#oh and her shirt is supposed to say “it's hard being the hottest bitch here but someone has to do it”

[forgetful-river]

could i request some porrim? you're one of my favorite porrim artists <3

Hell yeah!! I love drawin her <3

[momotorin]

heya @idlesana i have news to say

gp! professor!sana is the sweetest, most responsive professor you've ever had. it's so crazy that she's patient with everyone, especially you. she knows that you've been having difficulty with her class, and makes sure that you're understanding and passing everything.

she's been too patient with you and you just can't help but to adore this absolute glory of a woman— kind, beautiful, and fuck does she know how to make you sit.

well, it wasn't your fault to miss her class. it was your best friend's party, and she's your first class, so you went to her class, half-awake, half-sober.

that was the only day you saw miss minatozaki mad. (and fuck, she's hot.)

after the class, she makes you sit, stares at you with her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose and looks through it with literally the angriest (hottest) version you've seen her.

"you're late, y/n," she stood up, hands on table, still looking at you. "it's your first class of the first semester yet you're here like some drunk fuck."

"so what?" you sighed. "miss sana i do appreciate the comcern but you can't j-"

"what do you mean by i can't just?" she inches closer to you, sitting just on top of the table with her eyebrows creasing in the middle, in anger with what you just said.

"you've said it before to me," she lowly chuckles. "you," she points at your chest. "cannot," she does it again, a little more forcefully. "pass," you try to make her stop, but you just froze at her reaction. "this," she looks at you. "fucking class," she presses, a little more to make you feel a certain pain. "without me."

"i mean it's just a reaction since you've been really helpf-"

"did you think i'm just supposed to be helpful to you all the time? dumb bitch." her hands are now on both sides of your chair, looking down on you. "not even trying to listen to me, just busy with her shitfaced hangover."

"miss min-"

she puts a finger on your lips to shut you up. "don't even try to reason it out. where were you last night? out being fucked by some girl, drunk, on the streets? you look like you'd be the type to."

"no, for fucks sake that was my best friend's party," i chuckled at her. "just got really drunk and it must happens th-"

"another worth from your filthy mouth or i'm going to punish you."

you just nodded, feeling her backing away from you.

"let's make a compromise," she sighs, leaning against her table once more. "let me fuck you like little bitch you are, and i'm going to help you pass. hell, i'd even retell the whole lesson when you're fully sober. deal?"

you couldn't stop yourself, so you stood up to take her into a kiss, deep, passionate, as your tongues clash with each other.

"oh, um," you pulled away, seeing sana display a smirk. "uh.. sorry i-"

"don't be," she chuckles as she held your cheek. she comes close to your ear, whispering, "bend your ass over for me on the table like the little slut you are."

you did, as told, and she pulls down your pants, leaving you in your red, lace panties.

"pretty," she chuckles, tracing her hands on the pattern that drew along your ass. "who's got you dressing up like this, hm?"

"i just didn't have anything lef-"

"i told you, dumb slut," she faces you again, now removing her tie from her neck, pulling it to tie on your wrists. "no talking until i say so. got it, baby?"

you just nodded, complying with her condition. she unbuttons her white dress shirt, slow, teasing as you just watch her get undressed infront of you.

she humms, finally removing her shirt, unclasping her bra. she then moves on to her skirt, revealing a skintight compression boxer underneath.

"fuck," she grunts, hurrying to move the boxers to free her 10 inch cock. "hmm," she sighs, finally removing the length, so hard and ready that you heard it slap to her stomach.

"open up," she held you by the cheek, making you look up at her. "be a good girl and suck mommy's cock." she says, tapping the head on your mouth, forcing you to open. you opened your mouth for her, the length and girth consuming until the tip of your throat, choking you. she puts your hair in a makeshift ponytail as she ruts her hips, not even letting you room to breathe.

"fuck, so tight," she grunts once more, fucking into your mouth faster, making you gag on her cock. "can't take it all, hm?" she teases, making her thrusts slow but forceful.

"take it," she sighs, cumming in your mouth, pulling out to let herself see you receive her cum. "swallow, baby," she said, putting a hand on your cheek. "be a good girl."

you swallow, looking into her eyes like pleading to remove the itch between your thighs.

she then moves, going to your ass, spanking it hard enough to make you yelp.

she pulls your panties down, seeing a trail of wetness that had formed. she kneels and spreads your ass cheeks apart, letting herself see your wetness, so ready and inviting.

she licks a stripe from your clit, to your slit, making her tongue taste your arousal and need for her.

you whined, and received another spank, removing her tongue away fron you.

"so desperate," she lowly chuckles as she stood up, lining her length to your wet, needy little pussy. "i bet you're going to be so tight and warm for me, huh."

she inserts herself in an instant, her full length and girth stretching you whole. "fuck!" you screamed in shock.

she giggled as she leaned to whisper on you. "bet it's your first time to be fucked like this, huh."

you just nodded as she thrusted, slow, getting used to the tightness of your cunt.

"fuck, maybe it's your first time," she says. "is it?"

"yeah, ah," you moaned, tearing up as the stretch was really painful, but her being so deep inside you brings you some kind of pleasure you couldn't explain. she lets you hold onto her hand, as she thrusts in and out of your wetness, slow, gentle, trying to get you to be a little loose. "more."

"yeah, more?" she says, now her hands are placed on both sides of your waist as she builds up her speed. "if you're going to behave, and be my little cocksleeve, i'll give you the most, hm?" she whispered, letting herself succumb into your tightness.

safe to say her best was to let you go down the hallways limping.

[yamithediaperdork]

Big Brother Loves you (Digimon)

Matt was riding cloud nine as he got ready for his date with Sora. no one was threatening the digi or real world, things with him and Sora were going great, and the sales of the new lone wolf's CD meant he had money to burn.

There were only two dark clouds in his sunny sky line was the fact TK had become more and more aggressive as of late, and belittling of Matt, because of the second problem: Matt had started bed wetting again.

It wouldn't of been so bad if TK didn't live with Matt, his share of the rent being paid by their parents and likewise for his food. and with school out all TK did was work out and lounge around the apartment while Matt had to mange the lone wolfs, keeping up gigs and doing band practice.

Since the accidents had started TK was always calling Matt 'little brother' or 'baby bro' or worse 'pissy pants' and after the fifth accident had gone out and gotten -4- packs of overnight diapers, using Matt's debit card.

when Matt had gone to say something about it TK had balled up a fist and brought it in like he was gonna punch Matt, making the older boy yelp and almost piss himself.

"That's what I thought. wear these to bed on your own Or I'll diaper you pissy pants. and If I diaper you, you're wearing the diapered till they're wet AND messy." TK had said and his evil smile left NO doubt in Matt's mind that he would follow though.

Still all that was behind him. He had booked a table at one of the finest restaurants in the city for him and Sora and then he'd gotten them a spot at the hottest club in town for drinks and dancing and finally reserved a hotel room for them.

It was going to be the perfect night and just thinking about Matt's head was up in the clouds, in a pair of black dress pants and a light green dress shirt that he didn't notice when TK came in, till his bully of a little brother spoke up.

"Oh my, your all dressed up for tonight! going out with the slut?" TK asked, smirking and leaning against the wall.

"D-Don't call Sora that, and yes, we're going out. Tonight's gonna be the night when we give yourself to each other. she's gonna be my first and I'm gonna be here." Matt said hotly.

"Awww, that's cute! you think she hasn't been ridding cock while waiting on you to build up the nerve to wreck her shit?" TK laughed. "Look baby bro, Let me spare you some time. That bitch has been putting out for any cock she could get her hands on, as long as it's 7 inches or more. Your little 4 inch wonder stands NO chance and let's be honest, your gonna blow your load in your pants before getting that far like you did during that slow dance at Joe's graduation party."

Matt was blushing super bad now, recalling the incident. Sora had been in a stunning gown, he'd been in a tux and halfway though the slow dance he'd creamed his pants so bad he'd stained her dress.

"T-That won't happen this time! Look, you're getting the house all to yourself tonight so just shut up and go plan a party alright?!" Matt huffed and Clenched a fist.

"Wait, your going out overnight? You sure Sora's gonna be ok with your 'little' problem?" TK said, noting Matt's fist and clearly not worried. "I doubt she's gonna wanna keep dating you after you piss on her in your sleep, and ditto when she see's you in your bed time diapies."

"Look asshole, just butt out of it and leave me alone or I'll-" Matt huffed, storming over and trying to get in TK's face, though due to a growth spurt TK was now the taller of them.

"You'll WHAT?" TK asked, and grabbed Matt by the collar with his left arm and hand and lifted him up off his feet and balled his hand into a fist and pulled his right arm back.

Without waiting for a answer Tk's threw the punch, though it stopped JUST in front of Matt's face the effect was instant and a hissing was heard as Matt's crotch dampened, then piss ran down his legs and puddled on the floor.

"That's what I thought bitch. I think your girlfriend deserves a night out with a real man." TK said and dropped Matt onto his ass, into the smelly puddle. "Get that mess cleaned up and then take a shower and meet me in my room. I'm gonna get you ready for the night."

With the mess cleaned up and Matt in the shower, TK listened to the soft sobs of shame and smiled even as he picked up his cell phone and starting to make a text message.

He'd gotten Sora's number from Matt's phone awhile back, and they had chatted off and on with TK asking her not to tell Matt he was messaging her, claiming Matt was the jealous type. So it was child's play to not only write a message explaining the full details of what kind of a loser Matt was, but to send her a few pictures of Matt in all his diaper bitch glory.

TK: Hey Sora, heard bout you and Matt's special night and I think there are some things you need to know about him.

Sora: Oh hey TK.

Like what?

TK: Well you already know he's a quick shot lol

Did he tell you how small he is?

Sora: LOL everyone knows about the quick shot thing.

Wait why do you know his cock size?

just how close are you two!?

TK: Well I know how 'big' he is because of his other other problem. He's a bed wetter and wears diapers to bed

Sora: LOL

Nice try TK

If your jealous just say so.

TK: Hey I'm not just blowing smoke. I got pictures and a video of him humping his huggies.

Sora: Surrre you do.

TK smirked and select a few of his favorite Matt pictures. one with him in just a diaper, on his back, hugging a teddy bear and sucking on his thumb in his sleep.

Anther with him holding a clearly soaked diaper away from him, holding it with just his index finger and thumb and holding his nose, in just a old white t-shirt.

and his favorite and most damning, Matt blushing and eyes closed, holding out a diaper and making it look like he was asking whoever took the picture (AKA him) to diaper him.

Sora: OMG O.O

TK: Still think I'm lying? XD

Sora: What the fuckkkk.. This looks less like bed wetting and more like he's a big fucking baby!!!!!

TK: XD well to be fair he loved being teased and treated like a little guy, so sometimes I wonder if he's still bed wetting.

or just using it as a excuse for huggies.

Sora: Wait, you said there was a video?

Let me see!!!

TK: heh, ok. it's about 5 min. long. perfect timing because piddle pants just got out of the shower after wetting himself LOL.

With the video sent to Sora, TK set his phone down and tugged out the extra pack of diapers he kept under his bed in case Matt ever tried to get out of wearing by saying he had used up all the ones in his room.

unlike Matt's normal bedtime diaper though, these were three times thicker and instead of being a basic white they had a nursery print on them.

there was a knock on his door and then it opened, and TK smirked, with the pack of 'little wussies, the baby diaper for big boys' sitting out on his bed and watching Matt's eyes go big and wide as he say what he would be wearing.

"T-TK no! please!" Matt mewed, his towel dropped to the floor and on his knees, hands together and begging. "I can't wear a diaper THAT thick out! Sora will notice fore sure! I'll be a good boy and wear one of the other diapers!"

TK thought about it for a second, but with Sora already told he figured it was too late for that fun.

"Relax Matt, I swear, Your not going out tonight in one of these diapers.Or in any diapers for that matter." TK said, coming over and tugging his so called big brother to his feet, a look of relief washing over Matt's face then replaced with confusion.

"Then.. why did you ha-" he started to ask, but TK cut him off.

"Because your not going out tonight. you're going to stay home and be tucked in bed save and sound like the little guy you are. I'M going to go out on your date with Sora and fuck her rotten..all on your dime." TK said and smirked.

"I..what!? Sora would NEVER agree to that! you can't do this!" Matt fumed and stomped a food.

"that's where your wrong. I might of texted her and gave her the impression your a closet diaper baby and she's more then a little shock. Right now she's watching a video of you humping your diapers while lisping about how much you love them." TK chuckled.

"But..but..You MADE me do that, you said if I didn't you were gonna kick my ass and lock me out for the night!!" Mat whined.

"Well -YOU- know that. and -I- know that. But who do you think Sora's gonna believe? the stud or the bed wetting loser?" TK asked smirking then giving Matt a look."Now, Your going in one of these diapers and your gonna pose for a picture to send to Sora one way or anther. we can do this the easy way where you let me do what I want, or the hard way where I spank your butt red and diaper you and take a picture anyways. Since I'm gonna get laid tonight I'm feeling generous and I'll let you pick: good boy or bad boy?"

Matt balled up his fists, looking ready to fright, starting to take a fighting stance.. then just dropped it and slumped forward, head hanging down.

"...I'll be a good boy." Matt said in a defeated voice, even as tears started to slide down his cheeks.

"Smart choice Mattie."

Sora couldn't believe what she was seeing as she watched the video over and over, waiting on TK to come back. Her so called stud in a diaper and humping his bed, moaning and coo'ing how much he 'wuv'ed his diapies' till he cried out and clearly creamed himself.

Sora was torn as she watched the video. On one hand she was upset that Matt had hidden this from her, She'd of never picked him over Tai if she had known he was a goo goo gaga diaper dork.

But on the other he WAS kinda cute in a pathetic sort of way and he WAS making decent coin.

