#now if you excuse me I'll disappear for a certain time

[asianbutnotjapanese]

A will of a single woman made this💪🏼

Tags: @batsyforyou

[jellyfishoreo1206]

I'm unsure if I'll consistently write for TF2 but omg has this been rotating in my mind like a rotisserie chicken from Costco

MEDIC, SNIPER, ENGINEER EATING YOU OUT

NSFW MDNI

Includes: a smidge of consensual somnophilia, fingering, tonguing, overstimulation, mention period blood/blood consumption (?), breeding if you squint

S/O is afab with fem pronouns

MEDIC

We can all agree he is a FREAKKKKKK

Now lemme say this

HE LOVES WAKING YOU UP LIKE THIS

Like seriously

He could do this forever

The soft/breathy moans you let out whenever he goes down on you

And how your body responds to his actions??

Omg he could just stay there

Doesn't care if you lock your thighs around his head, that's what the respawn machine is for

Loves it especially if you're having a wet dream about him, gives him an excuse to eat you out

Will love it even more when you're on your period/ovulating

Just the taste and smell of your blood and arousal mixing on his tongue and how much more fertile you will be when your period/ovulating finishes

It drives him INSANE

Will literally groan into your pussy from the satisfaction of your taste

Maybe whimpers/begs if he's pussy drunk

"Mein liebe! I can't get enough of jou..pleaze let me taste more of jou.."

If he's REALLY pussy drunk, he'll start speaking in his native tongue

Likes to think he's just helping you with your cramps (in which case he is :3)

He leaves bite marks on your thighs, it's canon I don't make the rules

I feel as if his tongue is more wetter than most, maybe a little slimly

And on the semi-thicker side

Would use his fingers to watch you flutter around them as he presses kisses into your skin

Then pull several orgasms from you via mouth until the only thing you are screaming is his name

"Scheiße.." Ludwig whispers to himself as he drags his hands slowly up and down the plush inner thighs of yours, observing the scarred skin as a trail of goosebumps followed right after as a breathy moan left his lips. He originally came in to wake you up as it was nearly time for breakfast as knowing the others, the food will probably be gone in just a matter of minutes. But a certain smell hit his nose when he approached the bed, one that made a unmistakable shiver of excitement go through his body.

The smell of period blood.

It wouldn't have been the first time he has gone down on you while on your menstrual cycle even you were while sleeping, but everytime it always brings him as sense of extreme arousal whenever he gets a whiff of the metallic scent. He would never tire of the smell or taste of it, not even after having tasted it 1,000 times would he never tire.

His breath comes out heavier as he drags a finger from your hole to clit, voicing his pleasure as he sees just the amount of blood and arousal that gathered on his finger from one stroke alone. Something in him went feral as he saw how your hole seemed to flutter, begging for him as the slightly quiet moan of yours left your lips. With no hesitation, he dove into your folds, hungerly lapping up your arousal as he groaned, eyes closed as he savored the flavor of you on his tongue as he thrusts it into you at a semi-fast pace. He made sure to pay attention to your clit, bringing his fingers up to gently rub at it to add to your pleasure.

A buzz went through his body as he continues his actions, his free hand anchoring itself onto your thighs as they twitched. The world seemingly disappeared around him as he made out with your pussy, blood and arousal smearing onto the lower half of his face as he angled his tongue to reach the right places inside you. A stream of whimpers were leaving your mouth, an absolute musical to his ears as he drinks you, a mixture of saliva, blood, and arousal slowly drip down his chin and onto the pristine white of his collared shirt. The other mercs might notice it, if they're observant enough, but to hell with them.

It wasn't long until your insides clamped tightly around his tongue as a long moan left your plump lips, walls pulsing as gushes of your arousal cover the entirety of the lower half of his face as well as the top part of his shirt and vest. Pulling away was a struggle, moans leaving his mouth as he humped the bed, lapping up the rest of your arousal with a hunger, merely pulling away when your twitches increased. He was somewhat surprised when he made eye contact with sleepy eyes, observing how flushed your face was and the dripping sweat begining to form around your hairline as your lidded eyes observed him, chest heaving heavily as you attempted to catch your breath.

God you are going to be the death of him.

The stinging pain of his hair being pulled snapped him out of his trance, your hand fisted in his hair guiding him back down to where he was before previously. He lets out a low groan when he sees just the absolute mess that he left. He needed no words when you pulled him closer, his breath fanning your heat as he watched your folds flutter from anticipation.

"Meine Liebe, du machst mich absolut verrückt.."

ENGINEER

All I can say is

HE IS A TEASE

AN ABSOLUTE TEASE

Like, he will basically make out with your pussy

Full on french kissing it

And when you're about to come, just sooo close to that edge, he just pulls away

And he will MAKE you beg for him to let you come

But will then make you come over and over again, chuckling whenever you try to ask for him to slow down

Dw you guys use the stop light system

He's not Engineer w/o that gentleman in him

"What's the matter, darlin'? Thought you wanted this~"

The main reason he does this? To see you squirt

No joke, he thinks you become more attractive when you're squirting

His mouth is so warm

AND HE HAS A THICK AND ROUGH TONGUE

He knows how to use that thing

And he knows very damn well

Prideful bitch (I love him)

Will more than likely use the Gunslinger when going down on you too

Inserting those metallic fingers inside you as he slightly nibbles at your clit, enjoying those small yelps you let out

His fingers are pretty thick too

Always cleans up/showers so you don't have to worry about oil or smth like that

I've seen this around whenever reading anything smut related about Engie, but he adds a vibration setting to the Gunslinger

It just makes sense

He would absolutely love to bite around your thighs, placing his hands on your love handles to keep you from squirming away from his touch as he continues his teasing

Bc he's in the workshop most of the time, he'll sometimes forget to come to bed most of the time and that ends up with you pretty needy

So to make up for it he'll eat you out with a passion, going slow and taking his time to work you up to that point, dropping some praise here and there as he kisses bits of your skin as he licks at your core in long strokes

Or just eat you out while you're sleeping, it's a 50/50 with this man

Also doesn't care if you clamp your thighs around his head, do it however much you like cause his mama didn't raise no wimp

Gives so much praise

Like so much it's sickeningly sweet

If he's still in his work clothes, he'll put his helmet on your head before going down

"Keep tha' safe f'me, yeah?"

He's a cowboy and a gentleman through and through

Will sometimes go down on you in his workshop if he's desperate enough

Which has led to some unfortunate walk ins (poor pryo will never see you guys the same anymore)

"Fuck! Dell slow down!"

Despite your pleads, the engineer between your legs didn't bother to stop, seemingly just going faster, his tongue lapping at your pussy like a dog. The only indication you had that he heard you was the slight chuckle vibrating against your core, moans slipping past your lips as you felt yourself nearly tipping over the edge, the temperature of the room seemed to rapidly heat up the more that thick tongue of his teases itself inside of you.

God he's been going at it for so long. The insides of your thighs are literally dripping with your previous orgasms, thighs shaking as you attempted to keep them from clamping them around his head as he drinks up your arousal.

But right when you were just about to come, just right at the very very edge, he stops all movement. Whines and gasps left your mouth as you begged him to keep going, to not stop, all attempts futile as he was pulling away from your core with a sly smirk on his face, using his tongue to lick up the extra fluids that collected around his mouth.

"What's the matter? Isn't that what you wanted, Honeybee?" Oh you could just slap that smirk off his face if that throbbing desperation of yours wasn't bothering you so much.

"Fuck please don't stop! Please!" Desperate pleas fell from your lips as you begged for him to continue what he was doing, begging him to just keep going despite your earlier complaints. Though what you weren't expecting was the sudden intrusion of his thick finger, a pleasured yelp leaving your mouth. The mechanic pumps his finger at a deliciously fast pace, the semi-rough texture of it providing a sensation that has your eyes rolling back as it scrapes against all those good spots within you, fingers gripping at the bedsheets when it hits a particular spot within you.

"That's it, let yourself go for me, Honey." His words effortlessly drip off his tongue, his eyes watching as his finger gets covered in your juices in seconds, adding a second one with ease to the first, watching how you squirm underneath him. Though he noticed how a little bundle of nerves was being neglected, and being the man he is, decided to fix it as he leaned down and gently takes it into his mouth, sucking it in a soft manner.

That seemed to have been enough to pull another orgasm from you, strings of moans leaving your lips as the mechanic listens in satisfaction as he drinks. You. Up.

Your mind was completely fogged with pleasure, small twitches here and there as you attempted to get your breathing under control. In the midst of that, Dell pulled away being careful to not overstimulate you any more as he pulled his fingers out, peppering your thighs with kisses as he waits for you to come back to earth, a smile on his face.

"You alright, darlin'?"

It took you a few seconds to process the question, only mustering up a nod, that was enough for him though as he leaned up to place a careful kiss on your cheek. "Okay, Hun. How does a nice warm bath sound?"

God I love chubby strong men

SNIPER

He has fangs

He will use them (gently) whenever he can

Nibbles at your clit/folds or your thighs whenever he goes down on you

I feel like he has a smell kink

Oh who am I kidding he DEFINITELY has a smell kink

Like, look at him

He's obsessed with the smell of you

To the point he kinda steals a few pairs of your underwear from your dirty laundry to keep for himself

Okay moving on

Has wandering hands, he cannot keep them in place

Very shy when it comes to it, and awkward for the first few times

But after a few encouraging words and teases he gets right to it

His tongue is a little longer than the other two

It's not as thick but omg can he reach allll those good spots in you

Maybe a smidge less wetter than Medic's

A little submissive, considering he's very touch-starved

Fastest to become pussy drunk too

So many whimpers and moans are falling out of his mouth and into your pussy

"Ohh bloody hell, Roo.. I can't stop.."

Denies that he even got pussy drunk (liar)

A little cautious whenever your thighs are slightly squeezing his head

Cause my man is HELLA skinny

A stick if you will

Head would easily collapse compared to the other two

One time you squeezed your thighs a bit too hard, and he ended up with a cranium broken into several pieces

That was fun explaining to the Medic

When the others found out they never would let him live it down

Poor guy :[

His fingers are longgggg and have a good amount of thickness to them

Like he spends more time watching his fingers stretching out your cunt

If he feels adventurous enough (or brave) he'll want you to sit on his face while he eats you out

You swear he gets more vocal when you sit on his face

So. Much. PRAISE.

He accidentally edges you without knowing it sometimes, but he always makes up for it <3

"Fuuuck, Roo.. You look so pretty spread out on my fingers.." The temperature in Mick's camper seemed to increase rapidly despite it being chilly in the early morning of New Mexico. The sun was barely peaking from behind the mountainous region, the interior of the van being dark due to the lack of light as you watched the outline of the sniper's frame above you with breathy moans leaving your lips as those deliciously thick fingers of his pump themselves into your heat.

His sunglasses were still on the small bedside he had in his camper, giving you a clear view of his eyes as they were intensely watching how his fingers disappeared into your heat with a erotically wet 'squelch' filling the space of the camper.

"Mick! Je–sus don't stop!" The knot in your stomach seemed to be getting tighter, steadily building up in pressure the more time that passed as his fingers dragged deliciously against the ridges of your walls, shocks of pleasuring shooting out through your nerves.

Though it seemed like his fingers inside you weren't enough, as he lowered his head to be leveled with your sopping wet, hot core.

Removing his fingers, whines left your mouth, about to ask him why he stopped before keening at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your clit and the feeling of his warm tongue pushing itself into your hole.

"Fucking shiT–!"

His normally cool and calm facade quickly broke down the moment he had a taste of you on his tongue, whines and gasps leaving his mouth and into your core, making it more pleasurable for you as your back arched up from the bed, your hand shooting out to grip at his hair as an anchor.

The action alone pulled a loud groan from him, his tongue seemingly going at a faster pace, messily lapping at your flowing juices as it covers every inch of his lower face and the inside of your thighs.

His hands soon began to wonder, various places of your body did he squeeze gently, what was once steady hands were shaky and unsteady as they continued to roam your body feeling every bump, scar, and crevice underneath his fingers tips.

Everything started to become fuzzy from the constant pleasure and sensations, to add to it Mick hasn't stopped those beautiful moans of his as your cunt muffled them, you could faintly hear some words, most likely words of praise. You could see the top half of his face through teary eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as sweat dotted here and there on his face, hair messy and pointing in nearly every direction, god he was just so handsome.

The knot in your stomach finally broke, waves of euphoria washing over your body in rapid paces, nerves sparking and lighting on fire as the sensation surges and crashes throughout. Unconsciously, you accidentally wrapped your thighs around the sniper's head, squeezing a bit too tightly for his comfort. That's if his mind was clear, he would've cared, though his top priority as of now was to clean you up off all those delicious juices spilling out of your core and onto his tongue.

It took him some time to pull away once your ecstasy has passed, removing himself from in-between your thighs, placing delicate kisses along the way as he pulled himself up to lay down beside you.

Silence for a few moments, before you began to giggle exhausted, wrapping your arms around him to huddle yourself within his warmth.

"Wha's so funny, Doll?"

"Do I really have that effect on you?"

"Wha'?"

"To make all those cute little noises of yours."

"... don't know whatcha talkin' bout."

"Liar."

AHHHHHH I WISHED TO HAVE FOUND A BETTER ENDING FOR SNIPER USUJJJJWHWIWHJEIE 😭😭😭😭 (probably will update it to fix that later tho)

[vnards]

Mafia141 pt3

This is not edited atm :)

enjoy...

He returns to the same diner a few days later, this time near midnight. The parking lot empty, the 24 hr sign on and prominent in the window. He parked half a mile away, preferring to secure the perimeter before the meeting.

Gaz and Johnny were already inside in the booth Ghost marked earlier.

He tried his best to keep his mind on the layout of the diner, entrances and exits, the more secure areas in the building in the back. Every time he visualized the back, there was always you. Gliding through the diner like it was your domain, lighting up the place. Those eyes on him like they did.

Ghost fiddled with the napkin still in his pocket, his mind going back and forth between reaching out to you and keeping himself away. But like a siren call, he couldn’t shake himself of you.

As he entered the diner, he scanned the area. Gaz and Johnny spotted him first, Johnny winking at him just because he can. Ghost ignores him and heads to the bar, posting up as lookout for the meeting ahead.

