her. We have a perfect view of the stage. I turn my head towards our friends, who are sitting in the same position. It’s really cool to be with them. Our couples have a perfect harmony, and we enjoy the same things. I don’t have time to think more before I feel Lucy’s lips on my neck. I smile and tilt my head a little more to give her access.

“It’s over,” I whisper.

“What is?”

“These holidays. Our little bubble.”

“Hmm... I’d say you’re wrong. Everything is just beginning.”

“How so?”

I think I can feel her amused breath escaping against my neck.

“Well, everything is just starting. Our bubble won’t disappear as long as we’re together.”

My smile grows wider. Actually, maybe she’s right. When we get back, we’ll finally be at ease. We’ve done a lot of things recently, including meeting her family. Everyone was fantastic. Jenni’s family was invited too, so I had Alexia’s support as I wanted, but I didn’t need it. I was really well received. It was truly a warm celebration. I understood why family is so important to Lucy when I saw her so close with hers. They’re close-knit, unlike mine. However, she still hasn’t talked to me about what she’s hiding. The harmony was so strong that I didn’t dare to spoil anything.

“I’m so thirsty!” Alexia complains. “Would you mind coming with me to the bar?” she asks.

“If you want, sure.”

“I can go if you’d like,” offers Lucy.

“No, don’t worry. We’ll be right back.”

I turn around to peck her lips before getting up. We leave with Alexia, leaving our partners behind us.

“I’m going to miss these holidays so much,” she comments.

“Same here.”

“Leaving here will bring us back to reality with a thud, given what awaits us when we return.”

“Oh no, please! Now’s not the time to think about the exam.”

Alexia laughs.

“Well? Haven’t you studied enough yet?”

“Yes, but it’s stressful.”

“Come on, you still have an entire week to work on the most difficult parts.”

“Hmm. We’re not there yet anyway.”

“You’re right. We have another problem on our hands.”

Indeed. We find ourselves in front of the stand, which is packed with people. I sigh, running my hand through my hair.

“We’re going to be here for a while, I think,” she says.

“Yeah.”

We wait for the line to shorten and keep ourselves busy chatting. We talk about a lot of things, but that’s what’s great about Alexia. We can talk about anything without any limits.

“So, with Lucy? Have you managed to find out what she’s hiding?”

I shake my head but smile, thinking about her. The way she looks at me every time I leave warms my heart. It’s like she’s afraid something might happen to me at any moment.

“No, not yet.”

“And doesn’t it bother you not knowing?”

“A little, but not too much. I kept secrets from her for a long time too.”

“That’s true,” she smiles.

When it’s finally our turn, we order our drinks and get something for Lucy and Jenni as well. We leave the crowded stand to return to our partners. I take a deep breath once we’re free.

“Phew, I thought we’d never get out of there.”

“Me too,” I giggle. “It’s suffocating with so many people.”

I nod. A year ago, I couldn’t even imagine being in such a place. I’ve come a long way since then. We head back to our spot. Unfortunately, two men, barely older than us, block our path. They look around Lucy’s age.

“Hey there, pretty ladies.”

“Oh great,” groans Alexia. “Just what we needed.”

Indeed, this is not good timing. With all these people, anyone could be around. Apparently, our skill with Alexia is attracting jerks who have had enough to drink to approach two girls alone.

“Are you going to join your friends?”

“No, our partners, actually,” Alexia answers, raising her drinks.

“Really? Who’d be dumb enough to leave two beautiful girls alone if that were true?”

I start to feel scared. I don’t like this situation, especially the way they’re being so pushy. Bad memories resurface.

“They’re not alone.”

Relief floods over me as I feel Lucy’s arm wrap around my waist. I look at her over my shoulder. She’s tense. Much more than she’s ever been.

“Lucy the loner,” one of the guys in front of us says in surprise. “That’s a surprise.”

Her grip on my hip tightens. I can feel her boiling beside me. I turn my gaze back to these guys, who suddenly seem less unfamiliar. Lucy the loner... What’s that about? I don’t like seeing Lucy like this. I lean over to kiss her cheek and take the opportunity to whisper in her ear.

“Let it go, baby. They’re not worth it.”

“Well, it seems like you’re not so lonely anymore.”

“Well, well. Jarod and Tom. It seems fate has brought us together again.”

“Of course, where Lucy is, Jenni is never far behind.”

Her presence reassures me.

“Let it go and move on. Neither of these girls are available.”

“Well. It looks like Lucy has finally found someone. That’s quite surprising. We all thought you’d end up alone forever.”

These words make me take a deep breath. I really don’t like the way these guys talk to Lucy. They don’t respect her. They talk about her as if she’s never going to achieve anything in her life, as if... as if she’s worthless. And I know what that feels like. I’ve felt that way enough times in my life to know what it’s like. I look at Lucy, who doesn’t even react. That’s definitely a first. She put me in my place plenty of times when we first met. I can’t let them talk about her like this. I just can’t help myself.

“Can you hold this for me, please?” I ask Lucy calmly, handing her the drinks.

My girlfriend takes them with total disbelief. Once my hands are free, I step forward toward these men who think they can act however they want, and I grab the front of the shirt of the first one I see. Surprise flashes in his eyes.

“Who do you think you are with your big attitude?”

“Ona, stop. You just said yourself they’re not worth it.”

“That was before they disrespected you. They’re judging you without knowing who you are. I’m going to make them eat their words, you’ll see!”

I raise my fist, but it’s intercepted before it can reach its target. It’s Lucy herself who stopped me, even though I put all my strength into it.

“Stop,” she repeats much more sternly. “This isn’t the time to start a fight, and anyway, I’ve moved on.”

“I just wanted to…”

“I know, sweetheart. But I don’t need anyone to defend me anymore.”

I relax, understanding her message. I release the man I had targeted, and it’s Lucy who ends up punching him. I don’t regret letting her handle it. She’s much stronger than I am, and let’s just say she didn’t hold back. She must have put all her anger into that punch, and I understand her.

“I never want to see you again. So stay away from us. Do I make myself clear?”

The other man beside him doesn’t even dare to say a word seeing his friend on the ground. I bet she managed to break his nose, but he deserved it. He ends up nodding when Lucy takes a step closer to him.

“Okay, we can go now.”

Lucy takes back our drinks that Jenni had been holding during this scene.

“We’re going to take a walk,” says Alexia, holding Jenni back.

“What? But…”

“Baby, I want to go back to the stage, please.”

“Fine,” the latter mutters.

I smile at Alexia. It’s indeed the right moment to leave us alone. Lucy is a ticking time bomb about to explode.

“We’ll catch up with you later.”

She winks at me before they leave. As for me, I put my hand around Lucy’s waist and take one of the cups.

“Come on, let’s go sit somewhere.”

She nods without a word. We move further away from the stage until we’re far from the crowd. We can still hear the music in the distance, but that’s it. We’re completely cut off from the world.

“Luce…”

“You understand?”

She’s completely withdrawn. I’ve never seen her like this before. We’re sitting next to each other, facing the sea where the waves are crashing in every direction. Tonight is a bit cooler than the other days, but it’s still bearable.

“Not completely… Just, don’t close yourself off. That’s what you always told me.”

She sighs and takes a sip of her beer. She then puts it down and finally turns to me. I can see her eyes shining in the moonlight.

“Come here.”

I open my arms to her, and she doesn’t hesitate to come into them. I tighten my hold to show her I’m here. On her side, she clings to me but says nothing. I don’t want to force her. It’s up to her if she wants to talk about it. There was a long silence before she found the courage to speak.

“My life here hasn’t been easy. I was first abandoned by my biological parents before being welcomed by a loving family.”

I get a knot in my stomach from the words she uses. Here it comes, she’s going to tell me.

“I learned to love them, and they taught me to feel loved in return... It was when I started school that it all began. I was excited at first. I thought I would make friends other than Jenni, who was my neighbor.”

“What happened…?” I murmur.

“I became a target, like a scapegoat. For them, it wasn’t normal that I had a black mother. That was their excuse to push me aside.”

“No way…” I breathe. “And Jenni…” I leave my sentence hanging.

“She stayed by my side, of course. She always has, even though, on the other hand, she was always popular. She had friends, but as soon as they saw me being attacked, she would defend me. After a while, she didn’t even dare to leave me alone anymore.”

“That’s horrible…”

Lucy takes a deep breath. Her head sinks deeper into my neck.

“That’s how it was…”

“It never stopped?”

“Well… It eased off over the years. It was in middle school that things finally calmed down, but it didn’t last long. That’s when I started to be interested in girls.”

No way. That’s exactly why I could never fully come to terms with myself. I was afraid of that reaction. Why are people so stupid? We’re in an era where they should have a more evolved open-mindedness. What they did was just plain cruelty. I had talked to Lucy about my fears, but I never imagined she could have been a victim of it.

“And those guys then…”

“They were the ones who found out. The one I hit, Tom, had hit on me back then. I had turned him down, but he didn’t take it well. So he tried to tear me down any way he could. He overheard a conversation between Jenni and me about my doubts about my orientation one day, and he used it against me.”

“What a scumbag!”

The only regret I have is not being able to punch him myself. How does she stay so strong after that? I would have completely shut down in her place. It’s not normal.

“It’s okay, baby. Calm down.”

“Calm down!? You know I can’t stand people who judge and put others down just for fun! They don’t realize how much it destroys a person!”

“I know, that’s partly why I love you, but that’s just how it is. Whether we like it or not, there’s hatred everywhere in this world.”

“Stop it. In this case, it’s not hatred. It’s just harassment!”

“Ona.”

I fall silent as she straightens up so our eyes meet. How does she do it? I really don’t understand. Just a moment ago, her eyes were shining, and now they’re filled with determination.

“Tonight, that wasn’t harassment,” she says.

I tilt my head. I have a hard time following her.

“I had grown up in high school. I showed them I could fight. I got into sports and even became top of the class. I earned people’s respect. If I had wanted, I could have had lots of friends, but at that time, I didn’t want to. Hanging out with hypocrites at parties wasn’t my thing. That’s why they called me the loner.”

“But then… why did they respond to you tonight? It makes no sense.”

“Well, I think they were surprised to see me again. It was instinct. Everyone knew I left Portugal after high school. I rarely come back here.”

“I see… And your family? Did they know?”

“Not when it happened. They always found out afterward. I had become very reserved, and I didn’t trust people anymore.”

“Why didn’t you tell them?”

“I didn’t want to worry them. I already owed them so much. They were the reason I held on.”

“You’re the first to tell me it’s important to talk about it!”

“Yes, but you’re also the first to understand that it’s not easy.”

I sigh and nod. I understand better now why she never forced me to open up.

“That’s why you care so much about family…”

“Yes, that’s why. Family is important, even if we’re not connected by blood. Of course, there have to be good relationships, but generally, it’s those we can count on at any moment.”

I smile sadly and nod. She’s probably right. Even if it hasn’t always been smooth with my mom, I’m starting to see everything she did for me in a certain way. Plus, I had my dad too.

“You’re right,” I murmur.

She smiles at me before snuggling back into my arms. I take the opportunity to lie down and hug her. I think she needs it. I needed it after every revelation I made to her. I just didn’t dare ask for it. Now it’s different. We’re together. That’s what makes us stronger. It’s us against the rest of the world.

“Why did you date Keira? Not that I mind, but she seems like the type who could be like those people.”

A long silence follows my question. As she described to me, she could easily be that kind of person.

- Keira, it’s Keira. Yes, she could have been someone I hated, but she also had a difficult childhood.

- Oh... Really?

- Keira came from a tough neighborhood, but she did everything she could not to be associated with it. Proof of that, she made it to university. That’s where we met.

- I thought it was at a party?

- Yes, it was. At the freshman welcome party. Jenni had forced me to go. He wanted me to have fun, so I agreed, but in the end, I ended up alone in a corner... Until Keira. In fact, she was the only one who came to talk to me that day.

- Jenni dared to leave you alone?

- Yes, she chuckles. But I asked her to. She had the right to have fun too.

- What happened with Keira then?

- We talked, and she started flirting with me when she noticed I wasn’t indifferent to her charm.

- Is that how you two started dating?

- I had never been with anyone before, and I didn’t trust people much, so... no.

- So, how did she do it?

- She was persistent. Keira was very determined. The first day of the week after the party, she accompanied me to the café I frequented, and she remembered my order. Then she brought me my drink every day. She was very interested in me, and that’s how I grew fond of her.

- Is that what made you fall in love with her?

- No... I think it was more her personality. She had a big heart. That’s what set her apart from the people who persecuted me. She wanted to make a difference. She had a will of steel. She didn’t hesitate to stand up for the weaker ones, even more so after I told her my story. She helped a lot of associations to support people in need who wanted to change their lives.

My heart races. It’s cruel to say, but I’m quite glad she’s not here anymore. I wouldn’t have stood a chance against her.

- She seemed exceptional...

The tone of my voice makes her look up. She smiles gently, running her hand through my hair.

- Don’t get me wrong. She had her flaws too.

- I’d like to know what they were.

- She was very stubborn. Even more than you. And she had a knack for getting into trouble by challenging people stronger than her. When you come from a certain neighborhood, you can’t erase everything. She wasn’t really well surrounded.

- That doesn’t make her any less remarkable.

- No, for sure, but...

She falls silent and shrugs.

- Keira wasn’t perfect. I couldn’t even tell you why I fell in love with her anymore... Maybe because she never gave up on me.

- I think so too. Since you hadn’t known anyone else before... It makes sense that you got attached to her. But the fact that she wanted to help everyone was very honorable. I just don’t understand why she fell so hard.

- I think her past caught up with her. You must know what that’s like... Keira lost her father during our studies. She was close to him, just like you. He was a drug addict, but she tried to save him more than once. As for her mother... She never knew her. She had already died before she could remember her.

- Oh my God...

- I managed to get her off drugs from my side, but I think the emotions were too strong. She went back to her bad habits after that and never recovered.

It’s truly awful. We are really more alike than I imagined. She didn’t deserve this. She was a good woman trying to do the right thing. I understand better why Lucy says she appreciates my determination and doesn’t want me to lose it. She was afraid I’d end up like her ex.

- Her mind simply gave up. In the end, I didn’t recognize her anymore. I knew something bad was going to happen soon. Yet, I stayed by her side. I couldn’t do otherwise.

Her voice breaks, but who could blame her? If I didn’t have the mental strength she talks about, Lucy would have lost two women for the same reasons. I’m glad I didn’t put her through that.

- You don’t have to blame yourself for her death, Lucy.

- I know, I murmur. Some people simply can’t be saved. I learned that lesson well, but it was hard to swallow.

The information strikes me. I’ve heard those words somewhere before.

- Korbin... I whisper. That’s why you said...

She nods.

- I was thinking about her, yes. Because it’s the truth.

I feel sad.

- It wasn’t the same circumstances, but it comes down to the same thing. Whether the past catches up with us or we’re stuck in the past, it’s the same thing.

- It’s not right. Things shouldn’t be like this. Keira shouldn’t have fallen. And Korbin... She had the potential to get out too...

- But that’s how it is. We can’t save everyone.

Fate didn’t bring us together by chance. I’m sure of that now. For Lucy, I must be her greatest victory. Not only did she manage to save me, but now, here we are together.

- Camp Wiegman has been good therapy for me too, you know, she continues. I’ve learned to change people, just like Keira wanted. Some will continue their studies after school or even get a job thanks to the lessons we gave them.

I smile, because I’m going to be one of those people.

- Others will think about this experience for a long time. They’ll remember how annoying we were to them, but also how we managed to change their perspective. It’s this experience they’ll pass on to their children. Surely not their previous life.

Once again, I feel connected to this statement. It’s true for me too. I no longer see things as dark as I used to. For others, it’s something else. They’ve learned to respect others and to be more open-minded. Some, who must be like Lucy’s bullies, will stop picking on the weaker ones. At least, I hope so.

- That’s why I love my job so much. We change people who want a new life. Of course, not everyone can be saved, as I said. This world is too full of hatred to succeed... But if we manage to help a large number, it’s already a good start.

- You’re so right. I hated this school at first, but now, I think there should be more of them. Of course, it’s no walk in the park, but the results are worth it. You just have to hang on.

- That’s what I liked most about you. You’ve been through a lot too, yet you’ve emerged. You fought to take control of your life. That wasn’t the case with Keira.

