#sorry charli but your man is sooo fine

[justanamesstuff]

I need George Daniel in ways i can't explain.

[hiyashortking]

Drunk Dialing Lucifer

Disclaimers and credit: read this post before reading any of my content, please.

Extra warning for this one: There are two suicide comments in the forms of “dark jokes” from the you/reader character. These comments are not challenged and they might hurt to read. Take care of yourselves, darlings. Suicide is not funny and if this was a full novel I would make sure to address that.

Summary: You drunk text and drunk dial Lucifer. He does the same for you later to help you cope with your embarrassment.

Text Message Exchanges

You: i want to duck you so bad, and ducking call you daddy the whole ducking time

Lucifer: Angel, are you okay? Do you need me to come get you?

You: this is not angeldust

You: duck, luci, it’s y/n

Lucifer: Yes, of course, darling. Where are you? Are you with someone? I tried calling but you’re not picking up. I’m worried.

You: im drunk

Lucifer: It appears so. Where are you?

You: i dnt know

Lucifer: Who are you with, darling?

You: vag char ad nifffff f f ty

Lucifer to Charlie: Cherub, can you check on Y/N and let me know if they’re okay?

Charlie: They’re fine. Should I take their phone?

Lucifer: No, that’s okay, sweetheart. Thank you! Have fun!

Lucifer to Vaggie: Maggie, can you check on Y/N and let me know if they’re okay?

Vaggie: Yes, Sir.

Vaggie: They are intoxicated. It appears 3 Long Island Iced Teas have been fully consumed. With their weight and height, this does not appear to be concerning, though I will prevent any further intake. They appear to be in good spirits, though unable to stand without assistance at this time. I will provide ongoing monitoring and support. Is this satisfactory?

Lucifer: 👍

Lucifer to Angel Dust: Angel Dust, can you check on Y/N and let me know if they’re okay?

Angel Dust: oh no Y/N and I are in big trouble, we need a powerful, strong, sexy man to come save us

Lucifer: Are you serious? Tell me where you are and I’ll be right there!

Angel Dust: relaxxx, daddy, all of your princesses and princes are just fine, but hmu later if you’re feeling lonely

Incoming Call from Y/N

Lucifer: Hi, sweetheart. I’ve been reassured that you are safe and well.

You: You are so pretty. Do you know that? I hope you know that.

Lucifer: Why, thank you. That is very sweet!

You: You have gorgeous eyes and I love your teeth. I bet it’s easy for you to make someone bleed; I bet you can’t even nibble on someone without piercing their skin.

Lucifer: Oh my. I should be sitting down for this.

You: I should be sitting on your face.

Lucifer: That- that can be arranged, darling. I didn’t know you felt like this about me. Or is it the alcohol talking? Shoot, should I be ending this conversation to prevent any miscommunication or possible embarrassment? What is the social protocol here? Oh- well, I guess you can’t tell me that right now-

You: Ssssshhhh

Lucifer: Oh! Of course. Yes, shushing. Shushing now.

You: You talk SO MUCH.

Lucifer: Ah, yes, sometimes I do.

You: I love listening to you talk.

Lucifer: You did just shush me, but I’ll try to believe you.

You: Oh fuck, I’m sooo sorry-

Lucifer, laughing: I’m joking, darling, it’s okay.

Lucifer: You okay? Are you still there?

You: Yeah, hold on.

You, muffled: Huh? I’m talking to Luci. I’m trying to tell him how much I want to ride his dick.

Lucifer: Oh my!

You: What do you mean am I sure? I don’t know. Are you sure? Wait-

Call Ended

Text Message Exchanges

Vaggie to Lucifer: Sir, I believe Y/N to be making poor decisions. I have confiscated their phone and will bring them home shortly.

Lucifer: You’re the best!

Vaggie: Update. Y/N has been properly hydrated and brought to their room. They have fallen asleep.

Lucifer: Thanks, Magz. Charlie home okay, too?

Vaggie: Yes, Sir. Getting ready to sleep, as well.

Lucifer: Excellent, you rock! 🔥🔥🔥

The Day After

Text Message Exchanges

Lucifer to You: Good morning, beautiful. I hope you’re feeling well. Would you like me to bring you some breakfast?

You: I’m grounded. I’m not allowed to eat or drink and I’m definitely NOT allowed to text you. I am fucking mortified. Vaggie said I had the audacity to call you? I’m so sorry, Your Majesty.

Lucifer: Oh, stop! I was wildly flattered by what you were saying, but surely you didn’t mean any of it and it was just the alcohol speaking.

You: You’re too kind. I’m a degenerate and I will punish myself accordingly.

Lucifer: Hey, now! All you said was that you wanted to duck me! I’m not even sure what that means. I am so very old, you see. 😜 For all I know, it means you’d like to hold my— hand.

You: I wish I wasn’t already dead.

Lucifer: Beautiful, please stop! I will wipe the night from my memories if that is your wish.

You: PLEASE.

Lucifer: Okay. Can we start over?

You: Yes, please.

Lucifer: I think you’re very pretty.

You: Stop!

Lucifer: And I’d very much like it if you sat on my face.

You: AAAHHHH delete my number, I’m blocking you and setting myself on fire.

Lucifer: Nononononono I’m joking, please don’t!

You: 😭 How am I ever going to be able to look you in the eye ever again? I am MOVING and changing my name.

Lucifer: Okay, okay. I have an idea.

Lucifer: I’m going to get drunk and call you tonight.

You: That … might actually help.

Lucifer: Excellent! I’ve been known to make a huge fool out of myself while intoxicated, so this should cancel out your behavior, and even earn you some credits to say plenty of lewd things to me in the future.

You: 🤦 We’ll see about that.

Later That Night

Incoming Call From Lucifer

You: Wow, you’re really doing it, huh?

Lucifer: I did not think this through.

You: What do you mean?

Lucifer: Well, now I’m drunk, and I’m alone in my room, in the hotel, very close to where your room is, and I’m having a really hard time not just walking over to you.

You: Oh yeah, and what would you do then?

Lucifer: I would ask for permission to kiss you.

You: Damn, even drunk you are polite.

Lucifer: Not polite, just bare minimum decent.

You: I’m wet.

Lucifer: What?

You: I said, I bet.

Lucifer: Hm, well, you see, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what it would be like to kiss you. Your lips seem so plump and soft. You once struggled to lick something off of them at dinner and I’ve come to that image of you in my mind.

You: Oh shit!

Lucifer: Is that okay?

You: Yes. Fuck yes. Tell me more.

Lucifer: I love the way you smell and desperately want to taste you.

Lucifer: I want to taste your lips and your tongue and your face, your neck.

Lucifer: I want to feel your skin and squeeze your ass. Fuck, I can’t talk about your ass.

You: Yes, slow down. What do you want to taste after my neck?

Lucifer: Your tits. I want to see and inhale and touch and tongue and gently pinch. I want to worship your body. I want to make you come by sucking on your tits.

You shake a little as you let out a breath.

Lucifer: I want to fucking devour your thighs. They are magnificent. I want them around my head, around my waist. I want my hands and tongue all over them, every inch. I want to see your fat jiggle when I slap my cock down on them.