"I suppose I could just blackmail to pay me to keep his dirty little secret." Sora mused out loud.

that DID leave her without a man though, Making her frown a little till she recalled just how in shape TK was and he was pretty good looking.

"then again small dicks might run in the family." she mused.

her phone buzzed and when she looked at the messages she was treated to a picture of Matt in just a babyish and thick diaper, tear stained cheek and holding up a sign that read 'plz dump me and go out with TK, He's hung.'

And to prove the point neck to Matt's tear stained face was a thick and long cock, ready to rub on the loser's cheek.

"..Well that settles that."

Still something like this shouldn't be done over a text, she was a proper lady after all and called TK's number instead.

As the phone rang TK smirked, tugging his pants back up and looking over at Matt.

"I wonder who that could be~" he snickered and answered. "Hello? Oh hey Sora... yeah that was my cock.... Uh-huh I thought as much. Sure you can still come over. I'll be getting a shower in and getting dressed for the night after I get the baby fed and put to bed." TK said, glancing over at a clock showing it was only 5:45 pm. "Hmm? Oh yeah, he's right here. Of course you can talk to him!"

Tk pulled the phone away from his ear and smirked at the sniffling Matt and held it out.

"It's for you diaper boy, Your 'girlfriend' wants to talk."

Matt whined and reached out, shaking as he took the cell phone and slowly put it to his ear.

"H-Hi Sora..L-Look I ca-" he started, but was cut off.

"There's nothing to explain Matt. I know everything. while I'll admit your a cute little pamper packer,I'm more into men who can get their rocks off without having to be pampered. So consider this your noticed that we're done, over, No more. I'll still come by and tease you but I'm going to be dating TK from now on." Sora said, a sharp edge to her voice and Matt felt the tears starting up again.

"But..but.." he whimpered.

"No butt's diaper boy. Now I will be nice and keep your love of huggies to myself and save your music career from flopping but my silence isn't for free. you're going to be spoiling me like the princess I am. Understood?" She asked.

"..I..Yes Sora." Matt whimpered and sobbed. "C-Can we at least still be friends?"

"heh, Awww~ How cute..and I'm gonna say not really. I'll put up with you when i've over there to be with TK but that's about it. I'm not gonna go out of my way to talk to you or be nice but I will make a effort not to make you cry, mostly because I hate the sound of bawling babies. Maybe if your a good boy and super spoil me I'll watch you hump a stuffie or whatever it is diaper losers like you do. Anyways, that's all I had to say to you, put your BIG brother back on the phone."

Matt was sobbing too hard at this point to say anything and rubbing his eyes with one hand, he held out the phone with the other.

TK took it back and ruffled Matt's hair.

"Thanks buddy. why don't you go and make yourself a bowl of cereal for your supper while the adults talk." TK said and Matt could hear Sora laughing.

Too defeated to argue, Matt nodded and started to stand up.

"what do you think your doing Mattie? In this house babies CRAWL." TK said.

Matt just whimpered and nodded, and on all fours crawled out of the room.

Tummy full of milk and cheerio's, Matt was put in a light green t-shirt that read 'diaper bitch' on the front in black text and was given a cock sharped pacifier with a green mouth guard to suck on, the dick being only 3 inches thankfully.

"There, you can picture it's yours and your getting a blow job as you got night night." TK snickered as he tucked Matt into his bed.

there was still sunlight coming into the room, even with his curtains closed.

"now I expect you to have that paci in your mouth and for that same diaper to still be on when I get back tomorrow morning, and I signed my name on the back of that diaper. I'll know if you removed it or changed it." TK warned.

Matt mewed and suckled on his paci and nodded he understood.

"I'll be taking your wallet of course and spoiling Sora, but if your a good little boy I might get you some baby toys. Have a good sleep loser, and dream about the pounding your EX girlfriend is gonna get." TK said and kissed Matt's forehead and headed for the door.

Pausing in the door frame he paused and looked over his shoulder.

"Oh and one last thing..remember big brother loves you~"

the end

[the-silentium]

A story of being idiots

Masterlist - A story of shirts - A story of having each others back

Pairing: Hunter x Reader, Bad Batch x Reader

Words: 1579 words

Warnings: Fluff for once. Hot kissing.

A/N: I think we’ve had enough of angst for this week. Here’s a lil’ piece of fluff until the world come crashing down :) (No, this chap is not because I didn’t have time to write much because my brother bought me the Halo:Master Chief Collection game. Totally not for that.)

Taglist: @haloangel391 @clone-rambles

"One of you will get hurt at some point." 

Tech's grumble did little to nothing to stop you and Wrecker from wrestling. The difference of strength was irrelevant here, you didn't care for the copious amount of time he easily pushed you to the ground. What you did care about was that none of you managed to throw the other down the ramp yet. 

The game was simple. The one to tumble down the flight of stairs lose. 

Now, Wrecker thought it was an easy win. Just like Crosshair and Tech did. But you had an advantage. You were a stubborn son of a bitch that liked to win against her loud bubbly brother. Plus, Hunter wasn't there yet to put an end to your game. 

You loved your brother. But as everyone knows, love hurts. And he'd be the one flying down the stairs on his ass. 

You fought against his arms trying to get a hold of yours to keep you from grabbing the door frame again. With a knee to the stomach, you kept your arms free. You almost win with your signature kick behind the knee and a push forward, but Hunter definitely chose this moment to make his way up the ramp and put an end to your fun. 

"What the hell is going on here?" 

You abruptly stopped your movement to push the big guy out of the ship, the idea of getting Hunter down the stairs with his brother wasn't one to entertain. You'd be in so much trouble that even your imploring eyes, pouty lips, and apologetic kisses would not be enough to help. 

"Just some harmless sibling bonding, that's all." You replied with your best innocent smile. You hoped he hadn't noticed the crates Wrecker and you were supposed to load into the ship instead of messing around. 

"I said no hitting your teammates." He crossed his arms over his chest, moving his unappreciative gaze from yours to Wrecker's. 

"But it's no hitting. It's just pushing." You countered as Wrecker got up from his position on the floor. 

It was a lie. You clearly hit Wrecker a couple of times, simply because you knew that your fists couldn't hurt him in the slightest. You'd never be able to bruise his skin so why would the rule apply to you? Oh right. Wrecker loved to follow the law of retaliation. 

"Game's over." He lifted his finger to point at the two of you. "No more pushing around like kids." 

Wrecker diligently obeyed like the good soldier he was deep down and walked away to find a new occupation, but you weren't. 

Hunter's eyes reduced to slits when you rolled your eyes, fingers twitching around the bag loop in his hand. You knew he hated your eye rolls at his expense, the harsh kisses and lip biting that usually followed were enough of an indication. You loved the intense make out as much as he hated the annoyed movement so he was at a disadvantage. 

He tried denying you the contact of his lips for a while, saying that brats didn't deserve his kisses, to which you answered with an eye roll. His resolution lasted for 2 days only. After 13 eye rolls from your part, he'd had enough. You were clearly doing it more often on purpose and it worked, you got to taste the caf he was previously drinking from the soft skin of his lips, and even got some of the hottest sounds you've heard from him up to this date. 

The bag loop fell from his shoulder so he could not so gently put the bag on the nearest counter and pull you behind him to the cockpit, as far away from the rest of the troopers as possible. 

Crosshair stayed silent while Tech sighed because he knew his cockpit would not be as organized as it was when his big brother was done with you. Just before the door closed behind you, Wrecker cheered at you to get some just before an excited squeal for hot food escaped his mouth. 

"You got food from the village?" You asked excitedly. Finally, a nice meal that wasn't the usual tasteless military rations. 

"Not for brats." He pushed you against the door, arms at each side of your head to effectively trap you. 

His face lowered to yours in a heartbeat, lips clashing in frustration and hunger. You eagerly accepted every ounce of irritation towards you, moaning slightly as his tongue entered your mouth to express his dominance. It was useless to fight him, his sharp senses deciphered every one of your weak spots that he could use at will to make you putty between his fingers. 

Calloused fingers reached your hips to move upwards, slipping under your shirt to dig into the flesh of your sides. The circles drawn onto the skin right under your ribs were blissful, almost causing you to shudder under his fingertips. 

Clothes have never been shed before and now wasn't the moment to start, but hands slipping under each other's shirts to feel the warm skin beneath has become a more common occurrence lately, after the bed-sharing.

It wasn't by territoriality or jealousy, it has come to your understanding that Hunter was fine with the fact that Crosshair was interested in a relationship with you, he simply didn't want to be tossed aside or forgotten. No, the touches were simply the next step in your agreed rhythm, slowly building towards more physical contact without jumping into the other's pants right away. 

The hands massaging your sides moved to your ass, the quick squeeze of his fingers telling you to jump without him having to separate his mouth from yours. 

Your fingers pulled at the hair on his neck, the newfound friction provided by his codpiece was too much for you to stay still. He grunted almost painfully, fully aware of the effect he had on your lower parts, the smells and touches and sounds all making him dizzy with lust. 

But now wasn't the time. His mouth unlatched from yours, allowing your head to fall back against the door for him to lick and kiss at your throat. He visited every spot that made you breathless, enjoying the feeling of your shaking flesh under his tongue while he could still take it. 

Soon he reached his point of no return and forced himself away from your skin, fingers gripping your hips under the effort. His face fell on your shoulder to calm his breathing, concentrating on your fingers slipping through his strands slowly, careful to not pull so you wouldn’t accidentally revive the dying fire in his lower abdomen. 

He pulled away to meet your eyes, his pupils were dilated, almost consuming all of the gorgeous brown rings that you loved to admire. He didn’t have to talk, his orbs were telling enough and you were sure yours were just as revealing. 

You fell for that man and he fell for you just as much. 

Your forehead moved to his, both your breath mending together. A smile pulled at your lips at something hitting the door behind you, the vibrations passing from the door to your back. 

“Stop eating each other’s faces. Lunch’s served.” You weren’t surprised at Crosshair’s annoyance. You knew the sniper was eagerly waiting for his turn to assault your lips. Apparently, he got addicted pretty quickly.  

“Not hungry for food.” He whispered, eyes glued to your lips once again.

“But I am.” You pushed against his chest after pecking his lips one last time. He followed your mouth, but you didn’t have any of it.

Back on your own feet, you passed a hand through your hair while another pair of hands straightened your shirt. 

Hunter opened the door and with a last kiss, you made your way to the back of the ship.

"I hope it's not too much of a battlefield in there." Tech seemed really unamused, poking at his plate when you entered the room.

"You’ll have fun cleaning everything up later." You snickered at his horrified look. This time nothing was out of place, so you could tease him. 

You took the seat right next to him and right in front of Wrecker who pushed a plate of vegetables with some brown cereal and a slice of unknown meat before you. It looked as delicious as it smelled. 

You immediately thanked him, not losing a second to feed the savory nutrients to your starving stomach. 

Hunter seated himself at his brother's side, leaving only Tech and yourself on your side of the table. 

"Need a drink?" Wrecker got up from his seat, stopping long enough to get your answer. 

With your full appreciation, you nodded to your big brother who got onto his feet to get bottles in the supply crates that were yet to be loaded onto the ship, thanks to two easily distractible soldiers. 

Your heart stopped as you saw him trip on his feet and fall down the ramp, painful yelps filling the common area of the ship. The rest of the oblivious boys jumped in their seat, not at the ruckus of their brother hitting the stairs in quick succession, but at your sudden victory cry. 

Laughing hard, you fell down your chair to clasp at your sides, leaving the rest of them to comprehend what actually happened by themselves. 

Soon you were a laughing, crying, breathless mess on the floor of the Marauder, totally unable to answer Tech's questions as Wrecker's low whines reached your ears, fuelling your laughter for another couple of minutes. 

You won.

[loth-wolffe]

About that Fox post: i absolutely love you for writing it, thank you for that

Also, for your consideration:

- Where were you during the zillo beast attack?

- throwing a surprise birthday party for him?

- going shopping together

- I have a scenario that him dating an investigative journalist would be very chaotic, any thoughts?

- what's the friendship with his brothers like?

- why do i fell he would be good with kids? Like your nephew or something

- on that note, does he get the dad genes from Jango?

- post-war AU? in the timeline where Palpatine chokes and dies like he's supposed to

- Getting!! Married!! (eventualy)

many Fox thoughts today, many thoughts

sorry this is so long, I have little self control and a lots of love for fox. i love u so much for asking this and letting me explore what a life with fox would be like.

also I apologize for being a h*rny bitch and not controling myself, so nsfw thots are marked like this so if u wanna skip that's fine.

and uh, first I'm gonna answer the investigative journalist hc and base everything about this in that solely thought because that's a galaxy brain thing to say.

I have a scenario that him dating an investigative journalist would be very chaotic, any thoughts?

AHDJSJ I LOVE THIS. okay okay but I feel like because of this job this is exactly why you guys met, like you needed some info and you asked some shiny but he didn't know a thing and you were like "is there someone I can talk with about this?" and when he's about to reply, Fox enters in action and he's like "need anything?" but sO COCKY.

he hates journalists mostly because some of them treat the clones very badly and never talk about the casualties or that kind of stuff about war, right.

like, it would turn into this-- banter filled with sexual tension that would've ended up in a make out session if 1. fox didn't have that much of self control and two if he weren't wearing his bucket.

it'd be like

"listen man-"

"it's commander for you." a pause, "or sir."

or like

"i need to do other things if you don't mind."

"i can think of a few you could be doing right now." and the way your eyes run through his entire body, even if he's all covered in plastoid but damn you if he isn't the hottest man walking, and he actually shivers, and gulps, because it's not like he wasn't thinking about that either, pushing down your pants and railing you right then and there in that fucking filthy alley. he is well aware how his suddenly codpiece feels too tight, but you only smirk and go, "you know, like giving me the information I need?"