- Yet, she had you. For me, it’s you who saved me. I wouldn’t be where I am now without you. You’ve been my rock from the beginning, and I know you will remain so.

- And you’re mine. You don’t realize how much you make me better and stronger.

- You were already strong enough before you met me.

- If you say so...

- I say so.

Lucy takes a deep breath as she sits up on her elbows.

- I think about it often, you know. In fact, if you want to know everything, I’m often afraid of ending up like before... Alone and weak.

I smile gently, stroking her cheek. So that was the missing piece of the puzzle. It was her fears. She always seems so strong, but deep down, she isn’t as strong as she appears. I understand better why she has always been so jealous. She’s afraid of losing me. It’s really sweet.

- You won’t be alone anymore. You have me and our friends.

- I know, Ona... But I can’t help it...

- Lucy, we are soulmates. We were meant to meet. I also felt lonely before us. I understand your fears very well, but you don’t have the right to doubt. You’re the strongest of us. If it helps, be as jealous as you want when someone approaches me. Shut them down even. It doesn’t bother me at all; on the contrary. When you do, it warms my heart because I feel like I’m yours. It helps both of us.

I see her relax before me.

- I love you so much, she murmurs.

She kisses me, and I let her because I know she needs it. We feel the same way. Neither of us thought we would find someone so compatible. Yet, here we are, and I wouldn’t trade my place for anything in the world. We complete each other and make each other stronger.

- You know, I wouldn’t be so quick to rejoice if I were you... I say between kisses.

- Oh? And why is that?

- We’re not going to leave each other now. You’re going to have to put up with me outside of school, and for a good while. Who says I’m not more annoying?

- Hmm... Believe me, if you become annoying, I’ll find ways to bring you back down to earth. Maybe I’ll force you to run... Or maybe I’ll...

I smile as I feel her hand slide under my t-shirt. I let her do as she kisses me until she starts tickling me.

- Ah! No! Not that!

She laughs as I squirm under her.

- What? You don’t like it?

- Definitely not

! Stop!

She bursts out laughing, and I can’t help but laugh too. It feels good. To laugh, but above all to be together. We were two wounded souls, and now we’ve managed to heal and become stronger together.

- I love you so much, my favorite commander.

She laughs softly before burying her head in my neck.

- I love you too, my favorite rebel.

Yeah, definitely, my life has become perfect.

[rosyhoneydew]

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?

Buddie ❅ G ❅ 1,202 words ❅ cw: N/A

Read below or on ao3

When the bells all ring and the horns all blow, and the couples we know are fondly kissing, will I be with you or will I be among the missing? 

Getting stuck with the New Year’s shift after working Halloween isn’t ideal, but at least it keeps Eddie busy. Every year, the majority of their New Year’s calls end up being one of three things: drunk people, fireworks, or drunk people with fireworks.

This year is no different. It’s fairly calm in the morning and afternoon hours. There’s a gas leak call that turns out to be a guy who forgot to open the flue on his new fireplace, and they take the medic out for a call around 4 pm, MVA, minor injuries only, but everyone knows they’re gearing up for the real show closer to midnight.

It’s a little after 11 that the alarm sounds, sending them rushing toward Marina Del Rey for a disturbance. Some kid brought their own fireworks to set off, knowing the crowds would be there waiting for the show. Bobby tells them they’re headed toward a park where onlookers have gathered for the night.

“You say Burton Chace Park?” Chim confirms when they get in the ladder.

“Yeah,” Bobby confirms. “Fireworks are still actively discharging, and there’s a small fire at the perimeter of the park. It’s contained for now, but we’ve got to keep it that way and snuff it out before any civilians get hurt.”

“Bobby,” Hen chimes in, “our families are there.”

Buck’s head whips to Hen’s and Bobby turns back to look at them all.

“Maddie?” Buck asks.

Hen nods, “Maddie, Karen, they’re both there - got sitters for the night. They wanted to get a good spot to watch the show together with me and Chim working.”

“Okay, let’s not panic before we know what we’re headed into,” Bobby says. “Dispatch said the fire isn’t growing for now and they didn’t call in any injuries. Let’s focus on what we’ve gotta do.”

Eddie watches them nod their agreement, noting the way Buck’s face turns serious, fixed in concentration.

It takes them 10 minutes to get through traffic, it should take them 6 but the roads are packed.

They find the guy right away, Athena’s already got him over by her cruiser and is talking him through the dangers of setting off scores of illegal explosives, no matter how cool you want your friends to think you are. The kid can’t be older than 17.

Eddie shakes his head and sends a silent ’thanks’ to the sky that Chris turned out smarter than that.

He spots Karen and Maddie too, hands holding each other’s as they watch on with light concern. Eddie thinks about what Chim had said the other day, about how Maddie’s been so glad to have Karen to lean on for support, and how Hen had said they’d felt the same way about Chim and Maddie. His friends are lucky to have that. He’d do anything to have someone like that, a true, unwavering partner.

He shakes himself out of the thought and listens in as Bobby sends him and Buck to the perimeter fire with hoses to douse it once Chim clears a path through the crowd. The two of them get to work, each taking up a spot and working to get the fire down to smoldering embers. It doesn’t take too long, they’d gotten there fast and dispatch had talked the caller through making sure things didn’t get out of hand.

It’s maybe 30 minutes later that they’re packing up their equipment at the truck and shedding the turnouts that they’d thrown on mostly as an extra precaution.

Eddie and Buck hurry back out to the front of the park where the rest of the crew are waiting. Athena and Maddie and Karen are there too, chatting all together and keeping one another close now that everyone’s okay and accounted for.

The noise around them changes then; it shifts to something more coordinated. It’s people shouting, “Twelve! Eleven!”

Eddie looks around them, Bobby’s got his arm around Athena, pulling her close and leaning into her, chanting along. Hen and Karen are holding hands, and Maddie and Chim aren’t too far from them. Their eyes are set on each other, and they’re mumbling low and close to each other something that Eddie can’t hear.

It’s sweet, the way they all have each other. It makes him think about what he has, what he’s thankful to have this year. It pops into his mind then. The person he’s most grateful to have, the one he wants to spend his holidays with, the only person in the world that he wishes he was holding that like is… it’s…

“Nine! Eight!”

He turns to Buck, whose eyes are locked on the scene in front of him. He looks… not envious, but something sweeter. Wistful. Eddie takes a few steps to close the gap between them.

“Hey,” he pats Buck’s shoulder.

“Seven!”

Buck looks at him, head tilted a bit to show he’s listening. Eddie holds out his hands, palms up, should we? it says.

“Six! Five!”

Buck laughs and looks away for a blink before turning back to Eddie.

“What?”

“Come on,” Eddie says.

“Four! Three!”

Eddie leans in, two hands on either side of Buck’s face. He watches Buck inhale sharply, eyes darting all over Eddie’s face in a split second. They land on his mouth, both of their faces coloring in bashfulness.

“Two! One!”

Eddie closes the distance so his lips are brushing Buck’s, and kisses him. He catches Buck’s top lip in the soft press, the roaring cheers around them fading into nothing in the moment. When their lips part with a soft click neither of them moves very far. Buck moves one hand to Eddie’s waist and the other to his neck, his thumb settling just by his ear.

Buck leans in again, kissing Eddie with more intent, more fervor, tilting Eddie’s head back and opening his mouth, fitting their lips together over and over again. There are fireworks sparkling in the sky all around them, Eddie can see the change in the light even with his eyes closed. He lets Buck lead, moving their heads this way and that to deepen the angle with every kiss. Eddie licks his tongue forward to meet Buck’s, feeling a spark from inside of him this time as they brush.

It feels so good. It feels like letting go, like jumping into the ocean on a scorching day, it feels like relief. They pull back when a particularly large firework shoots into the sky, sending a boom through the park that they can almost feel.

Buck smiles at him, wide and giddy. Eddie’s sure he’s no better, his eyes won’t leave Buck’s and his cheeks are sore. He licks his lips and watches Buck’s eyes dart there, then watches him make the quick decision to lean in for another peck or two… or three. It makes Eddie laugh, the easy way Buck falls into this. It makes him happy - happier than he’s been in a long time.

“Happy New Year,” Eddie says against Buck’s lips.

“Happy New Year, Eddie.”

[serafilms]

song 23! try hard (5sos) + park sunghoon (spotify wrapped event)

she’s so out of reach, and i’m finding it hard ‘cause she makes me feel, makes me feel, like i try, like i try, like i’m trying too hard

happy birthday sunghoon! wrote this one especially without being requested because 23 is his jersey number and i wanted to celebrate him today :) hope he has the best day + year

Today starts out just like any other: Sunghoon wakes up thinking of you. Actually, technically his first thought was ‘Wow, I’m one year older today,’ but his next thought was about whether or not you’d wish him a happy birthday, so it still counts.

He checks his phone and fights his disappointment when he doesn’t see a text from you. Instead, he’s flooded both in the group chat and his private messages with well wishes. He sends polite ‘Thank you’s’ to his relatives, tells the guys to ‘fuck off’ in their group chat, and laughs at Jake’s very lengthy and emotional private text, which Sunghoon is sure his friend cried while writing.

Riki facetimes him seconds after seeing that he’s awake and tells him he’d better have his house ready for their joint birthday party tonight.

“Seriously, if your backyard is a mess when I get there, I’m going to clog your toilet so people piss in the yard and then you have to clean everything properly.” Ah, what an angel. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Thanks, Riki.”

Then the younger hangs up, leaving a promise that he and the others will arrive before lunch for their planned ‘pre-party group only birthday pizza party’ and to help set up for the ‘real party.’ Sunghoon looks around his bedroom. It’s a little messy, because he lives in it so of course it is, but he knows the rest of his house is in order.

He already obsessively panic cleaned the whole place three days ago, when Jay confirmed that he’d sent you an invite. Man, he hopes you show up tonight. Not that he cares that much, of course (he cares very, very much). Because caring too much is bad, Sunghoon thinks. He can’t show his weakness, even when he is extremely weak. He wonders if he really has gone too far in his delusions and might now be descending into madness.

You care about him, or at least he thinks so, but you always seem so far above him, out of reach (“Is Y/N out of my league?” he asked once, chewing on his burger. “Yes,” chorused his friends. Lovely).

Sunghoon sighs and looks around at his room then begins to clean it up. He can’t have you seeing this mess (not that he’s being presumptuous in assuming you will be in his room or anything! This is Purely Hypothetical).

It’s only after he’s finished, and opened his presents from his family, and received the cake that his mother had delivered for him and the guys to enjoy that he finally opens the door and sees their faces.

Jake immediately tackles him in a hug, and Sunghoon feels like he can’t breathe as he squeezes him and shakes him around. His chest warms with happiness though, and through Jake’s shaking he glimpses Jungwon, Riki and Sunoo in front of him. Jake finally releases him and speaks.

“Sorry we’re late! We stopped for churros.”

Sunghoon furrows his brow. “You brought churros for the party?”

“No, I wanted churros,” Sunoo says, then takes a big bite. “Wan’ some?”

“I’m good,” he replies.

Riki pats Sunghoon on the back, then barges past him into the house and immediately begins examining it like some sort of teenage home inspector.

“Happy birthday,” says Sunoo, then follows Riki inside and immediately throws himself on the couch to finish his churro.

Jungwon repeats the sentiment then adds, “Jay and Heeseung are picking up the drinks and pizzas, they’ll be here soon.”

Thank god I made friends with Jay all those years ago, Sunghoon thinks, feeling very touched, Who else is rich enough to fund their friend’s birthday party?

“Very cool,” he replies, then drags Jungwon and Jake inside.

The other two arrive soon after and they enjoy a nice party without interruption for about 20 minutes until Sunghoon checks his phone and feels himself frown at it being void of notifications.

Are you busy, or did you forget his birthday? Do you just not care about him? If so, you should. He wore ripped jeans to impress you. He bleached his hair in the hopes you’d notice him (though that was also because he lost a bet with Jay). Is he just trying too hard?

“What’s up with you?” Heeseung asks him as he slaps a slice of pizza on top of another to make what is effectively a pizza sandwich.

“Nothing,” he mumbles.

Riki snatches his phone out of his hands and looks at the screen, where Sunghoon’s texts with you are open. “He’s pissy his girlfriend hasn’t texted him yet.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Sunghoon says sadly, and Jake gives him a pat on the back in consolation.

“Don’t even stress,” says Sunoo airily. Sunghoon doesn’t like how unaffected he seems. Shouldn’t everyone wallow in his despair with him since it’s his birthday?

The younger continues, “I asked her yesterday and she said she’ll definitely be here. So we just need to make sure you look super hot tonight.”

He feels a flicker of hope arise in him.

“It’ll probably take a lot of work, but we’ve got time.”

The flicker sizzles and dies. He glowers at Sunoo. “Gee, thanks.”

However, true to his word, Sunoo makes sure that Sunghoon does look super hot. It’s actually insane how hot he looks. He admires himself in the mirror. Maybe being a try hard isn’t such a bad thing if he ends up looking as gorgeous as this.

The party starts without a hitch and is soon in full swing. His friends are all starting to get very drunk (except Jungwon and Riki, because Riki is waiting until midnight for the sake of integrity and Jungwon is a Good friend who is waiting with him) and Sunghoon feels himself getting a little cloudy minded too. But as he stumbles a little through the hall, he still can’t see you.

But there is someone who looks just like you at the end of the hall and in the kitchen right now. He walks towards them, squinting a little and hearing them laugh and say goodbye to someone who’s evidently leaving the kitchen. Wow, they even sound like you. As he enters the room, the person perks up and greets him, and when he blinks the blurriness out of his eyes, you appear in front of him.

Oh. “Hi Y/N,” Sunghoon says, flushing.

“Hey Sunghoon, happy birthday.” God, your smile is pretty. Your outfit is pretty too, and your hair and your face and your hands, where…

There’s a wrapped box in your hands, and you follow his gaze down to it, then start in surprise as if just remembering it. “Oh, yeah, this is for you! Where should I put it?”

Sunghoon is still trying to comprehend that you’re really here and talking to him as he tells you, “Just on the table is fine.”

Okay. This is his chance. Now or never. “Do you want to go to the backyard for a bit? I need some air.”

Maybe he’s hallucinating a little because of the alcohol (or delusion) but he swears you blush. “Sure.”

You follow him out to the back. He’s surprisingly steady for someone who’s had as many drinks as he has, and stops out on the back porch, turning to face you.

You clear your throat as he tries to get his pounding heart under control. “So how’s your day been so far?”

He can hear it beating in his eardrums, and hopes you can’t hear it too. “Yeah, good, good. Um, can’t really complain. I ate pizza.”

Sunghoon is really not sure what to say now. But apparently the alcohol in his system does, as he’s speaking before he’s even processed the words.

“Can I kiss you?” he says at the same time as you say, “I have another present for you.”

The both of you stare at each other for a moment, not having heard the other’s words. “What?” you ask.

Sunghoon feels his stomach churn and hears an alarm go off in his head. “Um, it’s nothing. You go first.”

You look away shyly for a second. Yep, you’re definitely blushing, he thinks. “I said I have another present for you. I was kind of waiting for the right time to give it to you.”

He’s surprised, if nothing else. “You didn’t have to get me two presents.”

He’s also curious. “So what is it?”

“Can you close your eyes?” You’re avidly avoiding his gaze.

Sunghoon obeys, and the darkness behind his eyes makes him all the more aware of the sound of his heart. He’s nervous and scared and anxious and frightened, and then all of it is melting away because your lips press themselves to his and you’re kissing him. You’re kissing him, and he’s kissing you. Sunghoon’s stomach flutters and he brings his hands to your waist. It’s a very good kiss, and he can taste a little bit of cake on your tongue as it deepens.

Then you’re pulling back and Sunghoon is metaphorically and literally breathless. You kissed him. He kissed you.

“Happy birthday, Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon’s face breaks out into a grin and he takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. He tugs you into his chest and looks down at you. “Thanks.”

And he kisses you again.

[ryuichirou]

Thanks for feeding us neigevil fans. I love your art so seeing you drawing this ship makes me happy, may the gods of twst gacha be kind to you 🥰

Idk if anyone has asked but thoughts or headcanons of neigevil? What about Rollo?