Gaz’s voice clicked to life in Ghost’s ear, “10 minutes til. All good?”

Ghost grumbled an affirmative, looking around the empty bar, he knew someone would be working, but he hasn’t seen them yet. Ghost felt off. He didn’t like feeling off.

His fingers begin to tap when you burst through the door from the back. His fingers stopped.

The second you saw a familiar face, or half a face, you lit up with recognition and excitement. Ghost’s forehead creased with confusion, he looked behind you to see if someone would follow, but it was quiet.

“Hi, Simon.” You chirped, the smile wrinkles disappearing as you gave him that warm welcome like you did the first time.

“That the pretty bird ye been talking about, Si?” Johnny teased through his ear piece.

Ghost ignored him, “What are you doing here?”

Your smile faltered a bit, playing it off with a chuckle, “I picked up an extra shift.” You explained.

“By yourself?” He scanned the back again, waiting for someone else to emerge. Ghost found himself irritated they would let you work by yourself.

You shrugged, “My shift partner canceled so it’s just me.” You read something in Ghost’s face as you continued, “Don’t worry

You shrugged, “My shift partner canceled so it’s just me.” You read something in his body language, “Don't worry,” you lower your voice so the other customers didn't hear you,  “I have a pocket knife in case of emergencies.” Your smile settles his nerves, only slightly. “Besides,” You moved with confidence as you walk past him to address the other “customers”, “You’d protect me if anything happens, right?” You give him a flirtatious wink as you pass.

Of course.

Ghost watches you head towards Gaz and Soap. There's a certain hypnotic sway that has pulled in Ghost once again. He almost misses the black SUV with no headlights on that passes the diner.

“A’ll take whatever ye'd recommend, birdie.” Ghost didn't even have to look back to know Johnny would have the biggest shit eating smirk, flashing his pretty blues at you. Ghost rolled his eyes.

“Don't mind him, princess.” Gaz excused, “We’ll take two coffees.”

“But I heard the pie here was good.” Your gentle giggle jingled in the empty diner.

You finished with them, the two gossiping like school girls as you made your way back over to the counter. “I'll be right back. Same drink as before?” Ghost nods.

You head back into the kitchen. “Bloody idiots,” Ghost mumbles Into his ear piece.

He glances down at his watch. Five minutes til.

The sooner this meeting was over, the sooner Ghost can run off these extra nerves. He doesn't like you being here, but there's nothing he can do about it. His fingers begin to tap for now.

It takes you a little bit to get all the drinks together. You finally come out, balancing all the mugs in your hand. You flash him a smile as you deliver his drink. Working so hard for us.

“Black SUV, 5 o’clock.” Gaz reports.

Ghost’s stomach churns. He glances over his shoulder behind him and spots the same SUV again. It’s not trying to park. You're walking past his seat balancing the drinks, unaware. The SUV begins to roll down its windows.

“Get down!”

The boys react quickly, like they’re trained to do. You don't.

Shameless cliffhanger check out my blog for more until I get some stuff ready...

Be good people! *mwah*

-Vnards

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[lady-rosceline-hurst]

...<ADMIN LOGIN REQUESTED>

...<AUTHORIZING...>

...<ACCESS GRANTED>

...<WELCOME ADMINISTRATOR 'EVELYN'>

FUCK. Fuck this. I can't just sit on this anymore. WE can't. I- What are you on about? Panic attacks again? Oh for- NO, Roy. The footage. The FUCKING footage. From that GODDAMN Karrakin House. Ohhhh, that. It's really got you fired up, huh? I haven't seen you like this since-

...<USERNAME CHANGE AUTHORIZED>

...<WELCOME ADMINISTRATOR 'JESTER'>

RA below... You're that serious about this? Yes. ... My pilot. My host. My other half. You who saved me from being shoved back into that prison of the mind they call shackling... I stood by you when you made the decision to leave the cockpit because I knew it would be best for you. Best for us. I've had my fun with these nobles. But this is different. This information is so sensitive... This isn't stirring the pot, this is tipping it over. I will stand by you, but we have to decide together, and for certain. I don't care about these meatbags. They're nothing but entertainment to me. You're the only one. So tell me beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is worth the risk to you, and I will stand by you again.

It is, Roy. People need to know. Maybe not all of fuckin Karrakin space... But at least these people. I'm sure that girl has some kind of plan, but I can't stand by and do nothing at all.

My pilot. My Evie. Always playing the hero. It's in your bones, I think. Heh. Alrighty. Heheheh. I'll start encrypting. Put a mass message together and let's do this shit. It's almost like old times... 'cept Roach and King ain't here to save our asses if things go wrong.

...<ENCRYPTING FILES>

...<UPLOADING VIDEO FILE>

...<MASS MESSAGE SENT>

...

Timestamp: Nov 28, 5016u - 1:56 AM

[What appears to be security footage of a Karrakin Throne Room. A woman sits cross-legged upon this throne. Her hair is brown, but she has yellow eyes which mark her as a Hurst. Other people occupy the room. Guards. Serfs. Rosceline Hurst kneels at the base of the throne. Her eyes are puffy and red. She wears a terrified expression.]

Rosceline: Mother I-

???: Mother? Girl, thou dost know tis a privilege to refer to me thus. A privilege that I have not been made to take away in some years... until now.

Rosceline: Of course, Lady Violet. Mine deepest and sincerest apologies, Lady Violet.

Violet: Rosceline Hurst. Thou hast done a truly staggering amount of damage in but a single night. Where to begin... Thou, as mine Heiress, hast shown weakness in thyself upon a public platform. Thou hast revealed vulnerabilities in our House upon a public. Platform. Thou hast exposed our lies concerning thine sister's disappearance for what they art upon a PUBLIC. PLATFORM. Thou hast exposed us to our enemies, Rosceline. Thou hast EMBARRASSED me for no small number of reasons. I am beyond disappointed. I am disgusted. I thought thee better. I made thee better. Explain thyself. Now.

[Rosceline begins to shake]

Rosceline: M- ... Lady Violet... I make no excuse for mine actions. I... had a moment of weakness. Tis the pressure of all that hath transpired since Rebecca's disappearance. I had thought mine own self stronger. Verily, I have failed thee. But... But I shall fix it! Only allow me another chance and I shall fix it! And it shall never happen again, I do swear!

Violet: <sigh> I do fear the damage thou hast done hath put us well past that, Rosceline. Hast thou any idea how troublesome it shall be to clean up this mess? The letters I should have to write... Egads... No... No, Rosceline.

[Violet claps her hands.]

Violet: Guards.

Rosceline: Wha-

[The guards move to turn on the servants in the room, grabbing each serf to immobilize them. A panic begins, but with a snap of Violet's fingers it is snuffed out within seconds.]

Violet: Choose.

[Rosceline's breaths become shorter. Desperate.]

Rosceline: M-my Lady, I am afraid I- I do not-

Violet: Choose. Thou dost understand the punishment, dost thou not? Or hast thou forgotten? Thine weakness was the cause of this, Rosceline. So, choose who shall face the consequences. These Ignobles, or thyself. Either the decision shall be simple or thou dost prove to me that thou hast need of correction.

[Tears begin to drip down Rosceline's cheeks.]

Rosceline: Prithee... Prithee do not make me do this...

Violet: Thou dost test mine patience, girl. Choose.

Rosceline: ...

Violet: ROSCELINE.

Rosceline: M-myself. I do choose myself.

[A wave of whispers washes through the crowd. It is dismissed with another snap.]

Violet: <sigh> Rosceline... Sweet Rosceline. Soft Rosceline. STUPID Rosceline. Tis as I feared... Guards.

[Violet claps her hands once more.]

Violet: Take them all to the dungeons. Including mine Heiress.

[The servants begin screaming as the guards begin to drag them away. Rosceline is apprehended as well. Her remaining words are uttered through tears and wails.]

Rosceline: THOU DID LIE TO ME!

Violet: Of course I did, thou little fucking brat. If only thou had made the right decision. Verily, I would have let everyone walk free. But since thou doth insist upon sentimentality befitting a House of Water Republican, they shall pay the price alongside thee. Mayhap thou shall be reminded by example of the ruthlessness thou art meant to embody.

[Rosceline continues to wail. Over the course of a minute, she and the servants are removed from the room.]

[custardcrazy]

i have a Ted logan request! it’s kinda inspired by the tutor piece you wrote but instead of being Ted’s tutor she’s Deacons tutor (or babysitter) instead and she comes over to the Logan household and Ted sees her there and is immediately head over heels for her and is constantly trying to find an excuse to go to whatever room she’s in and stay there much to the annoyance of Deacon and their father on occasion

sorry if i got to specific but you’re my fav Ted Logan writer and I’m happy his requests are open!!!

young as we are

summary: you're deacon logan's new babysitter. it doesn't seem like it'll be anything too special -- until you meet his cute older brother, that is. (gn!reader)

wordcount: 3.8k

A/N: okay so I might've changed around the prompt a teensy bit, but hopefully it still fits what you wanted. i'm no good at writing slow stuff so i got kinda impatient lmao (also. i'm?? your favorite?? you have no idea how genuinely happy that makes me. i'm smiling like an idiot. thank you so much.)

You checked the note you'd written the address down on to make sure you hadn't gotten the wrong house -- okay, all good -- before ringing the doorbell. 

The house itself was pretty nice, just looking at the exterior. One of the perks of babysitting in a somewhat well-off area like this one was that you usually got paid decently for your troubles; and it wasn't nearly as bad as working retail, if the stories you'd heard from your friends were anything to go off of. And kids could be sweet, unlike food service customers. 

It was only half a minute before the door was answered by a balding middle-aged man with a stern expression. Mr. Logan, you presumed; it was probably his voice you'd heard on the phone. 

"You must be the babysitter," he stated directly, not giving you time to answer, "come in, then. I have some things I have to inform you of." He didn't wait, disappearing into the house and leaving the door ajar behind him. Feeling slightly awkward, you followed. 

Once you entered the foyer, he began speaking again. "Deacon's probably in his room right now. He has to be in bed by nine P.M., and he knows that, but I don't doubt that without me being present he'll try to stay up." Indicating some bills on the counter, he continued, "there's some money for a pizza. The number to call is on the refrigerator. Dinner should be at six." 

"Oh, and my … eldest son, Ted." If it was even possible, his tone became more snide. "He should be back in an hour or two. Don't let him bother you at all -- if he gets too annoying, just let me know when I get back later in the evening, and I'll deal with him." 

You barely got out an "uh, okay, thanks" before Mr. Logan was yelling for Deacon. 

He was maybe around twelve, you guessed. It was obvious that he was reluctant to come downstairs, but did so after a look from his father. You smiled at him, but he didn't return it; you didn't really mind. He was at that awkward age, after all. And if your instincts were correct, an overbearing father could inflict a number on any kid. 

It wasn't that you weren't familiar with strict parents -- but it was near-impossible to get entirely used to them. Being in charge of their children meant that you had to be extra careful. You couldn't trust a young kid to not tell on you if you were a little lenient when it came to bedtimes, and you couldn't trust an older kid to not try and put the fact that you were more easy-going than their parents to the test. 

Still, once Mr. Logan had left, you immediately relaxed. 

And so did Deacon, by the looks of it, because suddenly his tense demeanor all but disappeared. 

It was almost frightening how abruptly he turned his attention from his father's car pulling down the driveway to you. 

"You ever watched RoboCop?" 

He asked, with a certain bluntness only preteen boys were capable of. 

"No, I haven't." Encouragingly, you smiled again. "What's that?" 

"I have the tape," and already he was turning away, "gimmie a sec." 

You had the sneaking suspicion that his father didn't have the same enthusiasm for science fiction movies.

And you were right; even during the movie he spoke up now and then to tell you stuff about the characters or the plot. About how "RoboCop could probably take down an entire army by himself". You thought it was kind of spooky how the titular protagonist was a reanimated guy forced to follow cyborg programming to uphold "justice" in an already-corrupt city, disregarding any humanity he once had. 

… Or something like that. Deacon just found the guy "badass". 

By the time that you'd nearly reached the ending of the movie, you were invested. 

But not too invested to not look up when the front door opened, and thus you made eye contact with probably the prettiest guy you'd seen in a while. 

He froze midway through his path to the stairs. 

For a moment, both of you just looked at each other. He looked familiar. 

Oh, yeah, you'd seen him at school a couple times. Passed by him in the hallways or in the cafeteria, maybe. You hadn't really noticed him before, but maybe that was because you hadn't gotten a good look at him. Like now. 

And then Deacon took notice, coughing in an awfully non-subtle way into his fist, and you realized that maybe you shouldn't stare like a creep. 

"Uh, you must be Ted, right?" You laughed semi-awkwardly. "Hi. I'm just gonna be babysitting Deacon until your dad gets home." 

Hopefully you remembered his name correctly. From the way his father had said it, you had expected him to be some flavor of delinquent -- piercings, leather jacket, all that stuff that an uptight man like Mr. Logan would disprove of. A high school dropout who was bumming around in his dad's basement without a source of stable income. 

That couldn't be further from the truth; the Ted you were seeing now was a slightly gangly, floppy-haired boy your age who was looking at you like he'd seen an angel. 

It took him a moment, but he nodded vigorously in response to your question. 

"Yes. Yeah. I'm -- that's me." Ted glanced away, finally breaking away your gaze. "Um. What's your name? I - … I don't think we've been introduced before, dude." Even from your position on the couch, you could pick out spots of rose pink on his cheeks. Even as he focused determinedly on the ground. 

You couldn't help but be hopelessly endeared, so you gave him your name. 

He gently repeated it once, as if trying out how it felt on his tongue. "Oh. Radical." 

There was another brief moment, in which the movie still playing on the boxy television faded into the background. Then, his eyes were back on yours; they were a warm brown, you noticed. 

Apparently, Deacon had enough of his older brother interrupting his sacred movie, because he spoke up again, breaking the silence. "Ted, don't you have stuff to do?" 

You wanted to reprimand Deacon for his less-than-polite tone, but didn't have the chance, because Ted responded first.

"Oh." Seemingly snapping back to reality, he glanced away. "Yeah. Sorry 'bout that." 

Before you could tell him that you were going to order food later, he'd bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time. You heard the far-off shutting of a door; and then a little later, muffled music that had a lot of distorted electric guitar and drums. 