KDJSJ IMAGINE THE POWER. THE POSSIBILITIES.

it'd be so ridiculous, but you also caused this impression on him that when you turned away to go on your business he was dEVASTED, but he didn't want to let u know he actually liked you. He's stubborn, that man.

So by some miracle when you're investigating something, you guys run into each other bc he's on patrol or something and he's GIDDY. but also frozen in place bc he didn't think he would ever see you again, mostly because Coruscant is big and has too many people in it. and you're like

"ah, commander fox, isn't it?" and he quickly resumes to say something that shows how aNNOYED he pretends to be, but he ends up tagging alone because "these parts are not safe"

"oh?"

"you'd need protection."

and the smirk you have is sO ARROGANT because it's not your first rodeo.

"you wouldn't want to have a civvie getting killed or something on your watch now, would you?" and he clears his throat and nods sharply. and you give him this innocent eyes and bat your lashes, "my hero."

and if you think those words didn't do aNYTHING to him, you're mistaken u hear me, he's instantly hARD.

so anyways after that YOU ask him out, and he's like, stuttering and saying yes and all.

now some random thoughts on this magnificent hc.

• if it can't be himself, he would always have the men he trusts the most going on patrols around the zone you're around in case something happens.

• he lOVES when you rant about something new you discovered, and when he asks for mOre info bc he's a, how do you say chismoso?, he loves gossip??? anyways and you're like "nu huh, you gotta wait till tomorrow, foxie"

• he aLWAYS makes sure to read/see your job, either if you work for some newspaper, magazine, etc or if you're on the TV he nEVER misses it.

• if you work for the TV, his brothers are always like "fOX YOUR GIRL IS ON THE HOLONET LIKE RN!!!" and he gives them this bitch face because he kNOWS THANK YOU.

• alright but imagine going on dates with him and being like "did you know there was an investigation last year around this part that–?" ROMANCE AT ITS PEAK.

• if his shift ends before you even think of going home, he definitely joins you on your investigations.

Where were you during the zillo beast attack?

uhh, I think you'd be home, like maybe you turned in early and fox maybe didn't know, so he was almost in tears when he called you after the whole thing happened because he was so worried.

of course, during the attack, he tried to push the thought aside, bc I think all clones have this, uh, switch, that makes them not worry during missions that much? just like, have this thought here and there but nothing serious that would make them paralyzed and have a panic attack right there. but every second he thought of you and hoped you were alright.

unlike you, that were worried sick because you saw the chaos unfold, the troopers arriving in shuttles and the jedi doing whatever they were doing and you just heard destruction. you DID cried a bit and when fox called you, you cried even harder. and he was like "it's alright, I'm alright baby."

that night he hold you SO tight, whispering sweet nothings on your ear and never stopped kissing you once. you barely got any sleep because you were so afraid of waking up only to find out the other died on the attack and it was all a dream.

throwing a surprise birthday party for him?

AAAAAH THIS IS SO CUTE.

now, clones don't exactly have a birthday???? but he did all these nice things for your birthday (he and the boys baked you a cake that was sO UGLY and tasted a bit weird) so you thought you could surprise him too.

it's most likely he gives you the date when he graduated from Kamino or something and for all the years you're with him, you never miss his "birthday" at first you did something quiet, like a dinner at your place, bought him something nice, gave him a bath or something and spoiled the shit out of him.

so for the second year, you threw him a party in his office, made him this cake or whatever and decorated with red and white balloons and invited a few troopers that wanted to help you and he was stoic for a moment, but then you were like "hAPPY BIRTHDAY!" and hugged him so tight and he relaxed under your touch and whispered this small "thank you baby"

everyone congratulated him and he was a bit awkward but when they start telling all these stories of them and fox on the job, he starts to loosen up a bit, so while everyone is eating cake he hugs you from behind and chuckling lowly in your ear as he listens to his brothers.

he dOESNT like pda like I said but he forgets for a moment because he just loves you sO SO SO SO MUCH. it's also easier for him to whisper filthy things into your ear and mumble how good you are for him, that he doesn't deserve you, that he can't wait for everyone to leave cause he wants to have his present (you) nipping your earlobe and making u all hot and bothered and would def fuck you nice and hard on his desk. yup

going shopping together

imagine, jUST IMAGINE, he'd look like your personal bodyguard 😭😭 like, he'd be behind you carrying most of your bags and people would look at you wondering who are you, why are you sO important to have the commander of the Coruscant guard with you???

but like, you don't care and fox doesn't even notice, and he'd be so attentive, faking to be both annoyed and uninterested but he'd see this nice shirt or dress or whatever and grumble something like "you'd look good on this" i just-

and like when you pass by the lingerie store, dUDE, he'd make you model for him, him sitting like he fucking owns the place, getting harder and harder every time he sees you in a new pair of underwear and when you show off this cute little red set. damn.

if you go to the market or something, he'd always love to show you these things like "look at that" or just pull you towards this stall and you'd adORE to show him stuff like, "ohh, fox here try this" or "what you think about this?" and stuff like that.

what's the friendship with his brothers like?

i think it'd be very easy-going and light, they would tease you sometimes, but they really like you, mostly because they see fox isn't as stressed as before and they see how happy he is when around you.

they think he deserve it, to have somewhere where he's free and loved, so yeah.

they sometimes ask him about you and never miss a chance to say hi when you stop by the office.

the boys absolutely ADORE you.

why do i fell he would be good with kids? Like your nephew or something. does he get the dad genes from Jango?

HE WOULD AND HE DOES.

like, I think at first he'd be very hesitant when it comes to children, like he'd be nervous when you introduce him to your niece and when you ask him if he wants to hold her, he says a quick no and just prefers to watch you, heart feeling funny when you make faces at the little baby in your arms.

at some point he dOES hold her, with such care and a gentleness that makes your heart flutter, and he coos softly as she sleeps soundly in his arms, rocking her with a delicacy you thought impossible from such hard man, and when he looks at you his eyes shine with this flash of something you can quite place but makes your heart skip a beat and think of how much you'd love to have this, with him, a little family, a baby that has his curls and maybe your eyes, a mix of your skin color with his and maybe his stubbornness completed by your charisma. a perfect little thing for you two to hold and care and love.

he'd be such a good dad, but then again every clone would be the most fantastic dad bc it's literally in their genes.

if you have a nephew that is, u know, older but still a kiddie, like 5 or 6, the lil boy would be aMAZED by fox, he'd love him so much, like imagine, always asking for the commander, wanting to play with him, asking fox to carry him eVERYWHERE, and at first fox would be like, shy and uncertain and he wouldn't know how to act until he accepts the fact that this little boy really likes him and looks up to him and fox becomes The Cool Uncle™

post-war AU? in the timeline where Palpatine chokes and dies like he's supposed to and Getting!! Married!! (eventualy)

well, in my post-war AU, clones get Rights™ and get paid and have vacations and stuff, sO, maybe you get to have Fox for a little more time and his schedule isn't as bad as it was during the war, so maybe after the war you get home to a nice dinner and fox using this silly apron and sometimes you come home early just so you can cook with him.

maybe you go on holidays to these nice places, going to the beach or the woods and finally settling somewhere quiet, start a family in this nice house or if you don't want kids then it's just the two of you and maybe a few pets.

i think the wedding would be officiated in Coruscant, of course, so his brothers and your fam can go, he'd definitely cry when he see you walking down the isle or when you put the ring on his finger and he'd be so so so happy, dancing with you all night, being so clingy because he's just Over the moon, y'know, kissing your cheeks and neck, whispering how lucky he is and how much he loves you, and how good you look, never leaving your side and always leaning over with pouty lips for you to kiss him.

when he proposed it was during one of your sweet, soft times with him, maybe in the aftertaste of your sexy times, as he holds you close to his chest, fingers running up and down your skin, as he stares at the ceiling and the question comes out as if he were talking about the weather, his heartbeat is slow and steady and it's one of those times he feels confident and sure.

you have talked about a future together, so he knows you'd say yes.

it's more a statement than a question, really.

"marry me." he would say, so quietly, almost a whisper. and when you look up you only find this beautiful emotion filling his eyes.

"what?" you just want to make sure you heard right, he'd smile softly, cup your cheek and as his thumb caresses your skin he'd whisper.

"will you marry me?"

you oBVIOUSLY say yes while ugly sobbing.

[wikiangela-fanfics]

"I could really eat somethin'"

This is a fic from Fictober 2019 (I wrote only two, lol) and it’s kind of based on “That 70′s show” and their Circle - so all the stuff of how they act is based on the show, I have no idea if it’s accurate even a little bit

And again, I liked the idea, but I feel like I fucked up the second half of this fic hah

Ao3

Summary:  Dean and his friends go out to eat something while being high, in the middle of the night. As chance would have it, they meet Dean's crush.

Words: 4514

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It was Friday night. Actually, it was already Saturday. Four teenagers were sitting in a circle at the round table. They were all in great moods. It was probably mostly due to the joint they were sharing. They were finishing another one and they were quite high at this point. But let’s introduce them first.

First, sitting in an armchair, a little bent towards the table, with huge grin on his face, was Dean Winchester. He was laughing at something someone said, tho he wasn’t really sure what it was. Even in his washed out jeans and a t-shirt with a band name, and high, he looked gorgeous. Back in high school he was one of the hottest, most popular guys. Not that he cared about all that. He was a twenty-one year-old college student now, and they were sitting in his small apartment at the moment.

To Dean’s left was his best friend, Charlie Bradburry, sitting in the middle of the couch, talking passionately about something. They’ve been friends forever and now they were going to the same university. Her beautiful red hair was up in a ponytail, with few strands of hair and her fringe loose all around her face. She was wearing Dean’s t-shirt, because she spilled coke all over hers, being her clumsy self.

Opposite to Charlie, and to Dean’s right there was his other best friend, Benny Lafitte, on an ottoman, holding the joint at the moment and taking a drag on it. He was also Dean and Charlie’s friend. They all met at the same time in elementary school and were inseparable since. Benny too went to college with Dean and even used to live with him for a while, before they decided that living together was not good for their friendship. They drove each other crazy.

And finally, opposite to Dean, in another armchair, was Sam Winchester. He was Dean’s younger brother. He was seventeen, in high school, and visiting his brother during winter break. But he was… not like his brother. In Dean’s words, he was a geek. With great grades and already knowing exactly what he wants to do in the future. Dean was in college, but even he had no idea what he wants to do. Sam wasn’t smoking with them. He took few puffs just so they wouldn’t tease him about how lame and uptight he is. And he knew them all for years, he knew they would do that. Then they stopped paying attention and he was just observing them with amusement.

“I could really eat somethin’.” Dean said, interrupting Charlie’s rant about something he wasn’t listening to.

“You always do.” Charlie laughed, rolling her eyes. “Anyway...  what was I talking about?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows and trying to remember.

“I honestly have no fuckin’ idea.” Benny said, giggling , and passing the joint along to Dean.

“You’re pretty.” Charlie said to Dean and chuckled.

“You’re prettier.” he answered with a wink, then taking a drag of the joint.

“Well, duh.” she said, laughing again. “Gimme” she took the spliff from his hand, smoking it instantly.

“I think you’ve had enough, babycakes.” Benny reached across the table to take it from her, but she dodged from his hand.

“Look who’s talking.” she said, taking another drag. Then she gave it to Sam, who immediately gave it to Benny, who after a while gave it back to Dean, who just remembered that he’s hungry.

“Guys, I’m starving.” Dean said again, in a kind of whiny tone. “Let’s go out.”

“Yeah, I could eat too.” Benny shrugged.

“Yay, food!” Charlie exclaimed. She was probably the highest of them all. She was already up, going to the front door and putting her shoes on.

“You good, Sammy?” Dean asked his younger brother, of course thinking it was his first time smoking. It wasn’t. And he wasn’t really smoking right now anyway. Dean stood up and put out the joint.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded, also standing up. “So we’re going out?”

Benny and Charlie were already out the door, with shoes and jackets on. They were laughing about something on the staircase.

“Yeah, we gonna eat.” Dean grinned. He couldn’t help it.

“Where?” Sam asked, putting his jacket and shoes on.

“Well…” Dean started, but got interrupted.

“How about this diner around the corner?” Benny said. “You know, the one where the guy you’re in love with works.” he said and Dean was surprised that his tone wasn’t even teasing like always. He just said that so casually, like it was the most common fact.

“I’m not.” Dean said. “But whatever. We can go there.” not like the guy’s gonna be there anyway. It was middle of the night and Dean saw him there only during days. And he knew for a fact that it’s open 24/7. He’s there quite a lot, especially on weekends, when the guy works.

“In love, huh?” Sam asked teasingly. That he was not aware of, and he was undoubtedly the person that knew literally everything about Dean.

“Shut you cakehole, bitch.” older brother said, but he couldn’t contain a smile. Mostly because he was that high.

"Jerk." Sam muttered back.

They all went out of the building and started walking down the street. They were all talking and laughing. Charlie and Dean were walking hand in hand. Benny and Sam were right next to them. It was around 2am. There weren’t many people out.

Few minutes later they went into the diner. And Dean stopped suddenly, unknowingly pulling Charlie back towards him, and causing Benny and Sam behind them to almost bump into him.

“Dude, what the fuck-” Benny started, but then he just snorted and tried to suppress a laugh. “So he is here.” he added. “Sammy, meet your brother’s great, unrequited love.”

“Maybe a little louder, would ya?” Dean said, trying to appear annoyed. But he wasn’t really capable of being annoyed right now, thanks to the weed. He was too relaxed. He pulled Charlie towards the nearest free table. It wasn’t hard, just two others were occupied. “And to you he’s Sam.” he added, knowing that the kid’s gonna say it anyway.

“C’mon.” Benny rolled his eyes, sitting down opposite to him and Charlie.

“Dean’s right.” Sam said, sitting next to him. “Only Dean calls me ‘Sammy’, which I still hate by the way.” he said with his famous annoyed expression and Dean laughed.