(We got this ask after this art)

Thank you so much for showing our stuff so much love, NeigeVil fans <3 It means a lot! And I, once again, am sorry that it took me a long time to reply. Like I’ve probably mentioned before, I want to draw these two again at some point. But today is not the day; instead, today is the day you get your headcanons, Anon!

Also if you haven’t seen these yet, here is the link to our post with Rollo-centric headcanons. We love this boy very much, and we’re super excited that he got himself a pretty-looking card.

Alrighty, so Neige/Vil…

Neige has a crush on Vil, and this crush has been with him ever since their first meeting. But he isn’t really sure about the nature of these feelings. He is very open about them with his dwarf friends though: sometimes he comes back from work happy and singing because he met Vil after his photoshoot and had a chat with him. So they all know that he is either in love or just really really really wants to be Vil’s friend. Neige isn’t sure which one it is either.

Neige remembers how cool and professional Vil looked when they first met, how he shook his hand and stuff. It wasn’t Vil’s first time on set, even though it was his first role, so he really made Neige feel comfortable by just being so confident and relaxed and excited. Neige really treasures this memory, but Vil doesn’t seem to remember much of it.

But what Vil does remember is that he thought they were going to become friends back then. Maybe it was because Neige asked him to be his friend, maybe it was because they had a lot of fun that day, but unfortunately it was one of many potential friendships that got ruined by the adults comparing these two to each other. It was pretty early on when Vil decided that he’d never be Neige’s friend. Neige is kind of oblivious to this whole thing though, he thinks that Vil is his friend, and the main reason he’s so distant is that he is just way too cool and professional and busy to hang out with him.

Vil has influenced Neige’s style a lot. He has no idea just how much time Neige spends looking at his magicam and taking notes and trying very hard to find clothes that would look as if Vil has picked them for him. If you talked to him about it, he would chuckle and say that he is too shy to ask Vil directly.

Which isn’t a complete truth though: he isn’t really shy around Vil. He gets so excited that he forgets about his shyness entirely and starts talking and clinging to Vil and trying to make him pay attention to him. He is completely enamored and he stares a lot at him in general. He really wishes they’d spend more time together…

A lot of times Vil just rolls eyes at Neige (always sneakily though, he knows better than to show a fellow actor his distaste for him), but he does admire his professionalism. And yes, there are moments when he thinks that Neige isn’t just overly cute and sweet, but actually quite a good-looking guy. Not entirely his type, but still handsome nonetheless…. Why is he thinking about it, again?

Vil is, like I mentioned, oblivious about Neige’s feelings. If anything, he believes that Neige is simply being a nice innocent boy and is friendly with everyone, so there isn’t anything special about the way he treats Vil. But jokes on you, Vil, because every single selfie with you that Neige takes instantly become Neige’s phone lock screen for weeks, until his management asks him to change it into something else.

Neige doesn’t have a lot of selfies with Vil though, because Vil always comes up with an excuse to avoid it. He is either in a hurry, or doesn’t feel good, or has a bad hair day, there’s always something that prevents Neige from taking a selfie with Vil. So it’s kind of a personal mission for Neige at this point lol Their fanbases also crave for this selfie… The day NeigeVil finally drop a picture of them together, the internet is going to explode.

A couple of spicy ones; if these two were to find themselves in any kind of intimate situation (even if it’s just a pretend thing for a role or something), Neige would comment about how much more experienced Vil is, and how he’ll work hard to be on his level. This comment sounds horrible to Vil in any context: the idea of Neige working hard to be a perfect lover to him is too cursed to consider. But it’ll still make him blush.

And jokes on Vil once again, because Neige is such a fast learner, that one moment he is a very sloppy kisser, and then suddenly he kisses and touches his body in all the right places because “he just felt like it’d make Vi-kun feel nice there”. Vil is going to both get overwhelmed by how good it feels, and be in agony because fuck you Neige stop being a prodigy at everything.

[vlad-theimplier]

WIP Wednesday: Custos Custodium

Have some Jensen-Pritchard snark! I ripped ShadowChild's entrance out of the events of Breach because a) she's cool, and I wanted her to pop up more than once; b) I needed to set up an augmentation trick anyway; c) I was already repurposing Breach; and d) see above Jensen¬Pritchard vibes. (That's the formal-logic NOT operator, FYI--seems more apropos than an ampersand.) Read the whole thing at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55686901/chapters/141357007

“Francis. What’ve I done to deserve this?”

“Good evening, Jensen. How’s Prague? I hope I’m not interrupting your busy schedule of brooding and kicking down doors.”

He took a slug of the new beer before responding. “How’d you know where I am?”

“I know you like to think you’re off the grid these days, but you do realize there’s a record when you use your credit chip or have a package sent to your apartment—nice slippers, I must say—and Interpol’s HR database is not their best-kept secret. Plus, I calibrated your systems. Every time you call or text, your infolink is broadcasting your position as well as your words. To me, at least.”

Jensen felt a muscle jump in his jaw. “So, you call just to chat, or…?”

“Six months ago, when the rest of the world thought you were dead and I helped you get back on your feet, I seemed to recall you saying, and I quote here, ‘I really owe you one, Pritchard.’” He forced his voice low and raspy.

Jensen rolled his eyes at the caricature. “I don’t recall saying it quite like that.” But he couldn’t deny that Pritchard had come through for him in a tight spot—and not just logistically. His chat with Sarif could have gone much worse without Pritchard’s righteous anger backing him up, and he might not have ever gotten mixed up with the Task Force or the Collective without that clearing of the air. Plus, almost anything would be better than stewing in his own aimless misery for a week. So he listened.

“Well, it just so happens there’s something in Prague that I need your help with. Tonight.”

No surprise. He took another swallow of beer. “Kinda busy.”

“Investigating TF29, I know. But if you help me with this, we’re even, I promise.”

“Fascinating. Still busy.”

“Come on, Jensen. You dropped in on me out of the blue with a depressed stranger, and I fed you, clothed you, put you up, patched things up with Sarif—”

“Sort of.”

“Okay, well, he paid you without making you sign anything. How much more did you want? Anyway, then I got you in the Collective’s good graces and helped you save your new cop buddies from a grisly and embarrassing death on that train. And let us not forget that, if not for my wise and thoughtful counsel, Faridah would have found out from someone else that you were back from the dead and promptly re-interred you.”

Jensen grunted.

“And through all of that, did I ever complain?”

“Yes. Loudly, if I recall.”

“Ugh. Well, be that as it may, I really think you’re overlooking a prime opportunity to do your two favorite things.”

He wondered what Pritchard thought those were. He wondered what he thought, himself. “Do tell.”

“Brooding and kicking in doors, of course. You get to brood over my onerous request, clearly so out-of-proportion to helping you extricate yourself from the rubble of your old life and get started on a new one.”

“Hah. What about the doors?”

“To a police station—a satellite location in Ver—uh, Verso-vise.”

Jensen sighed. “It’s pronounced Vr-sho-vi-tse, and we call them ‘precincts.’ You forget I’m a cop myself? I can’t just go busting down the door of the station.”

“I seem to recall you doing exactly that, back in Detroit. And besides, it’s for a good cause.”

Pritchard had him there, damn him. “Christ. Fine. What’s the cause?”

“A friend of mine was helping me with some research when she went dark. Based on what I’ve managed to access of the police files—surprisingly well-encrypted, by the by—they picked her up and took her to this ‘precinct’ of yours. But not officially.”

“No booking records? No charges filed?”

“Yes, those things. None of those. So you see why I’m worried.”

“This friend of yours.” Jensen put his credit chip down on the bar and twitched his head at the bartender. “She Augmented?”

“Precisely.”

“A hacker?”

“One of the best. Not as good as I am, of course, but very much in my league.”

“Of course. She got a name?”

“On the darknet, she goes by ‘ShadowChild.’ I don’t know her real name, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Jensen paid, stood, and collected his coat. “‘ShadowChild’? Jesus. So you want me to cross town, break into a police station, and break out an Augmented woman whose real name I don’t know before she gets disappeared by the PČR into Golem City?”

“Pretty much.”

“You know what she looks like, at least?”

“Um… her avatar is a stylized domino mask. Here.”

An image popped up in Jensen’s link of two blocky chevrons connected at the tips, like a pair of arrowheads. The left was black; the right, white. It didn’t look much like a mask to him. It was captioned “Shadow(hild,” with a parenthesis. Of course. “And this is supposed to help me… how?” he asked. He shouldered his way out the door as Pritchard stammered a non-reply.

Jensen exhaled in frustration and dug out a cigarette, shielding it from the wind that skirled between the old buildings and whipped his coat around his knees. “Fine. Forget it. Who needs intel anyway?” He cut the call on Pritchard’s indignant sputters and stalked into the night, trailing a plume of smoke.

[dobits]

beach hut confessionals: day thirty (casa day 3)

who did you share a bed with last night ? how did you sleep ?

“i shared with callie.” trying to keep a measured cool and failing, he erupts in a smile. “i slept good, it was good. after the charlene thing, i think we were both... i dunno, trying to be kinda respectful of her. between you and me though? we totally cuddled.” as if it’s the absolute most scandalous thing they could’ve done. far as he’s concerned, it kind of is.

are you getting on with any of the bombshells/originals? who’s at the top of your list?

“oh, dude, all the bombshells are, like, lifelong friends now, for sure. i can’t compare them though, damn dude, i wouldn’t say there’s a list... but, yeah, jude and naomi are my number ones. i know jude’s got a bad rap, but he’s got such a big, soppy heart, man. he really does mean well, i wish people would give the guy half a chance. and naomi, she’s, like, such a little weirdo low key. and she’s a really good friend, y’know, as long as she likes you.” there’s a long pause as angel rubs his chin, works up a begrudging thought. “it kinda sucks because... y’know, me and charlene have been super tight, but now i feel like it’s a little different...” lips purse, he inhales. “we’ll see, i’m sure it’ll be okay.”

do you see yourself starting to focus on one person or are you still exploring ?

“i’m definitely focused on her,” he nods, then his eyes flash to the camera and he smiles sheepishly. “callie, yeah. we’ve spent a lot of time just, y’know, quizzing each other about our lives and who we are and all that stuff,” he explains, talking with his hands. “i feel like we’re just kinda trying to fill each other up with our little trivia things ‘cause we know we don’t got a lotta time ‘til things get all shook up. yeah, it’s fun, i’m just really into our chats.”

how was the beer pong game ? what was most memorable about it ?

“uhhh, probably when jude and jenny cleared a fucking room?” snorted laughter, angel tips his head back. surely they can all joke about it now? “and the fact that we WON! bombshells killed it. see, they be thinkin’ we’re all sweet, but gloves come off and we decimate.” it’s all less intimidating when the words come out of a blushing, boyish smile. “and, yeah, of course my kiss.”

what was it like seeing the postcard ? what was the most shocking part of it ?

“to be honest, the dylan thing. the way naomi and callie talk about him, i really didn’t expect to see him getting cozy with somebody. it’s really lame, but i guess you don’t know the context of those pics, right?” trying his best to be optimistic, he stretches his lips in a cringe. “i dunno, i hope she can graft around and have some fun here, she deserves that.”

did the postcard change anything about your perspective moving forward ?

“nah, i mean,” he shrugs, “way i see it, that stuff is totally separate from me. it’s messy, for sure, i just hope it doesn’t make everybody, like, start acting all crazy now. it’d be kinda lame if the ogs just shamelessly rebounded without a real connection, right?”

who did you vote for the hideaway ? why ?

both palms are set against either cheek, his fingers fencing in his eyes. “i voted char,” he confesses all at once. “dude, i felt bad! what else was i gonna do? i couldn’t give jude another sophie’s choice of who to take with him, that’d scramble his brains for sure. and dante obviously doesn’t need privacy to game out. -- vote for myself? tool behavior, man. look, it was between char and stella and i felt bad, okay?”

if you could have voted for an original to go in the hideaway, who would you have voted for ?

“-- probably callie.” big, silly grin. he shrugs. “it’s not tool behavior if she gets to choose.”

[bunnie-tells-stories]

~Unnamed Miraculous Fanfiction Pt. 2~

Hi Just wanted to start off with saying this is snippet of chapter 2. As the last one was also a snippet of chapter 1! I had some interest in the last post so if this one gets a little traction as well I'll post this to Ao3 or wattpad or something... Anyways Part 1 if you missed it

Bonjour Violette,

Welcome to Paris! As long as I’m around no harm will come to you here. You have a friend in me

Love, Chat Noir

I feel a slight blush creep onto my cheeks as I bring in the vase and set it on my vanity in the direct sunlight. I remove the bracelet, and clip it around my wrist admiring the silver chain with a single charm hanging from it. A black cat. 

I have a feeling I’m very much going to enjoy my year here in Paris. The city of love, and what is shaping up to be a very interesting after school activity. 

As I’m heading out the door Blanca pokes her head out of the jewelry box. “Violette? Uhm…in order for my magic to work I have to stay close to the miraculous. I have to go to school with you.” 

“Oh…right I guess that would make sense. So…like just tag along in my bag? Do you eat? Or go to the bathroom or?” 

“Oh no I really only need to eat after you’ve used your miraculous in order to recover my abilities. So I’ll be no trouble for you at all. I can easily just hang out in your bag!” Blanca zips away from the jewelry box and appears to use some kind of glittery portal to enter my bag slung over my shoulder. 

The whole thing startles me a little bit and I almost drop my bag with Blanca inside. However before I’m able to even process that my new magical tag along can phase through objects I hear Vincent calling my name from downstairs. 

So I snatch my socks from my dresser and race down the stairs with them in hand. Once I’m at the bottom of the stairs I slip my socks on right as my brother hands me a croissant. 

“Don’t wanna be late on our first day do you slowpoke?” Vin gives me a small nudge with his foot and I jump up off the stairs and step into my shoes as I take a bite of the croissant he had just handed me. It was starting to cool off a bit by now since I had taken so long. 

I was so caught up in day dreaming about what I thought life in Paris would be like I almost made us late to our first day at school. 

Following my brother out the door I catch a glimpse of golden hair on the street across from our host home, but it vanishes into a completely blacked out car before I have the time to analyze it any further. 

My brother taps my elbow to keep me from standing still anyways. “Come on Vi we can check out paris later…I really don’t want to be late on the first day.”

We link arms, mostly so that he can keep me from stopping again. I don’t really mind because it means I don’t fully need to think about walking anymore. Naturally my attention turns back to Chat Noir as I study the bracelet he gave me. There seem to be plenty more loops for other charms. 

I hope this is because he plans on giving me more. That we will spend more time together and I’ll get to know him better. My heart begins beating a little faster, I wonder if even…maybe somehow this chance encounter could become…love? 

“New Jewelry?” Vincent asks also peeking at my bracelet as we walk arm in arm. 

“You could say that I guess,” I try to shrug it off, act like it’s nothing special. Though I wish desperately to tell Vinny everything. There will be time for that but just not yet. “Came in the box mom gave me.”

 “You’re sure that those aren’t important?” Vinny asks 

“Yeah mom said that she couldn’t find anything significant about the box, and when I sent her pictures of the jewelry she said the same. Nothing of significance and it’s okay if I wear it.” 

“Okay, if you say so.” 

Before my brother can ask anymore questions we’re standing at the steps of our new school watching other students pour into the building. I unlink my arm from Vin’s and skip up the steps ahead of him. 

I can’t wait to get my first day done with so I can get home and get to go out with Blanca and getting to see Chat Noir again. 

 “Miss Leblanc, Mr Leblanc. Welcome to our class! We were just about to get started with our seating assignments for the beginning of the year,” Miss Bustier cheers as I enter the classroom. 

I whip my head around confused as to of why she was addressing Vincent as well. Only to see him a few steps behind me. 

The teacher continues listing off names in the order that they’re going to be sitting I try my best to listen to the names but find myself staring at a boy. 

I don’t know him, but something about him feels so familiar. His golden hair swoops just above his eyes, bright green eyes. And the way he smiles as he talks to the boy in the red hat behind him…

Surely it’s just a coincidence. I’m sure Paris has lots of boys with swoopy golden hair, green eyes, and charming smiles. 

