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jellyfishoreo1206 · 1 year ago

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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)

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vnards · 1 year ago

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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 · 5 months ago

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...<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.]

#ooc i worked so goddamn hard on this #ooc the following tags probably make this sound a lot worse than it is and this is a lancer rp community but i'd rather be safe than sorry #tw: parental abuse #tw manipulation #tw psychological abuse #tw what i can only describe as some Game of Thrones ass shit. Nothing explicitly violent though.#nothing is off in the hurst estate #lancer rpg #karrakin trade baronies #lancer ttrpg #ktb #lancer rp #oc rp #lancer oc #oc rp blog #lancerrpg

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crazycurly-77 · 8 months ago

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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.

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dawnoftime22 · 1 year ago

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"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

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"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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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.

↦ word count: 685

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.

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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 >>

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e17omm · 3 months ago

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I realised Im spamming my feed so Im just gonna condense all my thoughts about PGR chapter 30 down below starting from stage 30-5

A little black sphere of 2.4cm in diameter of ultra-dense Punishing Virus is quite literally tearing its way through Babylonia right now.

Oh no, we tried to stop and corner it and it had enough, emitted critical levels of Punishing Virus, and spent 1.5 hours corrupting the entire spaceport. Its not stealing a single ship, it corrupted the entire spaceport and tore it off from Babylonia to get to Earth.

NOT BABYLONIA

NO NO NO NO NO THIS IS SO VERY VERY BAD

Lee, Im gonna need you to fight the manifistation of the consciousness of the universe again because "it" reached the Inver-Hetero Tower.

NO SHIT WAIT THE UNIVERSE STOPPED HIM FROM TIMETRAVELING BECAUSE IT DIDNT LIKE THAT. OH FUCK!

Ah the Tower now has a pitch black "door" about half a meter deep. I shine my light in - nothing. I fire a shot in - nothing. I stick my arm in, it disappears but I can feel everything - including the stinging pain. I pull my arm out and its corrupted.

Damn you universe!

Oh my god we're gonna team up with Luna, Alpha, and Lamia to get into the Hetero-Tower.

Luna needs us to stabilize her M.I.N.D so she can dive into the Red Tide and not lose her sense of self, and we need a re-filtered Ascension-Network Agent to enter the Hetero-Tower to stop it from escalating out of control because Lee cannot enter it again and the high amounts of Punishing Virus inside requires someone immune to it - such as Lee, but he cant enter, or an Ascendant that can control the Punishing Virus.

MY BABY APPEARED. DO I FINALLY GET TO MEET HER?! I wanna meet my daughter made of my consciousness and Red Tide.

Today's reminder to exercise brought to you by Luna - even if you can float or have been stuck by chains for over a year, its important to keep moving and use your muscles.

Lamia is definitely not the one to send to take hostages, even if her camoflauge makes her the best at it. She's stammering and is clearly nervous about it. "H-Hey, um, we cant contact you normally, s-so this was the only way... Can you come to this location? I'll, uh, send the coordinates right away..."

And then she slinks away. And Roland retreats too. Well clearly they arent actually in the process of attacking us, but this is simultaneously the worse hostage-taking situation, but also the best way to contact me in this situation.

"That sounds like your forum username" LMAO. Selene, Luna - IT DOES SOUND LIKE HER FORUM USERNAME I CANT.

Its alright, Luna. You dont need to float and hasten your corruption just to keep up appearances.

Good to know we have air suppo- (remember the Longinus Arsenal) how much air support?

I still love Roland's attitude.

We. Have. VOICE ACTING. They're going with a combination of 3D and 2D cutouts!

WE HAVE FIRST PERSON WHAT EXCUSE ME HUHE AKPFJN AÅWOHIFANSOKIJL FDNA

Get headpatted, Luna.

Oooh that's really cool. So the Punishing is comprised of the wishes of the dead, and certain wishes align with certain Ascendants and that explains why their powers can be somewhat limited. They're not wielding the Punishing Virus - their wielding the part of the Punishing Virus that aligns with their emotions.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE NIGHTMAREFUEL HETERO CREATURES

How nice of Luna and the Ascendants to not let their Punishing Virus flow freely and infect all of us.

Asimov really just "its stable, its not 100% pure of Punishing Virus but it remains in a safe range. My job here is done. Im out."

I love that, despite time travel being available, the problems runs too deep and too far back ultimately, even if they did go to the past and change the future, it wouldnt change much. Even if Luna didnt become a construct, Lucia would. Even if Luna saved her family, they didn't quality for the Great Evacuation.

Luna wants to collar me...

#punishing gray raven

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nautiscarader · 2 months ago

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Cuddly Falls chapter 7

(Ao3)

In which the story is concluded and we learn that the author does not know how to efficiently divide his works into chapters, as evidenced by the triple length of this one and that very title, which just fits Ao3's and tumblr's limits.

"Wendy!", Dipper yelled with a cracking voice and rushed to the monster, now back on its legs. "I'll save you!"

Dipper shouted and aimed to grab the platypanda's fur to climb it and rescue her. Shadow of the colossal creature engulfed him for a moment, but it did not thwart his spirit. If anything, it made his heart beat faster.

However, it soon transpired that Wendy had the same idea, though in reverse.

She wriggled out of the platypanda's grip and traversed down, clutching patches of fur to secure her position.

A moment later, she jumped to the ground and gave Dipper a smile, seeing his frightened face.

"Sup, dude", she said as if nothing has happened. Before he could reply and pour his emotions into her shirt, Wendy's expression became stern again.

She was ready to leap back into action and chase the creature, but at that point the rest have caught up with them.

"What happened?", Ford asked.

"Well, we tried to stop it by tying it down…"

"Ah, 'Gulliver's Travels'."

"Yeah, but that didn't work…"

"And then that thing tried to snatch me!", Wendy added, "Good thing it takes more than a plush monster to take Corduroy down."