“Even our parents are not allowed to call him that.”

“We know.” Charlie spoke up. “We’ve known you for quite some time.”

They all started bickering, when someone approached the table.

“Hello, what can I get you?” they all looked at the waiter. Dean swallowed loudly. It was him. No amount of weed would make him relaxed enough to not be a little bit nervous around his crush.

“Hey Cas.” Dean cleared his throat, looking away from him. “I’ll have the usual.”

They all placed their orders and Cas went away, with Dean observing him. Cas was in a really well-fitting pair of black jeans, and a white polo shirt that they were supposed to wear in the diner, and a red apron. And he looked good. Like always. His dark hair all messy. But the thing about him Dean liked the most, in appearance, were his eyes. So blue and bright and… deep and nice and Dean was so in love with those eyes. He also loved Castiel’s sense of humor and the way he got confused when he didn’t understand a joke or a reference. Or how smart he was and he seemed to know every fact there is about everything. And he was so nice and helpful to people. They talked quite a lot. But not long, because Cas was always working. And Dean never had the guts to ask him out, even as friends. And when they weren’t talking and Dean was in the diner, he liked to observe him. He knew all his cutest smiles and expressions. And he was a little creeped out by himself, but he didn’t care.

“You’re staring.” Charlie said in a singsong tone.

“So what?” Dean found himself not really caring if Cas notices. But that lasted a moment, after which he came back to reality. “I’m hungry.” he said again.

“Dude, we just ordered. Be patient.” Benny rolled his eyes, smiling.

Dean and Benny started talking, Sam pitched in from time to time, mainly just listening, while Charlie was ignoring them completely, drawing on napkins with pen she asked another waiter for.

“Wow, that’s nice.” Sam said to her, while other guys were still talking.

“Thanks, Sammy.” she grinned and stuck out her tongue when he rolled his eyes. “You know you’re stuck with ‘Sammy’, right?”

“Yeah, unfortunately.” he sighed, but he had a little smile. They were like family. “But it’s okay, as long as it’s just you three.” he knew he would not win with them. With Dean. To Dean he will always be his little brother Sammy and he had to come to terms with it.

Just then Cas came over with a tray full of their food. He put everything on the table.

“Thanks, Cas.” Charlie grinned at him.

“That’s pretty.” he pointed to Charlie’s drawing.

“It’s nothing.” she chuckled. “You’re cute.” she added, looking up at him, and before she said anything else that might be stupid or about Dean, Dean nudged her with his elbow, maybe a little too hard. “Oh wow, I’m hungry.” and she dug in her food, already forgetting what she said.. They were still high.

“Enjoy your meal.” Cas smiled, a little abashed, and then was gone.

Just then Charlie said seriously “If you’re not gonna ask him out, I will.”

“What?” Dean turned towards her, shocked. “You’re a lesbian.”

“And still, he’s so dreamy even I am attracted to him.” she said, a little bit jokingly, but the rest of them couldn’t be sure. “I was never even attracted to you, and according to every girl in high school, that was impossible.” she pointed out.

“That’s not true, shut up.” Dean took a bite of his food. “If you go out with him, we’re not friends anymore.”

“You gonna break up with me?” she asked in a mockingly shocked tone. “Over a guy ? How can you even say that?” she theatrically put her hand on her chest. “Wait, you’re not gonna, are you?” she seemed genuinely concerned now.

“He’s not just any guy.” Benny said. Dean just kept eating, because he was really hungry. Normally they wouldn’t stop with the jokes and teasing, but they were stoned now, so one of them will change the subject soon. The only thing he would worry about, if he was sober, was that they were talking incredibly loud. “He’s the one . The one that wrapped Dean around his finger not even trying.”

“Seriously?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah.” Charlie nodded and then started laughing. Then she got all serious. “Guys!” she exclaimed. “What if we all got magic powers, like, like wizards- Like, what if we were supposed to go to Hogwarts but we never got out letters?!” she seemed really concerned about this, which was really funny to the rest of the group.

“Wait.” Benny thought about something intensively. “Yeah, I think I’ve heard it already tonight.”

“Really?” she was confused.

“Yeah, you’ve been talking about it before Dean suggested food.” Sam said. He was still the sober one.

“Oh.” she said, and it seemed like she was suddenly deep in thought. “I would eat some ice-cream.”

“Later.” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “Oh fuck, it’s good.” he added, pointing to his food. “But we gotta get ice-cream after this.”

“Yes!” Charlie clapped.

“This coke is the best!” said Benny, sipping the drink he ordered.

Sam was amazed at how quickly their moods and topics were changing, basically this whole night. He knew how weed worked, but still, he never saw his big brother like that, so it was weird.

When they were finished with the food, they spent a bit more time there, just sitting and talking. Then they paid and left. They started walking back towards Dean’s apartment, Benny and Charlie deep in conversation about some sci-fi movie they both watched and now they were discussing and freaking out over the end of the world. Sam was to them listening with amusement, and Dean was deep in thought. Then suddenly he stopped.

“I’m gonna be right back.” he pulled the keys out and gave them to Sam. And then he just turned around and walked away.

“What?” they were all confused.

“We were supposed to get ice-cream!” Charlie remembered.

“Let’s go then.” Benny decided. “Dean’s loss.”

“Are there any places with ice-cream even open right now?” Sam, of course, was the voice of reason.

“Shoot, I didn’t think of that.” Charlie said, looking like she’s about to cry.

“Then we’ll find some 24/7 supermarket or something and we’ll eat ice-cream at home.” Benny said. “Sound okay?”

***

Meanwhile, Dean felt bold and stoned and he was not thinking clearly. So he decided to do something stupid.

He went back to the diner and saw Cas wiping tables.

“Hey.” he said, walking over to him.

“Oh, hi.” Castiel looked at him. “Did you forget something?”

And Dean got lost in those blue eyes. And all he wanted to do was kiss Cas’ lips. But... Keep in mind that he was intoxicated, when he mindlessly said, or maybe even muttered “I could really eat somethin’.”

“What?” Castiel squinted his eyes adorably as he did, when he was really confused. “You just ate, Dean.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” Dean chuckled uncomfortably. “Sorry, I’m a little high. Um, what I wanted to say was-” he took a deep breath. “You wanna go out with me sometime?” he said quickly and nervously. The only reason he got it together was weed and even that wasn’t enough to not stress about Cas’ answer. Or maybe it was starting to wear off? He wasn’t sure.

“Of course.” Castiel smiled widely.

“I mean, on a date.” Dean added, not sure if the beautiful angel in front of him understood. He bit his lip nervously, while Cas just chuckled.

“I got that. I would love to go on a date with you.” Cas said slowly so it would really get to Dean. “Just don’t be high then.”

“Yeah, ‘course.” Dean laughed. “I’ll give you a call.”

“You don’t have my number.” Cas said, pulling his pad and a pen, writing a number and then tearing the page out of there and giving it to Dean. “Here.”

“Thanks.” Dean smiled. “But I really could eat somethin’. It’s the weed.” he explained. “I think we were gonna get ice-cream.”

“We have ice-cream.” Cas said. “We can share.” he smirked.

“Sure.” Dean said, already forgetting about his friends. “But this will not count as the first date.” he added.

***

Later that night, maybe around 3:30am, he was back in the apartment, where the rest of them were eating ice-cream from a box.

“Suckers.” he laughed. “I just had ice-cream with Cas. And I got a date. Sorry, Charlie, he’s mine.” Dean grinned and his friends were in shock.

“I knew you had the guts to ask him out.” Benny finally said. “Well, really I didn’t, but good for you.”

“Congrats. And don’t fuck it up.” Sam spoke.

“I guess I prefer ladies anyway.” Charlie shrugged.

Dean sat down with them and after the box of ice-cream was empty, they all went to sleep.

***

The next day, when the weed wore off and Dean was sober, he woke up and started panicking.

"I asked Cas out." he said to himself. He pulled the number out of his pocket, as he didn't change before sleep, and just stared at it for some time. "And he said yes. Fuck me.” he covered his face with his hand, still not believing that it actually happened. But he knew it did. He didn’t remember much of last night, but he definitely remembered his talk with Cas.

“I’m sure he will, but shut up.” Charlie groaned next to him, turning her back to him and taking more of the covers with her. She wasn’t a morning person. Well, neither was Dean, but he was too nervous about his date. They were sleeping in his bed, Sam was on the couch in the living room, and Benny on the floor in living room.

Dean rolled his eyes and got out of bed. He quickly put Cas’ number into his phone. He knew that Castiel is probably asleep after night shift, and also he didn’t want to be the guy that calls right away. That would seem lame. Although he did not want to wait too long...

So he called him later that day, when his friends went back to their houses and it was just him and his brother.

“Hello?” Cas answered and Dean felt this familiar warm feeling he got every time he heard Cas’ voice.

“Hey Cas. It’s Dean.” he said and went to his room, to be alone and so Sam, who was sitting in the living room watching tv, would not hear his conversation.

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel said. “I’m glad you called.”

“I’m calling about that date… because I did ask you out on a date, right?” he added, suddenly doubting himself.

“Yes, you did.” Cas laughed. “You really were that high, huh?”

“I guess.” Dean bit his lip. “So, are you free anytime next week? Around 6pm maybe?”

“I’m free tomorrow night.” Cas said, but then added quickly “But we can find time next week too, I just thought- Nevermind, sorry.”

“No, that’s cool. I mean, that’s even better.” Dean assured. “Honestly I wanted to ask you even about tonight, but I didn’t wanna be too, um, pushy, I guess. But I’ve been wanting to ask you out for so long that the sooner the better.”

“Okay, great.” Dean could swear he heard Cas smiling. “Tomorrow night, then.”

“Oh, wait.”  Winchester suddenly remembered that his brother is staying with him for another few days. He opened the door and called “Yo, Sammy, you gonna be okay if I leave you here alone tomorrow night for a couple hours?”

“I’m gonna be fine, Dean.” Dean could see only his back, but he was sure Sam just rolled his eyes. “Go on your big date and have fun.”

“Thanks, little bro.” he closed the door again. “Sorry ‘bout that.” he said to the phone. “It’s just that my brother’s visiting and, you know.” he shrugged, although Cas obviously couldn’t see him.

“So tomorrow around six?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Should I pick you up?”

"Sure, why not.” Cas chuckled. “I’ll text you the address.”

***

He was really nervous for the rest of the day, and the next day. Normally, when he or his friends were feeling stressed, they would smoke a bit, just enough to relax. But he promised Cas he would be sober. Besides, he wanted to remember everything exactly.

But he didn’t even know where to take him or what to wear.

“Dean, relax.” Sam sighed, when Dean was running all over the apartment, looking for his favourite t-shirt. “You’ll figure out what you wanna do together.”

“Yeah, but still. I have no clue- ah, shit!” he exclaimed after he hit his foot against the couch. “I really want this to work out. It has to.” he added, running back to his room. “What t-shirt did Charlie wear yesterday? You know, the one she took from my closet?”

“I don’t know, didn’t pay much attention to that. Just wear whatever, you always look the same.” Sam was getting annoyed. His brother was insufferable sometimes. “And you never really cared what you wore on dates.”

“Yeah, but this is Cas.” Dean had to go out in twenty minutes if he wanted to be on time. “I really, really like him, Sammy.” he stopped in the door to his room and looked at his brother.

“I know.” Sam sighed. “And he likes you too, don’t worry. I honestly don’t know any person, who isn’t a teacher, who didn’t like you.” he said, because, yeah, Dean wasn’t so popular with the teachers. He was doing good at school, but his attitude wasn’t always the best. He was kind of a smart-ass.

“Funny.” Dean rolled his eyes. “And he’s gonna be a teacher.” he mumbled, going back to looking through his closet. Cas was working at the diner on weekends, and for the rest of the week he was in college too.

“Then you’re screwed.” Sam joked and got a pair of socks thrown at his head. “I’m kidding! Jerk.” he scoffed, getting up to take a beer out of the fridge. He loved being at Dean’s place, because he could do whatever he wanted, like drink beer that his brother would buy him.

“Bitch.” Dean responded. After few minutes he walked out of his room in blue jeans, black t-shirt with unbuttoned, red, plaid shirt over it. “Be honest, how do I look?”

“Like I said, same as always.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“You’re no help.” Dean scoffed and FaceTimed Charlie, asking the same question. She was at some party, getting drunk and high again.

“You look awesome!” she yelled, through the music. “I’m sure you gonna get some tonight!”

Sam laughed at that and Dean just hung up. It was about making good impression, not...ugh. Well, Cas knew him for over a year now and still wanted to go out with him, so maybe he didn’t have to panic as much. And he kinda ruined the ‘first’ impression when he asked him out while high… All that is left is not making a fool out of himself on the date.

***

He parked his car in front of the building Cas lived in. He got out of the car and that’s when he saw the door opening and Cas was walking towards him, wearing a light blue shirt and black jeans, with unzipped jacket over his shoulders.

“Right on time.” Cas grinned.

“Yeah, like to be punctual. For the important things.” Dean chuckled. “Fuck, you’re cute.” he said without thinking, looking at Castiel’s smile. Cas blushed and gave him a sheepish smile.

“You too.” he said and they were silent for a moment. “Is this awkward?” he then added, feeling a bit weird.

“Only if we let it be.” Dean answered, opening the car door for Cas. He was acting way more confident than he felt. “So how about dinner?”

***

They ended up going to the dinner, then to the movies, and then finally ended up in a bar, drinking beer and talking. Turns out, once they got past the awkwardness, they couldn’t stop talking about basically everything.

“So do you smoke often?” Cas asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“What?” Dean was caught off guard, as they were just talking about the fact that they like the same books.

“I mean weed. You know, when you asked me out-”

“Oh, yeah, right.” Dean interrupted him with a little chuckle. “Yeah, I was pretty stoned. But not too much, okay? I know when to stop, unlike one of my best friends.” he added.