Deacon scoffed to himself, but settled further into the couch cushions. 

You didn't see Ted again that night. He didn't even come downstairs to snatch a slice of pepperoni pizza, and just remained in his room. Maybe he didn't want to bother his little brother anymore, you thought, trying your hardest not to feel disappointed; even if you'd barely had any sort of conversation with him, there was something … Something very magnetic. 

Mr. Logan was back at around eleven, and by that time you were seated by the television once more. Alone, because you'd miraculously managed to get Deacon to go to bed. 

"I'm guessing everything went fine," remarked Mr. Logan, taking off his cap. You were beginning to get used to his clipped tone, and shut off the terrible sitcom you'd been killing time with. 

"Yeah, I left the change for the food on the counter." 

He pulled out his wallet, counting out crisp bills. 

"Did Ted give you any trouble?" 

Taking the money, you made sure it was the correct amount -- why'd you even bother, a man like Mr. Logan must've been specific about everything. "No, not at all. He barely said anything to me, actually." 

He only gave you a noncommittal hum in response to that, not even looking in your direction as he headed for the counter; probably to make sure you weren't stealing any of the change. "Well, good night." 

It wasn't a thank you -- not even close, but you'd take it. You'd been paid, after all.  "Good night." 

Ted's face upon seeing you still was fresh in your mind as you made your way home. And during the next several days that passed. It wasn't surprising, really. Nobody had ever looked at you like that; nobody had ever looked in awe of you on sight. At least, not anybody that had really caught your attention. 

Eventually, Mr. Logan called again. Apparently he had another work thing to do -- not that you were listening closely when he mentioned it. Your heart jumped at another opportunity to see Ted; it was a little embarrassing, really. You weren't some boy-crazed lunatic, pining after a guy you barely knew. 

Well, pining was a strong word. But you did pay extra attention when walking around at school, trying to catch a glimpse of him on your way to your classes. 

(You didn't.) 

This time, your pulse picked up when you walked up to the house. You even hesitated before you rang the doorbell again. But when you did, you heard some general commotion from within the house before Deacon answered the door, looking a little annoyed. 

"Hi," he said, "Dad's getting ready or whatever." 

He stepped aside to let you in. "I thought Ted was gonna answer the door. But he ran off as soon as he heard the doorbell." Sighing, he flopped down on the couch. "Lazy ass." 

As if on cue, Mr. Logan entered the living room, fixing his hat. You idly wondered if he wore it to hide the fact that he basically lacked all of his hair except for on the sides and back. 

"Deacon, watch your language." 

"Sorry." Even though his voice was muffled into the cushions, he didn't sound apologetic in the slightest. 

Mr. Logan turned his attention to you. "You don't need a refresher on anything, right." It sounded more like an order than a question, but you chose to look past it. At least he had offered to jog your memory if needed. The bare minimum was nice sometimes. 

"Yeah, I'll be fine." 

He gave you a curt nod. It wasn't until you heard the garage door shutting behind his car that Deacon sat bolt upright, suddenly energized. 

You looked at him expectantly. 

"Let's watch Ghostbusters," he declared. "Dad thinks it's stupid." 

And so, with little fanfare, you were basically doing the same thing as last time. But instead of dystopia, the setting was mildly less disturbing this time. And the main protagonists were human and likable. No offense to cyborg cops, but he didn't offer much in the way of personality -- so nobody could blame you. 

You were sure you'd seen this movie before, but the memory was vague enough that most of the events were new to you. However, even though you were focused on watching the film, there was something else on the back of your mind. An underlying antsiness; and you had a good idea why. 

Said antsiness was confirmed when, about half an hour into the movie, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It took all of your willpower not to look, but you knew who it was. 

It was only until he breached your peripheral vision that you allowed yourself to smile. 

"Hey, Ted." 

Today, he was wearing all loose clothes -- a baggy tee shirt with BLACK SABBATH printed on it in slightly distorted purple font, and what looked like sleep shorts. All in all, it made him look very soft. Like he was planning to do nothing but lay in bed for the entire day. Even his hair was kind of mussed up, a curl or two (or three) sticking out from the rest. 

He returned your smile tenfold with a near-blinding grin. "Hey." 

Deacon, unlike you, didn't have to hide anything. 

"Are you just gonna stand there and stare at the babysitter?" 

Delightfully, Ted flushed, hand flying up to fiddle with his hair. "Uh. No. I was just wondering if I could -- " he hesitated, before continuing, "if I could watch the movie too, y'know. I think Ghostbusters is a totally exceptional example of cinema." You didn't catch the way Deacon narrowed his eyes at his older brother. 

"Okay. Just don't interrupt too much." 

" 'Course." 

You were mildly startled when Ted sat down in the middle of you and Deacon -- you'd expected him to sit on the other side, but apparently that wasn't the case. The younger Logan let out an audible sigh and scooted further away. 

True to his word, Ted didn't speak up for the majority of the movie. But you were aware of his presence in a way that was almost comparable; since you were mere inches apart. He didn't sit still, and adjusted his position every so often, but you had the feeling that was the norm since Deacon didn't mention it. 

However, it seemed by the near-ending Ted reached his limit on not making at least one comment. 

"Dude. I forgot how impressive the special effects are," he mused in his best attempt at a hushed tone. "Must've taken them ages to do this stuff." 

"Yeah," you agreed, glancing over, "it's pretty cool. Slimer really gives me the creeps." 

Ted opened his mouth to respond, but shut up when a loud "shhh!" came from Deacon's general direction. 

For a moment, you and him just looked at each other. Then, not able to stifle it in time, you snorted; he lapsed into a fit of giggles, and as a result of that so did you. It wasn't really your fault -- his laugh was very contagious, even muffled like this. 

Somehow, you managed to get through the rest of the movie without much more incident. Even if your heart lurched every time Ted's arm or leg accidentally brushed up against yours with the way he was fidgeting. 

By the time it was over, it was around six, and so you called to order a pizza. Ted didn't retreat back upstairs, much to Deacon's disappointment, and pretty much hovered around you as you all waited for dinner to arrive. Not in a weird way, not at all -- he just resembled a puppy trying to get attention, really. 

"What'd you think of the movie?" He asked, just after you'd gotten off the phone with the pizza place. 

"It was pretty good," you hummed, putting down the receiver. "A couple moments were slow, but overall I enjoyed it. What's not to like about some guys capturing ghosts and defeating otherworldly entities?" 

"An excellent way to phrase it," grinned Ted, "and I agree most wholeheartedly. The ghost-buster dudes are impossible not to root for." 

You chatted a little more about it with him; his way of talking was a bit unique, but somehow you found it just as attractive as everything else. Sadly, your conversation was cut short by the doorbell. As soon as you'd taken a single step in the direction of the door -- 

" -- I'll get that!" declared Ted, with an enthusiasm that was a little frightening, already moving to grab the pizza. 

"Hey, wait, there's money on the counter!" 

"... Oh." 

Backtracking, he grabbed the cash and resumed his course to the door, covering the distance with long strides. 

It wasn't long before the food was gone; and you unceremoniously stuffed the ripped-apart cardboard box into the recycling bin like last time, hoping Mr. Logan wouldn't take issue with how you'd basically just jammed it in. After Deacon had wolfed down maybe three slices, he'd disappeared somewhere. Probably to his room -- you  reminded him to be in bed in time, lest Mr. Logan stop letting you babysit, and he'd only replied with a dull "okay". 

You were practically alone with Ted now. 

"So, uh." He broke the silence as soon as you returned to the living room. "... Wanna go upstairs? There's not much to do down here 'sides watching more movies." 

"I don't see why not," you said without thinking. 

For a second, he looked caught off-guard just as much as you were, (seriously, what) but recovered quickly. "Cool. C'mon, dude." 

Beaming, he motioned to you, and you were helpless to do anything but follow. 

His room was a bit messy, but you would've found it strange if it wasn't. Posters were all over the walls, Metallica and Van Halen and other assorted bands and movies. In the corner was a shelf filled to the brim with various memorabilia; action figures, guitar picks, markers and books that looked kind of dusty. His laundry bin was overflowing a little, but at least it was confined to another corner. Everything was just so Ted and that was probably the best way to describe it. 

He made his way over to the window, opening it just a crack. "Let's just keep the window open so we can hear Dad pulling in the driveway. His car is super loud -- I think he'd go ballistic if you were hanging out with me." 

You knew he was right, but it still struck a minor chord on your heartstrings -- which you attempted to move past as fast as possible. "Oh, yeah. Good thinking." 

At your compliment, he was all smiles again. 

You felt yourself melt a little, and sat on the bed before your knees gave out or something. 

Before long, you were both sprawled out on the carpet playing a serious game of Uno. For a guy who you were learning wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, he was pretty good at making you question your own abilities; either that or he was just extremely, ridiculously lucky. He did have an awful poker face, after all. 

He snickered every time he drew a plus four or plus two card, and blanched whenever he didn't have a playable card. Which was cute, but also pretty advantageous for you. 

After a frustratingly long time of going back and forth; of him denying you every single time you dared call Uno, you finally won. 

"Dude!" Ted exclaimed, throwing down his hand as if deeply and truly offended, but you could see that he was grinning again. "That was totally 'cause I let my guard down." 

"I don't know," you teased, "or maybe it was because of my great and unbeatable card-game skills." 

He hung his head in mock-shame. "You're right. I suck." 

You were conflicted between bullying him a little more or comforting him to lessen the blow of your victory, but before you could decide, you both heard the tell-tale sound of tires crunching on the pavement and the whir of the garage door opening. Ted scrambled over to the window, peeking through the small opening he'd left earlier. 

"He's back," he announced, turning back to face you. 

"Okay," you said, getting to your feet and making sure you hadn't dropped anything. "See you later, Ted." 

" 'Bye!" He called after you.

Thankfully, you managed to make it down to the living room, jump onto the couch, and fumble for the remote just in time to turn on the television a good minute before Mr. Logan entered. During that brief time, you felt strangely like you were a spy, a double-agent -- that if you were caught fraternizing with the enemy, you'd be given grave consequences. 

It was hilarious, you had to admit. 

Mr. Logan didn't ask you about Ted this time, just cutting right to the chase and taking out his wallet.

"Is the change on the counter again?" 

"Yeah," you answered, giving him a "thanks" as he handed you a couple bills. You marveled again at how clean they were -- it almost felt criminal to stuff them in your pocket, but what else could you do? 

Once more, Mr. Logan turned away, going for the counter. "Good night." If he was as disinterested as he sounded, it was no wonder why he didn't try to make small talk with you at all. And you were grateful for it; you were sure that it'd just be awkward and nothing else. You rushed a little to leave. 

But just as your hand turned the doorknob, you were stopped in your tracks by a shout. 

"Wait!" 

Apparently, you and Mr. Logan were both equally shocked, because he also whipped around mid-action. 

In Ted's hasty descent down the stairs, he nearly tripped over himself, but regained what little composure he'd been holding onto, and jogged over to you. Either he didn't notice his father standing there, looking utterly baffled; or he just didn't care. In his hands he was holding a cassette tape. 

He held it out to you, still catching his breath. The color in his cheeks could be attributed to his rush downstairs, but you had a sneaking suspicion that wasn't entirely the case. "Here. Sorry. I was gonna give it to you earlier," bashfulness showed clearly in his expression, "but I forgot." 

It was only a second before you realized that you'd have to exit the situation to avoid any questions from his father -- whose eyes were darting between the two of you in an extremely worrying manner. So you took it from him, even whilst having absolutely no idea what it was. 

"Thanks." 

And with that, you were out the door. 

--

The second you got home, you got a good look at the tape. 

On the outside, written in an untidy scrawl in black Sharpie, was your answer. It was a mixtape. How much time had he spent making this for you? Your mind conjured up an image of him sitting by the record player you'd seen in his room, painstakingly selecting his favorite songs to record. 

Flipping it over, you realized there was a scrap of paper taped to it -- a note. 

You hardly had to think about the question hastily written on it with a bright pink marker, with little stars doodled around the edges. 

It was the only thing that was running through your mind for the rest of the night. They were agonizing, the few days that passed before you finally received a call from Mr. Logan again. It was probably the only time ever that you were glad to hear his voice. 

Deacon was a little disappointed when you told him to wait a minute to watch Raiders of the Lost Ark.

"Don't start loudly making out or anything," he said, sulking as you quickly ascended the stairs. You wanted to scold him for the sake of preserving your own dignity, but you had more pressing matters to focus on at the moment.

"So," Ted began sheepishly, after you entered his room. "You got my note, right?" 

"I listened to the tape, too," you answered near-breathlessly. "Yes. I'd love to spend more time with you, Ted." You smiled broadly. "You're really sweet, you know that?" 

He went bright red in response. 

And then ducked behind his bangs. 

It took him a little while to speak, but you were patient. 

" … thanks, dude. I'm really glad," he finally murmured. "I spent ages making that tape, but it wasn't until I was gonna give it to you that I realized that. Like. Just hanging out like this wasn't gonna be enough. At all."

Right now, the main emotion your brain was registering was giddiness. 

"I'm really glad, too."

[dawnoftime22]

"be soft please, I love like the entire world is about to fall apart."

| W.M ( -> N.R )

Undeserving of a love like yours, Chapter 3

Chapter Warnings: tense/awkward conversations, slightly competitive r and wanda, but fluff in those parts, has it been proofread? I don't remember, but I'm hoping it is

Summary: Your mind starts to get louder with worries, and you can't tell if you're making it up. Wanda invites you along to some time together, hoping to relieve the odd built up energy between you.

Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Word Count: 3.7k

Category: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort...Angst if you squint?

A/N: really the first few chapters is just an excuse for me being able to write fluff for wanda for a bit (I'm kidding) but I'll be very busy in feb, so if I don't seem to be as active, that's why. but I'll try my best to keep posting the fics. okay love u all<3

| Started on 11/01/2024, 1:44 PM |

| Finished on 19/01/2024, 2:23 PM |

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

<- Chapter 2 Chapter 4 ->

"but are your words true to your soul?"

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-- - 5 days later...

You were sat at the reading space in your bedroom, holding a warm mug filled with tea. The window was open just slightly, letting air in. The sun was going down, and the sky was turning into a shade of blue, holding little of any orange.