You, whispering: Oh for fuck’s sake …

Lucifer: Darling, I think I’m out of liquor.

You: Wha-

Lucifer: Have I done a good enough job for you tonight, or would you like me to continue? I could go down to the bar and get some more.

You: …

Lucifer: Precious, are you there?

You, clearing your throat: I-I’m here. It’s okay. I have completely different reasons now to feel embarrassed and like I can’t look you in the eye.

Lucifer: Oh no, that was not the intention.

You try to settle your breathing.

Lucifer: I’m outside your door.

You: No. No, go away.

Lucifer: My safe word is Duckling. Use it and I’ll go away.

You: …

Lucifer: Open your door, beautiful. I want you to be comfortable around me.

You: I don’t know why I didn’t see this coming.

Lucifer: You are entirely in control. Say the word, and I will go back to my room, or I’ll go downstairs for another drink. Tell me what you desire and I will make it real.

You twist the handle and pull open the door.

Call Ended

[lousypotatoes]

I'm Laughin' The Clouds

Song Recommendation:

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Present....

The room was deathly quiet for a few moments.

Then all of a sudden, Alastor picked Y/N up and spun her around.

"Oh my stars!" he said, putting her down. "It's so wonderful to see you again, my dear!"

"Oh Alastor," she gushed. "I never thought I would see you again."

"As did I!"

"Woah hold the fuck on," Husk blurted out. "How do ya'll know each other?"

"They're both Overlords, obviously," Vaggie said.

"Not all Overlords know each other by name," Y/N explained. "We knew each other when we were alive."

"How did a sweetheart like you end up in Hell?" Alastor asked.

"That's a story for another time," she waved it off. "I could ask the same thing about you, Al."

Everyone else in the Hotel stayed in a stunned silence, watching Alastor and Y/N interact.

"Alas, I'd love to stay and catch up more," Alastor said, twirling his cane around. "But unfortunately, I have some work to do regarding the Hotel. Perhaps we can chat later?"

"I look forward to it,"

"Splendid!" Alastor exclaimed, taking Y/N's hand and kissing her knuckles. "Until then, my dear."

Alastor then melted into the shadows.

She stood there, blushing at the contact they had.

"Sooo, Y/N and Smiles, getting it onnn~" Angel said, thrusting the air.

"You are so gross, Angel," Vaggie said, rubbing her forehead.

"This is so cool!" Charlie exclaimed, clapping. "I didn't know Alastor had any other friends!"

"Yeah," she said awkwardly. "Um- can you show me to my room now Char-"

"Don't try to change the subject baby," Angel interrupted. "I wanna know how exactly you two know each other~"

"Hey, If Y/N doesn't wanna tell us, that's perfectly fine," Charlie said, grabbing onto Y/N's shoulders. "C'mon Y/N, I'll show you to your room."

The room was small but cozy. Snapping her fingers, all of her furniture, plus her dog, appeared in the room, everything all set up.

Your dog woke up, curious to where she was, she started barking.

"Calm down Honey," Y/N said, stroking her head. "We'll be stayin' here for a while."

Y/N sat down on her bed, thinking about the day's events.

What did Alastor do to get sent down to Hell? He was the sweetest man when they were alive, she was devasted when she got the call that Alastor had been shot by a hunter.

It had been a few days since Y/N had arrived at the hotel. She had barely seen Alastor around. She was wondering if he wanted to talk to her as much as she wanted to talk to him. Charlie and Y/N both decided that she would be the assistant facility manger, the assistant to Alastor.

"Sorry ma'am but I only kill people in Hell," she said into the phone, pacing her room.

"How do you even kill down here?" the person asked. "You do know that Sinners can respawn right?"

"Yes ma'am, I know Sinners can respawn," she said, getting annoyed. "That's why I use angelic weapons."

"Why don't you kill you on Earth?"

"Are you stupid or retarded?" she said, starting to get mad. "Sinners can't travel to Earth. But I can recommend you to some friends of mine who can actually travel to Earth."

"But you're an Overlord, how come you can't travel to Earth?"

"Lady, I swear to fuckin' god, just shut the fuck up," she snarled into the phone.

"You don't have the right to talk to me like that!" the lady on the side of the phone screamed.

"Do you know who I am?!" Y/N growled, her wings unfurling and her claws coming out. "I'm goin' to find you, and when I do, I'm gonna gut you like a pig and eat your organs while you're still alive."

Suddenly, there was knock at the door.

"Come in," she said, as calmly she could, quickly hanging up the phone and retracting her wings and claws.

The door opened and Alastor stepped into the room.

"Is everything alright, my dear?" he asked, his smile widening when he saw her. "I heard quite the commotion in here."

"Yes, I'm fine," Y/N said, attempting to calm herself down. "Is there somethin' I could help you with?"

"Seeing as you're my assistant," he began. "I need you to help me create a commercial."

"Oh yeah, of course," she said. "When?"

"Right now,"

"Oh well um," she stuttered. "I was kind of in the middle of somethin' before you came in here."

"Oh yes," Alastor said, bending down, so that their faces were inches apart. "I believe your exact words were 'gut you like a pig and eat your organs.'"

"You were listenin' to my conversation?" she huffed, blush creeping on her face.

"It's hard not to when you're screaming, dear." he said, chuckling.

"Fine," she muttered.

"Splendid!" he said, straightening up. "This will give us the perfect opportunity to catch up!"

"Can't wait," she said, as the two of them walked out of her room.

"Where exactly are we goin'?" she asked as they walked around Pentagram City.

"We're looking for the perfect place to shoot our first scene," he said. "Now tell me, dear, how in the world did someone like you end up down here?"

"I uh-" she said, trying to look for the words. "People hired me to kill for them,"

Alastor's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"Yeah," she laughed awkwardly. "Remember when the mayor got shot in the head at the openin' of that new hospital?"

"That was you?"

She sheepishly nodded "Yup,"

"You caused quite the scandal, Y/N," Alastor complimented. "I'm impressed.

"Why thank you," she grinned. "Why are you down here, Al?"

"Same as you," he said simply. "Only I didn't kill people for money,"

"You hid that fact really well, then" she giggled.

"I could say the same for you, darling,"

"Oh look!" she said, pointing at a bunch of demons fighting. "We could shoot over there,"

"That's perfect!" Alastor said. "You have really good eyes, my dear,"

"That's part of being a falcon demon," she laughed.

After getting the camera shot, the two of them headed back to the hotel.

"I'm not used to walkin' places," she said, stretching out her wings. "I'm so used to flyin' everywhere."

"I can tell," Alastor laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean, Al?" she laughed, hitting his arm.

"Nothing, nothing," Alastor chuckled.

"Still full of mysteries, I see,"

"Oh, you have have no idea, darling,"

"If I may," she began, "Where were you those seven years?"

"Like you said earlier dear, that's a story for another time,"

"How much more footage do we need?" she asked as they made their way up the hill that led to the Hotel.

"Not too much more," he said. "Just some shots of the Hotel."

"Hey, after we finish shootin' for the commercial," she said, blushing, her wings fluttering behind her. "Do you maybe wanna maybe get a drink and talk more?"