Actually now that I think about it yeah, there weren’t any other parallels between this boy and whoever was underneath chat noir’s mask. I fiddled with the bracelet gifted to me by the black cat superhero. The thought that he could be just about any boy in Paris…

I wish we had heroes back home, though based on everything I read about what the heroes in Paris have to deal with I guess it’s good that we don’t have the villains heroes would fight. Hopefully it’s not too dreadfully annoying to deal with villains while going about your normal day. 

“Adrien Agreste? You’ll be sitting here,” Miss Bustier announces. And as she does I notice a girl with dark pigtails giggling and squirming in the spot that she stood she had her fingers crossed and her eyes closed and wasn’t really drawing much attention to herself but the moment had picked my interest away from the blonde boy. 

“Violette Leblanc you’ll be next to him. Adrien is rather good at English, and will make for a good desk neighbor,” Miss bustier announces to the class. 

As I make my way to my seat I notice the girl with the pigtails and pink pants‘ mood change significantly. The excitement and joy I’d seen in her just a moment ago switched to a glare. As if I had purposely taken away from her the one and only thing she had wanted. 

Adrien however offers a gentle smile and a soft hello. His eyes dart to my bracelet then back to my face when I wave back. “Nice bracelet,” he whispers as our teacher continues on with the seating arrangement. 

[viky2318]

killing cool guys without regret (maybe) :D

The fire man felt the impellent need to take everybody and teleport as far as he could. What was supposed to be a simple "let’s find Muffet and bring her back home safe" was becoming a "let's kill someone we don't even know if we can kill". Yeah, Sam was killable, Grillby knew it, but maybe they didn't have the ability to do it. He didn't forget what happened to Maddy back in Underswap. And what if that was just the tip of the iceberg? A power such as code editing wasn't something to underestimate… He knew that (sadly) he couldn’t change the others’ mind, so he had to make sure they didn’t get too hurt. He was going to keep an eye on everyone (Flowey included) and the moment things take a bad turn he was going to grab them and bring them away. Where though? Their “house”, as they used to call it, was Sam one. He was not gonna bring them back there. The underground of some True Pacifist timeline was an option, at least for a quick safe place. They had been in some-

…

Maddy flinched before suddenly disappearing into thin air, as if she never had been there. Before Grillby could say or do anything, the floor split apart and he fell into a deep blackness. The last thing he saw were their friends, still like statues, apparently not noticing his sudden disappearance.

Grillby kept falling for a while. He tried to teleport, but it simply didn’t work. He looked for a floor, but there was nothing on sight. It seemed like he was stuck in an endless dark pit. If we ignored the fact that he had no idea of what was happening, where the others were, if there was actually an end to the falling and where Sam was (because surely they had something to do with this) he could have almost considered the situation relaxing. There wasn’t acceleration while falling, as if there was no gravity and he was moving only due to his own initial speed. There was air friction, but it somehow didn't slow him down. Truly an interesting situation, but Grillby right now didn't have the will nor the mind to focus on that and notice how unnatural the situation was. What was he supposed to do to get out? Could he actually get out? Where were the others? Were they in his same situation? 

A hand poked him on the arm. The fire man turned his gaze to whoever was there, only to find no one. A chuckle from the opposite side made him turn around once again, finally spotting Sam next to him. “Sorry man, I just- you seemed really in deep thought, I kinda had to”, they commented, smiling. “Can you stop all this?” Grillby asked, taking mental note of Sam’s particularly good mood. He never saw them so cheerful. The human raised a brow, then explained: “well, technically I could, but… why should I? We’re floating in space, but there is air blowing against you as if you were falling! If I have to be honest, it’s the first time I made such a big change on a whole dimension…”. Grillby sighed quietly, then made another few of the many questions he had in mind at the moment. “Where are we? Where are the others?”. Sam moved to a more sitting-like position, crossing their legs. “This is the Void of a specific Undertale timeline. Being unstable and partially undefined, this place is way easier to shape at will than a normal timeline. I’ll fix it back when we finish this little chat of ours. And the others are in the Anti-void. They’re fine, don’t worry. They probably won’t even notice your absence”. “What about Maddy? I saw her disappearing, but she didn’t teleport”. They placed an elbow on their leg, resting their chin on the back of their hand and making a less joyful expression, almost an awkward one. “Eeehhh… she didn’t want to help me, so I sent her to a safe place. There’s no one there so she won’t risk making bad meetings while she's there, and she'll be able to leave when I finish this round of meetings I’m doing”, they explained. “So she's trapped in an empty timeline until you decide to free her” the fire man replied in a more cold tone. “What- no! Well, technically yes but- like this you make it sound as if she's my prisoner or something! She's just safe, in a single timeline. After all the mess I did to have you all in the same place again, I’m not going to let her get lost in the multiverse. She would end up in a really bad mess”. Grillby frowned. “What do you mean?” he asked. Was Sam saying they made Maddy and Grillby find Muffet? The human smiled again, raising a brow. “Grillby, my man… you know perfectly that searching someone in the multiverse without knowing anything about where they are is nearly impossible. When I noticed Muffet got out of the house searching for me I decided to give you a little hand. By the timeline she went to I originally thought she was gonna come accompanied by… another person. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t survive a fight against her… I thought I needed to buy some time, so I handed Maddy the right bucket. I had one hellish time synchronizing the appearance of the paint bucket with Maddy’s quick movements! She was in such a bad mood… and she still is… Anyway, that person isn’t here, so everything’s fine!”. The fire man couldn’t help notice that Sam was different somehow. They normally were quiet, not as Grillby but still pretty chill. The only time he saw them so cheerful was when they first met the guys. Something big must have happened. “What’s going on? Why did you bring me here?” he asked.

The human’s face lit up. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot! While I was around, I did a little research about you and the others. To understand you all better, and not make the same mistakes twice”. Sam moved a hand in the air, and the two softly landed on a floor. “You see, your timeline was particular. IS particular, it still exists. When I originally went around searching for someone who would help me with all the killing-thing, I noticed something different in your timeline. I couldn’t figure out what at the beginning, ‘cause I didn’t search too deep, and I ended up taking you all from there because if something went wrong and I decided to send you back, it was easier to remember a weird-looking timeline than a normal one. Aaaaand no, you’re not from Dusttale. I wouldn’t take anything from there. It is an Undertale timeline. At least, it once was. When I took a more careful look at the timeline… man, you have no idea what I discovered!”. Sam opened a portal. On the other side, there was visible the bridge that brought to the MTT resort in any Undertale timeline. Sam got in the portal, and Grillby hesitantly followed them. He noticed that even now that he was in another place he couldn’t teleport. “This timeline probably is a discarded idea for an alternative universe, but the creator didn’t make many important changes. They just gave some characters a background and played a bit with a few personalities. Nothing that would influence the course of events when the human fell down- the universe was probably supposed to focus on some things that happened before the came of Frisk or way later, when the human got out of the Underground. I discovered that here Muffet had an incredible mother, dead when she was 37, and 9 loving siblings that helped her through her worst days. That Maddy has always been shy and their anger isn’t just a feeling they used to fuse with their body. That you had a brother that died when you two were around 40. But not only that! You lived in Hotland. You knew Papyrus and Sans when they were children and lived in New Home! And your father had a restaurant!”. Sam was rambling about the fire man’s life as if they were talking about the plot of a book. And he didn’t like that. “But wait, there’s more! Let me just… bring the timeline a few decades back…” Sam added, laying a hand on Grillby’s shoulder in a friendly way. He then did something with their hand, a slow movement with the wrist as if he was turning something around. Grillby saw things starting to go backwards, always more and more quickly. People walking, lava flowing, the MTT resort being built in place of a square, again people walking, hanging out in the old square, then rocks going up the bridge again from the lava, people running and getting up from under those as the rocks moved up again and blocked against the ceiling, then again people walking, and then…

Time stopped moving backwards. Now there was a small group of monsters walking on the bridge. They were around 35 years old, which are more or less the equivalent of 17-18 human years in age. Two of them were skeletons, a pretty short one and a taller one, and the other two were fire guys of practically the same height, slightly shorter than the taller skeleton, distinguishable only by the fact that one of them wore a pair of rectangular glasses. And in the middle of all these monsters… A human. They looked around the same age as the monsters, or at least the human correspondent of it. They were next to the taller skeleton, listening to him with a shine of marvel in their eyes. The two fire guys were on the human’s other side, the one wearing glasses more external and a bit behind the other, holding his hand tightly. He didn’t look shy or insecure. He was more… untrustful. The shorter skeleton was walking behind the group, a more mature- almost adult look in his eye sockets as he listened to the taller skeleton. “That human… you see them? That’s me! A few years younger, but still me! It was really hard to bring the timeline back like this, you know? I fell in the CORE with an earthquake, so I got erased from this timeline. From what I discovered, I hit my head hard in the rush of searching for a shelter before falling in. That’s why I found myself in the Void with no past memories! Absurd, right? This creator probably had no idea of how memory loss works” the human commented. Grillby had hard times believing what he was seeing, yet it wasn’t wrong. He remembered this moment, but it was different. The human was missing from his memories. But the more he looked at the scene, the more what he remembered felt like an odd version of the facts. What he was looking at wasn't what he remembered, yet it was correct. And the simple fact that the version with Sam in it felt more realistic than his own memories was making Grillby… unsettled, to say at least. There was no way this was his real past, yet it was perfectly fitting. “And you know what else I discovered?” Sam then asked. They almost sounded like a child in a dinosaur museum. Before the fire man could react, the two of them were again in the Void, but this time they were in front of some sort of text box.

*Title: [NONE];

*Owner: [REDACTED];

*BaseSource: Undertale;

*tLines: 234;

-21 Pacifist;

-186 Neutral;

-27 Genocide;

*Created: [ERROR.404:DATA_NOT_FOUND]

*Last_edited: 1/3/202X (tLine.1)

Grillby read the content a few times, recognizing it as some sort of description of a universe. In a moment, he realized what he was looking at. Sam spoke again. “This is the base data of the timeline. It apparently became officially a universe apart when I took you and your friends out of it. In fact, after a certain while you disappear from the timeline and the whole universe, and a bit of mess starts. Sans takes hold of your bar, Muffet’s siblings administer the spiders of her clan while searching for her, and Maddy’s cousin in the Ruin dummy gets worried and leaves the ruins to search for them. It started ramificating into different timelines, as the Flowey and the Frisk of this timeline made different choices. And all of this because of something I did! This is practically my universe! I can do anything I want in this universe! I can decide who dies and who lives, how everyone acts, thinks, anything! The only thing I can't change is what the old creator already did, which is almost nothing. They just wrote until my arrival, a few details here and there, and then left. Everything that happened later can be changed at my will! the only thing I can't change are you, Muffet and Maddy, but because you became outcodes and so you aren't part of the timeline anymore”. Grillby thought about it for a while. “What are you gonna do about it?” he then asked, a bit skeptical. Sam raised a brow, looking at him in confusion. “Uh… what do you mean?” they asked back. Grillby gave them a cold look, then explained: “you apparently have the power of a creator over a universe. What are you gonna do now? Create something new? Fix it? Or just… break it more, as every creator does?”. Sam’s smile faded a bit, concern appearing on his face. “... You really think I would do such a thing? Grillby… after all I did- or tried to do- to avoid those kinds of stories, you really think I would try creating one? That would make me a hypocrite, don’t you think? I want to make everything better. Starting from here and going ahead, fixing this universe first and then trying to do the same with the others. I’ll find a way to surpass the creators’ powers and erase all those stories filled with pain, giving them a better ending! Let’s just say- _Tale! Ink could have a happy family and a world for himself! Or- Dreamtale! Gosh, Nightmare and Dream could have a happy life and friends, or maybe I could even stop the murder of the original Guardian of the Tree! I could make everyone happy!”. Grillby couldn’t help feeling more and more concerned. “... This isn’t right. You’re talking about something you don’t even know if it’s possible. And if it was… Even if those stories are painful, many characters grew up from their struggles. You would end up with many people not being what they are now. Not only that, but by doing this you’re taking control of the whole multiverse, limiting the creators to your own rules. That’s not what we wanted to do. We wanted them to create happiness again. By doing what you want to do they will end up losing motivation due to the fact that they are limited and the multiverse will die, forgotten”. Sam frowned. Their smile quickly faded, replaced by a more serious look. “... you can’t know how good or bad it will be until you feel it on your skin".

"… let me help you understand”. 

They were again on the bridge. That horrible feeling of dread you feel when something real bad is about to happen filled Grillby’s head in an instant. He knew in which moment they were. He couldn’t move a muscle, not even if he tried hard.

Now on the bridge there were only the human and the two fire guys. 

“It’ll be fine, I swear! I’ll make sure we don’t get hurt. We’ll avoid the oldest buildings, so that we won’t risk too much!” the human was saying. The younger version of Grillby shook his head. “Not even thinking about it. Buddy, I understand you’re curious, but… the older areas of New Home are dangerous! Too dangerous! We’ll kill ourselves! And you have way more chances to die because of your lack of magic”. Sam looked away, a bit sad. “... are you refusing just because I’m a human?” they commented, a bit of coldness in their tone. Grillby made a surprised look. “What- no! How would you ever think of such a dumb thing?! I would refuse even if it was Ezra to ask me to” he stated. Ezra, the other fire guy, shrugged. “Well… I don’t see the problem as long as we don’t get in any building”. Grillby looked at the brother in surprise, furrowing a bit. “What? Not also you, brother… It’s dangerous! And what dad will do if he finds out we sneaked around in a place where we shouldn’t be, risking our lives for nothing?”. Ezra smiled quietly at the younger brother, then patted him on the shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry! We always do that, right? Remember the time we went looking around in Waterfall? We risked getting wet several times” he commented reassuringly. Grillby gave him a severe glare. Even if he was the younger, he felt like he had to be the responsible one sometimes. “It’s different. In Waterfall we had tracks to follow so we didn’t end up in the water. There we won’t have safe streets to walk on to make sure a piece of concrete doesn’t fall on our heads!”. Ezra rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Oh c’mon! Now you’re making it overdramatic. It’s not that old. And we’ll take only a quick look, ok?”. Grillby took a step away from him, glaring at the two severely. “If no one goes there in ten years and the Dreemurr family blocked the access to the area, there must be a good reason! Why won’t you listen to me…”. Ezra huffed in annoyance, then said: “If you’re too scared to come, you can always stay home. It’s not a problem, you know?”. Grillby remained silent for a while, his expression changing into a more concerned one. It was the first time his brother told him so directly to not go around with them. He wasn’t sounding like a jerk, he was simply serious, but it still hurt. Sam, who remained silent until then, spoke. “Uh- I’ll go in the meanwhile. If you want I'll stay around the entrance for a while to wait for you. Ok?” they said, a bit unsure for the moment. Ezra shook his head. “No no, don’t worry. I’ll come. If Grillby wants to join us later, he can always call me” he said, smiling quietly at Grillby. He then started walking towards New Home, Sam quickly reaching him and walking next to him, leaving Grillby alone.

“You remember what happened next, right?”, the present Sam asked. Grillby remained silent, watching his past self slowly turning around and starting to walk home. “The earthquake. Ezra and I were still on our way when it started. He died under a rock, and I disappeared. Right?”. The fire man didn’t answer, so Sam kept going. “You could have changed it. You know it. You and Ezra always stay together for a good reason. He is the sword, and you are the shield. Without you he’s vulnerable, and without him you stop acting. But not only that! He physically can’t summon a shield, and you physically can’t summon a weapon. Your attacks are precise, but we all know they aren’t all that powerful. And he cannot protect himself from a 300 kilogram rock with a blade. He needed you. And you weren’t there".

"But you can be now”.