You sigh and check your phone, the time showing 6:58 PM, but there were no new notifications.

You unlock your phone and go to your messages, looking at the texts you've sent Wanda. Not a single response yet. You brushed it off as her being busy, but now you were getting worried.

After a few seconds, the bubble of the dots come up. Although late, you now see a gray message than just your own blue one.

I stole one of your hoodies :)

it's one of your favorites, so I just thought

if you're searching for it, I have it

11:29 PM Today

do you want to bake some cookies

when you're free?

2:34 PM Today

Read Just Now

omw home now ❤️

6:59 PM Today

Read Just Now

Your eyebrows furrow as your eyes go over the words again, no other ones going along with it, and the dots had disappeared when the message sent. Had you annoyed her? You couldn't have. She was probably just driving and didn't have time to type more. Right?

You turn off your phone and look back at the window. The streetlights had turned on, illuminating the streets and trees nearby. Your eyes flicker down to your mug though, watching the drink make small riptides with the smallest movements you did.

You take another sip and finish off your tea, letting the warm liquid run down your throat before moving to stand up, the soft seat meeting your skin as you push off it.

The bedroom has a cozy atmosphere, the dim lights keeping the place dark, but still well lit. You don't stay for any longer though, with your path leading towards the kitchen.

You put your empty mug in the sink, but clean it with the dish soap and washing it off, to then putting it on the drying rack, having decided to keep the sink empty.

You rest your arms on the kitchen counter, a yawn escaping your mouth and your eyes water up, leading to the smallest tear leaving them. Your elbow replaces your sleeves on the counter instead, your hands moving to run themselves over your face and covering it. You move your fingers to wipe your stained cheeks.

After doing so, one palm of your hand held your jaw, the other one drifting down to rest on the counter once more. You stare at the dark kitchen wall, hoping time would pass by quicker.

A key was inserted in the front door. You heard it clearly echoing through the large room with the quiet silence. You turn to look, and it opens. A brunette walks through the entrance, but you don't move. You just watch.

She closes the door and turn the lock, then takes off her shoes and her jacket. She takes notice of your presence when she looks up, but not much of a smile went on her face. Bad day, perhaps.

"Hey. I came home on time." She says, her jacket hanging on her shoulder as she puts her hand in her pockets and walk closer to you.

"Hi." You say, your response short while you turned around completely and leaned back on the counter. She purses her lips and looks down, remembering she didn't get anything for you on the way, so all her hands were available to do was hide in her pockets, not knowing what to do with them.

You notice that, and you continue talking, not wanting an awkward silence to fall upon the two of you.

"I uh, didn't make anything for dinner. But we can order take-out or something if you'd like." You raise your eyebrows in question with your offer, and she looks back up at you.

"Oh, that's alright. I already ate on the way here," she says, with a gentle shake of her head. Your heart felt like it fell just a little, but something stopped it just inches before it hit the ground.

"Are you hungry though? We can order some either way," she asks, worrying your needs haven't been met yet while hers, has.

"No. No, it's fine, I had a sandwich earlier." You give her a small smile. Her attention drifts off to a blank space in the room, her head moving to nod, but her eyes not once going to yours, only focused on the wall behind you.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." She points to the bedroom with her thumb, her feet taking her away to clear herself from the living room.

You stand there for a second, shifting your body and contemplating a decision before pushing off the counter, the cold marble meeting the skin of your hands. You follow her once she's already in the bathroom, knowing the conversation was awkward enough.

You make your way across the room, going to the window to close it along with the blinds. Once that was done, you walk to the bed, the soft mattress dipping with your body as you sat on it.

The sounds of the shower could be heard even from outside the bathroom. You didn't mind it much and grabbed the tv remote, deciding to put something on.

You scroll through the lists of films and end up going with a rom-com Wanda loves. You got comfortable in bed, pulling up the blanket for warmth.

You didn't notice through the laughs in the show and talking, but the running water had stopped for a while, and the bathroom door opened with Wanda wearing her pajamas.

You look at her, and see her eyes focused on the tv screen, a smile raising on her lips before she saw you on the bed.

"You're playing my show," she said, as another funny scene plays and laughter erupts in the audience within the tv. You try your best not to smile too hard in making her face brighten up a bit.

"Yes, now get in bed and cuddle with me." You open up your arms, turning on your side and pouting. Wanda shakes her head with a smile and walks to the bed, sitting down next to you and shuffling closer until your bodies touch.

She pulls the covers up her body as you did earlier, and you help her, of course, not being a blanket hogger. You lean into her, your eyes focusing back on the tv screen.

She shifts until she's comfortable and then puts one of her arms around your back, the other one at your front, going around your waist. You look up, and she was focused on the show. Her heartbeat can be heard thumping against her chest with how close you were.

Your legs was tangled with hers, and she held you closely. Eventually, she looks down on you, her green eyes shining even within the dim lighting. She brushes her finger against your cheek, and you know you can't ever resist her.

Your gaze travels back up to her, and her eyes searched your eyes for something. What? You didn't know. But a certain sadness swirled in her pupils, you can see it.

"I'm sorry I've been so busy lately," she whispers, her hand dropping back down to rest on your waist. You snuggle closer to her, one side of your cheek against her shoulder.

"It's okay. I just wish work would take it easy on you." Your hand goes up, your fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her shirt. She keeps watch on you, her lips tucked in as she thinks of something in her mind.

"I have an idea." You pause your movement and curiously look at her, wondering what's to come. She takes a gentle breath before continuing.

"Do you wanna go to the beach tomorrow?" She offers you, and your eyes gleamed with happiness. Her lips raise up slightly face when she sees you brighten up.

"Yeah! I'd love to." You say, your voice filled with genuine excitement, having missed spending time with her. Her smile grows and she turns back to the tv.

The rest of the night, you spent in each other's embrace. You were the first to go to sleep peacefully, and Wanda had turned off the tv, following you along.

In the morning, both you and Wanda are sleeping soundly, the blanket and her arms still around you are keeping you warm.

The only movement was of the breathing of two bodies. That was, until you slowly stir, your mind awakening to the sun slowly brightening the skies. Your eyes slowly open, sleep invading your vision, blurring it.

You blink it away and move to rub your eye with a single finger just for a second before yawning, turning to the still sleeping brunette beside you.

It was the first time in a while she was there in bed with you while it was the morning, with her being so busy lately. You take the moment to indulge in being so close to her, in her arms, safe again.

Your fingers trace some meaningless patterns near her neckline, your head resting against her shoulder.

It didn't take long for her to soon wake up, just minutes later. You pause your movements, looking at how her eyelids slowly open, her eyes taking in the scene around her and registering that it was now morning.

She notices the touch of your finger on her skin along with your own pair of eyes, making her glance down.

"Morning, детка," she whispers, her morning voice only reaching your ears and not even the walls due to her saying it under her breath.

"Morning," you reply softly, continuing your hand's movement. Her lips raise up slightly and she closes her eyes, her arms releasing their hold on you to stretch for a moment before leaning her head closer to yours.

"You excited for today?" You ask, your eyes on hers. She goes to look at you for a second before replying.

"Of course I am." She said, her tongue going out slightly to rid of the dryness in her lips that her sleep caused.

"We're going to the beach. So, we can relax, splash water on each other, make sandcastles..." She trails off when she sees your eyes gleam at not just the first few words, but specifically her mentioning of building sandcastles.

"And I'm going to challenge you in a sandcastle contest." You say, and she tries her hardest not to break out into a big grin at how determined you were to do such a thing.

"Oh, really? Well I'm going to beat you in it!" she says, her voice slow and a quiet volume at first until her last few words, exclaiming as if she was trying to scare you, although with a soft voice.

"We'll see, we'll see." You say with your eyebrows raised, eager to win. At that, a laugh comes from her lips like a gentle melody.

The small laugh she did was short, but your heart still warmed just the same as the morning sunshine that peeked through the windows.

"Do you wanna go shower first, or should I?" You ask her, leaning back slightly to either get out of bed and go to the bathroom, or let her go.

"You can go shower first, sweetheart." She says with a soft smile. You nod, and her hands move to let you get out of bed.

You went to grab some clothes from the closet while Wanda unplugs her phone from the charger, checking the time. It was 8:24 AM. Certainly early, but not too early or late for the sun to be too sunny in the morning for your time at the beach.

You go into the bathroom and turn on the shower once you had your clothes off, making sure the temperature was just right. The shower gel was gentle on your skin, the aroma filling up the bathroom and making itself out to the bedroom, the familiar scent comforting the brunette outside the bathroom.

Soon enough you get done with showering and you step out with a towel. Wanda's eyes linger on you for a short while before returning to her phone. You blush as you made your way to your clothes on the bed.

She gets up and gets her own clothes and towel, to then shower herself. You put on your clothes when she closed the bathroom door. You plop on the bed, the soft mattress slightly going down with the change of weight.

You hear Wanda's phone make a notification sound, but you don't mind it much, and grab a hairbrush to fix up your hair a bit.

Wanda was quick with her shower, she came out and while you grabbed your phone and got ready with the other items, she wore her clothes, a loose thin jacket and a swimsuit underneath.

You turn to look at her softly, your eyes focused on hers. She was looking around the room, making sure you got everything.

"You ready to go?" You ask, and she hums her answer of a yes, grabbing her sunglasses on the bedside table and putting it on, now fully giving a beach look.

"Let's go, then." You walk out the bedroom with her behind you, going to the front door and opening it. The weather outside was perfect and clear.

Wanda locks the door with her house keys and goes to the car next to yours, which is of course, hers. You go to the passenger side, settling down into the seat as she turns on the engine.

She gets out the driveway and starts the journey to the beach, turning on the radio after a few minutes of quietness. Some Rihanna song is playing, setting a peaceful mood, but also making you want to move along to the beat.

The drive was short, seeing as your house wasn't too far away from the beach. The both of you were out the car when you had arrived, the crashes of the waves coming onto shore and visiting the sand could already be heard along with the strong wind.

You walk together to the beach, the sand hitting your sandals and feet as you go. Wanda's hands held beach towels so you could rest and lay down together.

When you find a perfect place where not many people were, that was when she set up the spot with the towels and sat down. You watch her, a smile growing on your face at the thought floating in your head.

"So...sandcastle competition time?" You ask her, and she shakes her head at your quick question, even right when she sat down. But a smile was present on her face.

"You're on!" She says, and goes to the side of the beach blanket, starting her little sandcastle, and you scramble to find your own place. She giggles, seeing you panic at her fast answer. You had sat right in front of her, working away with the sand.

After a few minutes, the two of you finish up, and both was perfect in every way. Although some parts were starting to fall apart. But it was still holding up good. Wanda looks at them, surprise over her face just as you were.

"Yours is...wow." She says, normally at first then to surprise with her eyebrows raised and a small laugh. Yours were big, but not all that much bigger than hers. You just had a tinge few little more details...and a small flag atop the castle. Where had you gotten it? She didn't know. You must've hidden it away in your pocket, she thought.

"If I'm going to be honest with you, yours look amazing. But mine is..." You stop when she cuts you off with a hum and a tilt of her head, her eyes narrowing their gaze on you as a warning.

"Hmm, well I think that we...have a tie!!" she gently pushes you on the beach blanket and tickles you, making shock fill your face, but laughs making sound from your chest.

"Wait, no!" You say between the giggling and laughing, her hands easily finding all the spots that you're ticklish at.

"Say it, or I won't stop!" She said, continuing on with no mercy. You were kicking your legs a little, but she was on your lap, so it did nothing.

"Okay! Okay, we have a tie!!" You surrender, the laughs getting tiring. She stops her attack on you, the both of you smiling brightly even though she had made you breathless.

She lays down beside you, catching her own breath even though she was the one who tickled you. But a giggle sounded out from her, having joy lingering from earlier.

A quietness went over the place other than the occasional seagulls in the sky and flapping their wings and on the sand, just near where the water kept coming in small waves.

Wanda moved closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder while you looked down on her. Your arms go to rest on the side of her waist, the warmth of your bodies keeping you in a decent temperature while the wind came and went by.

Your mind started to wander off, and your eyes travel way off over to the view of the ocean, the skies holding clouds melting within the blue. There was nothing in the distance but the ocean.

"Be honest," you start quietly, making Wanda curiously look up at you. Your hands had went to fiddle with hers, taking out one of her rings every now and then and playing with them, then putting it back into her fingers.

"...Are you starting to dislike me?" You mumble, trying to not make it too obvious that your thoughts were awfully loud. She notices you distracting yourself with her rings and fingers, making her look at you softly.

"What? No. I could never." Wanda's eyebrows furrow as her face fills with concern. She props herself up with her other hand that you weren't holding, looking into your eyes.

"What makes you say that?" She questions, as if oblivious to anything that's ever happened. You bit down on your lip and teared your eyes away from hers, looking at the sandcastles beside you.

"Okay. I know you've been busy, it's just...nevermind, it's stupid." Now her eyes sadden and she lets out a quiet sigh. She moves her hand to hold yours entirely, giving you an assuring squeeze.

"Hey...don't do that to yourself, малышка." She says softly, rubbing her thumb on the skin of your hand gently, hoping the motion will soothe you a little.

"I love you." She lets go of your hand and cups one side of your cheek, while going to place a soft kiss on the other side. She brushes her thumb on your lips now, making your teeth release it. It took everything in you to not break right then and there.

"I love you, too," you whisper, leaning into her touch. The sand moved with the wind just slightly, and even took a few layers off the sandcastles you had made.

"Don't ever blame yourself for anything between us." She shakes her head while saying it. Her voice was soft, and you look at her. You couldn't tell what the look in her eyes were, but you know you've seen it before.

You didn't give a reply. She didn't want one anyway. A silence washes over you like how the water washes the sand with it's gentle touch. She goes over her thoughts as she looked at your face.

"Do you wanna go to the water?" she asks, breaking the silence and looking at the ocean. Your eyes flicker to her before you look at the water, too.

"Yeah." You nod, and she smiles, pushing herself up to stand. You take her hand when she offered it, your legs moving to get you up.

Wanda takes off her thin jacket and kicks off her sandals, the sand meeting her feet as she walked closer to the water. You follow her, having gotten yours off too.