"My precious platypanda did that?!", Amy exclaimed with a mixture of pride and disappointment. "But I didn't give it orders… And why did it grow so big?!"

"I…I think I know the answer to both of these."

Dipper's sudden proclamation made everyone turn their heads.

"And I know why it tried to capture you specifically", he spoke to Wendy, "Because it used to be yours."

Wendy raised her brow and looked at him quizzically.

"Er, no, dude. It was Tambry's, remember?"

"No, Wendy, YOU don't remember… You've had it…" he exchanged knowing looks with Mabel, who nodded in response. "… In a different timeline." , he finished.

Wendy tilted her head in confusion.

"Whaaaaa….?"

"Okay, let me explain…"

And he was off: about the fair, Blendin's tape, the many mishaps he and Mabel have had, until there was just one issue left…

"…and the only timeline in which I've succeeded and won you the prize was also the one, in which Mabel lost Waddles to Pacifica. So I've had to make a choice". Dipper found himself unable to meet Wendy's eyes, until he heard her whisper "Dipper…".

"So, maybe that's it?". Dipper addressed Ford. "Maybe it's the… time particles, or something? Or maybe that plushie is like a fixed point in time!"

Ford only now looked up from his kit.

"What? Oh, no, time doesn't work like that."

"Oh.", Dipper blushed, "So I've confessed to that for nothing…" he chuckled, looking away in embarrassment. "And yeah, there were more of these plushies to win, it may not be that one…"

"You know, now I'm thinking about it, if we've stayed in that timeline, you'd have had a date with Wendy and I'd have an excuse to ask Paz out, by wanting to play with Waddles!"

"Mabel, you're not helping!", Dipper barked back.

"You… You have studied theoretical physics too….?", Amy asked, staring enamoured at Ford who continued having noticed nothing.

"The serum has nothing to do with the creature's growth", he looked at the purple liquid in the flask, and the readouts being printed on thin, long strip of paper. "It looks like the creature itself is the culprit… I think a reaction with certain hormones might have caused that. But that species is literally unique… If I go back to my lab I could try to synthesi-"

But what precisely Ford had on his mind was lost when he found himself hugged tightly by Amy, unable to take eyes from him.

"Aren't… Aren't you looking for a life partner? I mean…", she fixed her hair, "…lab partner, perhaps…?"

The calm, stoic looks disappeared from Ford's face, replaced by one of pure horror, as he realised Amy was not letting go of him, no matter how hard he tried to wriggle out, as if she just became a human quicksand.

"Uhm, I, er, miss, miss Hall, I, I… STANLEY! Do something!"

But Grunkle Stan was merely leaning on his cane, grinning widely.

"Oh, no, I'm not ever going to interrupt that! I mean, look, you are positively melting in her arms! Plus, I'm finally getting use of the camera in that smartthingy…"

There was a sudden audible gasp, as Mabel clutched her head.

"Oh my gosh, it's so obvious!"

She turned towards Wendy.

"Tambry's bought that platypanda in a thrift shop, right?"

"Uh, yeah", she answered uncertain of Mabel's intentions.

"The only one in town, owned by the same guy, who's had that plushie stall at the fair?"

"Yeah…"

"Cool! BRB! Don't let it escape!"

And before she could answer any questions, Mabel spun around and dashed off.

Dipper and Wendy exchanged confused looks.

"What was that all about?", Wendy asked, receiving only a shrug. "We better stop it, we need to cut some trees down to create a blockade!"

The group was back in the golf cart, Stan trying to overtake the beast, taking sudden turns to confuse it and prevent another attack.

But as he finally got way ahead of the beast, they ran out of luck… and of trees. They have reached the edge of the forest and the monster was about to rampage through the town.

And just as they've thought all hope was lost, they've spotted Mabel running towards them down the empty street, somewhat clumsily, dragging behind her a huge bag.

"Guys, stop!", Mabel suddenly rushed in front of the whole group. "Don't you guys get it? What it really wants?"

She took a deep breath, seeing their puzzled looks.

"Amy… Do your thing", she spoke, as she untied and emptied the bag.

===

The enormous platypanda walked slowly through the forest towards the city, more and more visible through the thinning barrier of the trees, driven only by one purpose.

It did not know what it was. After all, the platypanda wasn't aware of it until this afternoon.

Mostly because until then, the platypanda had not been alive. And yet, it had the strangest of feelings that its purpose has existed for far longer… years, maybe decades… (For the platypanda it was quite an achievement, as it has never experienced any feelings, nor had it any concept of time, let alone the ability to look at past events.)

It was close, so close…

And then, suddenly, it wasn't.

The platypanda saw something small, colorful and insignificant running past its leg, and a moment later, it turned around to follow the scent.

By doing so, it discovered two things: a) that it could smell, and b) that its purpose was now behind it.

And there were several of them.

A thousand different feelings rushed through the platypanda's plush, freshly animated body.

One of them was happiness.

The platypanda was happy beyond comprehension, because it could finally drop the 'the' from its name.

Five other multicolored platypandas were staring at it, experiencing the same rush of surprise and excitement.

And they were running towards each other, joining in a big, forever-awaited hug pile.

Suddenly, they knew the names of all of their emotions.

(They've also silently, collectively decided to postpone the discussion on whether they should really be called 'panducks' instead. It would have ruined the moment.) ============

And as they cuddled, they became smaller and smaller, until they were no larger than ordinary magical creatures living in these woods.

"It needed someone to cuddle. To love. A family.", Mabel spoke, watching as the multicoloured group walked deeper into the woods, until they have disappeared completely.

"That… Was a pretty clever move, Mabel", Kim replied, visibly impressed.

"I've learned that families should stick together."

She looked at Dipper, who returned her warm smile, and then at Stan and Ford, now Amy-free, but they already were standing together, arm-in-arm, equally proud of her work.

"And problems can be just hugged out!"