"It would be my pleasure, dear,"

sorry that this one is longer than the other ones, I got too carried away with the writing.

i wonder what it would be like to be an Overlord.

remember to stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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@maksdust @trippoverrt @slytherin4ever @lucifers-silhouette @a-small-tyrant @leviwife1

[ohanny]

please please PLEASE tell me more about both winnerdean wips, i’m STARVED

(also i absolutely love your writing and art stuff!!💖💖)

awwww, thank you thank you thank youuu

sooo, basically reputation (dean's version) is split in three parts.

1. i knew you were trouble which is dean's first encounter with winner. it's the first time dean's attending a race as team staff and of course winner, the newbie from red racing, confronts them to start shit.

"aww, fresh meat? not the baby of the team anymore, are you north?"

2. bad blood happens right after charlie beat dean for the right to race and dean is drowning his sorrows and feeling very sorry for himself when winner slithers up and buys him a drink.

"fine, i get it, you're a better person than i am," winner presses on. "but come on... you can't just lay down and take it."

3. look what you made me do sees dean locked up in prison and all his hopes of enduring his sentence in relative peace are dashed when he realizes winner was sent to the same cell block. and as much as dean would love to let him reap what he sows, he can't.

it's hard to hate someone when you can still taste them on your tongue.

dean versus color theory is a shorter one. the basic, vague premise is the prison trio has been released by the prosecutors office because they want to use them to hunt down tony/way or something something. it's not really important.

what is important that they are holed up in a cheap motel and when winner walks out of the bathroom in a blue t-shirt, dean snaps because winner is a red boy.

"take it off."

dean barely recognizes his own voice. the low, threatening rasp of it clearly startles winner as well, freezing the taller man in his tracks.

"what the hell are you -"

"the shirt," dean growls, distress creeping in. "take it off."

[jackienautism]

Saw your latest post and I just want to add that the people who do ship Charlie/Du'met are some of the most toxic people I've seen in SMG fandom. If you dare to bring up the issues with their ship (Especially in the way it overtakes the WOC wlw ship AND the other interracial ship) they'll attack you about it 💀

And not only do they act like this (most of the time) but the fact that they're more willing to ship a man with the guy who is TRYING TO KILL HIM AND HIS EMPLOYEES over the actual romantic relationships in the game is insane to me. People will ship the most horrendously toxic mlm ship before even thinking about the canon wlw ship and it's infuriating. Funny thing is I liked Charlie just fine before but these people are making me hate him lmao

Sorry if i'm rambling I just have a LOT of thoughts on this ship

Oooooh yeah that's not surprising to me 😭 of course the shippers of an inherently bad pairing are going to bad themselves LMAO so sorry if youve ever had to deal w/ any of them in that way :/ i remember seeing something happen under a mutuals post (lazylesbianbear hiii) and its just.... things really start to show when they get SO defensive over someone giving (well deserved, mind you) criticism for their pairing. it sucks that they attack over something like that bc it shows how guilty they are lmao. it shows that they truly and honestly dont care abt those issues OR the fact that their ship is overtaking erin / jamie and mark / kate (who i totally forgot were a pairing for a sec. sorry mark and kate) aka 2 pairings that are LEAGUES above whatever charlie / dumet is. what im saying is, they dont give a fuck abt poc or women, even if they try their best to "prove" it

IT IS INSANE !!!!! AND ITS SOOO SAD..... we already get jack shit in terms of representation (both wlw and interracial relationships) so of course its gonna suuuuck so bad when the most popular pairing is some serial killer and his victim. but i suppose i expect nothing less of fandom :/ and you're right, they'll gravitate towards the worst / most lackluster mlm pairing before ever even considering a wlw one, let alone w/ woc. and its so disappointing. sorry that these ppl have made you dislike charlie a lot more than before though. ive experienced the same shit so you're def not alone in that

and no no worries! you're def not rambling, all of your points are super valid and deserve to be talked about. if you ever have more to say, even though i have not played the game yet, my inbox / messages are always open. hope you have a good day!

[sundayshorrorshow]

Alrighty sooo...here is a short thing I made to experiment with the Elizabeth Ray au. Let me know what y'all think because I'm a little conflicted.

The clocked ticked in the dark creating a soft noise for Peter to focus his mind on instead of the burning pain he couldn't escape from.

The illness began small with a morning sickness here and there. Peter didn't pay attention or worry to much about it, everyone got sick once in awhile. Then the illness took a violent turn for the worst. His pregnant wife, Elizabeth Ann Ray, offered to take him to the doctor but Peter refused. There wasn't anything he hated more than doctors and hospitals. Peter just had to wait it out like a man.

Only, there seemed to be no waiting it out.

Peter was loosing weight rapidly, throwing up constantly. He was keeping Elizabeth wake so he had her move him to the guest bedroom. Elizabeth was far in her pregnancy, she needed all the rest she could get. The Ray's where expecting a boy, which Peter was very excited about even in his deterioration. Elizabeth had Peter fought for weeks about the name until they finally settled on Charles Lee. Charles for Peter's father, Lee for Elizabeth's.

"Peter," Elizabeth's quiet voice made his eyes open. She stood by the bed, from the way she was dressed he could tell she was going out. Elizabeth propped his head up and helped him drink ice cold water. As she slowly laid his head back down the sharp pain in his stomach irrupted and he groaned. Elizabeth stood by quietly, waiting to see if he needed anything else. Her hair was done up in curls and Peter noted the white pearls her mother had given her on thier wedding day.

"Charlie got an appointment?" He croaked.

"It's just a check up, we're getting closer to the day after all. Don't want any unnecessary surprises."

Peter placed his hand on Elizabeth's stomach. He expected her to flinch away like she usually did, but he was happy she didn't this time. From inside Elizabeth came a small kick, Peter took his hand away. "I'm sure he's fine. If he's anything like his daddy he's strong."

"I've gotta get going. I'll be home in time to cook your supper." Elizabeth turned away to leave, taking one small careful step.

"Lizzie?"

She stopped, her back still turned.

"I love you..I'm sorry I'm not getting better. I don't feel like much of a man these days. Got a baby on the way and here I am," he coughed.

Elizabeth turned around a little, her blue eyes cold. Almost empty.

"I just," he sighed "I hate feeling so weak"

Elizabeth bit her tongue to keep the laughter down. He looked like an idiot, laying there in his sickness. He was always pathetic and now Elizabeth could see it plain as day. She stepped out of the room, going outside to the car. When she was safely inside she smiled wildly, covering her mouth in desperate attempts to keep from laughing. It didn't work. Elizabeth laughed for what felt like minutes, then she sighed happily and patted her stomach.

"Oh Charles, if you're anything like your bastard father I'll kill you just the same."

[undyingskies]

PDA

Request: Hello! Could you do an Owen Joyner one where he finds out (in a game or something) that his S/O likes forehead kisses and to be called Angle and Chickadee?