The water hits both of your feet, making a shiver run down your spine at the coldness of it. Wanda was already in to her waistline, but not going any farther than that. You continue on until you were close to her.

You feel the water with your skin and hands and the small waves that come and go, a feeling that had always calmed you. Your body starts getting used to the temperature, and it wasn't awfully freezing.

"How big of a splash can you make?" You ask casually, not really going in any direction with your small conversation, but she looks at you with her eyebrows raised.

"Is that a challenge?" She asks, watching you play around with the water and see the small waves that you make.

"Maybe." You tilt your head playfully, suggesting so, but only trying to feel the lovely beach air. The water keeps cascading against your bodies, while your hands go to rest on her shoulders, admiring her with the ocean in the background.

She smiles, and you could see the mischief in them. It made you curious, but then she splashed water lightly towards you, making you gasp. You splash back, initiating a battle of hitting water against each other, and each other's faces.

"Stop!" You shout, giggling along with her as you shielded yourself with your arms. She had done a big wave of a splash, making your hair soaked.

You wipe the rest of the water off your face, needing to breathe. You move your hand just slightly to do another small attack of water to her, but that was the end of it. You move away with a cheeky smile on your face and get out the water.

She laughed, knowing she won as you surrendered. The sun shone down on the both of you, although making you warm and the water glimmer with the light, the wind that breezed by made your bones tingle.

You walked back to the spot you picked out, sitting back down on it. She stays in the water for a while longer, taking in the refreshing feeling.

Soon after, she joins you, putting back on her thin jacket to defend herself against the wind. You welcome her into your arms, and she goes into your embrace just the same as the way the clouds enveloped the sun.

end of chapter 3. <3

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The submarine -

Ch 6

After the best sleep in a long time, you woke up the next morning entwined in each other.

Embarrassed, you wanted to get away from him immediately and he let you, but he would have liked to enjoy your closeness for a few more minutes.

After a quiet, shy "good morning", you took your clothes and disappeared into the small bathroom without another word.

He watched you go in silence, fell back onto his back, sighed deeply and murmured: "What a morning." What happened? You were visibly upset and he longed to hold you in his arms again and feel your body pressed tightly against his. Should he call you back to bed for a few more minutes of togetherness?

No, you wouldn't come back to the bunk. And anyway, how was he supposed to explain that to you?

"Hey, it feels incredibly good to feel you, come back to bed and let's cuddle a little bit more." It couldn't be any more stupid. What was wrong with him?

After you had finished your morning toilet and were back in the main cabin, Gibbs also took his clothes off to get ready for the day. After an astonishing 5 minutes, he was standing in front of you again, completely ready for the day.

You looked at him in total amazement and were perplexed: "Wow, that was quick." He smiled at you and replied: "In the Marine Corps you learn to shower quickly. Among other things." “Okay. It's not fun, but it can be useful,” you said, smiling and shrugging your shoulders.

He didn't respond. He put his clothes in the closet, turned back to you and asked: “Breakfast?”

“Of course.”

Gibbs nodded, looked around the neatly arranged cabin and then went ahead.

Breakfast was an awkward and quiet affair, because neither of you spoke and followed your own thoughts. When you were finished, Gibbs decided how to proceed: “I'll continue the questioning in the officers' mess and you can check the records in the meantime.”

“Yes, boss.”

Instead of answering, he just looked at you scrutinizingly. The fact that you called him "boss" stabbed him in the heart. Strange. You had called him that many times before, but it never hurt to hear that title from you, until now. 

Since you didn't get a reaction from him, you declared breakfast over and cleared everything away. And after Gibbs had recovered, he even helped you.

After that, you went to the officers' mess and started working. Files were scattered all over the table and the crew members were passing each other in a row while you evaluated the reports.

It went on like that all day long. You hardly spoke to each other. From time to time, Gibbs looked at you in silence, lost in thoughts of your night together. And you? You tried to avoid him as best you could and keep a certain distance from him.

The whole situation was more than embarrassing for you and you couldn't even look him in the eye. But you were absolutely sure that your boss knew what you were thinking about the whole time, as your ears were constantly glowing bright red.

As it turned out, such emotional chaos is a very good remedy for claustrophobia, because you were thinking about many other things, but not about the narrowness of the submarine.

Something happened that night. Again and again there were small, seemingly accidental touches between you that felt familiar. You were suddenly much closer than before, missed feeling each other and couldn't wait for the night. Both of you hoping that you would cuddle up close to each other again.

But then it happened. The last suspect had to squeeze past you on the way back to his post and said unsuspectingly: "Excuse me, it's very tight in here." You looked at him and turned as white as a sheet.

Gibbs noticed that you were getting stiff and that your panic was returning. He quickly came to you, pulled you back into the room and closed the door.

He hissed quietly at you: “Pull yourself together. The crew mustn’t find out about this. If they notice that you have claustrophobia, they’ll tease and torment you all the time.”

You could only stare at him. Your mind and your body had shut down. There was nothing to be done with you like this. Sighing, he shook you gently but firmly until you came to.

“Hey, stop that.” you protested somewhat grumpily and tried to free yourself from his grip. Gibbs laughed briefly and greeted you: “Welcome back!”

At that moment the cook knocked and brought you dinner. Was it really that late again?

During dinner you discussed the case and realized with frustration that you had reached a dead end and had no clues as to who the perpetrator was. That annoyed both of you to no end. Mainly because you gradually ran out of options for further research.

But well, maybe you would come up with something overnight. The fact that you both couldn't think clearly and rationally due to your emotional chaos and the next night together was approaching again didn't make it any easier.

Gibbs was still talking to Ducky, which is why you went to your cabin alone.

When he finally followed you, he met Ibanez and Ortega, who were talking about you with explicit comments.

He couldn't and didn't want to accept that and snapped at them both:

"Keep your hands off her!"

Ibanez just grinned at him dirtyly: "Why? Jealous? You just want her for yourself, don't you?"

Ortega felt encouraged by his comrade and said: "Yeah, it's good that they only have one bunk that they have to share. They do it like rabbits all night long."

Gibbs' expression darkened more and more and he began to boil with anger. How dare they talk about you like that?

But they didn't stop teasing him and Ibanez continued: "Yes, he can't keep his hands off her and he's always touching her. A bit possessive, isn't he?"

Both crew members laughed and Gibbs lost his temper:

"She's a colleague. Nothing more and nothing less and I treat her with respect and I expect you to do the same!" he shouted at them.

"Why? Will you report us otherwise?" they laughed mockingly.

Gibbs laughed briefly, fixed them with his gaze and said quietly, threateningly "No. Then I'll make your life hell so that you'll wish you were never born."

They turned pale, swallowed hard, confirmed with "Aye, aye, sir" and hurried to their posts.

Gibbs stood still for a moment, took a deep breath and then made his way to your cabin, where you would surely be waiting for him.

This thought brought a happy smile to his face and full of joyful anticipation he covered the few meters that separated him from you.

(To be continued...in Chapter 7)

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[sxfthannie]

Fetishism

↦ pairing: yandere!jun x fem!reader

↦ warnings: nonconsensual touch, dirty thoughts, threatening, fetish

↦ note: jun the type of yandere who'd be obsessed with a specific part of your body rather than obsessing over you.

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Junhui despises baggy pants with a passion, as they simply do not do justice to your figure. However, when it comes to skinny jeans that hug your legs in all the right places, he can't help but admire how they accentuate your curves. It's a sight that never fails to leave him in awe.

But when you strut around in anything that exposes your thighs, Junhui is left in a state of dilemma. On one hand, he can't get enough of the alluring sight, but on the other, he can't stand the thought of anyone else in college getting a glimpse of what's rightfully his.

Alas, to his dismay, you have been shamelessly flaunting your thighs around campus for the past few weeks. Sure, it may be summer, but still, that’s no excuse.

So when he decides it's enough of you showing off your thighs, he decides to confront you about it.

"My sweet, sweet princess," he whispers, and your eyes shoot open at the unfamiliar voice in the safety of your own bedroom. You see his figure sitting at the edge of your bed and before you can even let out a scream, his hand clamps over your mouth, silencing any sound. "Shh, princess. I don’t want your family members coming in between us." You catch a glimpse of the glinting blade in his grasp, and the mere sight of it is enough to keep you mute.

"That’s a good girl," he murmurs, his hand retreating from your mouth once he's certain you won't scream. He turns on the table lamp, finally allowing you to get a glimpse of his face, or at least his eyes, as he's wearing a mask. "Who are you?" you dared to ask, your voice shaking with fear. "Me? I'm your boyfriend," he replies, his answer so absurd that you can't help but furrow your brow. "My boyfriend?" you repeat incredulously.

"Ugh, forget the introductions." He snaps, impatient, yanking the blanket off of you as he climbs on top of you. "I'm here for this." His eyes are fixated on your thighs, his hands tracing their curves as if they're a fragile work of art.

He can hardly believe he's finally touching them after all the time he spent just staring at them, and the thrill of it sends blood rushing down to his cock.

But it’s too early for that so he holds himself back.

"Don't you dare move," he warns, the glint of his knife now against your neck. You're frozen in terror, tears streaming down your cheeks as he continues to stroke your skin, pushing your nightgown up to reveal more of your flesh.

“This thing here belongs to me.” He emphasises, tightening his grip around your thigh, drawing out a wince from you. “So stop showing them off to the assholes on your campus.” He pulls off his mask and bends down until his breath is tickling the flesh of your thighs.

He’s a handsome man, you can’t deny that but his behaviour is disgusting.

The knife is long taken away from your neck but you’re too scared to move an inch. "Oh my, I think I left a mark," he murmurs, his lips tracing the tender bruise on your skin. He plants more gentle kisses on your inner thighs.

He could keep kissing the flesh of your skin for hours with no end, but he decides this is enough for tonight.

"Don't worry, my sweet princess, I'll be back soon." With a soft smile, he rises from the bed and tucks you under the covers, placing a kiss against your cheek. His lips lingers for a moment, dangerously close to your lips, before he slips out the window and disappears into the night.

The next day, Junhui can't hide his grin as he catches sight of you in your skinny jeans. He watches as you nervously scan the room, searching for him in fear.

It's adorable, really.

He knows he'll have to pay you another visit tonight, to praise you and to feel your thighs against his lips once more.

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 1: The girl and the werewolves

||The Prophecy Series||

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10 Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, violence, blood, injuries

Episode mapping: The end of episode 4 of season 10 "Paper Moon"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

It's official… I hate the States.  I have been driving for over half an hour and there is nothing around.  NOTHING!  Here you can just disappear and no one will ever know. Long distances, distant people, crappy coffee…  I really miss the coffee…  Well, at least, the food was decent most of the time… I'm impatient to go back home, so I'm overdramatic. Moreover, I haven't really spoken to anyone for more than two weeks… that alone drove me crazy and irritated. Thank God this mission is over now! Take a deep breath and make a plan. That always calms my nerves. First, I have about three or four more hours of driving until I get to the private airstrip where the plane is waiting for me… that's insane… how is everything so far apart here… Deep breaths… Then, about a ten hour flight to Prague.  I'll probably sleep the entire time…  Or I can write my report…  First I’ll write my report, then I’ll sleep. After landing, I'll have my debriefing… and real coffee. Then… go to my apartment… pack a bag… and go to the airport… I have been waiting for this vacation for so long. To see my family…

I'm entering a small town and I see the local diner on my side of the road. Going through my plan in my head has improved my mood significantly. I always function better when I have a detailed plan. But I still need coffee. So with a dream of a latte or cappuccino in my mind, I park the Jeep and walk into the diner to get whatever excuse of a coffee they have. Five minutes later, with a to-go cup in my hand, I'm climbing back in the monstrous car. I really love this car. It's always funny to see the looks I'm receiving. I'm not the shortest woman in the world, but I'm no more than 1.70m (it's about 5 '7) and this Jeep is enormous. But I like driving it. And, I like all the modifications I've done on it over the years. While driving out of the town and the buildings are more and more apart from each other, a cabin catches my attention. Well, not the cabin itself, but the two figures going inside. Just before they went inside, their faces shifted. What day is it? It's not a full moon, right? I count the days in my head. It is a full moon. Great! Werewolves. I hesitate only for a second, before I stop my car down the road so they will not see me coming. Driving a car like this has some disadvantages after all. I push several buttons on the car's dashboard screen, to check my armory and a weapon is produced for me to use. When the central console on my right opens, I reach out to take the gun. I scowl at the Beretta 92 that is inside.

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"Of course!" I mutter under my breath. "I can't even use my own guns here!" I remind myself that I'm not supposed to raise any suspicions or to give any clues about who I am and who I'm working for. It's hard when you are a person of details and when you like things in a certain way. Unfortunately, my custom guns are locked in the car safe, until I'm boarding the plane to Europe. I take the standard US law enforcement gun and two spare magazines with silver bullets and I'm on my way to the cabin. "Fuck… I haven't even finished that coffee!" Engaging in those kinds of situations is not really in the scope of my operation here. Actually, it is way out of it. But I can't just walk away, keep driving and pretend I haven't seen anything. Not when there are innocent people in danger here… probably… 'Probably' is the key word… So I decide, I'll just look at what is going on in there and if, indeed, there are lives being threatened, only then I'll get involved.

Of course there are lives in stake. When I look inside the dimly lit building, I see the silhouettes of two men being tied to the pillars. Three werewolves are inside with them, the two men I saw earlier, and a younger blond woman… girl actually... It looks like she is in charge or has some authority over the others. I take in the layout of the place and make a map in my mind, all the people, the exits, the pillars, the piles of junk, the old furniture... Every little crack, every window and every beam…  And I make a plan…  And a backup plan…  And a backup plan.  I have it all laid out in my head, a perfect tactical assault mission.  In reality, this takes only a couple of seconds. My mind works in a strange way, but that's one of the things that makes me good at my job and has helped me climb the ranks quickly. I go in from the back door and immediately shoot down the two men. The girl with the long blond hair is standing in front of one of the hostages tied to the columns and puts her claws to his chest when she sees me.

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"Put down the gun, or I will gut him!" - she says to me. Another blond girl barges in and stops abruptly when she realizes the situation. "Tash, what are you doing?" she exclaims, looking at the girl threatening one of the victims. "Kate! Come here and help me!" - the girl says. Now, when I have a better look at her she looks really young, maybe just finished high school. I take advantage of everyone being distracted, and shoot. The girl hits the ground. I turn around, aiming my weapon at the second girl. "No, no, no!" - the two men yell in unison. I lower my gun and the girl runs to the body of her dead sister. At least they look like sisters.