Suddenly, Grillby was able to move. Completely not caring about anything in the world, he started running towards New Home. At the time there wasn’t an elevator, so he had to take a longer road. He still was in time, he knew that. He remembered a lot of time passed before the earthquake started… or maybe it just felt like a long time? He kept going, hoping for the best. Grillby soon reached the old part of New City. Where were Ezra and Sam? They weren’t supposed to go too far from there…

…

Everything started shaking. Rocks started falling from the ceiling and pieces of the bridge started breaking. Grillby spotted Ezra after some time, helping Sans and Papyrus to get away. What were they doing here? Oh right, they lived in New Home. Probably they came with Sam and Ezra when they discovered they were around. The wall of a building started cracking, and a big chunk of it fell apart. Grillby sprinted as fast as his legs could afford, grabbed the young monsters and summoned a fire shield on their heads. The rock slammed against the shield, shattering into melting shards. After some time, the earthquake finished. The little group stood there for a moment, petrified by the fear and the sudden adrenaline. Grillby looked at the three monsters. "You ok there?" he asked worriedly before releasing them. "Sure thing sir-..." Papyrus started, but then looked at him. "... Oh man, you look exactly like our friend, but older! Hey Ezra, is he an uncle of yours?" he asked the fire guy next to him. Ezra remained silent for a moment, confused at the sight of an older version of his brother, but before he could say anything Grillby spoke. "Not now, kid. I have to bring you all safe". Grillby decided to act as if he didn't know them. He had to. There was another Grillby waiting for his brother and friends. And the younger him will surely be filled with concern and guilt. It wasn't wise to give them all another weird thing. The fire man got up, and told the younger monsters to follow him. "What were you all doing here? This area is under maintenance. Imagine what would have happened if I didn't see you in time…". Grillby kept them near, quickly getting out of the city and heading towards Hotland. Then he remembered something. When his brother died, the letter that was sent to him said that his dust wasn't found in New Home… it was on a bridge in Hotland.

Almost the same moment the realization hit him, a second, stronger earthquake hit. Grillby didn't remember a second wave… or maybe was too scared to notice the interruption at the time. Grillby grabbed them all and runned as fast as he could to reach a safe place. In the blink of an eye rocks started falling from the ceiling, and almost killed them several times. Suddenly an enormous rock blocked the path, trapping them… on a bridge in Hotland. Grillby was about to turn around and try from another way, when Papyrus had an idea. "Let's move the rock! We can do this together!" He exclaimed, freeing himself from the fire man's grasp. Grillby had no time to try to stop him as the other two reached the young skeleton guy. Those young men… Papyrus summoned some attacks and Ezra held in hand a fire sword. They planted them under the rock using them as levers while Sans tried to move it with his blue magic. The rock moved by an inch, but it wasn't enough and they didn't have all that time. Grillby spotted a crack in the rock, but before he could stop the young monsters, it broke. Grillby instinctively went to his brother and pushed him away, taking the hit for him.

Ezra looked horrified at the man, half his body completely stuck under the rock as he slowly started dusting. “Oh shoot- no no no no no, please sir don’t die, I-I’ll help you! I-” he started, crouching and trying to pull him out. The fire man though gently laid a hand on his shoulder and looked at him, a small smile on his face. “It’s fine, Ezra. You’re fine, and that’s enough” he murmured before turning completely into dust. Ezra was terrified. He never saw someone dying, and this man resembled his brother too much. He looked at his friends and saw Papyrus stuck under the rock as well. Differently from the man though, he was still alive. He had to focus on who he could still save. He got up, the earthquake finally coming to an end, and helped Sans freeing his brother.

... I can't believe you really did this just because he made you face reality.

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[byuqi]

hihi! dw about late responses its alright <33 everyone has lives outside of social media and i completely get it!

also omg i have an online bestie too and i literally love her so much 😭🫶 i met her almost 4 years ago! i’ve only met her once tho 🧍

ALSO OMG I CANT BELIEVE I DIDNT SAY THIS BEFORE BUT IM GOING TO A TWICE CONCERT AJDJSKANSJSN! i’ve known this for months now BUT STILL WKDJAKESHKWS— i paid $1000 FOR MY TICKET AND IM BROKE NOW BUT THATS NOT THE POINT

OH MY GOD ALSO FUCK TIGER ATP BC HIS FRIEND (W) IS SO CUTE OH MY GOD 😭😭 (A) is literally so sweet and kind to me i cannot handle it. anyway lemme tell you abt (W) rq! so basically i’ve thought (W) was cute ever since the beginning of last year but never said anything abt it bc then tiger caught my eye (ew)but then like(W) started hella nice to me like once in English i needed help but everyone else was busy so (W) sat down next to me and helped me 😭 he was literally so nice i cant 😭 he also took our friend bananas phone so that he could call me one time bc banana and i are in the school band gc (yes we have a band group chat because we’re just so cool like that) and basically i was on the bus on my way home and then i get a call from his friend and i pick up and im like “banana? why are you calling me?” AND THEN (W) IS JS LIKE “hi bambi!” HE SOUNDED SO CUTE WIDKWJDKWBSKA! ALSO WE WENT TO A PARK FOR LIKE END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR CELEBRATION AND WHEN WE WERE WALKING HE WAS NEXT TO ME AND HES SO TALL LIKE?? okay well im only 5’3 BUT STILL HES LIKE 5’8 AND THATS RLLY TALL FOR ME!! like i have to look up to look at him 😭 OH MY GOD AND WHEN WE WERE WALKING WE SAW A PUPPY AND HE KNOWS I LOVE DOGS SO HE GRABBED MY HAND AND TOOK ME TO SAY HI TO THE PUPPY 😭 OUR FRIEND BANANA (the one who has my phone number) SAID (W) WAS WATCHING ME WITH A BIG SMILE ON HIS FACE THE WHOLE TIME 😭

anyway thats all! how’s life been going for you? i hope you have fun at your dance comp and have even more fun with your internet bestie!

-🦌

HI BAMBI!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

omg i met my online bestie and i miss them already! they literally give the best hugs ever😓idek when im gonna see them again too:((

HOW WAS THE TWICE CONCERT OMG??? awww W seems like hes good for you, FUCK TIGER🤗

dance comp was super fun! like theres so many memories that happened. i went to watch my coach dance friday night for a different show and then saturday night me n my bestie were crying reminiscing on all the old times yk? so it was rlly good’

[or-something-better]

August 29, 2022

(Nightly RP      Sam & Ruby wrote)

Dean

at the bunker I grab a beer and sit at the map table I’m still really concerned about Sam its bot like him to leave like that and not acknowledge us

Ellen

at the bunker with the team you guys that is not like Sam to just ignore us that way.

Jo

I agree. He’s been acting very off.

Eileen

+even after we all were hollering for his attention… I agree with you all. this is not normal behavior for Sam+

Dean

I still blame Ruby! She’s done something or played some part in it. That bitch acts like his friend then drags him into this kinda bullshit it’s not the first time!

Mary

It is very strange behavior for him.

Jo

He’s never acted this way before. I know that for sure.

Ellen

Maybe he had ear buds in and really didn't hear us.  thinking maybe not at the same time

Mary

Has he ever acted like this

Dean

Bullshit there was something wrong with him something bad like before

Ellen

Or maybe he had a lot on his mind and wasn't thinking clearly.. he did just have a huge ordeal and woke up grumpy thinking of how snappy he was before he left

Mary

What about the mark on his arm? What is it?

Dean

I’m telling you something happened to him and she’s involved

Eileen

+Mary, do you clearly remember that tattoo? clearly enough that you could draw it?+

Ellen

very stern and direct dean just cool it. Ruby has done alot for this team.

Mary

nods. Gets a piece of paper and draws the mark

Eileen

I take the paper from Mary and open my laptop to see if I can find anything similar on the hunters web.

Eileen

+well, I’m coming up with nothing here guys. I have no idea what this mark is. I’ve never seen it before+

Dean

watching DAMNIT! there’s gotta be something on it somewhere

Ellen

Well shit. Where else do you think he would have gone?

Ellen

can't believe there's nothing on this mark, wonder if it's in any lore books

Dean

Wherever the hell ruby is!

Ellen

shoots a glare at dean as to say stfu!

Lucifer

I grin widely at everyone as I appear in the middle of the Bunker and interrupt them  Guess who's baaaaack! Back, large, and in charge. Oh have I got some fun plans in store for everyone... We're gonna have a blast guys!

Dean

jump then rush and get in your face what the FUCK are you doing here?!? You aren’t in charge of a DAMN thing!

Lucifer

Ooh Deano- cool it huh? snap my fingers and offer him a small tin breath mints?

Mary

You are never in charge. No way would anyone let you be in charge

Dean

Fuck off bitch! knocking it out of your hand funny you being here all things considered but Gabe won’t allow you to have power dumbass!

Lucifer

Tch, maybe I should have offered soap instead, for that nasty mouth. snaps my fingers and offers a bar of soap

Dean

kicks it out of your hand why the fuck are you even here?

Lucifer

No one has to let me do anything sweetheart.  I take what I want.

Dean

Gabe will have a hell of a lot to say about that and cut your ass down to size AGAIN

Lucifer

Dean, dean- why are you so spicy today. Though kudos. Didn't know you could get your leg up that high.

Dean

YOU WANNA FIND OUT WHERE ELSE MY FOOT CAN GO?

Ellen

Well stop you, and so will Gabe!

Jo

There’s no way we’re gonna let you take over, Luci!

Lucifer

Awww... see this I motion at all of them, cooing like they're fussy children This is just so adorable. You're all so cute in your ignorance. I'll leave you all to wallow in it some more. Toodles I wink and vanish

Ruby

Once I finished making our sandwiches and put them on a plate.

Lucifer

I reach out to Ruby telepathically Ruby. Little chat? Meet with me..  the hillside we spoke of earlier...

Ruby

I start for the bedroom when I get a mental message from Lucifer telling me to meet him at the hillside. I hand Sam the plate with both sandwiches while letting him know Lucifer just told me to meet him at the hillside.

Sam

Sits up straighter on the bed and looks up from the manuscript I’m reading He just told you? What… you’ve got an angel-radio kinda thing going on with Lucifer now?

Ruby

“It’s a little different than angel radio because I can actually see him as well as hear him.”

Sam

Even more concerned now Does it work both ways? Does he see you?

Ruby

“I can project an image to him. He can’t just see me in the shower if that’s what you mean.”

Sam

Files that information away for later to ask Able about Where are you meeting Lucifer?

Ruby

“The hillside.”

Sam

Be careful. Don’t take any chances Ruby. I’ll be here where you get back.

Ruby

Once at the hilltop, I call Lucifer, and wait for him to appear.

Sam

Starts on the sandwiches.

Lucifer

About damn time you showed up. I appear behind her from the shadows

Ruby

"Got somewhere to go?"

Lucifer

Ah, ah, ah, dont start with attitude nowshhh.. You've been such a good little demon. No no, I really mean it..

Ruby

"Get to the point"

Lucifer

A few chuckles escape me Why is everyone so spicy today? Sheesh... Anyways, cheer up some. You're gonna be rewarded handsomely. Especially since you got my vessel. And to think.. Tch- I tried so damn hard! A flicker of anger and annoyance behind my eyes There was just something about Sammy.... But ah well, this one does well enough for me in the meantime.

Ruby

At his words, it feels like ice is in my veins. Have we been set up?

Lucifer

Oh don't look at me that way! Relax. I'm not taking Sam's meatsuit. I snort I couldn't even if I wanted to. No, no.. you bringing him on board this little 'team' of ours? Yeah, next best thing... That new little tattoo, is going to make sure of that. One more thing I picked up from dear old Dad. My nose wrinkles a little at the mention of him

Ruby

“Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to make Sam a Knight of Hell. You’re still thinking about them as mere humans. They’ve stopped the apocalypse more than once!” I place my hand on his arm “You used to rely on my advice.  He’ll be like a dog with a bone.  You’ve seen the Winchesters in action!”

Lucifer

I pause and glance at her, tiny little frown on my lips as I step back a bit. Considering what was said. ... I'll call you when I need you again, my dear. I vanish into thin air

Dean

I serious think all of this is fucked up. Luci....amara.....theres bigger things here than you guys realize! Somewhere now Sam’s involved too He shouldnt be back! Not like this!

Mary

I agree that something is going on. But Cain is also back. And if he's the father of evil. What could it mean? Not just for us but the world

Eileen

+you don’t suppose… do you think Lucifer and Amara are building armies to help them take over?!+

Ellen

listening carefully to everyone's opinions and doing some thinking look we have no idea what Lucifer and Amaras relationship was like before they both got locked away. sighing maybe they were one big happy family rolling my eyes at that thought maybe they're not here against each other but to stand together against Gabe. can't believe that just came out of my mouth you know joining forces..

Mary

And if Cain is joining the mix who knows

Eileen

I cover my mouth in shock +no… that just couldn’t be!+

Mary

We'll have to find out more if we could find clues

Ellen

Well we gotta think of something here.

Mary

I agree

Dean

If that’s true the we are gonna have to figure out how to stop the damn apocalypse yet again! thinking to myself but not sharing what if Luci has something to so with whatever is going on with Sammy

Ruby

Another message from Lucifer comes through. Standing at the counter I let Sam know the latest. Lucifer wants me back at the hill and wants me to bring you with me.

Sam

So what, you’re just at Lucifer’s beck and call now?

Ruby

Don’t shoot the messenger Sam!

Sam

I know she’s right and try to dial my attitude back a bit. Any idea what this is about?

Ruby

No idea, but what choice do we have? Reaching over and wrapping my arm around Sam’s arm “3-2-1” and pop us to the hillside.

Lucifer

I spot the both of them appear, my grin as unsettling as ever- it’s never a happy one but definitely unsettles people Well hello dynamic duo... Need the two of you to go play errand boy-- I glance at Ruby and hold my hands up - and errand girl, and go pick something up for me. Here. I hand her a paper with the address and description

Ruby

Puts the paper in my pocket

Sam

I slide up my jacket sleeve showing Lucifer my new inking. We might have a little bit of a problem. The orders I signed on to follow were those of Able, not yours. I’d like to speak to him about this… if you don’t mind.

Lucifer

I feign a huge pout Oh come on Sammy. Why ya gotta be that way? There's supposed to be trust between us old pals, huh? We can be friends at least.

Sam

I stiffen at the word friends We aren’t friends, and in truth… not sure that I ever see that happening.

Lucifer

Ouchie. That stung. I wave my hands hurriedly, dismissively at them Fine fine fine... Just deliver to Abel when you get it. It was for him anyways. I roll my eyes and vanish again

Sam

I look back over at Ruby, since what I do here is surely to affect her too. That’s acceptable to me…

Ruby

I read Sam the address, telling him where we need to go, and pop us over.

Sam

Once my feet are on solid ground again, I look across the street and see that we are at a Storage Facility, much like the one my Dad has stashed stuff in for years. Looks like someone’s got important things stashed for safe keeping, like Dad.

Ruby

Catching sight of two guards, I can’t believe it. “Shit! Of course they are…I recognize them. They belong to Crowley.”

Sam

Also sees the two guards come around the side of the unit. Of course they are, why is nothing ever simple? Okay. I wonder if this whole place belongs to Crowley, or if he’s just hiding his shit in plain sight.

Ruby

“It doesn’t matter to us. We just want the one item. In and out.”

Sam

Points to the hedge along the south side of the building Pop us over there and we can bring them to us. Slips the demon blade from pocket.

Ruby

Touches his shoulder and pops us over there.

Sam

Solid once again, I reach over and surprise tickle Ruby, causing her to laugh out loud and alert the demons to our presence.

Ruby

I unexpectedly burst out laughing. If you’d have told me 10 minutes ago I’d be laughing during any of this I’d have thought you were nuts.

Sam

Both demons approach the side of the building and as they turn, before either expect it, the first one finds my demon blade deep in his middle. Sending him back to Hell.

Ruby

The second one’s face meets my knee and Sam tosses me the blade which I catch and I finish him off. I pull the keys off his belt and take them with me, pulling out the paper Lucifer gave me, and begin looking for G47. At the unit, I unlock and pull off the padlock.

Sam

I reach down and grab the bottom of the rolling door and shove it open. With my hand on the blade in my pocket, I pull my flashlight and step inside.

Ruby

Follows Sam in. “Mahogany box with Angel warding sigils on it.”

Sam

Got it I turn to the left and begin looking. Be careful of trip wires. Dad always used them, I could see Crowley setting traps too, don’t touch anything you don’t have to.

Ruby

Cautiously watching my step I search on the right. After searching for less than five minutes I find the box behind a mill press. “Sam, this is it!”

Sam

You sure? Walks over to Ruby

Ruby

“Yes. Mahogany box, angel warding sigils.”

Sam

Let’s get out of here. I close the unit and put the lock back in place. As we walk to the street, I toss the keys onto the body of the guard, just before Ruby pops us back to the apartment.

Ruby

Back at the apartment I place the box on the coffee table. Going to the fridge, and grabbing us both a beer, I sit on the sofa, looking at the box. Curiosity gets the better of me and I set the beer down, picking it up.