Mabel exclaimed, exchanging one with Dipper, dragging Wendy to join them.

"Oh, and one more thing. Ready, Kim?", Mabel asked, arming her grappling hook.

"Been there."

At the same time, they spun around and shot two ropes at the spot where DNAmy stood a moment before, coiling around her feet, just as she was about to run away.

"Ah, drat.", she cursed, falling to the ground.

And as the group started walking back towards the Shack - their vehicle vehemently refusing to work - Dipper noticed a small lump in the discarded bag Mabel has tossed away.

"Huh. What'd'ya know…", he muttered, having looked inside.

============

That evening, the lobby of The Mystery Shack was more packed than usually, every chair and cushion occupied, especially thanks to the three guests that have managed to divide the attention of the regulars.

"I have to say, that technology is quite impressive!", Ford exclaimed to Wade over the Kimmunicator they have borrowed. Dipper and Soos gathered around, watching the capabilities of the watch-sized device with awe.

"Thanks, mr. Ford, sir", the boy replied, "It's really not that-"

"Oh, trust me, it is.", Ford interrupted Wade's modest counter, "And I have seen enough tech out of this world, er, figuratively, of course, to say that. Wish I had a job offer you…"

"Oh, maybe you want to make some cool golf carts?", Soos suddenly suggested.

Wade scratched his chin.

"Hm, never dabbled in that… maybe we can make one steered using my thoughts and have a race?"

"That sounds grossly irresponsible and awesome!", Dipper finished, "We'll send you the details."

=================

"So yeah, that's the geist of it. There was a cartoon, and whole line of plushies to collect… Except SOME of us went a little more hardcore!"

Kim explained the Cuddle Buddies phenomenon to Mabel, throwing icy stares at Amy, still in handcuffs.

"So I've wanted to play with life a little bit… That doesn't make me a villain. Besides, the whole thing is over, so-"

"There's going to be a reboot."

Kim and Amy stopped arguing, and looked at Mabel's phone, their eyes widening, as they read the news she showed them.

"HO-How come I haven't-"

"Cos they've announced it an hour ago at some nerdy convention.", Mabel explained, pointing to the timestamp.

Amy and Kim took turns watching and reading the news released so far, absorbing every bit of it.

"A whole new season… Twenty-six episodes!"

"But straight to streaming!", Amy scoffed, "What was wrong with Saturday mornings?"

"They came only once a week…?"

"Fair point. But those redisigns…"

"Oh, but look!", Kim interrupted, "They've kept the original voice actors!"

"Well they better have! Otherwise they would have to deal with me, DNAm-"

Amy raised her fist in the air, until she noticed confusion on Mabel's face and grimace of predictable disapproval on Kim's.

"Okay, that did sound a bit villainous… But you know what that really means, right?"

"Oh yes!"

"NEW PLUSHIES!", they've both exclaimed.

"Are there any promo pictures, Mabel?", Kim asked, handling her phone back. "Mabel?"

The two watched as Mabel's brightened face rose from her phone, her eyes widened and glimmering with utter awe.

"I. WANT. THEM. AAAAAAAAAALL!", she exclaimed.

Amy and Kim laughed and exchanged amicable smiles.

"Looks like the new generation is ready…"

=============+ "Oh yeah, we've been friends since forever", Ron explained, "Then Kim's started her on-line business, we've caught some supervillians, then I've started working at Buenos Nachos, then we've caught some more baddies, then we went to prom and kissed, and I've got supermonkeypowers, but I don't really use them, cos they're OP, except when the aliens attacked… Oh, and my parents have adopted a girl, so I have a sister! Wanna see her pics?", he counted, until Wendy spat her drink out.

"You've said WHAT has happened?!"

"Oh yeah, me and Kim are together. Ain't I a lucky bar steward, right?, he smiled. "But you know, my Rabbi always says…", he cleared his throat and assumed an authoritative pose and tone, "… that you can't go through the end of the world with your best friend and not end up as a couple later."

Wendy blinked, trying to process enormous amount of information she has just received. And as she took another sip, her eyes wandered to Dipper, still talking with Ford, Soos and Wade.

"Yeah, I suppose he's right…"

==========

"You're kidding!", Rufus exclaimed.

"Oink."

"Demons? And then what?"

"Oink", Waddles continued.

"Weirdmageddon?! And how did that-"

"Oink."

"Grunkle Stan sacrificed his memories to trick the supreme demon of knowledge?!"

"Oink."

"This is heavy…", Rufus muttered and slumped back.

============

"Thank you, sheriff Blubs for helping us with DNAmy. I hope she didn't give you any troubles?"

"Not at all, miss Possible. She went quiet as a perfectly normal, not mutated kitten.", the policeman replied, tipping his hat playfully to the teenage superheroine.

"She only asked if she could buy herself a souvenir from Gravity Falls", deputy Durland added off-handedly. "So we've said 'Sure!'"

Kim and Ron exchanged worried looks.

"And what did she buy…?", they asked anxiously.

"GRAPPLING HOOK!"

They heard Amy's voice, as she took the shot, and soared into the air, when the hook locked itself safely around the landing gear of a helicopter piloted by none other by Dr Drakken and Shego.

Kim and Ron rushed from the Shack, and she was about to take her own shot, but the flying vehicle was already too far away, quickly becoming a dot on a red, evening sky.

"What sort of gift shop sells grappling hooks?", Ron asked flabbergasted, spreading arms in act of utter bewilderment.

"A successful one!", Grunkle Stan grinned, counting money from Amy's purchase. "What?", he asked, noticing their judgemental stares. "Gotta make up for those missed royalties!".

Only a few minutes after Blubs and Durland left empty-handcuffed, a loud car horn alerted Kim and Ron, and after few last goodbyes, the two got to a familiar truck that usually kept farm animals secured.

"Thank, you, mr McGrucket for the lift.", Kim spoke, being let into the cabin by Ron.

"No problemo, miss Possible!"