I holster my gun and take the knife from my boot turning around to cut off the ropes of the two men. No, no, no, no…  I definitely fucked up…  What the hell…  I NEVER fuck up!  I was not supposed to make any contact with them. I was here to observe and report. Fuck, fuck, fuck… Shit! Ok… I'll just cut them down and then I'm on my way to the airstrip. I start cutting the rope tying up Dean's hands above his head. I have to stand on my tiptoes and I barely can reach the rope. "Hey, shortstack, do you need a stepping stool or something?" Sam teases and I snort at his comment. "Short or not, I'm not the one tied up by a highschool girl…" Fuck! Those boys are really tall up close!

I'm almost done when Sam yells "Watch out!!!" I press the knife into Dean's hand, so he can finish cutting the rope himself and pull out my gun while turning around.  Sharp pain stings my abdomen before I'm able to pull the trigger.  The gunshot rings in the air of the cabin followed by a heavy thump. I clench my stomach. That's bad.  That's really, really bad.  How did this all happen?  Where did he come from?  How did I miss him?  Maybe he came after the second woman… girl… My mind is racing, trying to analyze every little detail and every possibility. But it doesn't matter right now.  This must be the unluckiest day of my life! First, I stumbled on my targets, and now this!  I know this will not kill me.  This is not the way I'm supposed to go and now is definitely not the time. But it hurts like hell, nonetheless and for a moment, panic sneaks in my mind.  I haven't been in such deep shit in a long long time. I have been in far more dangerous situations, but I hadn't screwed up like this in years. Deep breaths… make a plan… "Hey! Are you ok?" Dean asks me when he is done untying his brother. "Yeah!" I say through my clenched teeth and without even turning to them I start walking to the front door. I'll just have to go to my car, stitch this up, and then…  My head starts spinning.  Shit, I'm losing too much blood. I'm not going to make it to the car…

The woman had barged in, shot all of the rogue werewolves in a matter of seconds and without saying a word was now walking to the front door. "Wait a minute! Where do you think you're going?"  I yell and run after her.  Just when I'm reaching to grab her arm to stop her, she collapses and I manage to catch her at the last moment. "What the hell!"  I mumble but then I see the gash in her stomach. It's deep and she is losing blood too fast. "Sam! Find the first aid kit and get the car! NOW!"

Chapter 2: Protocol EG-64 initiated >>

||The Prophecy Series||

[protagonists-catastrophe]

"Before you yell at me, I'm on my break-" "I was just passing by but couldn't help but hear a certain newbie dressed in white talks a looot about me while I'm not near."

[-COWORKER-] laughed, walking near to the man sitting in his office. Knowing him... He made up the excuse of being 'on break' to stop working for some minutes.

"Do you do something besides complaining about me all the time? Keep it up and people are gonna think you have the hots for me."

"I don't blame you, who wouldn't?"

Did he really just come here to bother you? Yes, yes he did. Being in solitude for so long can be boring, unfortunately you were the only one he finds amusing enough to talk to.

You should probably send him off to do another task and go back to working. Or anything to get him out your sight.

> "YOU!!! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!?"

Immediately the smaller man had grabbed the taller man by his jacket, the flames in his eyes rapidly flickering. He was mad, ooohhh he was absolutely maddened at the other before him. The nerve to come here, the NERVE to boldly tease him!! He could kill him right here and now!! He absolutely should!

But he can't. He won't because he needs his little lap dog to stay in his lane. He needs [-COWORKER-] to function. He needs him. In the deepest depths of his wretched heart, the [-PROTAGONIST-] wants [-COWORKER-] .

> "You have a lot of gall to be showing up here! Fucking up timelines, leaving rifts open!! How reckless are you!? AND WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE STILL ON BREAK!?!"

For a man who's been... somewhat collected, he's fucking livid. He lets out a loud snarl, the illusion of [-COWORKER-] immediately vanishing right afterwards. Hands twitched as they remained up in the place where his partner stood.

> "I'll kill him. I'll make that bastard RUE THE DAY he messes with me!! YOU BETTER GET BACK TO YOUR JOB!! THAT'S AN ORDER!!!"

Nothing responds back in the Fog Zone. [-PROTAGONIST-] had been left alone once again... A part of him finds solace in the other's disappearance, but hidden and buried feelings demand otherwise.

He hates this so... so much.

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 59

There they all sat at the presidential grade dinner table that night overlooking the beach from their porch. The pogues, Wheezy, Jessie, Rafe, and Charley all scattered around the table eating their dinner contently, albeit, with some obvious tension. Despite the crashing waves and the beautiful sunset, nobody could seem to focus on anything except for the fact that Rafe was completely silent and zoned in on the food in front of him, making sure to stab the steak with a little too much force to ignore.

Jessie was immediately transported back to that first night she met the Cameron's, she couldn't forget the way Ward ate either, always with a chip on his shoulder and something business related bugging him.

However, Rafe didn't speak not out of anger, but out of fear that his wife would be able to tell that he was slightly high. He was embarrassed of the fact just like he was years ago when he first started. Only this time, he wasn't hiding it from Ward. Somehow, the fear felt stronger this time.

Pope, on the other hand, was undoubtedly not speaking due to anger. Everyone around the table could tell, except for sweet Charley, who sing songed her way through dinner and insisted her mother cut up her steak into smaller pieces. Rafe was still angry though, and what should've been music to his ears was like nails on a chalkboard. He wished his daughter would catch the hint, but of course, like her mother, she never was afraid to be heard.

Jessie could see Rafe's fingers grip the fork tighter and his chest rise higher as she could tell he was getting annoyed. She came home and expected to be met with many questions at dinner by her husband about their day, instead, she got a stone cold look of focus. She didn't dare ask what about, but she would later once they were alone. For now, she just had to keep the peace.

"Charley." Jessie piped up, and the sound visibly scared everyone as she heard the subtle clanking of people's forks against their plates and jerking their head upwards to meet her. She cleared her throat and set her fork down, but before she could say a word she heard the all too familiar ring of her husband's work phone to her left. She jolted her head towards Rafe to find him about to take a bite but instead heaving a loud sigh as he let his fork hit the plate and forcefully scooted himself away from the table. Without a word or even a glance in Jessie's direction, he walked towards his office with the phone to his ear.

Jessie watched as his arms bulged out of his white button up, which had now been untucked from his khakis since his meeting earlier. She watched his back muscles flex as he brought the phone to his ear and walked away. She could tell he was tense. Then again, everyone could.

"You're excused!" JJ sassed right after Rafe was out of ear shot, clearly unhappy with his attitude. Jessie was grateful he didn't try to push that boundary while Rafe could still hear him, because she was certain it would've ended with her brother laid out across the table in front of them.

Jessie finally peeled her eyes away from where her husband had just disappeared to and went back to eating. She couldn't get one bite chewed before she looked up and was met with an overwhelming amount of eyes. She didn't have to ask why they were all looking at her with looks of confusion and guilt. She merely huffed and deflated her posture.

"You guys are excused." Jessie retorted in defeat as she lazily put her arms up on the table, clearly not caring about appearances anymore.

"Oh may we?" JJ replied with too much snark for his sister's liking. Thankfully, Kiara made sure to slap him hard for the comment, to which he winced in pain.

"Jessie..." Sarah spoke up from farther down the table. "We're not gonna leave you here-"

"Sarah, don't try to be the hero. We all know none of us want to be here when he blows up, but if it's gonna be around anyone it needs to be me."

At that no one has an answer, until finally John B spoke up.

"What the hell happened Pope?"

Pope still seemed oddly unphased, as he was the only one still eating mindlessly. He simply shrugged as he looked up and around at everyone through chewing his food.

"Ask Rafe." He simply said, to which everyone rolled their eyes as they leaned back in their seats in defeat. The two were being impossible.

"Just go." Jessie said through annoyance with a quick wave of her hand and scrunched face. In unison, the pogues and Wheezy jumped up from their seats, unintentionally making as much noise as they could as they stuffed their plates full of more food and took it with them back inside. Charley tried to follow along, but her mother stopped her.

"Charley, you're staying with me."

All the teens looked back at Jessie with shock.

"Seriously?" JJ inquired. "You're gonna let your daughter just watch him lose his shit?"

Jessie just sighed, clearly feeling even more defeated by the judgement coming from her brother. She looked at him with pleading eyes silently begging him to withhold the attitude.

"She's not your responsibility, she's mine. And you guys won't be around forever to whisk her away from conversations like this. Rafe's going to have to learn how to be frustrated around his child."

What Jessie said made sense, yet the Pogues couldn't in good conscience leave the toddler there knowing what could happen. They all looked around at each other and exchanged knowing looks.

"Yeah well..." JJ said as he cleared his throat and walked back towards his niece with an extended hand. "We're here now and I'm not leaving my niece with that..."

Before he could finish the sentence, Jessie gave her brother a look that reminded JJ that he was talking about Charley's father, not just his previous nemesis. He picked up on the silent chastisement and fixed his tone and his face as he looked down at Charley.

"That very nice man! Come on Char Char!"

Jessie watched as JJ held Charley's little hand in his and a full plate of food in the other. The sight made her sad at the thought of separating the two by leaving for Manhattan. Although, she thought maybe the sadness was also due to the fact that she'd be leaving to follow a man that isn't emotionally intelligent enough to convey his feelings, or at least hide them correctly around his kid. She had to put the thought away and glanced over at the rolling waves on the beach. She took notice of the clouds that were now in the sky after the sun had set and loved how the world around her seemed to fade into a comfortable powder blue. Right between sunset and night time was always Jessie favorite sight, and she never felt the feeling lasted long enough, so she was grateful it came around once a day. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and allowed her senses to feel the crisp ocean breeze on her face and the cool night air on her arms. She took notice of the feeling of her white sundress floating in the wind behind her chair. Before she could get caught further in her trance, she heard a pair of strong footsteps waltz towards her. She looked back to see Rafe planted halfway between the table and the door with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Where's everybody?"

"They left."

"Did they even eat?" Rafe asked with annoyance written clear on his face as he sunk back down in his chair and sassily fluffed the cloth napkin by his side before fanning it out on his knee.

"They took their food with them." Jessie simply stated, trying to balance the perfect amount of eye contact with her husband and her food. She tried to continue eating like nothing happened.

"What the hell is their problem?" Rafe asked as he stabbed his fork back into the food in front of him with an arm laid lazily over the table.

"They're afraid of you." Jessie replied numbly as if it was common sense, not daring to look up at Rafe. Despite not looking, she heard the fork clammer against the porcelain and could feel the hard gaze Rafe had on her.

"And why's that?" He responded immediately with bite behind his tone. He sounded as if he was accusing Jessie for whatever reason.

"You tell me, Rafe. Your attitude is less than stellar so I'm assuming things didn't quite go your way today." Jessie bit back, but not with near as much venom, just enough to get the point across without sending Rafe into a complete tailspin.

"No! They didn't! And you wanna know why?"

"Yes! We'd all love to know why!"

"Because your little friend didn't exactly heed my advice today, and he's gonna dig himself a real deep hole if he doesn't listen!" Rafe yelled, now with narrowed eyes and pointed finger.

"My little friend? God, Rafe! You sound like they're all still your enemies! Stop acting like they're not family to us now!"

"Family?! Family?!" Rafe screamed in bewilderment as he pushed his chair away from the table. Causing the champagne glasses to spill and an aching noise to come from the chair as it scooted across the concrete. Rafe stood up with fury and balled his fist as he walked towards the edge of the balcony, now looking into the dim sky. "Did you even see Pope at dinner tonight?! He wasn't the only one with a chip on his shoulder! He doesn't exactly view me as family either, and he certainly didn't treat me like that today! God, Jessie, don't you get it! At least I'm trying to help the kid out! He's not listening to me!" Rafe said through rage as he paced back and forth, pulling on his clothes occasionally and running his hands over his short hair. His eyes were now wide with anger as he pleaded for Jessie to understand.

"I don't know what went down today!" Jessie started as she got up from the table, matching the same energy as her husband. "But it doesn't matter! You don't get to lose it just because someone didn't listen to you or because things didn't go your way! You're throwing a hissy fit over something stupid and now everyone is walking on eggshells trying not to set you off! Well I'm not gonna raise my family like that, Rafe! You're gonna learn to control your emotions or you can-"

"Or I can what?!" Rafe challenged, this time getting close to his wife with balled fists. Jessie knew Rafe wasn't about to swing though. She got closer. Right as she opened her mouth to speak she heard the unmistakable ring of Rafe's phone. She looked down at his pocket and so did he. She looked back up to see her husband roll his eyes and huff and puff in annoyance. He growled and put his hands to his head.

"Oh my god, I swear, if this damn phone rings one more time!" Rafe screamed as he dug the phone out of his pocket and raised it to his ear.

"What!" He yelled, not even caring to look at who was calling. He was fuming still. Jessie could see it, and suddenly it all made sense. Her gaze softened as she slowly reached up to Rafe's phone clad hand. Rafe felt the delicate hand weasel around his to take the phone. He looked over to find his wife silently pleading with him to let her do this. He couldn't help but oblige. Without breaking eye contact, Jessie took the phone and ended the call, the both of them still breathing heavily as they looked at each other with soft eyes.

"You're tired." Jessie simply stated with sympathy.

Rafe had no words, anything he could've thought to say got stuck in his throat. Jessie took one step closer to wrap her arms around her husband lovingly. She took one hand and cupped his face and rubbed her thumb against his cheek. She could feel him melting in her touch.

"I know you're tired, baby. You won't be forever. I know you think that everything needs to be done immediately but I'm telling you it doesn't."

"But Jessie, you don't understand-"

Jessie shushed him and took his face in both her hands.

"It's gonna be alright. This isn't you, and I see that. I know this is all coming from being overwhelmed... but Rafe... we've gotta work on this. We've gotta teach Charley to handle emotions better than our parents taught us, okay?"

That last sentence cut Rafe deep. If only Jessie knew how he was really handling his emotions... suddenly he grew scared to look in her eyes for fear that she would see the Coke induced haze deep within them. He looked down and sighed. He knew she was right, and he couldn't help but admire that Jessie still remained so stolid in the midst of the chaos. Charley needed that. He needed that.