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy! There are no warnings for this one! I am happy to take more requests if anyone has them! xoxo 

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You didn’t want to be frustrated or upset but you were, you weren’t huge on PDA either but it’d be nice if your boyfriend acted like your boyfriend in public. But no, Owen would barely even hold your hand in public and you didn’t really understand. He wouldn’t even call you a nickname.

It just never felt like the right moment to bring it up or tell him, you didn’t want to make him do anything he was uncomfortable with or upset him. It would be nice to feel like your boyfriend was proud of you and wanted to show you off just a little bit though.

It seems random to be having all these thoughts right now, but you’re getting ready for a party tonight with the rest of the cast so you know that Owen wouldn’t be very close to your side for the rest of the night.

You’re finishing getting ready, running your fingers through your curled hair and making sure that your dress is laying perfectly on your body. If he wouldn’t touch you, you could at least make him look at you.

“Hey Y/N, almost ready?” You hear your boyfriend calling out to you as you walk into the hall, almost running into him not realizing he was walking towards the room.

“Oh, I’ll take that as a yes.” He says with a laugh, while looking down at you and grabbing onto your hands to make you do a twirl.

“You look beautiful.” He says, leaning down to give you a kiss.

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” You’re not wrong, he looks good. He’s in a button up and his hair has gotten longer since filming and it really just made him that much more handsome.

You lean in to give him one more kiss, then taking him by his hand to walk into the living room. Charlie is sitting on the couch waiting for you guys and upon seeing him Owen is quick to drop your hand. Yep, even in front of Charlie he still won’t show much affection. You feel your smile fall and Charlie notices, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Well you guys ready to go?” Charlie asks while grabbing his keys heading for the door, you guys following behind him.

Charlie and Owen occupy the front seat and you take the back. The boys quickly fall into their conversation, leaving you just giving them “oh yeahs” and “mm’s.” You’re not really in the mood for a conversation right now, too caught up in your thoughts. Owen notices your silence though.

You get to the party rather quickly; it wasn’t far from the boy’s apartment. You hop out of the car and head towards the door but before you can, Owen is grabbing onto your hand pulling you behind.

“Is everything okay?” He asks the worry evident on his face and voice.

“Ya, I’m fine!” You lean in to give him a quick kiss before you walk inside, him closely behind.

By the time you make it inside, the party is already in full swing. Everyone has huge smiles on their faces and are having a great time.

“I’m gonna go catch up with the boys, see if I can find them.” Owen tells you; he gives your hand a quick squeeze.

“Sounds good, I’ll find the girls! We can catch up later.” You let him know with a smile and then you two are on your separate ways.

You make your way through the party hoping to see your friends, but you’re having a hard time. As much as you know the cast and crew, there are still a lot of crew members you didn’t know or have yet to meet.

A familiar laugh catches your ear as you turn the corner. That’s when you see the girls, Madi, Jadah, and Tori; but not Savannah, weird. You walk up to the group, quick to give everyone hugs, saying hello.

You’re quick to get engulfed in the conversation with the girls. They’re talking about some guy Tori thought was cute at the party. You jump at the feeling of someone’s hand on your wrist, you turn to see Savannah smiling at you.

“Can I steal you for a second, talk really quick?” She asks, you nod letting her know yes.

“I’ll be right back girls.” They give you a quick wave and immediately go back to their conversation.

Savannah pulls you through the party and leads you outside to the balcony. She turns and just stares at you for a bit. You give her a look of confusion.

“Soooo?” She asks.

“Sooo what??” You ask, confused by her actions now.

“Have you talked to Owen yet?” Oh, ya. Savannah has been your confidant lately with how you have been feeling.

“No, I haven’t. It’s never felt like the right moment to bring it up...” You trail off.

“Come on Y/N, you’re never gonna feel better or fix the issue if you don’t talk to him about it!”

“I know Sav, it’s just how do I bring it up? Like hey Owen, I really wish you would act like you liked me in front of other people?? Like a nickname would be nice or even just forehead kisses!! Instead of always just dropping my hand and standing like 5 feet away from me!”

“You have to tell him...” She tells you.

“I know, I know! But seriously it’s hard! I don’t know how to be like hey maybe please use a nickname? Call me Angel maybe? I always thought that was a cute one. I know he’s not huge on PDA but holding my hand doesn’t seem to hard or just leaving kisses on my forehead, that’s all I ever really wanted!” You tell her getting more frustrated by the minute.

Little did you know that Owen was standing on the other side of the door listening to the whole thing. He was looking for you and noticed you and Savannah on the balcony. He went to talk to you guys but once he heard you talking it stopped him dead in his tracks.

Did he really do that? He knows he wasn’t very loving in public, it’s just that PDA wasn’t really his thing. He didn’t mean to make you feel that way or make it seem like he didn’t want people knowing you were his girlfriend.

He walks away to gather his thoughts; he really didn’t want to hear the rest of the conversation as it started to break his heart.

“Hey man, you alright?” Charlie asks him as he can see the concern on Owen’s face when he makes his way back over to the guys.

“Do I really push Y/N away when people are around? Like does it seem like I’m embarrassed by her or that I don’t like her?” He asks Charlie, by the look on Charlie’s face he thinks he knows the answer.

“If you want the truth man, ya. You drop her hand and move away from her even if it’s just me in the room. I get it, you’re not huge on PDA but you could give her a little affection. It wouldn’t hurt anyone and I know it would make her feel better.”

“So, she’s talked about to you also?” That one hurt, everyone seemed to know but him.

“Well ya. Not a lot though, she just wanted to see if it was just in her head or not. She didn’t want to bring it up because she didn’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.” Charlie says, putting his hand on Owen’s shoulder to comfort him.

“I would go talk to her dude, only way you can make it better.”

Owen knows he’s right. He goes to find his girlfriend hoping he could fix the situation. He never wanted her to question his love for her.

He’s able to find her back inside with the group of girls. They all are sitting on the couch, talking and drinking from their cups. When they see Owen approach, silence falls over them.  

“Hey Y/N, could I maybe steal you for a second? I just wanna talk to you.” He says reaching his hand out to her. This could be the start of the change. She looks at him and then his hand and takes it hesitantly.

He quickly pulls her through the crowd, but instead of the balcony this time he takes her to an empty room for some privacy. Once the door is closed, he’s quick to place his lips on hers. Her hands quickly entangling themselves in his hair as she melts into the kiss.

She is quick to pull away though.

“Owen, as much as I love kissing you. This is not normal.” She tries laughing it off.

“What’s up with you?” She asks him, the confusion evident on her face. As much as her boyfriend is loving in private, he would never pull something like this because of his fear that someone may walk in.

“Truthfully Y/N, I overheard your conversation with Savannah...”

“Oh...”

“Ya, then I asked Charlie about it too and he said you talked to him about it also. I didn’t really realize I was doing that and I’m sorry but it does hurt that you went to everyone else but me to talk about it.” He says, while pulling on her hand to have her sit next to him on the bed. His hand then moving to caress her thigh.

“It’s okay, I just… I don’t know. I never knew how to bring it up. I never wanted to force you to do something you weren’t comfortable with or make you feel hurt. It just felt easier talking to everyone but you and I’m sorry, I was just scared.” You look down at his hand that’s on your thigh, embarrassed that this is the way he found out. Owen’s quick to place his hand under your chin, pulling your face up to make eye contact.