“So do you do this often?” Castiel asked again.

“I mean, when I’m very stressed, or when I’m with my friends and we’re bored... “ he bit his lip. “Maybe quite often.” he shrugged. But then he thought that maybe Cas asked because he doesn’t want to be with a person who gets baked all the time. “But not that much, I mean, it’s not like we do it every day. And weed is not that bad-”

“I know, okay.” Cas interrupted him with a smile. “I don’t have a problem with that. I like you.”

“Well, that’s good. ‘Cause I like you too.” Dean grinned.

“Good. I was only asking, because I never did it, so-”

“Wait.” Dean’s eyes widened. “You’re tellin’ me you never smoked weed?”

“Never had the chance.” Cas shrugged.

“Well, do you wanna?” Winchester asked, not really thinking.

“Why, do you have some?” Cas laughed, but he caught himself really considering it. You gotta try everything, right?

“Not on me, but I got a stash at my place. We could go even now. I mean, if you want to. And my brother’s there, but he’s cool.”

“Okay.” Cas said, surprising them both. “Let’s go.”

“Now?” in answer Cas just nodded.

***

So half an hour later, they were sitting on Dean’s couch, and Dean was lighting up a joint. Meanwhile, Sam was in Dean’s room, where Dean told him to go, reading a book.

Cas smoked for the first time and it wasn’t that bad. At first he didn’t feel anything. Then he  started to feel kinda funny. And he was laughing and didn’t even know why.

“For a first time, I think that’s enough.” Dean said after a while. He laughed too.

“I want to kiss you.” Cas said out of the blue, looking Dean straight into the eyes. He was thinking it the whole evening, and now it just kinda slipped out of his mouth.

“That’s fine by me.” Dean smiled, leaning in. He was too chilled out to be stressing about it. When their lips met, he felt ten times higher than he was. It was so amazing and new and exciting. And they both couldn’t stop smiling during the kiss. After they broke the kiss, they just looked at each other.

“You know what?” Cas chuckled, his forehead against Dean’s.

“What?” Dean asked, pulling a little bit away and looking into those beautiful eyes.

“I could really eat something.” at that they both burst out laughing. So they decided to ask Sam to make them some sandwiches. He wasn’t happy about it, but he did it anyway. It was Dean’s big date, he didn't want to be the one ruining something, even by not making a fucking sandwich.

And years later, when Dean and Cas moved in together, they still couldn’t believe that it all started from weed. If it wasn’t for that night when Dean got high and wanted to go out to eat, who knows if he would ever had the guts to ask Cas out? Maybe Cas would ask him? Although he was never really sure if Dean was interested and didn’t want to make a fool of himself. Anyway, the sentence “I could really eat somethin’” has become one of the inside jokes for the group of friends, and, more importantly, a really important thing for Cas and Dean. A sentence that started it all. Or maybe it was weed? Well, they were thankful to both.

That night with his friends, smoking in the Circle, forever was the memory Dean would cherish, even if he remembered it really vaguely. He got the love of his life out of all this. The person who he would be with for the rest of his life. Turns out, weed can be really helpful, huh?

[nakoujou]

Detention: One-Shot

In which Class A gets detention, and the only priority is to find out who got caught making out in the boys’ locker room (Crackfic, slight Todomomo, warning for lots of cursing).

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They had only wanted to escape the gruesome, summer heat. An innocent group text inviting everybody to sneak into U.A.’s swimming pool. It was supposed to be a chill kickback, just to lounge in the cooling sensation of the waters. 

But here they were on Sunday afternoon, stuck in their homeroom to write a 5 paragraph apology essay after Aizawa and Midnight caught them. Nobody wanted to be here, already struggling to deal with one of the hottest days of July. Midoriya wondered how many would actually complete the assignment. Half of them were already dozing off, defeated from the cruel heat waves seeping through the window.

Aizawa-sensei - already annoyed from the normal school week - entrusted supervision duties to the only other student worthy of disciplining his troublesome classmates and not ignoring curfew.

"This is an embarrassment to our class!” Iida yelled, unraveling the list of strikes. “Underage drinking, unsupervised Quirk battles, inappriopriate ki-”

And suddenly, everybody’s energy zapped right back at Iida’s loud gasp. It wasn’t like their Class President to halt in the middle of a lecture, clenching the paper.

Iida took a big gulp, lowering his head as his hands shivered. “’I-I-Inappropriate kissing in the boys’ locker room.”

Across all desks, Class A shared the same expression: wide eyes, jaws dropping, blood-curling screams blasting from their mouths. 

“KISSING??!!!”

“Are you shitting us?!” Ashido gasped. 

“Wait, everybody at the pool party is in detention right now,” Tsu pondered. “Which means...”

"WHICH FUCKER HERE GOT A HICKEY?!!” Kirishima screamed.

“H-Hickey?” Yaoyorozu gasped, covering her mouth. “W-W-Why-”

“So innocent, Yaoyorozu!” Sero teased her. “No guy takes you to the locker room without gunning for second base.” 

"W-Wait! We should be more respectful of the person. What if they’re not ready to talk about this?” Midoriya said. Whoever it was here, he couldn’t imagine the embarrassment they were feeling right now.

“We’re Class A! We’re family, and family tell each other everything!” Ochaco declared. “We need to know!”

“URARAKA HOW COULD YOU??!!” Midoriya wailed. He thought she would at least be on his side.

“We’re not that close,” Ojiro muttered. Except no one cared to admit that.

“Mou, which two lovebirds here got some good action?” Hagakure giggled.

“Everybody needs to calm down and resume the essay!”

“Come on, Iida, I bet you wanna know too.”

“This shit is fuckin’ stupid,” Bakugo groaned, head falling onto his desk.

“Let’s go to the boys’ locker, find a bra, and match it to the girls here!”

“Mineta, don’t be disrespectful! It’s rude to target only the girls!”

“Iida is right. And who’s to say it’s a hetero boy-girl relationship? We should be considerate of those feelings when we talk about this,” Yayaorozu trailed off, twiddling with her jacket sleeves.

“Yaomomo has a point,” Jiro replied. “Still...”

“It’s definitely a guy and girl in this room, mark my words!” Kamimari declared.  

“So that rules out Bakugo.”

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, EAR FREAK?! NOT LIKE I WANNA KISS YOU BITCHES ANYWAY!”

“Language, Bakugo! Especially when it comes to our fellow sisters!” Iida lectured.

“That’s right, we must cherish our sisters!”

“They ain’t sisters if we’re shoving our tongue down their throats,” Bakugo scoffed. Iida and the rest of the class glared at him.

“Well, it ain’t Uraraka cause Midoriya would faint,” Kamimari laughed.

“W-W-W-WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING???!!!!”

“M-m-m-m-m-me k-k-k-kiss--” Midoriya stuttered under his breath, avoiding any eye contact with Uraraka.

“I have a theory-”

“We don’t care, Bakugo.”

“FINE! GO WASTE THE HOUR WITHOUT ME, WORTHLESS EXTRAS!”

“It ain’t Ashido; she would have told everybody.”

“Ne, why are we so focused on the girls when it was in the boys’ locker room?”

“Tsu’s right,” Yaoyorozu complained. “Why don’t we start with the guys first?”

“They make a valid point,” Shoji replied. “Since it was our locker room, we need to interrogate the guys first.” 

“Let’s be real; which guy in this room actually has a chance to kiss, let alone makeout with a girl?” Tokoyami spoke for the first time. 

The room fell into a swift depression, with Kirishima, Bakugo, and Kamimaro glaring at him.

��That’s so cruel...” Yayaorozu tried to hold back a snicker. 

“Aren’t you speaking about yourself too?” Uraraka pointed out. Tokoyami shrugged. 

“Recognizing one’s weakness is the key to greatness.”

“YOU’RE SAYING NO GUY IN CLASS A HAS GAME?!!!”

“HOW COULD YOU BETRAY US, TOKOYAMI?!”

“I’LL GET ALL THE GIRLS TO PROVE YOU WRONG, BIRD SHIT!”

“Regardless of who it was, this is a highly inappropriate discussion. We should respect our friend’s privacy and get back to your essays.” 

“Iida, don’t be a buzzkill.”

“But seriously, which guy here did it?!”

“Not Aoyama; he only loves himself.”

“This is hard; Tokoyami is pretty right about the guys in our class,” Tsu sighed.

“Look, everybody,” Midoriya walked to the front of the class. “This is fun, but someone here may be dealing with feelings they’re not sure of. What if it’s a new relationship they don’t want to reveal yet? Plus, we’re now making fun of each other for being single.”

The shouting subsided, followed by slumber faces. Murmurs spread across the room, and Midoriya could hear their regretful tones among each other. Midoriya dared to glance over the Uraraka, who gave him an approving smile. He stood up straighter, spiked with a new confidence to face this ordeal. 

Yes, it is always right to protect someone...

 “If this class is family, the we have to act like one: Give them their space, and be there to support when they need us.”

“As expected from Midoriya...”

“Such a powerful speech!”

“It’s so much better than me, the person entrusted to lead Class A through good and bad! I have failed as your President!” Iida cried.

“So everybody’s given up, huh?”

Everybody turned back to Bakugo, sitting with his arms crossed and a grin that looked ready to unleash the next natural disaster.

“What do you gotta say, Bakugo?” Jiro snorted

“I dunno, will everybody finally trust my god-given talents?”

“Get on with it,” Shoji sighed.

Bakugo raised his hand to the ceiling, everybody rolling their eyes at his dramatics. Then, his pointer finger landed straight directly at...

“Yaoyorozu?!” Midoriya gasped. 

“Our Class VP?”

Yaoyorozu, however, did not flinch, She shook her head, unfazed. “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“I can see through your shit, rich girl.”

“It’s not funny, Bakugo! Yaoyorozu would never!” Uraraka defended her friend.

“Isn’t it obvious?! She’s been too diplomatic, playing peacekeeper but getting all riled up. Telling us to interrogate boys first so we wouldn’t suspect her. Also...” Bakugo grabbed his own shirt collar, lifting it slightly as he motioning towards Yaoyorozu. “Her jacket has been zipped up the whole time, and it’s a fuckin’ sauna in here. When does Ponytail ever cover up that much?”

Midoriya caught the first hint of red flush appearing across Yaoyorozu’s cheeks. Sweat beads begin to form on her forehead.

“W-W-Why does that m-matter?” Yaoyorozu scoffed, fiddling with her jacket collar. Strange how Midoriya didn’t notice that until now. As if she was hiding...

“Take off your jacket,” Bakugo demanded.

“THAT’S SO PERVY, BAKUGO!” 

"YES BAKUGO, BREAK HER BOOBS FREE-”

“YOU’RE THE LOWEST OF THEM ALL, MINETA!”

“SHUT UP! I DON’T CARE WHO BOUGIE PRINCESS MAKES OUT WITH, WHAT MATTER IS THAT I AM RIGHT!”

“OH MY GOD, BAKUGO HAS TO BE THE CULPRIT!”

“ONLY YOU WOULD SINK SO LOW TO ACCUSE YAOYOROZU!’

“DID NOBODY HEAR ME?! I HAVE REAL EVIDENCE!” 

“I bet he dragged Kirishima and Kamimari for a good three-”

“Stop!” Yaoyorozu cried. “it was me, OK?! Is everybody happy now? Can we not taunt Bakugo like that and just finish up detention in peace?” 

Yaoyorozu unziped her jacket and lo and behold, the evidence was there. A small, purple bruise...right on her neck. Midoriya couldn’t believe it; Yaoyorozu Momo had lured herself. Not only as a rule breaker, but something even more critical to this situation. If not, worsen the mood.

“WHO GAVE YOU THAT HICKY??!!!”

“WHICH FUCKER HERE GOT YAOYOROZU??!!”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL THE GIRLS FIRST?”

“THIS JUST GOT WORSE!” 

“I WAS RIIIGGGGHHHHHTTTTT!!”

“AHHHH YAOMOMO HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

“YOU NEVER HAD A CHANCE, MINETA!”

“DON’T EVER UNDERESTIMATE ME AGAIN!”

“It wasn’t anybody here,” Yaoyorozu grumbled, avoiding everybody’s death glares. However, Midoriya could still see her face reddening with each second passing.

“THEN WHO??!! CLASS B DOUCHES?!”

“PLEASE, YAOYOROZU, ANYBODY BUT CLASS B!”

Midoriya got startled when Tokoyami tapped his shoulder. He nudged at Midoriya to speak privately, away from the chaos of their classmates and the unfortunate victim that was Yaoyorozu.

“I don’t want to make this a big deal with them but...” he whispered under his breath. “...The only students who knew about the pool party was our class, but someone’s missing.”

“Ah, you’re right! But why does that...” Midoriya drifted off, coming to a silent conclusion alongside Tokoyami. “Wait, you don’t think it could be...”

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“Normally, I throw everybody in the same room, but given the circumstances of your delinquency...” Midnight began, lips gradually transforming into a mischievous grin. “...It made sense to keep you two separate.” 

“Works for me,” muttered the young sixteen year old, as he mopped the teachers’ lounge.

“Think of this as a generous favor, Todoroki-kun. No one will know about you and Yaoyorozu yet.”

The emphasis on “yet,” which Todoroki tried hard not to cling to. Unfortunately, it backfired in mere seconds when he heard the voice of his explosive classmate hollering throughout the entire building.

"IT’S HALF-N-HALF BASTARD!!!! I KNEEEEWWWWW ITTTTT!!!!”

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That’s a wrap! I hope you guys enjoyed this fic! Please feel free to leave any feedback as I’m always striving to improve as a writer.

[soy-em]

day 6: undercover models Part 2

Hello! Sorry for the late submission again, but I hope you enjoy it! I’ll be sending in the third part of the fic later for the last day of WLW :D

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​"I still can’t believe I got stuck with ‘Chad,“ Sam complains as they’re on their way to 

Armel’s

 modeling studio a couple of days later. 