Sam

I start to chuckle You know, I thought you’d last at least 15 minutes…

Ruby

I punch his shoulder “You know you want to know just as much as I do jerk.”

Sam

Open it

Ruby

Carefully opening it, I peek inside. I feel let down. Looking disappointedly at Sam. “It’s a cremated body. But I’ve never seen one this color before.”

Sam

Drinking my beer, while Ruby investigates the box. What color? Reaching for the box to see for self.

Ruby

“Whitish blue.”

Sam

My heart starts to race a little and I look inside. Shake it a little bit will ya?

Ruby

Carefully, I do just that. As I do, I see a chain sift to the top and show Sam.

Sam

I see the chain as well and reach down to get a pen off my journal by the sofa. Using the tip of the pen, I pull the medallion out of the cremains and my heart drops. Ruby, this is really bad.

Ruby

“ ‘Have a bad day’ bad or ‘apocalyptic’ bad?”

Sam

I’m pretty positive these are the last remains of Chuck…. I’m also positive that we really shouldn’t be handing them over to Abel without more information as to their use.

Ruby

“Better Abel than Crowley, Sam. We don’t have the luxury of not doing this. It’s too dangerous.”

Dean

getting frustrated You know what? I can’t sit here anymore and not doing anything I’m out with it without you all! heading to the stairs

Ellen

Just STOP Dean. shooting daggers at him

Dean

No! You all can fucking stand here if you want to I’m done! grab my keys running up the stairs and open the door....

Lucifer

standing right there in the doorway I laugh and casually prop a hand up against it blocking the entrance What? Can't a guy check in on his pals? Been a minute since I dropped by the Bunker now.

Eileen

I can’t let Dean go at this alone, so I follow him

Ellen

What the hell?

Mary

follows you and Dean to the door.

Dean

What the fuck man no what the hell you  doing. Here? I’m so sick of this bullshit!

Lucifer

Just doing house calls, what's wrong with that? Can't visit old friends now?

Dean

Fuck off since when would you call us friends!

Mary

What friends? I wasn't aware of a friendship

Jo

After plowing Dean and see Luci standing there the doorway shocked me.

Jo

That’s for good reason you haven’t been here in awhile!

Lucifer

I snap my fingers and silence her voice, dark look in my eyes

Ellen

I step in front of jo trying to protect her

Lucifer

I fling my wrist and slam Ellen against the wall to pin her there Honestly! What is it with you pesky humans-- it's like you never learn! I eye Mary and slowly start to approach her next

Ellen

trying to protect jo, I feel myself hitting the wall  watching lucifer as he holds me against the wall trying everything to be released from grasp

Mary

backs up silently. Not sure what to say at all

Eileen

seeing Lucifer approaching Mary, I step in front of her. +back off, bitch+

Lucifer

What gives? I'm smiling evilly Everybody's so jumpy lately.

Sam

Jo, Seeing the dead rise will do that to someone.

Lucifer

I start laughing Seriously? You all should be used to that by now.

Dean

Not when a mother fucker been killed with the first blade jackass!

Lucifer

I roll my eyes Well you saw Cain. Also seems you forgot he was a twin...

Lucifer

Whatever... Hasta la Vista. I'll be back. I wink then vanish again

Ruby

Getting back to the apartment with the groceries, I notice a note stuck to the door, and grab it.

Sam

Follows behind I’m carrying the supplies for tonight’s dinner and a six pack. See’s Ruby find a note attached to the door. Oh no, Come on! It’s another one, isn’t it?

Ruby

Sighing “Sam, this is what we signed up for.” I set a bag of groceries on the counter and say out loud, “Don’t get your panties in a wad.”

Sam

Steps inside and closes and locks the door Oh this is what we signed up for? I don’t remember anything being said about a gopher job for monsters.

Ruby

“It’s an address to take the ashes to. It’s Abel’s address.”

Sam

That is at least a piece of information that I’d been wanting to get my hand on.  Well, then, let go do it. The sooner I finish all my fetch and carry responsibilities, maybe I can sit down a minute and try to put these pieces together. Does it happen to say what Able wants the ashes for?

Ruby

“I agree with you. I know it’s frustrating, but I’m sure when we need to know, they’ll tell us what we need to know. Right now it must not be our concern. It’s just got to get done. You want something to eat before we go?”

Sam

No I’m good, I had a couple of late sandwiches…

Ruby

I roll my eyes and mumble, “I’m sure you did.”

Eileen

after Dean and I tell the others to get searching to find anything we possibly can on Abel, I pull out my laptop again and do my own research

[10:09 PM, 8/29/2022] Ellen SPN: finding books and books and reading on everything we can in the lore.

Jo

Trying to read everything

Mary

tries to find anything useful in the books. Looking up everything

Ellen

everything om finding just talks about Abel’s death and then Cain dam I'm not seeing anything here.

Mary

I'm not finding anything at here either. Are we missing something

Ellen

You know what? I wonder if killing Cain brought on another prophecy, or something else sharing my thoughts with the team

Jo

So far, it hasn’t been in anything I’ve read.

Ellen

phone starts going off. As I pull it out I see that it's Ash Hey Ash what's up?

ASH

Hey Ellen, how’s it goin’? Listen, something suspicious is happening near the old moldavite mine on the outskirts.

Ellen

Well Ash.. I’m a little busy at the moment

ASH

It’s important, Ellen! Lucifer has been seen up there and we needed to know what he wanted.

Ellen

All right well be there. Thanks Ash hangs up the phone

Ellen

putting my phone away, I fill the team in hey guys, Ash just called and apparently lucifer has been seen up over at Moldavite mine. We need to gear up and go now!

Mary

gets my gear together and waits for the others

Ellen

grabbing my gear I head for my truck who's riding with?

Jo

I am mom!

Dean

Damnit lets go! Who riding with me in baby?

Mary

I will Dean

Eileen

+eh I don’t particularly care but sure I’ll ride Dean+

Ellen

after everyone piles in. I push the clutch in and the start the truck. Drop it in first, then second, the truck starts sliding sideways, and hitting third hard we straighten out as we speed towards Moldavite Mine.

Dean

grab my duffle bags and head to my car and wait for those riding with me to get in I start it up

Ruby

I pop us to the mine.

Sam

At the entrance to the Moldavite Hollow mine, I turn on the lights at the side of my helmet and pull the smaller helmet out of my bag and hand it over for Ruby. It doesn’t look like the ground has much moisture, so as long as we avoid loose rocks might not be hard going. You ready?

Ruby

“Right behind you, boss.”

Dean

we pull up outside and I park

Ruby

Looking out the opening to the mine, I catch sight of the team from the bunker, hurrying Sam forward. “We’ve got company.”

Sam

Looks back at her Good kind or bad kind?

Ruby

“Brother kind.”

Ellen

we pull up to the Mine and park the cars

Sam

Making our way inside the mine, we search as we walk. What kind of idol could be hidden in a mine anyway? I brush my hand across a smooth rock surface and feel an almost tingle of electricity. Hold on Ruby. I pick up the rock, it feel different than an ordinary rock, and almost appears to glow.

Ruby

Watching Sam hold the rock up, I see his eyes change. “Sam, the longer you hold that your eyes are turning darker.”

Sam

I think we’ve found what we were looking for. I can feel the energy starting to move up my arms.

Jo

I catch Ruby out the corner of my eye walking into the mine.

Eileen

I catch sight of the mine entrance, which, conveniently, was covered in “KEEP OUT! DANGER” signs +dammit. it just HADDDD to be a mine. couldn’t have been.. oh I DONT KNOW, a wide open PRAIRIE?!+

Jo

Eli, stick with me and Mary and we’ll keep you calm.

Dean

completely pissed off about the entire situation i told you! I fucking KNEW that bitch was in on it!

Ellen

taking in what Dean just said. Hoping he's not right about this, but he just might be

Eileen

+yeah thanks Jo, but I’m not sure you quite get how the whole claustrophobia thing works. just having other people generally doesn’t make the problem go away+

Ruby

Watching Sam hold the rock up, I see his eyes change. “Sam, the longer you hold that your eyes are turning darker.”

Dean

I bust into the place grabbing at the idol Give me that Sammy!

Sam

Dean! Tries to hold to the rock and moves back away from him

Dean

I tackle you to the ground and take it and get back up no you dont need this crap Sammy come on get your damn head on straight!

Sam

As Dean grabs for the idol, I haul back my fist and smash it straight into his nose as I fall. Back off Dean! You don’t know what you’re getting yourself and everybody else into here…

Dean

I grab my face but still keeping the rock in my hands DAMNIT Sammy! We're brothers! Stop this shit man! This isn’t you!

Ellen

coming up on Dean and Sammy fighting please Sam just come home with us. We can work all this out later! I try to plead to Sam

Sam

Climbs back to my feet breathing hard Look, Dean we are brothers... we are of course.…I just know a little bit more about that idol than you all know. Hand it back to me and I’ll show you… and if you still think that it should go with you. I won’t try and stop you. I swear.

Ruby

I slowly make my way closer to Sam.

Mary

runs into the room Sam, please think about this. You're better than this. Please come home with us m

Dean

Dude, this isn’t you talking man come on we need you to come home.... What do you mean you know about it? Besides its part of the reason you aren’t you.

Eileen

+Sam. please come home with us… this isn’t you! we’re your family. whatever your going thru, let us help! please Sam+

Sam

Steps closer and holds out my hands Please, trust me..

Dean

Yeah because you ignoring us and just disappearing is so natural and everything start to hand it over how can I be sure?

Sam

Course... I take the Idol back Now, everyone… watch my face and my eyes… I hold tight to the idol with both hands

Ruby

When Dean hands over the idol, I rush over, grabbing Sam around the waist and pop us back to the apartment.

Dean

Damnit Sammy! Maybe DAD WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU!

Ellen

I grab Dean by the shoulders, standing in front of him look at me boy, look at me. making eye contact with dean you don't mean any of what you said. Your just upset, we will work this out. You know your family wouldn't do anything like this unless it was to protect us! trying my best to comfort this poor boys heart. I hate seeing Dean so hurt and upset

Dean

No! I mean every damn word! Dad was fucking right!

Mary

I can tell you right now Dean. I'm always going to be here for you. Now let's try to figure out how to help your brother.

Ruby

Back at the apartment, I lay my head back on the couch and send a message telepathically to Lucifer letting him know that our mission was accomplished.

Lucifer

I respond telepathically, praising them Very well done. But… tomorrow is going to be the real test. Wait for my message and I'll set up the meeting with Abel.

Ruby

“What is all of this for?”

Lucifer

Every knight needs his weapon... and Abel? He was an incredible blacksmith in his day. He wants to make his own, and you and Sam are going to help him.

Ruby

Eyes still shut, I’m not sure what he means by that and I just nod my head, showing him I’m paying attention. Worry begins to creep in.

Sam

Today was one of those days when it felt good to be getting back home all in one piece. Looking at the cloth wrapped idol and the mahogany box of ashes, it sure felt like an unreal day. If we just hadn’t unexpectedly been thrust head to head with my brother and the Team, I’d have considered it a success all round. Okay, do you think it’s safe to assume we’re off the clock. I look over at Ruby and see her eyes closed. I know she had to have been under even more pressure today than I’d been. Hey Ruby… let’s call it an early night, sound good to you? I cross to the sofa and hold out my hand.

Ruby

Opening my eyes, I smile at him. You know what Sam, that sounds good to me. We had a successful day. Taking his hand, I let him pull me up.

Sam

Pulling Ruby up in to my arms I give her a kiss on the top of the head

Ruby

After he scoops me up, I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him tight, laying my head on his chest.

Sam

I hold her tight and walk us back to the bedroom

To Be Continued

…………………………………………………………………..

1. At the bunker, Dean, Eileen, Ellen, Mary and Jo talk about Sam’s odd behavior yesterday and not being able to catch up to him even after they called out to him. They discuss why he might be acting this way. Dean still blames Ruby and Ellen tells him to cool it. Mary asks if they’d ever seen this before. Jo tells her no.

Mary remembers the tattoo she saw on Sam’s arm and brings it up. Eileen asks Mary if she can draw it from memory, which she does and then Eileen does an image search on the hunter’s web to see if she finds anything. She doesn’t and they all react, and start brainstorming where to look next.

Lucifer shows up  in the middle of the bunker and tells them he’s back and in charge. He hints of great things to come. Dean gets in his face and they argue back and forth. The other’s also say that there is no way Gabe or the Team are going to let him regain power. There isn’t anything any of them can say that spoils Lucifer’s fun. Lucifer thinks they are all just ‘so cute in their ignorance’ and leaves.

2. Sam and Ruby are at the apartment and Lucifer mentally tells Ruby to come meet him at the hillside they spoke of earlier. Sam tells her to be careful and not take any chances. Ruby makes her way to the hilltop and calls to Lucifer. Lucifer appears with a smirk and smart remark. Ruby responds with one of her own and Lucifer shushes her, telling her what a good little demon she’s been. Ruby’s attitude shows, but she says nothing, for now.

He tells her she will be rewarded, especially since she got his vessel! He had tried so hard, but he was satisfied with the one he had now. He muses that there was just something about Sam.

Ruby looks alarmed and Lucifer assures her that he wasn’t taking Sam’s meatsuit - he couldn’t anyway. But felt bringing him onto the …

3. Dean and the Team discuss the seriousness of Lucifer being back. No one is sure if this is becoming a War between the big powers, Lucifer & Amara. Mary speaks up and reminds them that Cain is also back from the dead, maybe he’s involved too. Eileen says that maybe Lucifer and Amara are each trying to build an army to help them take over. Ellen considers the ideas everyone is throwing around and suggests that no one really knows what kind of relationship Lucifer and Amara had before they were both locked away. What if they had been really close and were now not coming to fight against each other, but joining forces to knock Gabe from his spot as God. Everyone is shaken by her suggestion and Dean says that if it's true then they are going to have to figure out how to stop the apocalypse one more time.  

Dean also worries to himself that maybe Lucifer being back has something to do with Sam’s recent odd behavior. But he doesn’t share this with the others.

4. Lucifer sends another mental message to Ruby to return to the hill, this time with Sam. Sam and Ruby discuss what they’re getting into, and Ruby says all they can do now is wait for more instructions. Ruby pops them to the hillside and Lucifer is already there. Lucifer tells them that he needs them to go and pick up something for him and hands Ruby a paper with an address and description. Sam tells Lucifer he signed up to follow orders from Abel and he’d rather speak to him. Lucifer questions why he’s being that way, there should be trust between them and they could be friends. Sam retorts and Lucifer relents, telling them fine, they can deliver this item to Abel themselves once they get it, it was for Abel anyway. Sam says that is acceptable to him and Lucifer vanishes. Ruby shows Sam the address and item they are to pick up, then pops them to the address.

5. At the storage facility. Ruby recognizes the two demons out front guarding it and realize they belong to Crowley. We pop into the side of the unit and call them over. They kill both and get the keyring off one of them. They carefully make their way inside, find the correct unit, but Ruby can’t pop in. They use the key to open it and once inside, thankfully the locker is well organized, and it doesn’t take long for them to find what they are looking for. We look for the mahogany box with Angel warding sigils on it. Once back out of the unit, Ruby pops them back to the apartment to safety. Ruby can’t help herself and has to look at the contents. They’re both a little shocked. Sam begins to have second thoughts. Ruby says it's too dangerous, they can’t.

6. Dean says he can’t sit idly by anymore and gets up to get his keys. Ellen tells him to stop and dean argues and heads to the door. Jo, Mary and Eileen follow and are shocked when dean opens the door and Luci is standing here. Ellen swears and dean takes a step back, asking what he is doing here. Luci laughs and says he was just checking up on his friends, it has been a while since he had been at the bunker. Jo says that’s for good reason and Luci silences her. Ellen tries to protect jo and Luci holds her against a wall with his powers asking if any of these pesky humans would ever learn.  Mary stays back and doesn’t know what to say as Luci approaches her, Eileen gets protective. Luci asks why they’re all so jumpy and jo says seeing the dead rise will do that to someone. Luci laughs saying they should be used to that, and Dean says not when they were killed with the first blade. Luci makes a remark about them seeing Cain, and how they forgot Cain was a twin. He cracks another joke and vanishes.