“You never have to feel that way when it comes to talking to me about these kinds of things. I want you to come to me with anything no matter what it is, that way we can talk it through and fix it. I never knew I was acting like that! PDA always just intimidated me and I wasn’t really sure how to go about it, ya know? I never wanted to make you feel weird either.” Of course, that sounds like your boyfriend. You chuckle at the thought, of course he was worried about messing something up as silly as PDA.

His face lights up at the sound of your chuckle, knowing his words are helping the situation.

“I get that, but I can promise you some PDA is way better than none!” You tell him, playfully swatting at his chest. Owen grabs onto your hand and pulls you close to leave a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Noted.” He is laughing before placing another kiss onto your lips. Then he’s pulling you to your feet and pulling you close for a hug.

“So angel, we’re better know?” Your cheeks tinting pink at his words knowing he overheard your conversation with Savannah.

“Ya, we’re all better now.”

“Anything else I should need to know before we head back out there? Other nicknames? Any other notes you’d like to give me.” He asks, laughing.

“You know I always liked the idea of the nickname chickadee! I always thought it was cute and a little different.” You tell him, watching a smile form on his face.

“Chickadee and Angel it is then.” He says and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Heard you like those too.” Owen sends you a wink at his words. You laugh pulling him in for another hug and kiss.

As you pull apart, he places one last kiss on your forehead.

“Well let’s get going then angel, time to show the world how much I adore you.”

He’s got you by the hand and pulling you back out to the party. A huge smile across both your faces.

[themadauthorshatter]

YO!

Hi! 😊

I don't know about you guys, but I think it's time to catch up with our dear friends in the Toppat!Charles AU.

Part 7 was SOOO long, and I will try to pack in as much as I can without excluding an outro.

LAST TIME ON THE TOPPAT!CHARLES SHOW: (Old timey 1920's reporter voice) Terrence Suave escaped the CCC in order to find Henry and convince him to help break Reginald Copperbottom out of The Wall. Although their attempt was successful, Dmitri attacked and almost killed Henry, who was saved by his father at the last minute. Meanwhile, Charles is getting used to his place as leader, even if the reception is a little frosty.

(Back to normal) Of course, if you want the FULL background, here are the previous parts:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

With all that out of the wag, LET'S GET BACK INTO IT!!!!

CRAZY JUMPCUT WARNING, IT'S ABOUT TO GET CRAZY!!!

We open on the Toppat orbital station as Charles and Right get an emergency call from Burt: there's a broadcast coming from Earth that's just for them.

On Earth, Henry holds Reginald by his arm, tight enough to keep a hold on him yet loose enough to not bruise. So far, all they have is white noise, but a thumbs up from the general in the next room tells them that this is working.

On the orbital station, Charles and Right watch the white noise as well, but do hear a voice, wven though it's extremely garbled.

"-Arles? ...Righ- ...Man? -You hear m-?"

Back in Earth, Henry clears his throat and tries again.

"Charles? Right Hand Man? It's Henry Stickmin. Can you hear me?"

It takes a minute or so that feels like forever, but the feed becomes clear and shows Charles and Right standing side by side, Charles annoyed as all hell and Right being smug. Neither see Reginald yet because Henry is holding him just out of the camera's sight.

"'Ello again. Miss us already?"

Henry glares into the camera and signs with one hand.

Already knowing sign Charles translates, "Barely. I have a present for you, though."

Henry nods and pulls Reg into the fame, and Right's smug face drops INSTANTLY.

Reginald's time in The Wall has inded taken its toll. His hair, despite regular washing, is still insanely greasy and messy. His moustache is messy too from no time being given to care for it. He's thin, too, thinner than Terrence Suave is, thinner than CHARLES. (For context, Terrence has only lost fifteen pounds, though the augmentations make him tremendously heavy, Charles has lost about twenty-seven pounds, and Reginald has lost nearly forty pounds since his imprisonment.)

Reg gasps at seeing Right, especially the augmentations that follow Right's emotions as he leans forward and closer to the screen.

He pulls out of Henry's grip to try to get closer, even though there's a screen and millions of miles between them.

"Reg!"

"Right Hand Man!? You're alive! How!?"

Right's smile of relief turns to a snarl as he turns his attention back to Henry.

"You son of a BITCH, Stickmin!"

Henry pulls Reginald away from the screen and signs again, Charles translating for him.

"'Eye for an eye. If you want him back...'"

Charles is silent as Henry keeps signing for a little bit, giving a location to meet him.

He only glares at Henry, extremely offended.

"He wants to meet in the desert. The one close to the CCC headquarters. Where we arrested the previous leader."

Henry nods.

Right is about to speak, but Charles steps in front of him and pushes him back.

"And if we don't agree?"

Henry points a finger gun at Reginald, though the threat is pretty reluctant in his eyes. 'Execution.'

Right a mini panic and Charles smirks, especially when Right cuts in.

"Fine! Deal! We'll meet you there tomorrow! Just don't hurt him!"

Henry nods and signs, 'Tomorrow.'

With that, and a few moments of tense staring with Charles, the transmission ends.

Henry sighs and signs to the general and Ellie from behind a window, 'Now we wait.'

"What's your plan now?" Galeforce asks. "What're you going to do?"

Henry makes a rectangle with his hands and then a sort of "opening-closing" gesture.

'Box.'

ON THE TOPPAT ORBITAL STATION!!!!

Charles is roaming the halls, examining portraits of past clan leaders. He hasn't gotten his own yet, but neither has Right. He's mostly looking at Randy Radman.

"That one was one of the best leaders," Right muses from Charles's side. "Got it worse, though. 'Ad a fist fight with gold gun right there." He points to Terrence's portrait. "Knocked 'im out where he stood and made 'im fall into a propeller, back when we used the airship. I remember 'ow 'e laughed afterward. Thought 'e lost 'is marbles. Reg and I 'ad to clean 'im out a few days later."

Charles is silent when Right finishes, only coughing a little bit. After about a minute, he speaks up.

"Guess you're done with me?"

Right shrugs. "As much as I like you, I like Reg a little more."

Charles clenches a fist as Right continues.

"I'm getting 'im back and no one's stopping me. Sorry, kid, but I'm givin' you back. You've been 'ere long enough."

Charles fights the rage boiling inside of him and forces a smile. "I thought you'd kill me when I overstayed my welcome."

Right smirks back. "I like Reg even more alive. Thought crossed my mind from time to time, though."

Charles nods and leaves, claiming he's going to say goodbye to the room and cell he was in, finding some closure there.

Right looks over to Reginald's portrait and gets a sorrowful look on his face as he places a non-cybernetic hand on the painting.

"Soon. Sorry it took so long, Reg."

Back with Charles, though, he storms into his room and has an Aaron Burr "Your obedient servant" brooding moment.

He's been kidnapped, starved, beaten, tortured, and forced to join the Toppat Clan, he has pneumonia and needs to use eye drops, and now he's just being tossed around like a hot potato?

You can see why something like this would piss him off.