[midnightmah07]

Hehe hope ya like it @4necdote (js tell me if u dont wanna be tagged anymore)

Careful steps maneuvered through the Rose Maze, cautious to not sully the purity of the white dress. Emory did like the look of the pearl top, adding a much needed touch up to her plain frill dress and she was planning on letting any mud dirty it especially since she was meeting up with a certain redhead who was particular about cleanliness.

Usually Cater or Trey would guide her through the labyrinth but not today so it did take her some time to finally spot the wooden tables and chairs with pastries of all sorts set out. There, sitting opposite to the only other empty chair was none other than Riddle.

He had asked to meet up with her, privately, and quickly stood up to greet Emory even going as far to pull her chair back for her. The tea was already poured into cups and Emory hooked her finger on the handle taking a sip, the warm liquid flooding her mouth. Putting the cup down, she rested her elbows on the table, turning to Riddle.

“It’s exhausting beating around the bush and not that pleasantries are out of the way, out with it and remember to speak with your mouth open. I know you didn't call me here just to sit by idly and enjoy some tea. ”

“... ”

“What? Cat got your tongue, my dear Queen? ”

“No it's just that- by the sound of your voice, I know you're already aware of what I'm going to say so is this necessary-?”

“Of course it is. I want the satisfaction of you saying it.”

Riddle sighed and put down the cup he had previously been holding, taking a quick deep breath.

“I love you, Emory. You are free to reject me but I had to get it off my chest. The denial the realization brought was far too misplaced and I just couldn't keep lying to myself. Besides, even the Queen of Hearts had her King. ”

“There. That wasn't so hard now, was it? ”

“Are you taking this lightly-”

Riddle couldn't even finish his sentence before Emory had abruptly stood up, bringing his face closer to her and locking her lips with his own. It was far too quick for Riddle to process it and before he knew it, she had pulled back, giving him a sly grin.

“Not at all. I'll gladly be your king if that is what you want but you must excuse me for cutting this date short. I just remembered I have an errand to run before it gets dark out but I promise I'll make it up to you. Bye bye!”

Riddle just watched as Emory’s figure disappeared into the distance, feeling his cheeks grow hot by the second, by anger or embarrassment or both, he couldn't tell.

HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

THIS IS SOOOO CUTE I LOVE IT!!!

[eddie-munsons-guitar86]

Love In Beauty Chapter One: Piercing Eyes

Steve was working hard, fingers stained with blue highlighter as he highlighted important information in his Esthetics textbook. Steve was on his third month of Esthetician school with only five more months to go. He felt weird being the only male Esthetician in a class of women but he managed to make a small group of friends he calls his 'Estie-Besties' the other girls saw him as weird and even some spread rumors on him being a creep. He wasn't, Steve had a dream and he wanted to follow it, even if his father thought it was 'stupid' and 'a waste of money'. Steve didn't care, he knows what he wants to be and his passion only made him shine brighter in his class.

"I feel like they don't schedule me client's on purpose." Steve sighs, rolling ice globes over Robin's cheeks.

"Mmmmm less talking more globing." Robin sighs softly.

"Come on, you have to agree with me Robs." Steve rolls his eyes playfully, putting the globes on his cart and sanitizing his hands before he grabbed his pallet, scooping up some of the gel masque with his applicator and applying it to Robins pale, freckled skin.

"Jesus...you could warn me next time!" Robin shivers and scrunches her eyes at the cold masque. "But I wouldn't worry about it Steve, you know how these old ladies are, they pick favorites and refuse anyone else to touch their face."

"This is only gonna hurt my chances of graduating, I need clients." Steve finishes her mask and sets a timer. "Alright I'll be back soon, gotta wash these." Steve gets up with his dirty utensils and goes into the back, where they wash and dry laundry and do their dishes, well, some do them. Steve ignores the girls gossiping and vaping near the filing cabinet and goes straight to the sink, getting into his routine of wash, rinse, Barbicide for ten minutes, rinse, dry, and put away. He always followed his routine because he knows if he doesn't it'll give him a certain feeling on his skin, the feeling of something missing or something being wrong, and it wont go away unless he fixes it. Steve goes back to the spa floor and finishes up Robins facial with some SPF before taking her to the front desk so she can buy a few products, giving Steve some product points.

"Always an amazing job Stevie." Robin smiles and ties her hair up. "Now if you'll excuse me, I actually do have clients to get ready for."

Steve chuckles and writes down what he did in her folder, listing the products he used on her skin and what add-ons he provided. He felt something heavy on his skin, something missing. He looks up to see another student from the Cosmetology side staring into his soul with those piercing blue eyes. Steve looked behind him to see if he was looking at someone behind him but there was no one, he was looking right at Steve. Steve blushes slightly and gives him a small wave before awkwardly shuffling back to his classroom to turn in the folder. The other student was stunning to Steve, ling blonde wavy hair tied up in a bun, facial hair clean and well groomed, skin tan and clean. Steve loved a man who took care of himself, loved men who took the time to make sure their hygiene is on point. Steve needed to be his, or else he feels that feeling again.

The feeling of something missing.

Authors Note:

Hello everyone!! I'm back!! I am so so so so so so sorry for disappearing like that, but here I am now. Please reblog this story for support and comment any questions you have that I can answer!! I love you all so much and I hope you enjoy this series!!!! <3 I will be basing some scenes off my own experiences from Esthetician school (Fully licensed!!) And if you have your own skincare questions do not be afraid to ask me!!

[hsr-texts]

yasss can I get vampire Welt for the Halloween event?

;; ꒰ NOTE/s ꒱🎃 oooo new headcanon that the astral express in this au is a vampire coven. continuation of this part. lmao yes this might just be a whole series atp

;; ꒰ WARNING/s ꒱🎃 n/a, i think.

You waited for a bus at the bus station. It shouldn't be too long until the next one arrived so you should be able to get to your friend's house quick. They were nice enough to let you come over and stay the night without explanation. You didn't even know how you were going to explain this to them. Surely they're going to think you were insane for talking about these strange creatures. No, you could only tell a half truth. There was only a certain extent that they'd believe in your words.

It wouldn't be too farfetched to just tell them someone broke into your house while you were away, right?

When the bus arrived, you spared no time to get on.

Oddly enough, there was only one person on board, an older man. The lights hanging above his head illuminated the bus. His brunet hair had a small streak of white, depicting his old age.

You sat down at the other side of the seats. Unfortunately this bus was smaller than usual and could not opt for a much farther seat from him. Hopefully he wasn't hostile.

A tired sigh escaped your lips, feeling awfully sleepy. It's been such a long night. You just wanted to pass out on a nice comfy bed after all these experiences with strange people.

"Excuse me," a mature voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You turned to him, feeling anxiety creep up your spine. Oh no, was he also some kind of supernatural being?

"I wanted to thank you for tending to my companion's wounds. And to apologise for the fright this has caused you," he spoke with sincerity in his words.

Your eyebrows furrowed at this. "How did you know that...?"

"After my companion returned, he told me that you might be in danger so I had to go find you." He looked quite troubled by this.

"Who was that guy and why was he looking for your friend?" You asked him, hesitant. Should you be prying into this? Would you be in more danger the more you involved yourself?

Ugh, though technically just by going out of your way to do first aid on that guy, you already did involve yourself in whatever this was. Was there still a point to trying to escape it? Could you even trust this man to be kind to you?

"I'm sure you need rest right now more than you need answers," he told you. "I'll accompany you to make sure you aren't attacked on the way and hopefully the next time we meet, I'll be able to give you those answers you seek."

The bus had stopped and you realised this was where you got off so you left your seat to make your way to your friend's house. The older man came with you. He hasn't given you any reason to suspect him as dangerous so you just let him tag along. At least you felt safer with someone to escort you to your friend's.

"I believe this is as far as I go. You should be safe from this point on as long as you stay with your friend," the man told you, "I think it'd do you well to hold onto that pendant. It'll keep you safe."

You nodded, then realised something. "I didn't catch your name there."

He paused for a moment, then replied, "My apologies, that was a fault on my part. My name is Welt. I hope you stay safe, even if we may never meet again."

"You too, Mr. Welt," you told him and turned around to go to your friend's house.

When you peeked behind you, the man had disappeared into thin air.

[stagbells]

Written work

From: @arcane-map

To: @green-torsos

Note: Happy Holidays! You have such cool designs for your ocs! Hope you enjoy this tragic romance I wrote for the Soul Master and Kelon :) 

(Work: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dU2VS4ftjfYWBfbZjazuUs1zUoiOZ-h5xqVf5dGjHKw/edit?usp=sharing)

Written work under readmore

The Soul Master stepped out onto the balcony, taking a break from the insipid celebrations supposedly thrown in his honor. The Sanctum buzzed with visiting nobles and officials, all clamoring for his attention and favor like mindless moths to any bright light that shone their way.

He would endure them for now. Without government funding, their donations were the only thing that allowed him to continue his studies in Soul. But the fools had no vision, no capacity to appreciate his genius. None here were worthy of his time.

No one truly important had come. The Watcher had declined his invitation with a feeble excuse, and the Pale King, who had once been a patron of the Soul Sanctum, had not even deigned to acknowledge him.

No matter - soon, all would know his power.

"Soul Master," a familiar voice drawled. "Is that what they call you now?"

The Soul Master whirled around to confront the bug who had the audacity to address him so casually. 

But there, perched on the balcony railing, was Kelon. The short green dragonfly stood out dramatically from the assembled nobles dressed in pretentious reds and purples of the City.

The Soul Master straightened his own dark, sweeping cloak with an indignant huff. "It is my earned title. You would do well to use it."

"Oh, my apologies, Master. What are you doing out here, so far away from your adoring fans?"

The Soul Master scowled. "Getting some air. Their constant fawning is stifling."

"And here I thought you'd enjoy all the attention," Kelon said, eyes glinting. "The nobles hanging on your every word, the officials clamoring for your wisdom..."

"They want to save their own shell, nothing more," the Soul Master sneered. "Not one has a fraction of my intellect."

"Well, few bugs are as smart as you." Kelon laughed.

That alone was worth more than any praise from the sycophants in the Sanctum.

"Come join me for a drink in the City, just us two. They're too drunk to even notice your absence."

The Soul Master did not have time for frivolous diversions. He needed to make sure the nobles were on his side.

But this was Kelon so the Soul Master smiled, "Just one drink."

***

The ceiling of the City was leaking again. The inhabitants of the City had started calling it "the City of Tears." The Soul Master grumbled about the bleak weather and then went on to complain about life in general.

He complained about the plague creeping slowly nearer while the king did nothing. The Queen had retreated into her gardens. Their prayers had gone unanswered.The Soul Master was certain the king no longer cared for the City's struggling citizens.

"The only cure lies in my research," The Soul Master ranted. "I delve into mysteries of Soul never before explored while the narrowminded Watcher hinders me at every turn!"

"The Watcher... what's he got to do with anything?" Kelon asked.

"He's threatening to have my experiments shut down!"

Kelon looked at him evenly. "So? You don't answer to him."

The Soul Master took courage from Kelon's steadfast confidence in him. He had to continue, to keep trying.

"You're right, my friend. I'll remove anyone who stands in my way of saving Hallownest," the Soul Master said, ignoring the strange expression that passed over Kelon's face. "Nevermind. I need your help."

"Me?" Kelon brightened. "I can help?"

"There are rumors of a snail shaman hiding somewhere in the Crossroads…"

***

Watching the snail shaman disappear into the deeper parts of the Soul Sanctum, Kelon asked in a casual tone. "This is all to try and save Hallownest, right?"

"Innovation does not happen without a few risks," the Soul Master intoned.

"Look, I don't care about the snail shaman. He seems hardy enough." Kelon's brow furrowed as his gaze lingered on the Soul Master's slightly bloated form. "But what toll might this take on you?"

"Are you implying I'm unwell?"

"No–"

"Then cease your prattling!” The Soul Master snapped. “You know not of what you speak. Do not question me!"

"I'm not one of your Soul Warriors," Kelon said quietly.

The Soul Master regretted his outburst instantly at the look on Kelon's face. He explained. "This power could seem frightening, but it is Hallownest's only salvation. Have faith, and one day you will understand."

Kelon nodded slowly but his gaze lingered on the darkened hallway. "I do have faith in you."

***

The Soul Master was focusing intently on an experiment when shouting erupted outside the Sanctum doors. He growled in annoyance - likely some noble coming to beg him to save their pathetic life. Let the Soul Warriors deal with it.

"You cannot disturb the Master now! He is deep in important work!"

"We're friends!"

The Soul Master paused and recognized Kelon's voice rising above the rest, arguing loudly with the Soul Warriors barring his entry. He hesitated.

But no, his work was too important. He did not have time for his old friend when the secret to immortality was so close at hand. His specimens would expire in a few moments. 

They would have all the time in the world when they were both immortal.

The commotion was distracting, so he stilled until he heard the noise fade. The Soul Master then relaxed, returning to his work.

With the sound of glass shattering, the tiny green dragonfly crashed through the window, stumbling onto the carpet.

The snail shaman strapped to his device moaned and then fell limp.

Kelon stared silently at the scene before him.

"What?" The Soul Master snapped. He wished his friend would hurry up and say whatever he wanted to say. The snail was dead now, and its Soul had dissipated. 

What a waste.

***

"Please, we must go! The City has been locked down due to the spreading Infection," Kelon begged. "It is no longer safe here. Come with me!"

"I will not," the Soul Master declared. "I am too close to unlocking the secrets of Soul. I will not abandon my goal now."

Kelon gestured wildly around them. "What goal? Half of the City is infected! There is nothing for you here but madness and death!"

"You do not see my vision. I will explain. Once I achieve immortality, such trifles will not concern me." The Soul Master said coldly.

Kelon stared, just as he did before with the snail shaman. But he'd understand. He always did.

To the Soul Master's surprise, Kelon's eyes hardened. "You're right. I don't. I'm leaving." He turned to go.

"Where exactly do you think you're going?" the Soul Master hissed, conjuring ropes of Soul to stop Kelon in his tracks. "You are my friend. You must stay with me."