7. Upon arriving at the apartment, there is a note on the door from Luci- saying he has one more job for them today.  Sam curses, and Ruby reminds him that this is what they had signed up for. She continues reading to find out this, along with the ashes needed to be delivered to Abel. Sam questions what Abel needed the ashes for, and Ruby tells him it’s not their concern-for now, this mission needed to be completed. She was going to make them both some lunch and then they would go. Sam grumbles a bit but agrees.

8. Back at the bunker Eileen and dean have told the others to see if they can find any information about Abel. Mary and Ellen are reading everything they can find along with jo Eileen and dean. Most everything about Abel talks about his death, and then Cain. Ellen wonders if Cain's death brought on another prophecy of some sort. Jo speaks up and tells her it wasn’t in anything she had read so far.  Just then Ellen gets a call from ash, telling him something suspicious is happening near the old moldavite mine on the outskirts. Ellen tells him she’s a little busy, and ash says it’s important, lucifer had been seen up there and they needed to know what he wanted. Not needing to hear any more Ellen tells the team to gear up, they’re going for a drive. They all get ready and go in baby and Ellen’s truck.

9. Ruby and Sam have made their way to the mines, just as the others pull in. They hurry inside hoping they hadn’t been seen. Dean and Ellen park their cars, and jo catches a glimpse of ruby as she enters the mine. (Which is covered in keep out signs) Eileen swears, then explains she does not like confined spaces. Jo tells Eileen to stick with her and Mary, they’ll help keep her calm. Dean just looks angered and tells Ellen he knew Ruby was in on it. Inside the mine Sam and Ruby are looking for the idol that lucifer sent them for. Sam asks what kind of an idol is hidden in a mine. Suddenly Sam touches a rock, that feels a bit different than the other stones in the room and he picks it up, it seems to have an otherworldly glow to it, and ruby watches Sam’s eyes grow darker as he holds it. Dean busts in and tries to take the idol. Sam fights him telling him to back off, he didn’t know what he was getting into. Dean argues that they’re brothers, and they’re soon joined by the rest of the team. They all try to talk Sam into coming home with them, Sam argues, but then has an idea, telling the team he knew something about what Dean had taken from him, and he’d share…but he needed it back. Giving ruby a knowing look at the same time. Dean hands over the idol, ruby rushes over and grabs Sam’s shoulder, popping them both out of there. Dean rages and says maybe his dad was right all along. Ellen tells him he doesn’t mean that and tries to comfort him

10. Back at the apartment, Sam and Ruby examine what they’ve managed to gather, and ruby sends a telepathic message to lucifer telling him it is done. Lucifer tells her well done, but tomorrow was the real test. She needed to wait for his message, and he’d set up the meeting with Abel. Ruby asks what all of this is for, and Luci tells her every knight needs his weapon, Abel was an amazing blacksmith in his day—-he wanted to make his own. Ruby and Sam were going to help him. Ruby doesn’t know what to do with this information so she just nods. When she opens her eyes, she tells Sam that so far, they’re succeeding. But who knew what tomorrow held

[odessastone]

You are soo right tbh, and I’m glad to hear someone say it.

As much as I miss SOME things about OW’s heyday, it was like, 98% garbage you just had to sift through. Hon hon Widowmaker baguette!! Gremlin DVa eat Doritos nomnomnom!! I NEED HEALING!!! got old real quick. Not to mention all the absolutely stupid discourse. I should be entitled to some kind of compensation for having to witness so many slapfights to the death over whether or not Pharah was butch (and then 90% of them dropped her like a hot potato once OW wasn’t “cool” anymore, anyway)

And don’t even get me started on the awful art hfjg like we got more art but at what cost. I remember walking away from a con table in 2017 because I saw they had OW prints, but the Symmetra print literally had her entire ass out. Being a DVa fan was like navigating a minefield of ass dimples and camel toe.

The other good thing about OW’s fanbase dwindling to a more manageable size is that you can dunk on know-it-all former fans lol. I recently hung out with some friends-of-friends, and when one of them found out I still like OW they started in with the “HOW’S THAT PVE COMING ALONG HYUCK HYUCK”, and it was funny as fuck to be like Actually I’m really enjoying it so far! I think Ramattra is an excellent villain and it’s great to see the characters all coming together to stop him. I also love that we’re getting to see more of all the characters’ thoughts via their journals and chat logs. And they were like “…I thought the PVE got canceled” and then didn’t say anything else about it lmao

Being an OW fan is so funny cuz like we’re just going about our business. Having fun with the game discussing characters getting hyped for future story content. Then every so often someone will come barging into the tag like “omg guys remember people ACTUALLY LIKED OVERWATCH” with 50 billion notes from randos you’ve never seen before and never will again. And nobody in the OW fandom engages. We just skip right over it and continue with our fanart and discussions lol

[julietaswifey]

A square spouse to a round one

Pepa and Agustín hang out in the kitchen while the people they love most in the whole wide world make dinner

I felt that the world needed more Pepa/Agustín friendship, so I threw this little thing together. They should be allowed to be dramatic together and love their significant others :) can also be read on ao3 where I’m TheNightInMidWinter

This was inspired by a fic by @includeangieinthesequel and @lariskapargitay

Pepa could hear both Félix and Julieta before she even entered the kitchen. She also heard piano music, which told her that Agustín was there, as well. Why he was playing in the kitchen she didn’t understand though. Of course it was no problem for Luisa to carry the piano around the house, but shy would he even want to have it in there?

When she reached the kitchen she found both Julieta and Félix in full work with getting dinner ready, chatting to each other about something Pepa didn’t really understand. It had to do with the usage of herbs in food, incredibly boring. Still it was entertaining enough for them not to notice her when she entered the room.

The piano stood in a corner of the room, and by it sat Agustín. He looked a little lonely compared to the other two. Pepa knew how it could be, once Julieta and Félix got really into something it was hard to stop them. And while she was glad for that her sister and her husband were good friends with common interests she wished their common interests had been a little more exciting.

“We married a pair of dorks” she said as she walked over to the piano.

“Unbearable, the two of them” Agustín said.

He stopped his playing and looked across the room at Julieta and Félix.

“And we love them so much.”

“We love them really much.”

She loved her husband with all her heart and she loved her sister. They were the least cool people she knew and she wouldn’t have it any other way. People often believed Félix to be cooler than he actually was, he had a bit of a reputation and he worked to uphold it. Once Pepa had also believed that, but then she had got to know him and fallen head over heels for him. And between those events she had realised that he was the sort of man who could nerd out about herbs with Julieta. Which had definitely contributed to the falling thing.

“How long have they been going on about this?” Pepa asked, nodding towards Félix and Julieta.

“I don’t know, I stopped listening after a while. I can’t really join in on the conversation, I’m just here to provide entertainment.”

Pepa laughed.

“Isn’t that what we are, you and I? Entertainment for our spouses?”

In truth it had always been Félix who had been the showy one. He could make entertainment out of anything, really. But it sounded fun to say.

“Pepa and Agustín Madrigal, the unnecessary entertainers” Agustín chuckled.

Pepa had to admit she hadn’t always been very fond of Agustín. Because who was he to come from the outside and sweep her sister off her feet? But he had grown on her, to say the least. And they did make quite the duo, if she could say so herself.

“Move over, we’re in this together.”

He did as she said, moved to one side of the small wooden bench he sat on in order to make room for her to sit next to him.

“They’re really sweet, but sometimes I worry for them” she said as the conversation stopped abruptly only for both of them to start humming the same melody at the same time.

“I believe they think the same of us.”

“Those bastards, there’s nothing wrong with us.”

“Exactly!”

She sighed before moving to rest her head against her brother-in-law’s shoulder. Only to immediately regret that, and raise her head again.

“I keep forgetting how bony you are” she told him.

Félix wasn’t bony, Félix was soft and nice to rest against. And he gave the best hugs, like a teddy bear. A warm, nice, teddy bear. Agustín was the opposite of that, he wasn’t really cuddle material. Sometimes Pepa wondered how Julieta could want to be married to him. She loved Agustín as if he was her own brother, but how could Julieta want to love him in a romantic way? How could she want to cuddle with him when there wasn’t much to cuddle with? But then Félix cuddled with her, and she was definitely built more like Agustín.

“Hermana, you have the sharpest elbows ever, you don’t get to complain about me being bony” he fired back.

Well, she couldn’t argue with that, she did have sharp elbows. And she did make good use of them.

“We need them to balance us out” she then said, glancing over her shoulder at Julieta and Félix, both of whom were still humming in perfect tune with each other.

Maybe she could get them to sing together some day, that would probably sound even better. But Julieta never sang.

“What?”

“We’re bony spouses, we need a soft spouse each to balance us out.”

Agustín also looked at his wife, and Pepa watched him don a very dreamy expression. He always got that look on his face whenever he saw Julieta. And she had to admit it was kinda cute.

“Yeah. I need her to balance me out” he agreed.

Pepa took his distraction as a chance to direct her attention towards Félix for a moment. He was wearing one of Julieta’s aprons, it was way too small for him. Good in length, they were about the same height, but his chest was much broader, so he couldn’t tie it in the back. His chest was so nice to use as a pillow. She couldn’t wait until it was time for bed and she got to rest against him, that was her favourite time of the day. When she could feel whatever she wanted because their bed was protected from the weather in the rest of the room.

“Have you done the reading for this week?” Agustín asked when he had snapped out of it.

He turned back to the piano and once more began letting his fingers flow over the keys. He had large hands, perfect for piano playing.

“No, I was saving it for tonight so that I’ll have it fresh in mind for tomorrow. I take it you have done the reading.”

“I have, I can’t wait to talk about it” he smiled. “The last chapter, Dios, it was hard to stop reading.”

“Don’t spoil anything!”

That was the bad thing about reading together with Agustín. Pepa read that chapters they were supposed to read the night before so that she would remember all the details, while he did it as soon as possible. Therefore he had a whole week to accidentally spoil things to her before they had their official meeting. He didn’t mean to, but he wasn’t the best at keeping it to himself.

“I won’t, I’m just saying you’re in for a real treat.”

“I look forward to it, then.”

The hard part was doing the reading without Félix knowing what she was reading. She knew Agustín struggled with keeping Julieta out of it, as well. They always had to come and put their noses where they didn’t belong. They weren’t allowed to join the book club, that was for Pepa and Agustín only. It was their thing they did together.

“Mi vida, would you come taste the soup?”

Agustín’s head snapped up immediately at the sound of Julieta’s voice. Pepa could only laugh, he was like a puppy. A really excited puppy.

Immediately he left their seat and was standing next to his wife in the matter of a second.

“And why don’t I get to taste the soup?” Pepa asked, looking at her husband.

Félix opened his arms.

“Come here, Pepita.”

Maybe she hadn’t been right to laugh at Agustín considering how fast she made her way across the kitchen and into Félix arms.

When she reached him she wrapped her arms around him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She had barely seen him all day as she had been busy out in town while he had been at home. And she had missed him.

He raised a spoon with soup to her lips and she carefully took a sip so that she wouldn’t burn her tongue.

“That’s really good soup” she smiled.

It tasted like heaven, all different ingredients went perfectly together.

“You know just what a man wants to hear” Félix chuckled.

“Had you not liked it I would have been angry” Julieta said, leaning back against Agustín’s chest. “We worked hard on this.”

“You know I love everything you make, mi amor” Agustín mumbled into her hair, kissing the top of her head.

They stood in silence for a bit before Julieta clapped her hands together.

“Muy bien, now you can leave so that we can finish up here.”

“What?” Pepa and Agustín asked at the same time, frowning. “We’re not leaving!”

Félix just laughed.

“Well, how are we supposed to finish cooking if you’re here distracting us?”

“Are you telling me I’m second to soup?” Pepa asked, raising her eyebrows.

“You’re my whole life, mi amor, but I also think it’s important that our niños get dinner.”

Pepa saw how Félix then glanced at Julieta and she nodded. What did that mean?

“Casita, a little help, please” Julieta said casually.

The next moment both Pepa and Agustín were stumbling away from their spouses on a wave of tiles. Before they knew it they were standing outside the kitchen and the door opening had turned into a solid wall, forbidding the two of them from going back inside the room.

Or, well, Pepa was standing. Agustín had lost his balance and was flat on the floor, limbs all over the place. How could there be so much leg on one man?

“How could they do this to us?” she exclaimed, throwing her arms out to her sides.

She felt the cloud forming above her head before she could actually see it.

“I’m not sure they love us in return” Agustín sighed dramatically as he began untangling himself and sat up.

“I can’t believe we’ve wasted almost thirty years on those two” Pepa continued.

Agustín stopped what he was doing and stared out into empty air, his eyes wide as plates.

“Ay Dios mío, has it been that long?” he asked.

“Not quite for you and Julieta, but for me and Félix, yeah.”

“How old am I?” Agustín said, seemingly horrified.

They had celebrated his 46th birthday just a few weeks prior.

“Younger than I am.”

48, she was ancient. But she could always comfort herself with that she was at least ten whole minutes younger than Julieta. It was usually just Julieta who brought that up to prove how she was the eldest and therefore the best and most mature of them.

“But anyway, I’ll die before I give up on this, so let’s get our spouses back” Pepa said, offering him a hand to get up.

“And how are we supposed to do that?”

“Unclear, but we’ll come up with something. We can’t let those two win, they have five feet between them and no bones.”

“True, it would be embarrassing, we would–“

Part of the wall disappeared into the floor again, opening the kitchen up for them. Julieta poked her head out, smiling.

“Would you get Mamá y los niños? Dinner’s ready.”

And so no grand plan was necessary.

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine being Lin Beifong’s daughter and Korra having a crush on you

You entered President Raiko’s party late and hurried inside hoping to avoid your mother’s wrath by appearing as soon as possible. Being Lin Beifong’s daughter and employee meant she was twice as hard on you as anyone on the force, so she would not take your tardiness well. You were waved into the building by guards who recognised you on sight and rushed into the ballroom. You saw the party was already in full swing and braced yourself for all the fake smiling you’d have to endure when a young woman appeared across from you. “Avatar Korra” you nodded in recognition of the girl who grinned at you. “Miss Beifong” she smiled in greeting “you look as beautiful as ever...you legs alone seem to go on for years in those trousers” she commented glancing at them and you blushed. “Funny I just had a similar thought about your biceps”. Korra beamed “ow you can’t really see them in this thing but I’d be happy to give you a closer look”.

You couldn’t resist a smile and your blush grew to have such a beautiful woman flirt so blatantly with you. Korra was always like this around you and you enjoyed it greatly even if it wasn’t professional. Korra was a breath of fresh air in Republic City and you enjoyed her confidence and humour. You liked the avatar a lot but you had no intentions of pursuing anything beyond flirting with her. For one thing she was young, cocky, beautiful and THE avatar. You supposed she had hundreds of boys and girls queueing up for her and didn’t want to just be another name on her list. You’d heard about how the previous water tribe avatar had been a hit with women and apparently that was a trait Korra shared. She was the avatar, who wouldn’t be weak to her charm? Still you tried to behave so aimed to change the topic of conversation.

“I think we should join the party seeing as we’re both very late” you smiled slyly and Korra smirked “I didn’t think Beifongs were ever late. Are you really trying to tell me you’re not perfect?”. The girl was insatiable. “We all have our secrets” you replied and Korra’s grin only grew. “Mysterious, intelligent and beautiful...you have to let me lead you into the party. As the Avatar it’s my duty to serve the people”. “Well who I am to get in the way of that” you smirked rolling your eyes as you took her outstretched arm. Korra led you into the party proudly and you enjoyed being on her arm. Still you were in work mode, so you only stayed by Korra’s side for an appropriate amount of time before excusing yourself so nobody would get the wrong idea. Korra never failed to make you smile or blush but you wouldn’t let it progress no matter how much fun it would be. So you allowed the flirting and lingering glances but stopped it from going any further.