Unlike Henry's leadership, however, there's no one to back up Charles.

He gets to his room and throws his hat at the window and trashes his room.

After he's done and has worn himself out, he spots a gun on his desk and smiles, the greatest plan forming in his broken mind

If that's how you want to play, let's do this.

BACK ON EARTH!!!!!!

Henry is chilling in a box that can hold him comfortably, thinking out a plan of escape should the meeting go wrong.

The execution threat on Reginald seemed to work wonders, but there could be a chance Right backs out on this deal and holds on to Charles, just one of the possibilities that could happen. Ellie and Terrence will be joining them for the hostage swap, another precaution in case shit hits the fan.

Speaking if Terrence, Henry gets a knock from the outside of the box and he pops out to see his father giving him weird eyes.

"Guess... THIS is your plan?"

'It might be, if all goes wrong.'

Terrence shakes his head. "Knowing that poodle, he's not giving you any trouble, not with his master on the line."

Henry looks away from him and shakily nods.

"How're you feeling, by the way? Your hand getting better?"

Henry checks his hand, which is in a cast, and nods. 'Yeah. Just needs a little bit to heal.'

"Good." Terrence lightly smacks Heney on the head. "Smart thinking, by the way. Taking on the warrant on his own turf."

Henry winces and signs, 'It gave you guys a chance to get away.'

"And almost got YOU killed. Try saving your friend after that."

Henry nods. 'Thanks.'

"Can't let the warrant kill you before me or Bill."

The two share a smile and prepare for the meet at night.

With Reginald, he tries to make himself presentable for when he sees Right and the clan again, pinching color into his cheeks, trying to fix his hair and style his mustache by hand, and trying to dewrinkle his clothes; he has standards.

When Henry and Galeforce walk in, the general saying grouchily, "Once we get Charlie back and get you back to the clan, don't expect us to keep letting you all off the hook."

"I need time to rest myself after being locked up twice. Don't go flattering yourself."

They get some handcuffs on Reginald and get situated in a helicopter or carrier of some kind and fly off to the desert.

TIME JUMP BROUGHT TO YOU BY EIGHT HAND MAN BEING SOFT FOR REGINALD!!!!!

Charles and Right are already waiting when they see the government, Terrence, and Henry arrive with Reginald.

Ellie, Galeforce, Terrence, and Henry approach, Reg trying to hold back a smile when he sees Right in the flesh. Galeforce feels an emotional gut punch when he sees Charles, but business first.

"Evening, gentlemen."

"General." Charles says with a tip of his head; he is not wearing his top hat. "Good to see you're doing well."

Right grimaces at Terrence Suave, who gives a smirk to his fellow cyborg.

"Mr. Suave."

"Right Hand Man, old friend. How've you been? You look good. Get any new updates?"

Henry clears his throat as Ellie chides, "Focus."

Charles's gaze softens on Ellie, apologetic. "Hey, Ellie."

Ellie is quiet for a second before replying, "Um... Hey, Charles. We're here to take you home."

He hardens again, his face a mix of stoicism and anger. "After he wanted me gone, he suddenly wants me back?" He asks as he gestured to Henry.

Henry looks at the ground and shrinks under Charles's gaze, his sign barely seen. 'I'm sorry.'

Charles scoffs. "All you criminals are the same: When things don't go your way, you'll use anything and anyone you can to make it go your way."

Henry shakes his head. 'I never wanted this to happen. I made a deal with the CCC to be here, just please come back.'

Charles's angry dace breaks into shock.

'I'm sorry I didn't take the shot. I'm sorry for everything you went through, and I'm sorry I couldn't save you earlier. Please just come home.'

Right hides a smirk, Reginald gives Right, 'Really? Overboard, much?' eyes, Ellie and Terrence fight tears, and Galeforce clears his throat.

"Come on, Charlie. Let's get you home."

Charles doesn't respond for a second and remains still before gesturing to Reginald. "Let him say 'hi' to his right hand man first, then we can go."

Reg and Right are both surprised by this, but Galeforce complies, taking off Reginald's handcuffs.

Reg and Right run toward each other and meet in a very warm, tearful embrace, one with crying and one running his fingers through the other's hair, one that makes Henry and even Terrence smile; say what you will, these two make a cute couple.

In this moment, Henry notices a slight movement from Charles.

The former pilot smiles widely, teeth bare, eyes bloodshot and wide, and tears streaming down his face as he pulls a gun out from his coat and takes aim.

With a lurch, Galeforce, acting purely on instinct, goes for his own gun in his belt, Ellie backs away(Charles is one hell of a shot and she doesn't want to learn that again), Terrence reaches for Henry, and Henry darts toward Charles.

"NO!"

BANG!

MAN! Don't you just love cliff hangers? Leaves you right on the tips of your toes and gets you askimg the serious question: "WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!?"

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this post and I'm so sorry this took so long to post; I won't get too personal, but where I am right now isn't exactly the best for a creative mind. Hopefully that changes soon, but time will tell.

Any way, I hope you all enjoyed this part. I'm so glad I can do an outro thing for this one!!😂😅

[gamergirl929]

The Man’s Champion  (Becky Lynch x Reader)

Anonymous Request:  Hey I think your writing is incredible and I wanted to make a request where Becky is dating the reader who is the MMA fighter who knocked out Rhonda Rousey and is the Ufc champ. Maybe she shows up during their feud or the one with Shayna? And is a total badass, but totally bottoms for Becky? Sorry if that’s confusing and makes no sense... I just wanted to say you’re awesome!

THE IS SMOOT, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

You couldn’t help but smirk from your place in the front row, watching Becky cut a promo was always all encompassing, the woman having a way with her words that made you hang on every word.  

It’s when that promo is ruined by the Cage Fighter, The Queen of Spades, Shayna Baszler begins her assault. Your fingers twitched, hands balling into fists, you wanted nothing more than to leap over the barricade and take out the former Cage Fighter, but the UFC champion interfering in WWE?  

You’d be stripped of your title for sure, but it was when Shayna sunk her teeth into your girlfriend’s neck that all of your sense went out the window.  

Shayna had made a quick retreat when you jumped over the barricade, cupping Becky’s cheeks as she rambled to the medical staff, chanting over and over again; I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine.

“Baby, you’re bleeding, we need to get you to the hospital...” You frown.  

Becky shakes her head.  

“I’m fine.”  

Becky’s brown orbs flutter open, immediately seeing the sadness and concern in your eyes, accompanied by a stealthy pout, you had an image to maintain after all.

Becky groans.  

“Damn it, Y/N. I’m fine. Where’s Shayna?” She asks her hand on her bleeding neck.  

You practically have to chase your girlfriend back stage, glaring at the medical team to keep them away from her.  

“Becky, you have to-

Becky turns on you, utter fury in her brown orbs.  

“I’m da Man damn it; I can take care of myself.”  

You pinch the bridge of your nose, unable to hold back a smile.  

“You’re always so fucking stubborn.” You mumble under your breath as you chase after her, noticing the bleeding is getting worse.  

“Becky, I know you can take care of yourself, but you still need to get it looked at.” You grab her shoulder, the woman turning around abruptly.  