"WAIT, YOU KNOW EACH OTHER?!"

It was difficult to choose who was more surprised by that revelation, judging by the befuddled looks on faces of all present in the Mystery Shack lobby.

"Miss Kimberly here has been doing them on-line yoga courses and we've met there! She has helped me a hecking lot! My back no longer hurts!" McGrucket announced, honking the horn happily once more.

"Oh, it was nothing.", she brushed it off, and they drove away.

=============

"Odd folks, aren't they?", Ron spoke once they have sat down.

"Yeah, but the Pines twins have quite a fighting spirit. And that lumberjane, Wendy.", Kim replied, despondent, lost in thoughts. "Shame DNAmy got away, we've almost snatched her…"

"Well, I know what I have snatched…", Ron turned his head, wearing a mysterious smile, and showed her his phone.

"Two tickets for next Cuddle Buddies revival panel! Front row and some free goodie bags!"

"Oh, Ron!", Kim threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Plus, maybe we can set up a trap for Amy there! I'm thinking of doing a slightly inaccurate cosplay to lure her in…"

"Good thing I've snatched a boyfriend thinking like that… Wait, hang on…"

Kim suddenly broke their kiss and grabbed his phone.

"How did you pay for these…? Did you use our shared account!? Where we put our savings?", she shot him with piercing stare.

"Er…"

Ron exchanged uneasy looks with Rufus.

"NEVER MIND ALL THAT!", they exclaimed in unison.

Kim slumped deeper into her seat, her arms crossed.

Mr McGrucket honked loudly once more.

=============

"Odd folks, aren't they?", Grunkle Stan asked matter-of-factly, watching the truck disappear.

"Are you kidding? They are awesome!", Dipper and Mabel exclaimed together.

"I've wanted to start an on-line knitting business, I never knew a superhero job is available too!", Mabel continued.

"Yeah, Kim is super cool!"

"Oh, wow, what a surprise: Dipper's swooning over a badass red-head", Mabel's mocking voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Mabel!", Dipper cut her off, automatically looking at Wendy, who was just smirking.

"She could use some training with blade weapons… On the other hand, she is excellent at catching her boyfriend from heights.", Wendy added. "Maybe we could invite them over next Summer?"

"And their tech is not too shabby either.", Ford added.

"Alright, you nerds, I'm gonna go and sulk about that toy money…", Stan stood up and walked towards the living room.

"Oh, come on, Stanley, are you gonna be cross for the rest of our lives?", Ford followed him, bickering.

"If I punch you hard enough, it's not gonna take that long!"

"I better start taking some Cuddle Buddies orders", Mabel got up, "Before the official ones hit the market." And with that she dashed upstairs.

"Welp", Wendy yawned and stretched arms, " And I ain't gonna do the job of a support beam. See you tomorrow, it's always fun to spend time with you, weirdos."

"Wendy, uh, listen….", he stopped her mid-way.

Dipper cleared his throat.

"Uh, I know this might not be the best present, given what has happened, and, and what hasn't happened, but…."

He reached behind his back and pulled one last platypanda plushie, presenting it to Wendy.

"This-this one's safe! Maybe it's the one with the polymer fur, or, or maybe there wasn't enough serum left, or, or-"

Dipper did not finish, as words could no longer get out of his mouth. And only when Wendy needed a breath too, a good minute later, Dipper regained the ability to speak, though still no words left his mouth.

"Dipper… What you've done to help Mabel was the sweetest thing you could've done."

She fixed her hair.

"And I'm looking forward to the day I won't have to lean at all… Maybe by the next Summer you will outgrow me? That would be a freaky experiment. I already can catch you if you fall", she pointed fingerguns at him, "And thanks for the plushie. Though you really should have given it back to Tambry…"

Dipper's reddened face suddenly became chalk-white.

"…But I have a feeling she was gonna give it to charity, so no complaints from me. See you tomorrow, dork.", she waved goodbye, clutching the platypanda to her chest.

Dipper stood silently in the middle of the empty room long after Wendy has left.

But he finally did move, though he did not remember any steps he took to their attic room.

His mind was far more preoccupied for that.

He finally hit his bed and only then registered his sister's voice.

"What's up?", she asked off-handedly, never taking eyes from het phone, where she was studying the details of the Cuddle Buddies reboot.

"Oh, nothing.", he answered absent-mindedly after a while, staring into the ceiling. And only when the mellow tone of his voice reached her ears, she turned to look at him.

"Has something happened?", she asked.

"You can say that…", he replied after ten seconds or so, her questions still being acknowledged with a delay.

"Bro, did you get hit in the head, or something? Did Wendy uppercut you? Or did she-"

And then, in one second, understanding dawned on her, and even her shriek wasn't able to bring Dipper back from his half-catatonic state.

"OH. MY. GOSH!!!"

And she snatched het phone back, shouting furiously into it.

"Paz! Candy! Grenda! Melody! We have THE KISS ALERT! Wendy has kissed Dipper! Come back here y'all at once!"

Only that seemed to have finally awoken Dipper from his stupor.

"Mabel, come on! Cut it out!", and he tried frantically to stop Mabel, the twins pushing each other back and forth, squabbling and bickering.

It looked like everything went back to normal in the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, Oregon.

#gravity falls #wendip #kimron #kim possible #nautiscaraderfics

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protagonists-catastrophe · 7 months ago

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"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.

#// protagonists catastrophe #// [-COWORKER-] reveal oOoOo

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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.

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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.

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otomehoneyybearr · 9 months ago

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Act 12

Episode 13: The What-If future And The Certain Now: Guy

Working w/ Maybelle Lace, jujumin-translates, Fea

Note: As you read, you will see that some sentences highlighted in a different color, this is what they indicate.

Pink: Flashback

Blue: Characters are acting

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King of Zahra: «Has Citronia been found yet?»

Guy: «I deeply apologize about that. I will report back to you as soon as we find something.»