You saw Korra pretty regularly as she was always in trouble with the law in some way or another and not a month after the party President Raiko banned her from Republic City. It was something he’d likely take back pretty soon but still she had to leave so you and your mother went to help her however you could. The avatar didn’t seem too bothered by the President’s command and still had that cocky smile on her face. She let you into Tenzin’s home and explained how she was leaving tomorrow to go look for air benders anyway. She read out the names of some known airbenders in the earth kingdom and you paused as one was familiar.  “Wait did you say Opal? Is she from Zafou by any chance?” you asked and Korra nodded “yeah why?”. Your mother tried to silence you but you didn’t notice, too excited. “She’s my cousin!” you burst “This is so great, i’m so proud of her”. “Wait so Suyin is your sister?” Korra asked Lin and your mother nodded “yes. Which is something I wished to remain a secret but clearly that is not an option anymore” she said shooting you a look. “Well this is great news” Korra smiled “you have to come with me!”. “What!” your mother cried and Korra sighed “if she’s your niece then you can help us recruit her! We need all the help we can get”. “No way!” Lin cried “I am not seeing my sister ever again if I can help it, y/n can go if you want a Beifong so badly”. Korra looked at you and smiled “that does sound appealing, what do you say y/n? Want to come on a field trip with me?”. Korra held out her hand to you and you blushed, hoping your mother didn’t notice. You knew you probably shouldn’t go. Being in close quarters with Korra would certainly challenge your restraint but you hadn’t seen your extended family in so long and this was the perfect opportunity to go visit. Plus Korra looked so good when she smiled at you like that. “Sure” you said taking her hand “someone has to keep you out of trouble”.

You met Korra and her friends at Future Industries the next day and were soon flying to Zafou. Korra came to stand beside you on the deck and leant forwards flexing her arms right in front of you. “I’m glad you agreed to come” Korra smiled and you nodded “me too, it’s been forever since I’ve got out of Republic City”. Korra’s eye glinted “does this mean I’m going to witness holiday y/n? It’d be fun to see you let your hair down and go wild”. “If you’re lucky maybe you will” you smirked and Korra nodded “i’m looking forward to it” and winked before leaving you alone once more. You stared after her as she walked away and Korra must’ve felt your eye on her because before she disappeared back into the ship she turned and caught you red-handed watching her. She smiled widely a chuckle slipping from her lips and you turned around sharply, blushing vividly. Agreeing to this trip may not have been a smart decision at all.

When you touched down in Zafou Korra had you right beside her in pride of place. You recognised your aunt immediately and she addressed Korra first before she spotted you beside her and she did a double-take. “Y/n?” she asked and you grinned “Aunt Suyin!” and rushed forwards to hug her. Your aunt wrapped you in a hug and then quickly tugged you to go find your cousins, momentarily forgetting the avatar was here. She summoned all your cousins and they rushed to greet you...well some did. Bataar junior didn’t look impressed and Huan just glanced at you not particularly bothered but the twins and Opal were very welcoming. “It’s so good to see you again!” Opal cried and you nodded taking her hand “it is! It’s been far too long and I can’t believe you’re an airbender now!”. Opal nodded “trust me it was a shock to us all but i’m so excited to learn airbending”. “Well Korra can definitely help you with that” you said gesturing to the avatar who nodded confidently “of course, anything for y/n’s cousin” and you blushed slightly but managed to hide it.

You enjoyed your time with your family greatly and got along well with all your cousins. You participated in Wei and Wing’s power disk game and being a good metal bender yourself almost won the match. You noticed Korra watching you and briefly tried showing off before getting wiped out. The twins noticed Korra watching and invited her to join but she declined explaining she couldn’t metal bend. Your cousins rushed to assure her she could learn and volunteered to teach her. Korra seemed very excited at the idea and agreed before she turned to you “wait a minute y/n why did you never offer to teach me?”. You could tell she was only feigning annoyance so you shrugged “what can you blame me for wanting something over the almighty avatar?”. That stroked Korra’s ego and she smiled lazily “no but I’ll certainly get my own back in some way”. “Ow really? How”? you challenged her and the girl just shrugged. “I’m not sure yet, but be on your best behaviour Beifong” she smirked before rushing away.

Korra went off to train with your cousins and you were relieved hoping this would be a time for you to cool down and recover but no. Opal caught you and invited you to catch up with her in the gardens. You of course obliged your cousin but found yourself seated directly in view of Korra’s training with your cousins. You tried focusing on Opal but your eyes kept getting pulled to the avatar as she picked up metal bending remarkedly quickly. You noticed Korra had spotted you and she appeared to be putting on a show, trying valiantly to challenge your cousin entirely for your benefit. It was a clever strategy and soon Opal trailed off just letting you admire Korra. Your cousins were experiencing first-hand just how skilled the avatar could be and you saw them breaking out in a sweat with how hard Korra was pushing them.  

After a while they began trying to score past one another and Korra got an idea. She *accidentally* bent a disk near you and your cousin Wei teased her for being sloppy. She just shot them a lopsided grin and jogged over to you. “Ladies” she smiled looking straight at you “i’m sorry I didn’t see you there”. “Ow really?” you asked and Korra grinned “yeah I had no idea you were here whatsoever...which is odd considering how every eye is drawn to you whenever you’re nearby”. You blushed going red and Korra’s smile grew “I’ll leave you to your chat. Opal, Y/n” she nodded at you both in turn but winked when she met your gaze. You watched her run back to your cousins and found Opal staring at you. She immediately pushed you squealing “you didn’t tell me you were dating the avatar!”. “I’m not and keep your voice down please” you begged seeing the smug look on Korra’s face which told you she’d noticed Opal’s reaction. “But she was very openly flirting with you” Opal retorted and you nodded “I know we do that a lot but it’s just our friendship. I’d never let it go further because she’s the avatar! She’s not after a relationship she just wants a fun fling and I can’t give her that. Trust me the avatar will get bored of me and move on soon enough”. “Ow yeah?” Opal asked looking to where Korra was still putting on a show for you. Korra scored a point and shot you a smile. You blushed vividly and Opal laughed “I don’t think she’s not going cold on you any time soon”.

At the end of the week your Aunt Suyin threw a party to celebrate Opal’s progress and avatar’s arrival. It was magnificent and you hadn’t seen this much earth kingdom food in...well forever! You made sure Korra and the others were all okay and socialised with your cousins greatly enjoying being with your family. Bataar jnr told you about his machines, his girlfriend Kuvira traded military expertise with you, Wei and Wing quizzed you about all the pro-bending in Republic City, you teased Opal about her crush on Bolin and even Huan showed you some of his paintings. You were absolutely thrilled your family still felt like a family after all this time and hadn’t been this happy in a long time. However all that excitement can be draining. Towards the end of the night you began to grow tired so went outside for some fresh air and quiet. You were relaxing in the picturesque moonlight when you were disturbed. “Well your aunt certainly knows how to put on a spread” someone called and you jumped to find Avatar Korra making her way over to you on the abandoned balcony. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress and her eyes shone in the dark light. “She does” you smiled “never let it be said Beifong’s don’t know how to put on an event”. “That’s for sure” Korra agreed coming to sit right beside you. “The city is so beautiful” she commented before she turned “as are you”. “Thanks” you blushed “you look very beautiful too”. “There’s no way I can compete with you in that outfit” Korra smiled “Beifong’s apparently always look stunning as well as being great hostesses”. “Have you been checking out my aunt then?” you replied and Korra laughed “of course not, I only have eyes for you”. “Sureeee” you laughed but Korra nodded “I do I promise! You’re all I think about and why wouldn’t I? You’re the most interesting girl I’ve ever met. I’m crazy about you”. You blushed under Korra’s intense gaze but didn’t look away. “I....I don’t know what to say” you finally spoke up and Korra shrugged “well then how about we don’t bother talking anymore?”. Time seemed to freeze and you viewed the present in slow motion as Korra cupped your cheek gently and leant forwards. You liked the way her hands felt on you and instinctively leant into her before your brain caught up with the situation. “Wait! Korra I can’t” you said your heart hammering in your chest and the avatar frowned inches away from you. “You can’t? why? Do you not find me attractive?” Korra asked. “No of course I find you very attractive, i’ve never seen a human being I find more attractive than you” you admitted very flustered. “Then what’s the problem?” Korra asked and you sighed “the problem is I don’t just want to hook up with you a few times and be done with it. I know some people like that kind of thing and i’m sure as the avatar it is the perfect option but I’m not like that. Casual one night stands just aren’t my thing so I’m sorry I have to decline. Please don’t ask me again” and you rushed away. Korra called after you but you clearly wanted to be left alone so she didn’t follow you. She hung her head in her hands at how messed up things had gotten.

When Korra had allowed herself to wallow for a bit she came back inside to find the party over. She made her way to her shared room and found Asami waiting. “Korra where have you been we were all worried sick and...” Asami started when she caught sight of Korra’s expression and stopped abruptly.  “What’s wrong?” Asami asked and Korra sighed “you gave me terrible advice that’s what!”. Korra explained the situation more and Asami felt awful. Being more experienced with relationships Korra had come to Asami for advice on how to approach her feelings for you and it hadn’t worked well. Given Korra’s past approach of blurting out her love for people without a second thought, Asami advised Korra to try a different approach with you but she hadn’t meant it so literally. Instead of being serious or passionate Korra had been entirely flirty and forward with you. No substance just fun. So you’d wrongly gotten the idea all Korra wanted was a fun fling when she actually was madly infatuated with you and wanted far more long term things with you. Asami wasn’t sure what she could do but seeing Korra so distraught she knew she had to try and help her friend.

So Asami made her way to your room hoping you wouldn’t mind such a late-night visit. Asami knocked on your door and heard movement inside. There was a pause before she heard you call “who is it?” nervously. “It’s Asami” she called back “I need to speak to you”. The door opened slowly and Asami saw you looked upset. “Did Korra send you”? you asked quietly “because she didn’t do anything wrong I just need some space”. “No she didn’t send me but I am here because of her, I need to confess something”. Your eyes widened in confusion but you nodded and let Asami into your room. The minute you turned to face her Asami burst “It’s my fault! Korra came to me when she realised she liked you and asked me for advice. She was terrified of messing this up and doing what she did with Mako...with him she’d blurted out a lot of intense things right away and so I told her to do the opposite. I suggested she just toned down the seriousness and had fun with you. Flirt a little and try and gauge how you were feeling before she confessed her whole heart to you. But it seems she took my advice too much and now you don’t think her intentions are good at all which is not the case! Korra very much likes you for more than just your appearance and she has for a while”. You stared at Asami at an apparent loss for words “so Korra was...what acting?”. Asami shrugged “kind of, she was putting on this cocky flirty front when she’s actually a lot more emotional and sweet...she didn’t mean to come across so forward she was just following my advice which backfired horribly. I’m so sorry it upset you I promise that was not her intention at all. If you want to blame anyone blame me”. You assured Asami you weren’t upset with her and spent the next half hour understanding how the situation had gone so wrong. You were very excited by the end of it and couldn’t wait till morning to speak with Korra. Asami told you she was in their room and wouldn’t mind you disturbing her so late.

So you rushed to Korra’s shared room and knocked on the door lightly. Your stomach was bubbling with butterflies and you weren’t sure what you were going to say when you saw her. The door didn’t open so you knocked louder hoping Korra wasn’t asleep. Still there was no sound from inside so you frowned and decided she must be asleep. You didn’t want to wake her so started to retreat from the room when you heard a loud thud from inside. “Korra?” you called through the door “are you okay?”. You got no reply and were growing more and more concerned when you heard something smash inside followed by a grunt of pain. “Korra?” you yelled through the door and began bending the metal of the lock. The door swung open and you saw the room was an utter mess. Naga was unconscious on the floor and by the window...four people had a struggling Korra in their arms. She looked very weak and wasn’t putting up much of a fight so you figured she must’ve been drugged. “Korra!” you cried rushing into the room. You had no idea who these people were but you weren’t letting them take Korra. You launched into a flurry of attacks and managed to land a few hits on the earth and water bender. The air bender sent a gust which knocked you back but you were quick on your feet and pursued them leaping out of the window. You yelled as you chased them quickly attracting the attention of the guards who sounded the alarm. Suyin appeared as did her guard Kuvira and they helped cut the quartet off. “You have nowhere left to go, let her go” you glared and the leader just smiled “never”. You looked at Korra lying limp at their feet and felt rage take you. “Then i’ll drag her from you myself” and ran at him.

3 hours later

You were sat in the infirmary beside an unconscious Korra waiting for the effect of the drug to wear off. Everyone else had gradually retreated to bed but you couldn’t sleep. The adrenaline from the fight was still pulsing through your veins and was only overshadowed by your worry for Korra. You’d won the fight with the help of Suyin, her guards and Korra’s friends but still the drug they’d used hadn’t worn off. Your eyes fell to her for what felt like the hundredth time and you sighed “please wake up”. Finally Korra listened. With a loud gasp Korra jolted awake and you scrambled to your feet. “Korra breath! You’re okay, you’re safe just breathe!” you commanded and Korra slowly began to calm down. “Y/n? What happened?”. “The White Lotus, I didn’t realise it was them at first but i’ve been briefed on them. They tried to kidnap you when you were a kid and they tried again tonight”. You saw Korra shiver at that and frowned. “But never mind them” you sighed wrapping an extra blanket around her shoulders “how are you feeling?”. Korra frowned “okay...a bit groggy like i’ve come out of a really heavy sleep but it’s not too bad. It’s getting better. How are you?” she asked and you froze “me?”. “Yeah” Korra said offering you a small smile “you don’t look like you’ve slept a wink”. You chuckled softly “I haven’t. I wanted to see you wake up first and make sure you were okay. I haven’t been able to rest since it happened...I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw them with you I was so angry but you’re okay now and that’s all that matters". Korra smiled at you "yeah I'm okay now...thanks to you". It wasn’t the usual cocky smirks she sent you. Instead it was a sweet tired smile but it made your heart hammer in your chest just as much. "Do you remember much?" you asked and she shook her head. "No I remember something hitting Naga. I went to look at it when one hit me too. I backed away from the window as the world began to spin and then everything went blurry...the next thing I remember was seeing you in my doorway. You attacked whoever had me and I fell. I remember being unable to move and seeing you send rocks flying through the air. You were terrifying" she laughed "a woman possessed". "Of course I was they were going to take you! I know I might have sent mixed messages last night but I like you Korra. I was coming to tell you that. Asami explained to me what happened and why you behave as you do around me". Korra blushed at that "what were you coming to say to me?". "Well I was coming to ask if it was true, did you really put on a mask around me, acting all confident and promiscuous?". Korra nodded "yeah...I meant everything I said to you I wasn’t lying about my attraction but I was doing the opposite of what I'd usually do because my last relationship didn’t work out well. I came on too intense too quick so I tried to take a more fun carefree approach but that didn’t work. I'm sorry I offended you or made you think I was only interested in you for one thing. I do think you’re gorgeous but that's just one of many things I like about you and by no means the most important". Korra blushed looking down and you found her adorable. How had she hidden this side of her so well? "So is this, you know, the real you?" you asked double-checking. Korra nodded "yep, this is me. I'm emotional, reckless and I always say the wrong thing. I have no tact and just say what I'm thinking. Now you can probably see why I was trying to act so put together and impressive before. They're much more attractive qualities". "Maybe" you shrugged "but I think this side of you is just as attractive, more so actually because it's real and it's beautiful. You're wonderful Korra exactly as you are". Korra stared at you in shock and you just smiled at her. "I...I..." she babbled and you smirked "how about I kiss you to save you having to speak?". "Yes please" the avatar breathed and you gently placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her. The kiss was sweet and Korra seemed uncharacteristically shy. She pulled back blushing vividly and you smiled at her reaction "how was it?". "Good...amazing" she replied and you smiled "great". Korra looked up at you but blushed as soon as she met your eye and you smiled taking her hand softly "I like you Korra and that kiss was good for me too, if you’d like to make it a more frequent thing we could go out on a date sometime?". "I'd love that!" Korra agreed before wincing "too eager?". "No it was adorable like you" you smiled kissing her forehead "now it really is late. You should try and get some rest, something tells me the next few days are going to be very long and strenuous". Korra nodded "I agree, goodnight y/n". "Goodnight Korra" you smiled and closed her door softly. The avatar wasn’t a womaniser but a shy bashful passionate woman. You were pleasantly surprised and couldn’t wait to see all the different layers of her left to discover.

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Korra is 100% one of those people that’s all talk but is actually a huge softie romantically. Asami is one lucky lady (althought she’s also amazing so Korra is lucky too).

Also why is there so little Korra content out there? Her and Huan Beifong are very under-represented in the fanfiction game and I am personally offended by that 😂