The turnaround on them being hired by Armel’s for such an apparently competitive catalog shoot is a lot quicker than Dean initially assumed it would be and while he likes to think that it’s because the casting department took one look at him and decided he was the most handsome son of a bitch they’ve even had the privilege to look at (and Sam’s okay too, he generously allows), he knows that it’s most likely because Bobby’s modeling agency pal was  able to spin some kind of bullshit about their non-existent modeling experience when they contacted the studio. It probably didn’t hurt that they were left short handed and scrambling due to the fact that several of their models had either been hospitalized or, you know, died. Things weren’t exactly shaking out too well for them. 

"You’re the one who let me fill out the applications,” Dean points out with a smirk, ignoring the way Sam’s eyes narrow at him. “And technically, your full name is Chadwick Hilton. You just prefer to go by Chad.” Dean himself had gone for the name Theodore Vanderbilt, claiming that it’s just the right kind of name for a snooty model. Sam claims that it’s more like the kind of name that a rich guy who gets caught embezzling from his company so he can pay off the mothers of his many illegitimate children would have. There’s a reason why Dean occasionally likes to screw with his brother. 

“You couldn’t have picked literally anything else?" 

"Dude, with that mop of hair and your collection of polo shirts, you’re totally a Chad. Didn’t you even used to be in a fraternity?" 

"I have maybe fourpolos,” Sam corrects with a sour expression on his face. “…and I only pledged the fraternity for like two days. I seriously regret telling you about that." 

"You should.” Dean laughs at him and takes another bite of the breakfast burrito he’s trying to finish stuffing into his face before they arrive at the studio. He even decided to forgo ordering it with extra bacon this time; gotta stay model thin, after all. 

Sam continues to glare at him and quietly reaches over to hit the eject button on the Metallica tape that’s blaring in the car, just out of sheer pettiness and Dean berates him for it  through a mouthful of  scrambled eggs and tortilla. 

Just business as usual. 

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Dean never thought he could ever be this unhappy while in a studio filled with some of the hottest women that New York had to offer, but it turns out that being a catalog model is really fucking boring half of the time and just plain irritating the other half. He’s currently being shoved into a hair and makeup chair for the third time that day and forces himself to stay still as the stylist, a mousy woman named Sophie, fusses over him and chastises him because he apparently doesn’t use the right kind of shampoo for his hair type. He didn’t even know there was a wrong kind of shampoo for him to use.  Who does she think he is, Sam?

Speaking of which, if there’s one thing he can be grateful for, it’s the fact that Sam’s getting it even worse right now than he is. The guy has not one but two people surrounding him and putting various products in his hair and arguing over how it should be styled. Judging by the way that Sam is digging his fingers into the armrest of his chair, he’s clearly struggling not to jump out of it. Dean takes some comfort in the fact that they’re mutually suffering. 

Sophie is actually a fairly pleasant and chatty woman  when she isn’t berating him about his hair or trying to coerce him into adding some seventy dollar face moisturizer to his skin-care regimen (he can’t imagine she would take it well if he mentions the fact that he doesn’t even have one to begin with), and Dean feels like he’s had his first stroke of luck all day when he realizes that Sophie is also a huge gossip. On the occasions when they’re not impersonating law enforcement, it’s a bit more difficult for them to ask questions related to the case in a way that’s not overly invasive, so gossips are generally their bread and butter since it doesn’t take very much at all to grease the wheels. 

For the most part, Sophie spends the better part of half an hour giving Dean every salacious detail about the catalog shoot  so far, although it mostly has to do with which models are fucking each other (all of them) and which ones are doing drugs between photo sessions (a lot of them). When she leans down to whisper in a conspiratorial tone about the fact that she was sure that at least a couple of the recent hospitalizations were due to the said drug consumption, Dean jumps on the chance to try and wheedle some information out of her about Sophie before she breezes on to another topic. 

“That’s horrible. Didn’t a model even die a few days ago? I thought I heard people here talking about it earlier in the cafeteria,” Dean says, playing dumb. He isn’t actually sure what people in the cafeteria were doing earlier. It sure as Hell wasn’t eating, he knew that much. 

Sophie is standing behind him, but when Dean looks at the mirror, he can see her expression fall a little. “Oh,” she says sadly, “that was Laura. It’s hard to believe that she was sitting in my chair just a few days ago. They said that her heart just gave out suddenly, poor girl." 

"That’s so crazy,” Dean says, schooling his face in a disbelieving expression. “How does something like that even happen?”

Sophie glances around as if making sure that no one else is able to hear her. “If you ask me, Laura was practically worked to death,” she says lowly. “The director of the shoot insists on doing an insane number of pieces each day because he wants the catalog to be absolutely perfect. A lot of people have been looking a bit worn down because of it, but Laura didn’t seem like she was dealing with with the stress well. She was such a sweet girl…" 

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After a few more hours of being posed like a doll and getting yelled at whenever he fails to wear the right expression on his face for whatever product or clothing he’s supposed to be showing off (how the Hell is he supposed look "reserved and excited at the same time” about a pair of one thousand dollar cuff links? ) he’s beginning to understand how someone could be worked to death on a modeling shoot. Nothing ever seems to be quite good enough for the photographers, especially not to the director, Renaldo Toscani. With his dark, well groomed beard and immaculate clothing, he would probably be considered a handsome man to most but Dean can’t get past the smug look on his face and the fact that he doesn’t seem to have any sense of decency. To Dean’s best estimate, the man has caused at least three models to break down in tears on set so far that day due to how gruelingly he runs the shoot. Dean’s pretty sure he isn’t going to cry, but he’s definitely having a hard time not hauling off and punching the douchebag right in his face. 

Weirdly enough, for someone who can be so awkward, Sam actually appears to be thriving on the set pretty well and seems to be correctly interpreting whatever bizarre directives are yelled at him ​because he doesn’t get criticized nearly as much as Dean. Right now, they have Sam staring sultrily at the camera while wearing low slung jeans and a partly open button down shirt as a fan points at him and blows through his ridiculous hair. The scene should be goofy and mock-worthy but instead, Dean has to admit that Sam makes it work. Really work, in fact, and the thought is one that Dean tries desperately not to think too closely about. Apparently, Toscani agrees with him because it might be the first time that Dean’s heard the man actually praise someone on set, and he can hear him and that dumb (probably fake) Italian accent of his from across the room go on and on about how Sam’s apparently the only one on set that day who’s capable of properly executing his impeccable vision for the shoot and blah, blah, blah. 

Normally, he would be amused by the embarrassed expression on Sam’s face, but the way that Toscani stands a little too close and keeps his hand clasped on Sam’s shoulder the entire time raises Dean’s hackles, and he finds himself fighting the urge to to go over there and make the guy back the hell off. Instead, he lets himself get dragged away from his violent imaginings by another photographer so he can wear a pair of artfully torn, expensive as hell jeans while looking “bold, but also very mysterious." 

Fucking modeling. 

By the end of the day, all Dean wants to do is find Sam and go back to the motel so they can call it a night. He’s exhausted, hungry, and a little pissed off that he’s made hardly any progression in the case at all, aside from finding out that Toscani is an asshole. But at this point it’s impossible to tell whether he’s the one literally sucking the life out of people or if he’s just metaphorically doing so by treating all of the models like trash. 

Well, he thinks as he finally finds Sam standing in the lobby with a strained smile on his face as Toscani says something to him, maybe not all of the models. 

”–very nice of you to offer, but I actually have plans with someone tonight,“ he hears Sam say when he manages to get a little closer. To anyone else, the words would sound polite, but Dean knows Sam well enough to hear the tension beneath them. 

The sleazy grin on Toscani’s face falters for just a second before he plasters it back on and leans in more closely, nearly backing Sam into the wall they were standing in front of. "Are you sure?,” he needles, “I’d love the opportunity to take an exquisite and hard-working young man such as yourself out to dinner so I can give you some…suggestions about all the ways in which you can advance your career. Who could you have plans with that would be more important than that?”

Dean isn’t entirely sure what suggestions someone like Toscani wants to give Sam that would advance his (non-existent) modeling career, but he’s pretty sure he can take a wild guess, and the picture that his imagination paints has him seeing red. As he stomps towards the pair, Sam finally spots him and Dean can see relief flash across his face for a second as he realizes that he’s about to be extracted from his awkward encounter. 

“Me,” he says, answering the question for Sam. “And we’re nearly late, so we should probably be heading out soon, S– Chad.” He tries to aim for a tone that doesn’t sound as openly hostile as he feels (getting fired from the studio by the shoot’s director on the first day wouldn’t exactly be conducive towards solving their case). Judging by the sneer on Toscani’s face, he isn’t quite sure that he succeeds in doing so. 

“I see,” he says to Dean coldly before turning his attentions back towards Sam. “Well, if you ever change your mind, my offer remains. I’m sure we’ll be able to find time for it sooner or later." 

Not if Dean has anything to say about it. 

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"Christ, that guy really pisses me off,” Dean complains when they’re driving back to the motel. “He thinks he can just do whatever the hell he wants." 

Or whoever, apparently. 

"Yeah, he’s pretty…intense,” Sam admits. 

“Intense? He looked like he wanted to freakin’ devour you or something." 

"I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration." 

"Whatever you say, Sammy,” Dean says incredulously. “Look, I’m just saying that if this guy ever tries to lure you to a windowless van so he can conduct a 'private photo shoot,’ then you should walk the other way." 

Sam’s face turns an interesting shade of red and he suddenly finds picking lent off of his jeans to be particularly fascinating.  

"Did you make any headway on the case?” he asks, clearly trying to change the subject as quickly as possible, and Dean lets him. 

Dean grunts. “Not much. Mostly just things we already knew in the first place: Laura was well liked on set, didn’t seem to be caught up in drugs or anything like that like some of the other models, and she had been looking noticeably worn down before she died. What about you?" 

"I didn’t have much luck either. I managed to talk to a couple of models who were friends with some of the people who were hospitalized but, as far as I know, they don’t seem to have much of a connection with each other aside from the fact that they were all working for the same studio,” Sam explains, shaking his head ruefully. “As far as I could tell, they all seemed tended to mostly work with different photographers and weren’t even in any of the same shots. Maybe if we could just find a solid link between them…" 

"I guess we’ll just have to try even harder tomorrow then,” Dean says, not remotely looking forward to going back to the studio. 

“Right." 

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Things are still creeping along the next afternoon and Dean groans he sees a tall, blonde woman wearing a headset and carrying a clipboard making a beeline towards him. That’s never good. 

"You,” she says, pointing at him as if Dean doesn’t understand what the word 'you’ implies. “Are you between pieces right now?" 

"Uh…yeah?” He has the sinking feeling that whatever she’s about to ask him to do will involve him doing work that isn’t already on his schedule for that day and he’s pretty sure that she isn’t about to take 'no’ for an answer.

“Great,” she says, scribbling something on her clipboard. “We need someone to shoot a cologne ad and you look like you’ll complement the other actor we’ve already got on the set pretty well. Get to wardrobe and be at Stage C in twenty.” Before Dean can have a chance to respond, the woman turns on her heel and walks away, clearly not needing Dean’s input on the matter. 

He grumbles all the down to wardrobe and throws on the silver pinstriped black suit they give him with little gusto, although when he admires himself in the floor length mirror, he has to admit that he looks damn fine in it. He’s not looking forward to doing a shoot with another person in it though; he’s done several over the past two days and they always seem to be the most awkward. 

When he gets to the stage and sees his brother waiting on it (wearing a similar suit, except with an inverted color scheme, that makes his already ridiculous legs look even longer and hugs his body in all the right places), he realizes that the shoot is either going to be  a lot less awkward than he anticipated since it’s a familiar person or infinitely more, depending on the positions they’re about to be finagled into. Cologne ads are usually entire platonic, aren’t they?

“What’s the name of this cologne again?” He asks a nearby assistant before she can bustle past him to go to another stage.

“Let’s see,” she says, flipping through the pages on her clipboard. “Ah, right, this one’s called Forbidden Desire.”

Of course it is. 

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“Are you sure we need to stand so close together?” Dean asks, looking imploringly at their photographer. For the shot, he’s supposed to be pressing Sam up against the wall with one hand grasping his suit jacket and pulling him forward slightly while the other hand is tangled in his hair, their faces tilted closely towards each other to suggest that they’re about to kiss. But for obvious reasons, Dean’s having some trouble actually doing it, and his movements are stiff as he makes only the barest physical contact with Sam. 

The photographer sighs dramatically. “Theodore, my dear, it’s important to me that you understand that we’re trying to sell a product called Forbidden Desire, not Awkward Encounter With a Former College Roommate Who Hasn’t Been Seen in Ten Years. We’re looking for something a bit…provocative. Are you saying that you can’t muster enough passion for poor Chad over there?" 

He might be starting to muster up too much of it is the problem. 

Knowing that there doesn’t seem to be a way out of it, he inches a bit closer to Sam but still stands at as much of distances that he thinks he could possibly get away with. He can tell that Sam is as uncomfortable as he is, and neither of them can meet each other’s eyes. 

"Oh God’s sake,” he hears off stage in an accented voice that he, unfortunately, immediately recognizes. “Are you truly so incompetent?”

When he gets on the stage, he moves Dean bodily away from Sam and takes the position he was in. “I would be happy to provide a demonstration that you can follow so that you can cease wasting the studio’s time with your dithering." 

Yeah, Dean’s completely sure that it isn’t at all because he wants to get up close and personal with Sam like a creep. Right. 

Toscani presses himself against Sam’s body, manhandling him into position as he does so, and Dean can see that Sam is biting his lip and clenching his fists at his side, probably trying to resist letting his temper get the best of him; Dean, for one, would love to see him deck Toscani. Hell, he would probably make Christmas cards out of it if the moment was caught on camera. 