Guy: «Excuse me, sir.»

Guy: ...Phew.

Guy: (Maybe I'll check if there's any sign of Citronia looking for something in the library...)

Guy: ...

Guy: (The books he was reading right before disappearing don't seem particularly relevant...)

Guy: (There are marks in the guidebook for places all over the world...)

Guy: ..!

Guy: (Come to think of it, Citronia often mentions Japan. Maybe I should focus my search there.)

Guy: (...However, as an android, I don't know what Citronia thought or felt about Japan.)

Citron: «...You don't get it, do you?»

Guy: (Citronia always looked sad when I was silent. But there was no way for me to know what Citronia was really thinking.)

Guy: (Why did you leave without telling anyone? What are you thinking about right now?)

Guy: (Perhaps it would be a nuisance for Citronia if I were to go after him.)

Guy: (Also, even if I go and talk to him, I don't think Citronia will change his mind and come back.)

Guy: (I don't know what Citronia is thinking, so there's no way I can move Citronia's heart.)

Guy: (Right now we may have no choice but to wait silently for him to come back...)

Citron: Guy, what should I do with this?

Guy: Ah, just put it on the stand. Sorry to ask for your help.

Citron: I’ll treat you to a sight’s dodging and heal!

Guy: You mean a night's lodging and meal, correct?

Citron: That's it!

Guy: Arisugawa asked if I wanted to return to Zahra, but I think it's better to stay where I can quickly help the troupe if something happens.

Citron: Living in a hotel is comfortable, but living here at the shop like this is refreshing too.

Guy: That’s true.

Regular Customer A: It's nice to have Citron at the counter. It really gives the place a different atmosphere.

Regular Customer B: Yeah, it's even more Zahra-like.

Citron: I’m glad you think so!

Citron: Welcome in!

Guy: This isn't a sushi bar, so you don’t have to greet customers like that…

Mika: «Oh, thank goodness. I'm glad to see that you two are safe and sound—»

Citron: «...Mika?»

Guy: «What's wrong?»

Mika: «I'm sorry for coming so suddenly without contacting you. When I heard the news about the theater fire, I couldn't sit still.»

Mika: «Master Tangerine was also concerned.»

Guy: «I see. I refrained from contacting you because I wanted to avoid causing unnecessary worry, but on the contrary, I ended up making you worry incessantly. My apologies.»

Citron: «I'll contactTangerine later.»

Mika: «Please do.»

Regular Customer A: Who’s this? A visitor from Zahra?

Regular Customer B: Don't tell me this is Guy's son...?!

Guy: He is not my son, but he is an important subordinate from my home country.

Citron: Come in, Mika, come in! I'll give you a recommendation for a non-alcoholic cocktail!

Mika: «What?!»

Guy: «I'm sure you must be tired from the long trip. Please rest.»

Regular Customer A: Guy's snacks are delicious.

Mika: «Guy makes these?»

Guy: «I've just been putting the supplies you send to good use.»

Mika: «This is delicious. What is this dish called?»

Guy: «It's called "The Secret Menu Item".»

Mika: «Is that really the name?»

Regular Customer B: Yeah, I asked them to add it to the menu because it was too good to be just a staff meal.

Citron: That one's my creation, I call it the greedy pizza!

Regular Customer A: I think you meant plentiful.

Regular Customer B: Well then, see you next time.

Regular Customer A: Thanks for the meal~— oh, whoops.

Guy: Are you alright?

Regular Customer A: I think I drank a little too much~.

Citron: I'll walk you to the station.

Regular Customer A: Thanks~.

Guy: Thank you for coming.

Mika: «...Guy, you have changed.»

Guy: «Have I?»

Mika: «You seem more expressive and actively engaged with people.»

Mika: «You are a lot more lively now. This place must be very important to you.»

Mika: «I'm glad that you are now able to live for yourself.»

Guy: (Living for myself, huh...)

Guy: (It's true that when I was in Zahra, all I thought about was fulfilling my duties.)

Guy: (I never thought about what I wanted, or about living for myself.)

Guy: (That changed when I came to this country.)

Guy: "The curtain has yet to fall—"

Guy: No, that had too much emotion. Maybe I should hold back more.

Tasuku: This is the place where the phantom is finally freed from his need for revenge and has reverted back to the singer he used to be.

Tasuku: I think it's fine to overstate your emotion here a little bit.

Tsumugi: Or maybe he's been haunted by singing for so long that now that he's exacted his revenge, he's actually lost his mind. You could play it that way.

Tsumugi: He could be displaying the madness of only living out of an obsession for the stage.

Guy: Hmm...

Homare: I could see it either way.

Azuma: Why not try both and see which one you like better?

Guy: ——.

Tsumugi: ...Wow. That's the loudest I've heard them clap yet.

Homare: It is a standing ovation. You can tell even in the dark.

Tasuku: You did it, Guy.

Hisoka: That was amazing.

Guy: ...It is thanks to you all.

Azuma: Look at you, showing all that emotion.

Homare: A rare sight!

Hisoka: ...Did you get an upgrade?

Guy: This came with the original model.

Guy: (The company that brought about this change was undoubtedly the Mankai Company.)

Guy: (More than anything, I am grateful to everyone in the Winter Troupe for patiently facing the emotions that were dormant inside me.)

Mika: «Thanks to visiting Japan, you got to meet everyone in the theater company.»

Guy: «Yes...»

Mika: «I was surprised when I heard that Guy was going to Japan himself to look for Citronia.»

Mika: «In that instance I thought about volunteering myself to go, but I felt that Guy's will was strong, so I held back.»

Mika: «Why did you decide to go by yourself at that time?»

Guy: «...I wanted to be sure.»

Guy: «I didn't always understand Citronia's thoughts, and caused him to look sad many times.»

Guy: «Ever since Citronia left Zahra, all I could think of was his face like that...»