Becky lets out a groan, rolling her brown orbs at the sight of your pout, bottom lip jutted out as far as it can go.  

“Fine, but I won’t like it... And if we see Shayna...” She shakes her finger and you nod.  

“I won’t hold you back.”  

                                                          ***

Of course, you hadn’t expected for Becky to steal the ambulance, driving the two of you to the hospital and back, after Becky was bandaged up, the woman yet again cutting an amazing promo before coming back to you backstage.  

You frown, brushing a fingertip across some dried blood on her cheek.  

“Come on babe, let’s get you cleaned up.”  

“Excuse me, Becky would you like to comment on-

You turn around, sending Charly Caruso a glare that makes her little back away, hands held up in surrender.  

You turn back to Becky your steely Y/E/C orbs softening immediately which makes her smile.  

“You know when I get my hands on her, I’ll make the first time I knocked her out look like a love tap.” You snarl angrily, Becky taking your hand.  

“Come on, yer gonna clean me up, right?” She asks and you give her a shy smile, cheeks pink.  

“Gladly.”  

                                                          ***

You’d become Becky’s shadow after that, your presence in the backstage area deterring any and all challengers who wanted a piece of Becky Lynch.  

You were the UFC Champion, the underdog who’d knocked Ronda Rousey out with a swift punch, shocking the world.  

You could also say the same about Shayna since you knocked her out with a knee to the face, busting the woman open in the process.  

You were a force to be reckoned with, currently untouchable in the world of MMA.  

When it came to Becky Lynch though?  

You were literal putty in her hands, the woman had you wrapped around her finger and she knew it.  

Becky delicately cups your cheeks, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.  

���Go get them champ.” You smirk and Becky grins, patting her title.  

“Oh, I will. Stay outta trouble.”  

                                                          ***

Becky, as per usual is cutting an amazing promo, slowly digging Shayna’s grave when the woman herself makes her presence known, but not in the ring, no, the woman strutting up to you backstage.  

Almost immediately a camera is on the two of you, Becky going silent as she stares at the Tron where there’s literal inches between you and Shayna.  

“You look pretty cocky strutting up to me, I mean... The last time we met I kneed you in the head and knocked your ass out.” You smirk, the WWE Universe cheering.

Becky smirking up at the screen.  

You chuckle.  

“Why are you back here with me?” You nod your head towards the camera. “Your opponents out in the ring, afraid?” You ask, a cocky smirk stretched across your face, your nose brushes Shayna’s as you lean closer.  

“Yeah, I knocked you out in UFC...” You pat your title.  

“But Becky?”  

You grin cockily.  

“Becky Lynch is gonna beat the holy hell out of you.”  

Wordlessly, you turn on your heels and walk away, leaving a visibly shaken Shayna Baszler behind.  

Becky nods, clapping a hand against the microphone.  

“I think Y/N said all dat needs ta be said.”  

Becky’s music hits and the fans cheer, the Raw Women’s Champion holding her title high, a smirk on her face as her tongue swipes at her lips.  

She definitely would have to pay you back for that solid promo tonight.  

                                                          ***

“I know that look...” You smile as you follow Becky into your hotel room, the woman immediately pushing you back against the door when it clicks shut.  

“Wat look?” She asks as she presses sloppy kisses to your neck, your head tilting back as you hum.  

“They look that usually leads to...” You groan when Becky gives your pulse point a nip.  

“Usually leads ta wat?” She asks as her tongue flicks against your pulse point, your hips jumping slightly.  

“Ya mean da type of wrestlin’ not fit fer TV?” She teases and you nod, grunting when the woman’s hands slip up the back of your shirt, unhooking your bra.  

“Ye-Yeah...” You stutter, the Irishwoman smirking as her lips trace your jawline, her fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.  

You immediately lift your arms in the air, the Raw Women’s Champion grinning as she pulls your shirt over your head, pulling your bra down your arms until your top half is entirely bare.  

“All mine.” Becky whispers, ducking her head to dot the flesh of your breasts with love bites before she latches onto your nipple, nipping, sucking and flicking her tongue against the erect bud before turning her attention to your other breast.  

Becky’s fingers run down your body, stopping when they get to the button of your pants, popping them open easily, her fingers slowly, teasingly dragging the zipper of your pants down.  

“Daddy is gonna take care of ya.”  

Becky’s eyes lock with yours as she sinks to her knees, pulling your shoes off before her fingers slip into your belt loops, the woman’s brown, nearly black orbs still locked with yours as she drags your pants, and panties down your legs.  

You tilt your head back, picking your feet up so she can rid you of the garments entirely. You let out a squeak when Becky pulls your legs up over her shoulders, using her incredible upper body strength to hold you up.

“Daddy’s gonna make ya feel so good...” She purrs, kissing up your thighs before she buries her face between your legs.  

You shudder, the woman delicately kissing your clit, grinning up at you, her eyes locked with yours as she runs a tongue through your folds, humming.  

“Ya always taste sooo good...” She purrs.  

You let out a cry when Becky begins licking wildly at your sex, her nose bumping your clit before she lashes at it with her tongue.  

“Tell me how much ya like it.” She whispers between your legs, and you groan, your fingers tangling in her hair as her tongue flicks and swipes against your clit. 

“Oh god, I love it. I love it...”  

You moan as Becky sucks your clit into her mouth, flattening her tongue against it, her head shaking back and forth at it rubs against your clit.  

“Just like that, just like that.” You chant, Becky chuckling as she works you to your highest peak.  

You squeak when Becky slips her hands behind you, slapping your ass as she licks at you wildly.  

“Tell daddy how close ya are...” She whispers and you cry out, your brows furrowed as your body rocks.  

“I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so close.” Your breath hitches as Becky slaps your ass.  

“Yesssssss, cum fer me baby.”  

Becky’s hands slide up your body, palming your breasts, pinching your nipples between your fingers.  

“FUCK BECKY...!” You cry out, your body shaking as the woman eagerly drinks in the essence pouring you from your core.  

Becky, ever so gently slides you down to the floor before she takes you in her arms, carrying you to the bed, your legs wrapping around her middle.  

“I’m far from done wit ya.” She whispers and you smile, burying your face in her neck, nibbling on the sensitive flesh before she drops you onto the bed.  

You watch eagerly as Becky sheds her clothes, the tanned God standing before you, a cocky smirk on her face.  

“Move closer to da headboard love.” Becky nods and you do, shuffling backwards The Man climbing on top of you, stopping to pretty tender kisses to your lips.  

“I love ya Y/N.” She whispers and you grin.  

“I love you too Becky.”  

Becky nods towards the headboard, sitting up.  

“Want a taste?” She winks and you lick your lips.  

“Always.” You bite your bottom lip, Becky shifting until her thighs are on either side of your head, the woman resting on your chest.  

You turn your head, nuzzling into her thigh, pressing delicate kisses to the smooth, soft flesh.  

“Please, let me make you feel good.” You purr, the Raw Women’s Champion grinning as she again shifts, her core hovering above your face, before she slowly lowers her hips.  

Becky gasps, grasping the headboard when your tongue runs through her folds, the woman throwing her head back.  