He also knows that Sam wouldn’t jeopardize the case by doing such a thing and, sure enough, Sam forces himself to relax and let Toscani maneuver him. But when Sam visibly flinches  as the man’s fingers tangle in his hair and yank him downward, far too roughly by Dean’s estimate, Dean has enough. 

"I get the idea,” he growls out. Toscani smirks at him before stepping away, and Dean takes his place. Sam looks a little shaken up from having his personal space invaded, and Dean vows to just get it right the first time so Toscani has no reason to interfere again. He’s so close to Sam that he can feel the heat of his body against his own, and he’s pleased when Sam’s previously stiff body begins to relax against his own; when he gently grabs the front of his jacket, he can feel Sam’s heartbeat thump against  his palm and Dean can’t decide if the frantic beats are due to excitement or nervousness.  When he carefully weaves his fingers through Sam’s hair and tugs him down, Sam leans forward a little more until their mouths are almost touching and Dean nearly ruins the position when he hears the photographer speak, having almost forgotten that they have an audience. 

“Finally, we’re getting somewhere. Now just hold that exact position; don’t you move an inch." 

Dean hears the sound of a camera flashing and he should be relieved by the fact that the shoot is going to be over soon, but he isn’t sure that he wants it to be. In fact, even though he knows he he isn’t supposed to move, he finds himself wondering what would happen if he brought his lips forward just the barest amount of distance so that they touched Sam’s own. Would Sam kiss him back? Would– 

He’s jarred from his thoughts suddenly and flails away from his position as he hears the loud resounding thud of someone falling to the ground, followed by a woman’s startled scream. When someone calls out to the room demanding for an ambulance to be called, he shares a grim look with Sam. 

It looks like they need to step up their game.

This is amazing! I’m loving it so much and can’t wait for the finale! Poor Sammy getting stuck with Chad, but I bet he looks just wonderful as a model. No wonder Dean can’t cope...! Sorry for posting this late today, been a busy one, but I really love it!

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[AA] Dark lights 1. First time on the subreddit, and first story I've posted

This is an introductory story I started writing during quarantine. This is the first story I've posted here, and I'm probably very rusty when it comes to writing. I used to be an active member of my school's creative writing club, but that's been over 3 years at this point. Appreciate the criticism and thanks for reading!!!

P.s. I'm in Canada so Canadian spelling for some of these words.

Chapter 1

If heaven exists, I probably won’t be let in. Not like I care too much though, don’t even know why that thought even came across my mind. As Lucius chewed on his gum, he had fallen into a deep thought about himself. He had not been this introspective in a while, so this was quite a strange occasion. Who knows, maybe I’m just in a weird mood. I got fucked over pretty hard anyways, but might as well just go with it. It’s not like I’m dying anytime soon. That being said, maybe I should go to that movie that I wanted to watch for a while. I’ll probably end up kicking myself in the afterlife if I don’t get to it. Gotta get done with what I’m doing right now though, sort of got my hands full right now.

He walked up to a man laying on the floor, who honestly looked quite pathetic. Most of Lucius’ targets ended up this way, but that didn’t stop him from thinking it. As Lucius put a gun against his head, he felt the man trembling with fear. It made sense, Lucius had put a bullet through both knees, elbows and shoulders of this man and his fate was entirely in the fate of a person who honestly just wanted to kill him and get it over with.

Why the hell does Brian want me to keep this guy alive until he gives me the cue? Brian was the man who hired Lucius to kill this man. If he was honest, Lucius would say he's kind of a dork. He had contacted Lucius earlier in the week with the job request to deal with this man. At that point Lucius didn’t think there was anything to be suspicious of. The job was a simple and straightforward capture of a dangerous criminal with a history of violence, nothing that special. All they had to do was bring this dude to Brian’s basement, and then they could leave Brian to do whatever he wanted with the guy. The problems appeared when Lucius and his friends brought their target to the basement.

When Lucius and his friends arrived at Brian’s basement, they found a massive underground complex that resembled a maze more than a basement, which Lucius was not told about. Then Brian asked each of them to go to different rooms and do different things, which he had definitely not been told about. So now each of his friends were separated, Suzy with Brian, Vaughan with some sword dude and Jonathan with a group of bodyguards. Of course, Lucius was stuck dealing with the crazed lunatic that wanted nothing more than to kill him. Oh, by the way the instructions mentioned that this guy was to be brought here unharmed. And the cuffs Brian put him in broke as soon as they left. So Lucius had to deal with a murderous madman by himself, which he did with ease. Lucius just hoped blood didn't get any of this idiot's blood on his suit. He had worn a pink shirt for a big pay day; Lucius thought pink looked really good on him.

It’s not like this loser’s survival gives him much of a strategic edge. I’m distracted babysitting him, and I’m really not much help right now. He’s probably trying to hide something from me, but what would it be? If he’s trying to set me up, somebody should have told me already, it’s not like I don’t have people keeping an eye on him right now. An ambush? Maybe, this whole thing’s a bit too obvious and he didn’t seem like the smartest guy in the world. Brian could also just want to watch this guy die, but if that was the case I could have just brought him here with me. He knows this too, so that’s not even an option.

So here he was, drinking soda with one foot on a crippled psychopath’s head and wondering what happened. Obviously this whole thing is a set up. Well, he had a pretty good idea of what happened and that ticked him off. Lucius knew him and his friends could deal with whatever Brian had in store for them, and the only reason why he went with this obvious and stupid plot was because he knew that, but still. Lucius didn’t like it when people tried to fuck him over, and he was going to make sure Brian paid very well for it.

Under his feet, the fallen man started to moan in pain. Oh yeah, that must hurt. Who’s fault was that again? Oh yeah, you for trying to kill me. This guy was really starting to get on Lucius’ nerves. Every other second the formerly threatening criminal was whining and moaning about how he couldn’t feel his arms and legs, going on and on about his pain. And occasionally he’d start crying. That was the worst. He took a look at his shirt sleeve to make sure it was clean, and saw some blood got on it. This was his favourite shirt, this jackass had ruined it and now he needed to vent some steam on the piece of shit.

Lucius repeatedly stomped on the man’s head with great annoyance and shouted, “Shut up, you know why you’re in this spot. All you had to do was sit down and behave, and what did you do? You broke your cuffs and tried to kill me as soon as the adults left. Well now your joints are blown off and you’re probably crippled for the rest of your life. Are you proud of yourself? Are you proud of your decision making skills? How the fuck did you think you were gonna kill me barehanded when you couldn’t do it with a fucking knife? Are you actually retarded?”

Lucius walked away from the prone man to contact one of his teammates and friends, though he kept an eye on the target. He could never know if he could escape through some unknown means. There could also be a blowpipe hidden inside the man’s mouth; Lucius had fallen for that trick once when he was much younger and dumber, and he was not about to let it happen again.

Lucius took out his phone to dial Suzy’s number. Suzy was one of his teammates, and had been a friend of his since they were children. Lucius was not the biggest fan of calling her however, since most of the time she just tried to scold him about his supposed immaturity.

Maybe I should wait. She's just gonna yell at me again. "Oh you should have done some research. Why didn't you look up the guy before taking a job from him. Blah blah blah." Or maybe she’d say “Grow up and stop being so whiny. It’s like this all the time with you. Always whining about this and that. Just do the job, you’re getting paid for it anyways, myeh myeh myeh”.……………. Nah, I'm not in that much of a hurry.

In reality, Lucius actually was that immature. Oh well, he thought as he went back to just lounging around. His friends would be able to take care of themselves, so there was nothing for him to be worried about.

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It had already been an hour since Brian asked Suzy to follow him, and she had started to get tired of it. They had gone through several corridors, and they had taken so many turns that she wasn't even sure where she was anymore. Every wall looked the same and every turn just faded into the next. She had tried to stay focused, but that was getting really hard for her. It was so dull and she was just ready to be done with it.

When Brian hired them, he had wanted each of them to do something different for him. For Suzy, that was trailing him and acting as a bodyguard. She had an idea about why he wanted her there, but she was hoping Brian was not scummy or stupid enough for that.

Brian was a short man with black greased-back hair and chubby cheeks. He seemed like someone who believed they were the hottest thing on Earth. He really wasn’t. He looked even smaller compared to the rest of the people surrounding him, including Suzy. His face was slimy, and his constant smirk made Suzy want to punch him in the face. His bodyguards, on the other hand, were massive human beings with all of them being at least 6’2’’ or taller. They were all very muscular, and Suzy guessed each of them had to be over 200 pounds. They were very imposing, enough to make most people think twice about messing with him.

Eventually the group came to a dead end and stopped. Immediately Brian quickly turned around and walked up to Suzy. He put on a smug smile and gave her a seductive look, and slowly walked around Suzy as he seemingly sniffed her scent. In fact, it looked like he was almost hopping around her. Gross. He was starting to get on her nerves. Just a little bit. Eventually he stopped in front of her and attempted to brush her hair with his trigger finger. Suzy almost instinctively leaned away in disgust, and her face reflected that feeling.

This guy's lucky he’s paying us. As much as she hated Brian right now, Suzy had a sense of professional pride. She and her friends were paid to help this little greasy weasel, and she was going to go through with it. That being said, this guy was making it really hard for her to do that.

Brian leaned towards her and said, “Come on, don’t be like that. I’m just trying to have a little fun here” and attempted to rub Suzy's leg. She pushed his gut with her foot and turned around to walk away. At this point, she was just a pinch away from snapping. She was not getting paid to get harassed, and she’d had just about enough of Brian. As she attempted to go back to her friend, his other bodyguards blocked her path. She sneered at them with disdain and turned back around.

During that time Brian had somewhat recovered from her slight tap and was rubbing his stomach. He seemed to be actually hurt by that. This guy’s soft. He stared straight into her eyes, his face full of pain and hatred from the agony caused by her “kick.” He yelled at his henchmen to surround her to keep her from hurting him again. How brave.

He walked slightly closer to her and said, “Listen you little bitch. I’m trying to be nice to you here, but you’re making it really fucking hard. I’m trying to protect you right now, okay? If I wasn’t here to keep them in check, these boys would eat you up. I know you think you’re pretty strong, but even you wouldn’t be able to take all of them at once. No, you’d probably get pummeled in a second. So just do as I say and we can all leave happy.”

Brian pulled out his phone and turned it towards Suzy. He started going through it, looking for something. Eventually he turned the phone as it showed what seemed to be video footage. “If you stay like that, I can’t guarantee your little friend here doesn’t get hurt. I put him with my strongest fighter, so one little mistake out of you and your friend is finished. This guy’s the real deal, I once saw him cut down a whole room full of armed men in a minute. He’s never lost a duel in his life, and I don’t think he’s going to lose one anytime soon. So I would recommend you do as I say,” Brian said with as much menace as he could put into his voice.

Suzy stared into the footage for a few seconds in silence. Vaughan was with their strongest fighter. As stupid as she thought Brian was, he had thought out everything in this whole plan. She was isolated from her friends and now he had taken them hostage. If she didn’t do what he wanted, he was going to make his strongest fighter try to kill Vaughan. He really was a terrible human being.

Suzy asked, “Are they alone in that room together?” “Damn right they are, and there’s no escape if something happens,” Brian smugly answered. “So there’s just the two of them, no one else nearby?” “None, and if I give the order, my man’s going to cut your friend down. Now be a good girl and get on your knees.”

Suzy let out a sigh and relaxed. This was going to happen, and she might as well be calm. Then, as Brian unbuttoned the top of his shirt with a smirk on his face, looked up at the ceiling. Now that she looked at the walls more closely, she realized they were soundproof. Then she punched the bodyguard on her left in his ugly face. She felt her fist crush his nose, shatter his teeth and break his thick skull. Brian was more of an idiot than she thought he was. She thought he was at least good at spending his money.

As she was punching the bodyguard, she turned an eye towards the snot who tried to have his way with her. Her face filled with anger, eyes wide open and teeth clenched so hard it looked as though she was about to break them with her own jaw. She was absolutely pissed, both from his inexcusable behaviour and his complete utter incompetence. She stared a hole through Brian’s skull as she said, “You’re fucking dead.”

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Lenon was annoyed at his current predicament. He had trained under the greatest masters for years and mastered the way of the sword. He traveled the world, fought the strongest he could find and conquered all of them. He was as skilled and powerful as one could be. And he was stuck babysitting this weird child.

In front of him in this small, dusty grey room was a blond boy of about twelve years of age with big bushy, messy hair and bags under his eyes. He was playing games on his phone, and seemed to barely acknowledge Lenon’s presence. This twelve-year-old boy wore a baggy, crumpled up hoodie and carried an ornate sword in a sheath by his side. The hilt was beautifully designed, decorated with gold, rubies and emeralds. Its shape was vibrant yet balanced to make sure it was usable in combat. This was not a sword that someone like him should have. Yet the most disturbing thing about this kid was not the weapon. This twelve-year-old boy was smoking a cigarette and was currently finishing his third one.

Lenon had to pull in all of his restraint in order to stop the boy from smoking. He knew smoking was bad for the development of a child, but his client had told him not to touch the boy unless told otherwise. He had a job to do, and he was going to finish it. His sense of honour demanded he do so. He would wait until the job is over, find the boy and discipline him in order to stop him from smoking. Until then, Lenon would patiently wait.

As Lenon was meditating to keep himself from losing his mind, he noticed his phone ringing. Finally, his client must have a new task for him to do. Something worth his skill and talent. Maybe he’d cut down that arrogant man with the pistols, or maybe he’d get to face the woman that the boss took with him. He had sensed great power from her, and he knew there was no way those goons could handle her. He had hoped he would not have to deal with the other gentleman, a taller man who seemed sweet and gentle. He would do it, but not without guilt.