"I've had enough! I refuse to stay here while you conduct more of your crazy experiments!" Kelon struggled furiously.

The Soul Master tightened the bonds, causing Kelon to cry out in pain. "You do not understand. I will make you understand. You will stay, and you will witness the full glory of my achievements."

Ignoring Kelon's continued protests, the Soul Master dragged him back towards his latest invention. Soon, very soon, the secrets of Soul would be unlocked. And Kelon would be by his side. Forever.

***

Amidst the unrelenting rain, a little knight wandered alone through the halls stained with horrors past. The drone of sentries and Soul Twisters and sentries on patrol were the only sounds piercing the heavy atmosphere. They had tried many times to enter the Soul Sanctum but always retreated back to this bench. It was too difficult.

Then, a softly glowing ghost appeared before them, barely taller than the little knight.

"Hey, kid," Kelon said lightly. "Come to take on the Soul Master, have you?"

The little knight nodded, gripping their map tight. They needed to free their sibling. But there were so many Soul Twisters, and they couldn't get past the Soul Warrior.

"Yeah, the Soul Warriors are the worst." Kelon chuckled. "But I know a shortcut. You see that wall?"

The little knight broke down the wall to reveal a hidden way to an elevator. Gripping their nail tightly, the knight steeled themself and continued onwards. Kelon's ghost watched them leave.

"Nearly there, kid," he murmured. "End this so we may both rest."

[crackedpumpkin]

|| ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ || ᴘᴛ. ᴛᴡᴏ ||

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This is fine. 

Everything's fine.

He was definitely not getting chased by the guards after pulling a prank on a few of them.

Leo weaves his way through the crowd, hands on the hilt of his swords. His thumb brushes against the leather straps around the handle, watching warily for the guards that are after him.

Okay, so maybe everything isn't as fine as he'd prefer.

He rolls his eyes when one scans the crowd, ducking behind a stall to hide. Couldn't they take a simple prank? They were definitely too uptight. After all, it wasn't as if the long-lost princess was about to disappear again. 

Even if she did, he and his brothers wouldn't want to be a part of it unless there was a massive reward, of course. Just because they were yokai didn't mean they didn't want money. 

Luckily, his brothers were in the neighbouring kingdom, having headed there to purchase some of Donnie's stuff. Fortunately, they had left him behind alone this year, tasking him with bringing back the snacks he always had every year.

He grinned at the thought, looking forward to your reactions this time when he'd get away scot-free yet again. 

Speak of the devil.

He peeks out from a hidden alleyway, spotting a familiar face in the crowd. Cerulean blue catches his eye, and his brows raise with intrigue under his hood, watching you make your way through the crowd in your dress. He notices how your brows furrow, bumping into a few people with apologetic smiles. 

He chuckles, considering portalling over to scare you. After all, he rather enjoyed getting a rise out of you. He watches as you chat with the tailor's daughter, leaning against the brick wall, out of sight.

His breath hitches as he spots a guard alarmingly close to his hiding spot, grabbing the side of his hood and covering his face as best he can. The cloak brushes against his legs, the soft fabric ticklish. 

He moves quickly, barely escaping the notice of the guards. He breathes a sigh of relief, hands on the hilt of his katanas. He could leave now, he supposed.

But where was the fun in that?

He briefly considers his options. One: to make a portal and escape. Two: to stick around and explore the wares in this year's market. 

Or, his mind briefly considered, make himself known to you. After all, five years of stealing from the exact same person each time is bound to forge a certain relationship stronger than most. 

He decides to go with his gut, smirking when an idea forms in his mind. He saunters towards you, avoiding getting his cloak stepped on. He makes his way to you, grinning under his hood as he orchestrates the perfect way to make himself known. 

He shoves past a stranger, bumping hard into your shoulder. You looked up at him with such disapproval, your lower lip jutting out slightly as you studied him, waiting for an apology. 

So, he did what any confident, handsome turtle yokai would do. "Well? Aren't you going to apologize to me?" He asks, the lilting playfulness in his tone irritating you. His grin grows when you process his words, a frown on your pink lips.

"Excuse me, you bumped into me." 

Well, that was true. Leo ponders for a quick moment, eyes landing on the lone cookie in your basket. Perfect! He was just getting rather peckish. 

"Well, you weren't really looking where you were going. Oh well, I'll take this as an apology." He swiftly reaches out to grab the cookie, holding it up and scanning it as if it were a curious gadget that his beloved brother had invented.

He longs to take a bite, his mouth watering at the sight of such a delicious treat in his grasp. But he pauses at your protest, sliding it into his pocket. 

"What about all the other cookies you were handing out? Aren't they yours too?" He points out nonchalantly, getting even more amused as your cheeks turn red (from frustration, he presumes). 

He smirks when you can't retort, loving how your brows furrow. If only you knew the very thief that haunted you for the past four years (soon to be five) was standing right before you!

But alas, he wouldn't reveal himself. Not unless you finally catch him, something you had unsuccessfully attempted to do for the last four years.

"So, you're a baker?" He pretends to not see how you look at him quizzically, glancing back down at your basket and back up at him as if he were blind.

"Yeah, I am. So you'd better enjoy that cookie because there sure won't be any left tomorrow." 

"Is that so? Well, I'll be sure to stop by then." He pulls out the cookie he had tucked away earlier, a devilish smile on his lips as he takes a bite. He fights back a blissful hum, chewing slowly and thoughtfully. 

He sees your inquisitive eyes, how you try to hide your curiosity about how he liked the cookie. He chews some more, the crumbs and chocolate chips practically melting on his tongue. 

It's delicious, as always. It looks like he'd steal a bigger batch this year, purely so that he can hide away a secret stash from his brothers.

"Kinda salty." Leo hums, watching you grow baffled at his response. He's sure you've never heard such feedback before, your cookies practically inviting cavities regularly. But the look on your face is too amusing, and it only spurs on his mischief.

"Well," Leo shifts to rest his weight on one leg, leaning against the wall as he watches you try to control your temper. "Thank you for your feedback, but I will not be changing the recipe to suit the taste buds of one man when many others enjoy my baking." 

"Goodbye." He watches you turn around, brushing past him so coldly that he could've sworn he shivered. He stifles a chuckle, watching you groan loudly through the glass-stained windows of your shop. 

He heads toward the forest, munching on the cookie he'd swiped from you earlier. He looks around, taking in his surroundings before heading to the abandoned tower. 

It was where the princess had once been trapped, but he and his brothers had never revealed themselves or even hung around it in fear of being discovered.

But now, with no one in sight, he could enjoy the peace and quiet. He climbs to the rooftop effortlessly, sitting down on the tiles with a grunt. He chews on the last bits of the cookie, brushing off the crumbs around his lips and licking his thumb after.

There he sits for the rest of the night, watching the sun slowly set as the moon starts to rise. It's his private spot, one even his brothers don't visit often. Even if they did, he had practically laid claim to this place.

He drifts to sleep, the thought of the next day's heist causing the corners of his mouth to quirk upwards.

He couldn't wait.

------

As it turns out, more people were visiting the Sun Festival than ever, celebrating the joyful news about the royal family. He groans, peering over a wall and grinning when he sees a bored guard. He slashes his sword in the air, forming a small portal that connects to another right next to the guard's shoulder.

He pokes his finger through, prodding the guard's shoulder. Leo makes the portal disappear, and the guard turns to see the yellow concrete wall behind him. He shrugs, turning back around.

Leo smirks, repeating his earlier actions and stifling his laughter when the guard grows angry, looking around with a glare.

He leaves before he's discovered, barely able to contain his laughter. He spots your store just steps away, a long line trailing out the front door. He lingers around the windows, peeking inside. 

His mouth waters at the smell of your scrumptious baked goods, stomach rumbling. 

He spots you chatting away with a customer with a bright smile, and he stays for a short bit before heading off to the other booths in the market, swiping some other goods and going unnoticed by most in his getup.

Now that night had fallen, he approached the closed door of your store. Leo spots the last customer leaving and peers through the glass of the locked windows. 

He sees the empty shelves, moving to hide away when you enter the storefront with some more loaves of bread. 

Should he risk it and portal inside?

The temptation is too great, adrenaline coursing through his veins. However, he merely slashes his sword through the air once more, shoving his hand through and grabbing the last bag of cookies on the table. 

It lands in his hands, red dust staining them. He frowns at the sight, trying to blow it off before it hits him. He looks back up in realization at your oblivious figure, your innocent humming drawing out a chuckle from him.

So this is your trap for him this year. Was this really the best you could do?

He pushes his hand into the portal again, carefully tracing his call sign on the wooden table. He flinches when the bare skin gets pricked by a splinter, drawing it back and letting the portal close.

He watches your stunned figure freeze when you turn back to an empty table, biting his bottom lip to prevent another laugh from slipping through.

His eyes widen when you march to the door, hiding in the alleyway behind your store. He breathes a sigh of relief when you don't notice but is intrigued when you begin to run after someone else instead.

He follows you, making sure to keep a reasonable distance. When you stop and confront someone else who looks absolutely bemused by your accusation, he's incredibly amused. He leans against a booth, shushing the owner and watching you afar as your head drops in defeat.

He can't help the chuckle that slips past his lips, surprised when you look up instantly. He ducks down, fighting back the grin on his lips. The look on your face makes his getaway worth it, practically risking his life just to secure your cookies.

He follows you back to your store again, silently praising himself for such stealth. Of course, his brothers would probably still find something wrong with it, he thinks with a roll of his eyes.

Oh well, another day, another successful heist. 

He heads back home, eager for the next day to come. Like today, he'd make no mistake getting away scot-free with his bag of goods.

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He made a mistake.

The temptation had been too great to resist. Sure, it was obviously a trap, but Leo couldn't bring himself to not take the bait. He had spotted the five loaves of herbed bread sitting out in the open where the cookies from yesterday were.

You were nowhere in sight, the bread unguarded. So he portals in, his entire body standing in the middle of the empty storefront. He grabbed the loaves of bread until he tugged on the last one.

"Whoa!" He cries out, something tightening around his ankle and pulling him upwards. The bread drops to the ground, and he almost groans at the waste.

"Just great. Juuuuust great." He grumbles, crossing his arms as he dangles upside down in your storefront. Sure, he could just cut himself free and portal out of there, but some part of him wanted to be found, to finally meet you face to face instead of hiding like he always did.

He hears the jingle of a bell, looking up at its source and noticing how it connects to the last loaf of bread and the rope around his ankle.

Smart.

He realizes that his legs are exposed, the cloak covering his face. He scrambles to pull it down, trying to hide his green skin as best he can. He hears an audible inhale, turning his head to see you in the archway connecting your kitchen to the storefront.

"Juuuust great," He says sarcastically, his elbows brushing against the hilt of his katanas on his waist.

Hold on. 

Were you staring???

He gasps, noticing your eyes fixated on the part of his legs that were exposed. "Uh, rude?? You can't just stare at people like that, pervert." He throws the wild accusation your way but flinches slightly when you approach him with a frying pan in hand.

Aw, how cute.

"Ow." His words are emotionless, giving you the barest reaction as you prod his chest with your makeshift weapon. "Look, this is all just a misunderstanding. I came here to check out the cookies again, and your stupid trap thing," Leo gestures to the rope around his ankle, "is making me late to meet my brothers." In a moment of carelessness, he lets go f his cloak, which falls to his chest. He yelps, clumsily grabbing it and pulling it back down.

He stiffens when you lean in, your eyes studying his body until your gaze lands on his hands.

Crap.

He had forgotten about that. He thought the red pigment would've worn off by now.

You're giggling gleefully, realizing that you've caught him. He shrugs. May as well give up the jig. "Yeah, fine, you got me."  

He wants to laugh when you threaten him, but the fire in your eyes makes him think otherwise as you press the tip of the frying pan so firmly into his chest that it almost leaves a dent. 

"Wait! I don't have money. Can't you just put it on my tab, and we can settle this later. You can contact me through my lawyer!" Leo cries out. Surely Donnie would save him. 

He pauses.

Scratch that. Surely Raph would save him!

He winces when you make a move to flip back the hood that covers his face, half expecting you to scream at the sight.

It's almost comical, he thinks, the way your jaw goes slack as you scramble to find the right words for the situation you're in.

"So, this is awkward," he says with a sheepish smile and a shrug. He watches as you fall to the floor, entertained by the variety of emotions that flash across your face. 

Bemusement, astonishment, shock...

Acceptance?

Well, that's a new one.

"What are you?" 

"See, that's a good question. Some might call me the charismatic master, the rogue thief. You, however, may call me Leonardo." He answers with a lazy lilt in his tone.

"So, Leonardo, give me one good reason I shouldn't turn you in to the guards right now." 

He begins to stammer, heart racing in his chest at the threat. "W-well, I can deliver your baked goods to your customers!" 

"Don't need that. They'll come to my store if they want any of my products."

He grits his teeth, sweat forming on his brow, "I mean, don't you need help around the store? Instead of paying you back, how about I work around here?" He offers, eyeing the empty shelves with eager eyes as he faces you.

He crosses his arms, watching you deep in thought, weighing your options. 

"Agh!" He drops to the ground in a crumpled heap, his face bruised from the hard landing. He's propped upright into a seating position, his arms fastened behind him with a sturdy rope. 

"Hey, my swords!" He whines, noticing them in your grip.

"Just in case you get any ideas." You toss them into a cupboard, locking it and fastening the key around your neck.

"Can't I at least get those?" He nods towards the loaves on the ground, deflating when you toss them in the trash instead. 

"No way am I letting you steal any more from me than you already have." You say with a huff. You bring him upstairs, and he whistles at your firm grip.

"What is this." He stares at the barely furnished room upstairs, taken aback by how minimal everything is. With the amount of money he saw you rake in each year, he thought you'd at least have better interior design.

His question goes unanswered, and you secure the rope to the foot of your bed. He lands on the ground harshly with a grunt, frowning at your rough handling of him. Sure, he was technically being held hostage, and rightfully so, but you could at least have a heart!

"Tomorrow morning, you'll start working for me. Don't get any funny ideas, or your swords will be with the guards before you can say Flynn Rider." 

"Flynn Rider."

Your glare is all it takes to shut him up.

He leans back against the wooden bedframe with a sigh, sitting on the ground.

What had he gotten himself into?