Guy: «If I, who served closest to him as a servant, had truly understood the feelings of my master, this wouldn't have happened.»

Guy: «Even though I had resigned myself to the fact that I had no emotions, there must have been a feeling of regret sleeping inside me at that time.»

Guy: «The fact that I wanted to do something like that of my own free will was a seed of irregular emotion.»

Guy: «And it was on the stage of Mankai Theater that the seed sprouted and finally bloomed.»

Guy: «Now, I want to be with Citronia as a friend.»

Guy: «Also, through this bar, I would like to spread the word about the wonderfulness of the country of Zahra little by little...»

Guy: «More than anything, I really want to continue performing on stage with the Mankai Company and at the Mankai Theater with everyone from each troupe.»

Guy: «Perhaps it's a result of having been suppressed up until now, but I can't control my desire to follow my feelings.»

Guy: «At my age, I wonder if I'm being too selfish.»

Mika: «It's wonderful to have such non-negotiable feelings.»

Mika: «Guy has served his country well. From now on, please continue to live according to your feelings.»

Mika: «If there are obstacles to that... Feel free to use the power of Zahra as well.»

Mika: «I have discussed it over with the King and Prince Tangerine. This is everyone's consensus.»

Guy: «Thank you. I'm glad you feel that way, but this is a delicate situation of great importance. However, it is reassuring to know that you're out there looking for me now.»

Guy: «If it really comes down to it, I'll make sure to count on you. After all, Mika is a dependable subordinate.»

Mika: «——Thank you very much.»

Mika: «Thank you for letting me stay here.»

Guy: «Are you really leaving already?»

Mika: «Yes. I was able to see the two of you, and I heard that everyone in the theater company was safe as well.»

Guy: «I'm sure Citronia would also like to see you off. It would be difficult for him to get up, however.»

Mika: «Please let him know that the flight is early in the morning, so please don't worry about it.»

Guy: «Take care when getting home.»

Mika: «Please excuse me.»

Guy: (...It's a blessing to have people who care about us.)

Guy: ...

Guy: (Perhaps I should check the mail post.)

Guy: (A postcard...? It's from Sakuma. One is addressed to me, the other to Citronia...)

Sakuya: "How are you doing, Guy? I'm currently traveling from place to place."

Sakuya: "The other day I met a young man on the train who was traveling from Zahra."

Sakuya: "Their atmosphere was similar to Citron and Guy's, so I thought that maybe was the case. I called out to them and my hunch turned out to be correct."

Sakuya: "Thanks to Guy, we were able to talk a little in Zahran and when I told him that I had been to Zahra before, he was happy."

Sakuya: "When I listened to him speak Zahran, I felt a sense of security and nostalgia, as if I was coming home."

Sakuya: "I was happy because traveling alone can be a little lonely."

Guy: (...I've always thought that Citronia and Sakuma were completely different, yet somewhat similar.)

Guy: (A presence like spring's sunlight filtering through the leaves, always calming and illuminating the people around them.)

Guy: (I'm sure that's why Citronia, the King, and the royal family forgave Sakuma.)

Guy: (In order to protect Sakuma's smile, I have to do my part as well.)

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Trickery Episode 1: Pieces (with Transcription)

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Trickery Episode 1: Pieces

As I said in the Introduction, the ending of Good Omens 2 left me annoyed and confused.

I was very bothered about how the ending kept sort of talking around whatever was said between Aziraphale and the Metatron. Crowley said, "Tell me you said no," twice instead of just asking, you know, "What did you say?" And Aziraphale never said whatever he really said for that particular part of the conversation.

The scene is cut up in a way that makes it look like Aziraphale is lying, obfuscating, or leaving some important piece of information out. And it's the end of the season! Now you have to wait to see what the lie even was, if there was one and if there was even going to be another season to begin with? Remember, for me, it was October 2023. No Season 3 in any form had been officially announced yet.

Good Omens season 2 overall bothered with me things like, "Why did Crowley seem so against Aziraphale borrowing the car and then let him do it anyway? And he kept saying trains? Is there something important about trains? Is it that Aziraphale had some ulterior motive, and Crowley eventually just trusted whatever that motive was?" "Who summoned that elevator at the end? Am I supposed to know?" Because I didn't know.

I felt like there wasn't enough Crowley, but maybe...I just somehow missed it because I went through the whole thing too fast and only once.

I read a lot of Tumblr posts. I skimmed a lot of Tumblr posts. There was a lot to take in.

Among the things I took in, one fan theory really stood out and caught my attention before certain other things did. That fan theory had a name, and its name was The Magic Trick You Didn't See.

The main document for this theory is no longer accessible online. For the purposes of these videos, I'll focus on two aspects of it. The first aspect is the core theory itself. That core theory is that the Metatron had access to the Book of Life and was editing it the whole time.

The second aspect is that this theory put the idea of a game in my head. In episode 1, when Crowley is leaving the bookshop, one cut focuses in on the plate of Eccles cakes. When he returns, that plate is gone. The plate is not mentioned again during that episode. In episode 5, Nina erases the words, "Eccles cakes" from her chalkboard. This theory proposed that such a sequence was teaching the audience the rules of a game and that the Metatron made something disappear. I definitely noticed that cut myself on my first viewing through the show.

So, we have this idea in our heads. I'm not fully committed to it, but I am close. I think it's a good, sound idea. I think it's plausible.

Let's move on.

There is a post on Tumblr by f0ul-f13nd and a document that details a realization that Crowley's sideburns change length during season 2 in the present day storyline. And the 1941 storyline. There are other hair changing oddities in the other two minisodes. The changes happen in such a way that it looks very intentional. For instance, in the present day, the sideburns are always long around Gabriel.

In addition to that post is another post by @embracing-the-ineffable titled, Let's bust a popular myth! This post brings up the filming dates of Good Omens 2 and Doctor Who specials for anyone who might be thinking they happened at the same time as an excuse for why Crowley's sideburns change.