He picked up his phone and answered the call. Across the line, the boss yelled “Kill the fucking Brat!” and hung up immediately. As he heard this, thoughts started running through Lenon’s head. How could he ask such a horrendous task of him? To kill a small child like this, it would be a disgrace to his name. He’d have to pray and meditate for weeks to cleanse himself of his sin. But he had to do it, he had promised as such.

The boy did not seem to be paying attention. Good, then this will be painless. The boy will feel no fear, no pain. Lenon would make sure this boy’s life would end quickly. The least he could do is keeping him from suffering. Lenon drew his sword and prepared to swing. He would cut the boy’s neck with one clean swing of his blade. Yes, that will do.

As he swung his blade in one straight and graceful motion, the boy fell face first onto the floor and accidentally avoided the attack. The fool seemed to have tripped while not paying attention to where he’s walking. It was no issue, the next strike would do the deed. Lenon raised his divine sword Tsukuyomi to stab the boy through the heart. This sword was passed down through generations of swordsmen at his old dojo, and he was blessed with inheriting its might. Now he was using it to slay a defenseless little child. He felt shame travel through his body as he thrust his weapon in a quick strike towards him. The child rolled to his left, dodging the attack.

How could this be? Is luck on this child’s side? How could the divine blade Tsukuyomi miss twice? Could he have dodged those attacks? No, it couldn’t be. Those were not the actions of one who tries to dodge. They were accidents. Lenon shouted, “Boy I must end your existence, for I was ordered by the man I promised to serve! Please do not make this difficult. I will make it painless, so do not fear.” The boy answered, “Well, at least call me by my name if you’re gonna kill me. Name’s Vaughan.” with a booming baritone. Lenon did not expect such a low voice to come out of a small child’s mouth. He guessed that the boy’s smoking habit artificially changed his voice.

“Very well then. Vaughan, I hope your next life is a happier one,” said Lenon with grim resolve in his voice. Vaughan yawned, and as he did replied, “Oh, by the way you shouldn’t be using your sword like that. You’re gonna break it.”

Lenon was befuddled by this boy. How could he attempt to lecture me like this? Is he not afraid of death? And what could he possibly know about using a sword? How dare he act as though he knows the way of the sword better than I do. I was trying to be gentle with this boy, but now I shall teach him a lesson.

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Vaughan was lying on the floor, staring at this man trying to stab him with a katana. That sword was meant to be swung, not thrusted. That also meant it was designed badly, but he didn’t think that was worth saying. Well, if this guy’s gonna try to kill me, he might as well do it properly. Vaughan stood up, brushed the dirt off his clothes and turned to the man with a sword. The man seemed to be confused by what just happened. Vaughan was hoping the man’s mental state was not as weak as his sword strikes.

Vaughan looked at the man and asked, “Are you that slow or are you trying to take it easy on me?” The guy seemed agitated by this statement, as his face changed to that of anger. He changed his grip to a more proper one and readied his stance. The man said, “If you wish to mock me, I have no choice but to fight you with my full strength. As you die, repent and pray your next life doesn’t end as violently as this one, young fool.” What a weirdo.

As the weirdo charged him with a vertical strike, Vaughan moved slightly out of the way and tapped the man’s face. This guy wasn’t going easy on him. He was just that slow. No, this crazy man has to have some sort of hidden power. If not, he wouldn’t be considered the best fighter out of all of them.

After Vaughan touched the nutcase’s face, the crackpot immediately backed off and hopped back to his original position. Now the weird man seemed embarrassed by what just happened. He shouted, “I WILL NOT LET THIS ACT OF DISRESPECT GO UNPUNISHED. BY THE HONOUR OF THE SAMURAI, I, LENON RICHARDS, SHALL CUT YOU DOWN!”

Oh, this guy’s a weeaboo. The weeaboo once again charged him with a slow and sloppy sword strike. This time Vaughan passed behind him and kicked his leg out. Vaughan was starting to get bored of this guy. He was hoping this was not all that the strongest man in their crew could do.

Vaughan put his face on the madman’s face, yawned and said, “I’m bored. Show me something cool.” Vaughan hopped backwards to allow the creep to get up as Lenon stood up frantically and gathered himself. He gripped his sword and went back into his stance. He stared into Vaughan’s blank eyes, and said, “If you wish to die so badly, then so be it” as he strengthened his grip onto the sword.

Lenon took a deep breath, focused himself and said, “This is a power that’s been passed down through the generations of my family. Be honoured that you bore witness to its greatness.” As he finished his words, a green glow appeared around him, covering himself and his weapon. An aura of power flowed through the air, and with each of his movements the air itself seemed to change in property.

“This is the Emerald Dragon. It increases my speed, power and defense to the highest possible levels. I am unbeatable in this form,” said Lenon. Vaughan prepared himself. If the weirdo was going to go all out, it would only be fair if he did so too. He gripped the handle of his sword and got ready for a quick release. Also, Vaughan noticed that the idiot’s grip was wrong.

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Lenon charged at Vaughan with great speed and determination. He would teach this boy a lesson for disrespecting him like this. He shouted, “Feel the wrath of my divine power!” and went for his most powerful technique, the speed slash. Its speed was so fast that no man was ever able to react to it. Its power was so great it could cut through steel like it was butter. He would put his heart and soul into this attack, and there was no way this little boy could dodge this attack. As he brought his blade down, he felt a gush of air. There was a trail of violent, yet graceful energy from where the boy was to right behind him. It was powerful, loud and its colour was the brightest yellow he had ever seen. The next moment he realized that his hand had been cut off, and the little boy said “My power is electricity.”

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Disappointing, Vaughan thought as he turned towards Lenon. Vaughan had expected at least some sort of resistance when he cut the weirdo’s hand off, but it felt like just any other hand. All that bravado, and now this man was screaming in pain on the floor. Is he really the strongest one? If this man was the strongest in their crew, then the rest of them must have been pathetically weak.

Vaughan reached into his pocket and lit a new cigarette. One complaint he always had with his power was that his ciggies would never stay lit. Oh well, he thought as he took a puff of his cigarette. It couldn't be helped, so there was no point in getting mad. Vaughan tapped the man on the shoulder with his sword and said, “You're pretty weak, man.” The weird creepy man replied, “How dare you say that to me! I have traveled around the world, spent countless hours honing my craft. You’re just some lucky talented brat! This isn’t fair, I worked so hard and I lost to some random twelve-year-old? This is bullshit!”

He might as well know before he dies, Vaughan thought as he said, “By the way, I’m thirty years old.” and sliced the man’s head off.

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Johnny always prided himself on being able to read anyone. The eyes were the way into a man’s soul, and he was the best he knew at reading them. Just one look into a person’s eyes, and he’d know just about everything about them. Even as a child, he could figure out what anyone was thinking from their looks. That’s how he figured out Santa Claus wasn’t real. This skill helped him get through life. He was popular in school, good at interviews and great at interrogating people. That’s how he got his current job, after messing up big time at that country fair. He was forever in debt to the man who saved him from his fate, and would do anything for him. Of course, he used that skill of his to help convince the man to give him the job. That skill of his never failed him. He could figure out anyone in the world. But it didn’t work on this man. This guy named Jonathan was a mystery to Johnny.

Jonathan was a tall and fair-skinned man around 6’2’’. His hair was short, brown and well-groomed, his eyes were deep green like the water in a tropical ocean and his skin was soft and smooth like a baby’s. His face was gentle yet alluring, and had a soft smile that girls would die for. In short, he was the most handsome man that Johnny had ever laid eyes on. It really seemed like a waste, a guy like him being in a business like this. Johnny wondered how this guy ended up here. He had to have had other opportunities. Model agencies would kill each other to get this guy.

This man was separated from his friends, put in a strange room with armed men, and kept from leaving. If this was any other person, Johnny would be able to see the fear in their eyes. The problem was that Johnny saw none in Jonathan’s eyes. In fact, he was just comfortably having a pleasant conversation with the other guards as if there was nothing wrong. He was not scared; in fact, he didn’t have a single hint of worry in his eyes. He was calm and collected in a situation that would make a normal person fill up with fear and anxiety.

Johnny was about to take out his phone and start browsing, when Jonathan approached him and started a conversation with him. Jonathan stepped close to him, brought his hand out to offer a handshake and said, “I don’t think we’ve talked yet. Hi, I’m Jonathan. I’m assuming you knew that though. What’s your name?” Johnny stood in silence, ignoring Jonathan’s attempt at small talk. “Oh, was I a bit abrupt about this? Sorry about that, social interactions were never my strong suit,” continued Jonathan while maintaining his upbeat and chipper voice. Johnny replied with more silence. He was being paid to watch over this man, not make friends with him. Jonathan kept going and said, “Oh come on, don’t be like that. We’re both just stuck here anyways, might as well talk to pass the time, right?”

What’s with this guy? Johnny didn’t get why this pretty boy wanted to talk to him so much. Is this how he deals with fear? I mean, there’s no way this whole situation isn’t getting to him. Johnny looked into Jonathan’s eyes again to see if he had missed something. It was deep brilliant green, almost like a tropical oceanscape in movies, and he felt like he was getting sucked in every second he looked into it. It was astonishing just how warm he felt while staring into those eyes. I never knew that eyes could be so…….. Gorgeous. Wait, I gotta focus. Read his eyes Johnny, figure out what this man’s feeling.

As he regained his focus, he stared into Jonathan’s deep eyes to attempt to read him. He looked for any semblance of fear, any anger towards the men that abducted him, or any sign that this man’s scheming anything. He kept looking and looking, but he found none of those things. Maybe he’s just stupid, thought Johnny as he changed his focus to figuring out his character.

Conversation was needed for this task, so Johnny decided to give this guy what he wants. Johnny kept focusing on Jonathan’s eyes as he said, “You know what, why not. It’s not like we have anything to do.” “Exactly, what’s the point in sitting around doing nothing? Let’s get to know each other a bit. Who knows, maybe we could even be friends,” replied Jonathan with an innocent look in his eyes.

This guy’s weirdly optimistic, isn’t he? Well, he could be just so stupid that I’m outsmarting myself. It’s not like that hasn’t happened before. Johnny continued, “Yeah man, you never know with people. I’m Johnny by the way.” “Oh really? We basically have the same name! That’s kinda crazy,” said Jonathan. Johnny replied, “You’re right about that, it’s a weird world. By the way, why are you hanging with these guys? There had to have been better job opportunities than mercenary work. What got you into this dangerous business? Any special reasons?” Jonathan stood for a bit as if he was thinking, tilted his head slightly and replied, “No special reasons. If I’m being honest, I just found all the other jobs boring. And this line of work lets me take the most advantage of my abilities, so that helped too.” “Abilities?” asked Johnny. The handsome man in front of Johnny answered, “Well, healing and stuff. I’m the one that patches up my friends if they get banged up.”

A healer for a mercenary group eh? Tough job, it’s real easy to get hurt in a dangerous field like this. We do need people like him though. That being said, if you have healing abilities there’s gotta be other safer opportunities. What’s really going on here? Johnny relaxed a bit before focusing back onto those eyes and said, “There’s gotta be other ways you can take advantage of that kind of ability. Why not become a medic at a hospital or something? Gotta pay better than doing this.” "Well, I guess that's true. Honestly, I just couldn't stand by and watch my friends get hurt. They're just so important to me," replied Jonathan.

Still nothing. What’s with this guy? Wait, let’s focus a bit more. As Johnny stared deeper into his eyes, he finally noticed something special about Jonathan. With most people, there were pieces of their soul resonating in their eyes. That’s how souls work. However, Johnny saw nothing in those eyes. It was a dark, bottomless pit with almost nothing filling it. These weren’t the eyes of a human. This guy was something else.

Jonathan walked up closer, and started feeling Johnny's face. He observed his face as if it was a statue and said, “You look hurt.” Johnny replied, “What, what do you mean?” He was confused. What did he mean by that? Johnny had no noticeable injuries, and most of his previous injuries were either covered up by clothing or internal. Unless Jonathan could somehow sense other people’s health, there was no way he could know about those. Jonathan stared closer at Johnny’s face, pinched his cheeks and said with an unexpectedly cold and indifferent voice, "I'm a healer, silly, I know things. Don't worry, it won't take long."

As Jonathan finished speaking, dark fluid started flowing into every orifice Johnny had on his face. The next thing he knew, Johnny's vision had gone completely dark. Soon, pain filled his every being as he felt every injury he's ever had. He felt every bone he's broken, every muscle he's torn and every bit of flesh that's been stabbed. It was complete agony, every pain he's ever felt in a single second. Then suddenly all of it was gone. All that pain, gone. And all the lingering injuries he had were gone too. Johnny was in the best shape of his life.

How'd he, what was, huh? That was amazing. A guy like this in the hands of people like that, no that's too dangerous. I need to take care of this guy, for the boss. Johnny secretly took out a knife from his back. As bad as he felt, he needed to get rid of him. Someone that powerful could be a threat to Brian, and he couldn't let that happen.

Johnny secretly muttered a prayer under his breath, and approached Jonathan to stab him. Jonathan looked down and smiled as he saw the knife. Shit, he saw it. Wait, what the hell’s he…. As Johnny hesitated, he felt a powerful shockwave to his left with the booming sound of an explosion. As he turned his head, he noticed that the wall had been destroyed, and in the middle was the woman that Brian had taken with him. Her face was covered in little bruises and cuts, and her clothes were a crumpled, torn mess. In her arms was a beaten and battered Brian, and in her eyes he saw a great amount of anger towards Brian and himself. She looked like she had just been in a fist fight with a gang, and by the look of things, she had won.

The girl dashed up to Johnny, clenched her fist and shouted, “What do you think you’re doing to him?!”And then slammed her fist onto Johnny’s face. The shear force of her punch broke his jaw, shattered four teeth and pushed his head so hard his neck almost broke. It was the hardest punch he had ever taken in his life, and he could not believe it could come from a person. As he collapsed, his consciousness fading from the pain and the loss of blood from his fractured face, Johnny thought What the fuck are these guys?

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