Between all my fan theory reading on Tumblr, I checked a few other places, such as Reddit and found a thread that wasn't really on theories. Instead, it was about head canon.

And I rather liked the expressed head canon by one user that Crowley must have some kind of perception filter on him that makes humans sort of look the other way when they see him because he is so amazingly hot, how are they not constantly flirting with him? I think he's amazingly hot myself, so yes, yes, there is an idea.

A reply included agreement. How is he not turning heads? What do people see? Just some guy in black?

And that reply included a particular GIF.

I indeed thought that was an interesting idea and kept it in mind. And I did very much like that GIF. I watched it repeatedly and would go back to it sometimes.

I read about David Tennant's more stiff shoulders when acting as Aziraphale pretending to be Crowley. I read about rainbows found throughout the show. I read about and watched compilation videos for miracle sounds.

So, I've read all these theories and extra pieces of information, and I'm very much intrigued by the sideburns because what an excellent excuse to dig through pictures and videos of David Tennant as Crowley, my growing obsession at the time.

It could be fun.

I made a number of composite images and wrote out some ideas, not sure if I'd ever truly post them myself or not.

I wasn't really satisfied with the images I made. They lacked something for helping me find whatever I was looking for. I wasn't really expecting to be able to figure out what was going on with the sideburns, but at the same time, I felt I could do better than what I'd done. I mean, come on. If something is made that obvious, it shouldn't be that hard. And even if it were that hard, it's not like I would get very far. I could just stop when I couldn't go any further. Still, I felt I could go further.

At the time, even with the sideburns theories, the general ideas in play from the other people whose work I read were memory tampering, Crowley being edited, surveillance on Crowley through Gabriel, POV indication, or hey, look, Crowley can just choose to look however he wants. Don't forget he's a demon who can shape-shift.

I was not satisfied with those ideas because the clues strongly hinted the sideburns had something to do with human presence when they were short. But the problem with the human thing was it wasn't consistent.

When Crowley is around Gabriel in the present day, the sideburns are always long, without fail.

The reverse is not true for humans. They tend to be short around humans, but they are not always short around humans.

You have scenes like the pub and the music shop where he's around humans, but the sideburns are longer. The first time he meets Muriel, the sideburns are shorter, and humans are not actually in the bookshop. There's a point in the later part of the story where the sideburns stay longer despite the presence of humans. That point would be after Crowley confronts Gabriel in the bedroom on the upper floor of the bookshop.

Still, I just knew that, when it came right down to it with Crowley's trip to Hell in episode 1, none of those theories fit because they ignored the human element.

Before Crowley is summoned, he has longer sideburns. They are still long in Hell.

They are still long after the summon and before Crowley starts driving.

They are medium or short during the drive from the isolated street to where Crowley eventually parks outside the coffee shop.

The sideburns are short when he encounters Nina and Maggie.

They are long when he enters the bookshop.

If this collection of scenes were memory tampering or editing of the Book of Life, what is the actual edit? Sideburns changes aside, does anything really stick out as a deception to what might be happening? At most, I've got that the angle of his head changed between being in Hell and being in the car when the summon ended.

And for POV, that would make even less sense. All of those scenes include Crowley's own POV of his part in the story. I have no reason to think that anyone else is telling me this part of the story is what it is. The Metatron has no evident motivation for this part happening. Aziraphale is not shown to have any awareness of the summon to Hell besides what Crowley tells him in episode 6. Even then, Aziraphale doesn't know that such a thing specifically happened on the evening depicted in episode 1.

Much applies to the other characters, such as Maggie and Nina. Beelzebub was even there, and even they are never shown to acknowledge that this Hell summon happened to anyone else.

Why are the sideburns changing across the spaces so much then?

In this particular sequence, the human and supernatural ideas fit. Crowley himself is a supernatural being and returning to his home. Beelzebub is a supernatural being. Aziraphale and Gabriel are supernatural beings. That's when the sideburns are long. Maggie and Nina are human. The sideburns are short. That doesn't explain the later inconsistencies we know of, but we can see that this particular sequence itself still fits. So, it's at least worth keeping in mind for when we question those other inconsistencies later.

At some point, I decided I wanted to make posts about the sideburns and started putting the show on as background noise, occasionally re-watching it as well. It was not enough for me to just write drafts and think. I think, now, somehow, I knew that if I made public posts, it would help my thought process.

I at least knew it would help me be more motivated to continue exploring the ideas instead of just flat out giving up. The sideburns were meant to be noticed. Someone or something in the story wanted people to figure out what they meant. I wanted to at least try being a someone who might figure it out or at least help others figure it out.

I wanted to look at Crowley's saturated red streak of hair. This story is a fantasy, and in a fantasy, if that streak was not already there, something like that usually means something happened to somebody to leave such a mark.

Writing an introduction for why I wanted to go over the sideburns took too much energy, and I had too many ideas and pieces that weren't fitting well enough for an introduction yet.

So, I just jumped right in before I suspected I might lose interest.

I started in early December 2023.

I've varied how the post begins after the first few words, but I always, always like to start with...

Take it all in. Treasure it for all that it is.

...for the park scene.

I have a muse or a writer's instinct or something, and whatever it is, it tells me that post must start with those words, so it does.

The park lighting is beautiful and gives us a gorgeous shot of seeing Crowley's right profile for the first time in the present day story.

My approach to the project was that I planned to just go over each Crowley scene until I figured it out, if that were possible, got tired of it, or just go through the whole thing if I really wanted to. The idea was to keep busy and enjoy the obsession with something interesting.

When I eventually reached the post about Crowley's first encounter with Gabriel, I had a lot of questions, such as why are the sideburns always long around Gabriel?

I had a long group related to the idea of the Metatron, or anyone, editing or stitching things together and how that would work with how they changed.

I had some speculation about what's so special about Crowley? The first thing I could think of were the hints of past rank as a possible First-Order Archangel.

I also commented on the space as seeming to be relevant. I used the phrase "qualifying encounters" for what determined how the sideburns would be.

Between the two events described next, I can't remember which actually happened first or how much they happened in synch with each other at the time.

Here is the first of the two I will go over.

Although I was skeptical of the memory tampering or some form of editing theory for the sideburns in particular, there is one particular sequence that I thought supported a possible edit of Crowley.

That sequence is of when Crowley angrily exits the bookshop and then shoots lightning out from himself in episode 1. It includes that disappearing plate of Eccles cakes, but instead, we focus in on the sideburns. Doing so is extremely similar to that document, Crowley's sideburns and what do they mean?, but mainly we go into that sequence instead of the whole season.

Before Crowley opened the door, the sideburns were short though maybe slightly longer than before he entered the bookshop overall.

As he is seen leaving, they are a little longer.

As he is seen passing a cardboard box, they are quite long.

As he is seen leaving the bookshop, they are shorter.

For the cut where Crowley is walking past a cardboard box, something is wrong or off. He definitely looks like he could be edited there, especially in the context of the full sequence.

He even looked maybe possibly ever so slightly off just before that, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why.

At the time, I called the sequence, "angry lightning walk." The words, "stormed out," occurred to me, but I dismissed them.

When I posted about this sequence for the first time, I was very annoyed by the overall storytelling. Based on what I know of how to read scenes in books, TV shows, and movies, that sequence is designed to alert the audience that the story is lying to you. I didn't know what the lie was, but I could figure out enough that it was a lie. That's what the disappearing plate meant and the very off Crowley meant. Maybe someone really did eat those Eccles cakes, and the scene where they did was overridden. Maybe that was indeed an edited Crowley.

But all the same, my focus was the sideburns, so that was why I was annoyed. If I know the story is lying, if I can sense enough for that even if I don't know what the lie itself is, how am I going to figure out the sideburns with how much they change in the sequence itself? What if that's the lie or part of it? That's the information I'm looking for after all, and they change quite a bit throughout the sequence.

I remember things as a few days I spent thinking about it before something occurred to me: You know because there is no other way to know. To elaborate on what I mean, you know the part about the sideburns changing is true because you can't know how they work otherwise, at least not for that earlier part of the story. We found a hidden truth within a lie.

What we have here with the angry lightning walk is that if this sideburns thing were a video game, that sequence was the beginner tutorial on the mechanics of that game. Proximity to Gabriel will make the sideburns longer. Proximity to humans, or a private space with Aziraphale, will make the sideburns shorter. There can be a length in between the two types past the threshold of the bookshop.

Remember, we are playing a long game. Those sideburns fully shortened when Crowley reached the center of the street. That does not happen at the end of episode 4 when Aziraphale returns from Edinburgh.

So, now I know the next question to ask because of general experience at my job as a programmer and as a general reader of some fictional stories.

The next question is, "Did something change that might cause the sideburns to do that?"

And the answer is Yes. We just answered it. Aziraphale returned from Edinburgh.

The bookshop is Aziraphale's home. The car is Crowley's home.

That angry lightning walk sequence alerts us that an invisible border exists between those homes when the car is parked across the street, by the coffee shop.

That border is when Crowley's sideburns finish shortening.

After the two temporarily swap homes, the border has disappeared or possibly expanded. Hence, the sideburns can stay longer past the center of the street. Crowley and Aziraphale connected their homes through the shared borrowing process during the story.

Here is the second of the two events I said I would go over.

I found myself on one particular day intently studying episode 6 with Crowley standing at the door to his car.

Remember, one of the traits about the sideburns is that they stay longer for almost the rest of the season after Crowley confronts Gabriel in episode 5. Even long sideburns actually vary in length. There is longest-length, and there is longer than you expect from a human space length but still not quite longest-length. It's something you might call medium-long. Crowley's sideburns were a medium-long length for his argument scene with Aziraphale in the bookshop during episode 6.

They were not longest-length.

But once he's waiting by his car, they are longest-length.

He's surrounded by humans on the street, and the sideburns are longest-length. Longer sideburns have something to do with a supernatural presence, but there are so many humans. That length is usually around Gabriel, but Gabriel had left the area by that point.

The other demons are gone.

Three of the other angels are gone.

Muriel is around the place somewhere, but Muriel is not on screen.

Aziraphale and the Metatron have some distance between themselves and Crowley.

So, why oh why, are the sideburns lengthened so much then and there?

Why is there extra effort between a medium-long and a longest-length? A lot of times, it's hard to actually tell the difference, but these two scenes make it clear enough that you can see it if you look.

Crowley is being very still.

Is there anything else special or different about what he's doing in that scene?

Yes!!! You have to look rather closely to see it, but it's there, yes!

He is positioned in a very particular way because of his left arm on the door to the car.

It's on the threshold.

He's a demon, a supernatural being, standing very still, at his own threshold for his own home as if he is inviting Aziraphale to come back to him.

There are 3 cuts of Crowley shown from the front.

Here is an even closer look at a thing I want you to see with the left arm in the first cut:

Look at how precise Crowley is being. The camera work is making sure that for at least a few frames, you can see the left sleeve has a little gap between it and the window we're going to see more clearly is open. Here is the second cut. The fingers are hiding this time.

By the third cut, his left hand is very deliberately set up in a way that his index finger is sticking out.

His other three fingers are against the door, or something near it. His skin is touching the door in three different places.

His right hand has four fingers pocketed but not the thumb. If you take the left hand fingers and combine them with that thumb outside the pocket on the right hand, he has a full set of digits for the equivalent of one hand, while his legs are crossed. Does that...count for, or do, something together?

I certainly suspected as much.

Crowley is...touching the door while he is touching the door.

And that is when I figured that the thresholds must be relevant to helping figure out the sideburns better.

We'll talk about thresholds more next time.

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