You groan against her, the rumbling against her core making Becky tremble, the woman giving her own breasts a squeeze.  

“Ya... Just like dat.” She whispers as your tongue assaults her clit, the woman squeezing her breasts roughly as you grab her ass, your tongue slithering into her entrance.  

“Ya, deeper.” She growls, your tongue slithering as deep as it can in exploration of Becky’s tight channel, your nose nuzzling against her clit as you explore.  

You feel her walls fluttering slightly and you hum.  

“Don’t stop, I’m so close.” Becky groans, her hips rolling as you latch onto her clit, your lips wrapping around the senstive numb, giving it a hard suck before you lash it with the tip of your tongue.  

“Yes! Just like-

Becky shivers, body stiffening before she shakes, her body trembling as she cums, hard, your tongue adding her through her high, her slick coating your tongue.  

Becky eventually stills, rolling off of you, panting heavily, a toothy grin on her face.  

She rolls over, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into her, your face buried in her chest.  

Becky tilts her head back, kissing your forehead.  

“I love ya so much Y/N...” She whispers and you grin.  

“And I love you too.”  

Becky remains silent for a minute before grinning.  

“Imagine wat people would think if dey knew ya were a da Man’s bottom.”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes.  

“Shut it Lynch.”  

[mirrorfalls]

Lego Liveblogs ST: TOS, part 6 (of who-the-hell-knows-how-many?)

So... The Naked Time. Probably gonna be another of those episodes where Roddenberry was in full “but on this planet they have a cultural taboo against pants!” mode, but that shouldn’t disqualify it on its own merits. And... wait, is this the legendary “Sorry, neither.” episode?

Let’s find out.

* And we open up on Space Antarctica, where Redshirt #23 gets himself infected with the Thing in record time. This is gonna be fun. ** But for Christ’s sake, guys. If a mannequin was all you could afford for the “woman”, couldn’t you have at least covered the face up with a sheet of snow or something?! * Spock in civvies cuts a surprisingly... fine figure. * Okay, now I’m starting to see why so many reviewers call the Spock-Bones banter in these early eps straight-up racism. * Alright, I know I’ve said this about half the preceding episodes, but this one’s plot looks genuinely foolproof. Kirk and co. need to perform a conflict-free - but still tricky - scientific mission, and an alien pathogen’s just happened to slip onboard. No leaps in the premise, no stupid B-plots to screw up the pacing. Let’s do this. * Peak Trek Aesthetic; using a punchcard to get your lunch out of the replicator. * See, Mr. RedBlueshirt? This is why we always use hand sanitizer after being outdoors. * Gotta say, this is pretty well-written “madness” for a ‘60s pop-adventure show. Just take a guy’s lingering survivor’s guilt and dial it up to eleven. No random obsessions or nursery-rhyme chants or anything. * Guys, it’s a freaking butter knife. That thing couldn’t stab through a- ** Oops. * By the way - some people might consider it laughably cheap, but as something of an amateur germophobe I really like how the pathogen’s mostly depicted as this thing nobody can see but everyone can feel slithering over their hands. * “A valuable study. We may be seeing Earth's distant future.” This line seriously does not get enough attention in Spock retrospectives. * Somehow it never occurred to me that Sulu is the closest the bridge crew has to a jock. * “Bones, I want the impossible checked out too!” “Damn it, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a Scotsman!” ** Seriously, though - I like the general lesson here, that out on the Frontier you can do every procedure and double-check right and still get fucked over, because that’s what it means to explore the Unknown. * Bones why do you have bottles of Lysol just lying around in sickbay * Oh yeah. Shirtless Sulu o’clock. ** And now, The Line. Gotta admit, I wasn’t expecting Nichols to sound quite that... schoolgirlish saying it. * ... do you guys not have security on the bridge or ** Okay, I’ll never say no to a Nerve Pinch, but you’d think there’d be at least one Phaser around... * Ooh, 20 minutes before the gravity whatchamacallit flambes the entire ship. Now that’s pacing. * This guy seems a little too conveniently (and maliciously) competent next to the other infected crewmembers... I doubt they’re going to go with a “Oh, he was faking it the whole time, did everything of his own free will!” twist at the end, so here’s hoping he won’t be the antagonist for the entire rest of the ep. ** OTOH, Scotty gets to be a hands-on MVP for a change, and who doesn’t love that? * Spock, let’s have some more of those Nerve Pinches, chop chop! ** At this point you can count every “Jesus, I’m retiring from this show the first chance I get” line on poor Rand’s face. * Oh for the love of- Were you guys seriously examining Sulu without any protection?! * And now we’re throwing the nurse at Spock. Honestly, every face Nimoy makes here should be its own reaction gif. ** Ohhh, right, this is the Spock-cries episode, too. Really should reread that anecdote sometime. * “I can't change the laws of physics!” That’s quitter talk, Scotty, and you know it. * Jesus, Bones, did you stick him with a needle or a branding iron?! ** Oh, so this is why so many recaps of this episode just talk about everyone being drunk... the pathogen is just water that’s evolved(?) to a different molecular form resembling booze? Sure, fine. ** Insert stock you’d-expect-an-Irishman-to-hold-his-drink-better line here ** (Also, I suppose the crew is lucky that nobody's the go-to-sleep kind of drunk.) * Ahh, our first taste of Spock backstory. Let’s have that good good angst. * Not that I mind a little violence between friends, Kirk, but are you sure you want Spock doing supercomputer-tier calculations while smashed out of his mind? * ... hm. On the one hand, Spock being (temporarily?) shocked back into sobriety on seeing Kirk succumbing is both emotionally touching and narratively efficient. On the other: more proof that when all else fails, all you can do is appeal to a Vulcan’s ego. * Wonder how big the Kirk/Enterprise tag on AO3 is... * Cheap religious symbolism ho! * Took ya long enough to get him an antidote, bud. * Well, that was quick. ** Uhhh, I’ll assume imploding engines are a good thing in this context. * Wait, are you serious? Time travel stuff in the last three minutes of the episode?! * Sooo... our heroes literally get a clean slate from everything that just happened. I guess they still have to live with the memories of it all, but really?

I’m really torn about this one. There’s only the slightest slip of a Lesson here (beyond “don’t take your fucking Hazmat suit off on an alien planet”, I guess), but it’s probably the series’ best-paced episode yet, with tangible stakes and unobtrusive comic relief... right up to those last three minutes, which throws all that beautiful buildup into a woodchipper. Deus ex Machina isn’t even a strong enough word to describe it - probably nothing is.

Ah, well. We’ve got solid proof that the writing team can build a solid start, if nothing else. One day they’ll stick the landing.

Next: In the main study of an exclusive private school in New York’s Westchester County, a strange, silent man sits motionless... what? Wrong Charlie X? C’mon, how different can they be?

[rvnclwrites]

Romania 1999 Pt 1 (Charlie Weasley x Female MC)

Sooo of course instead of coming up with creative ideas for my current requests, my brain decides to think of a new fic series idea instead. Probably going to be at least 5 parts. And it’s gonna be a slooow burn with plot :)

Summary: AU where MC is an American who attended the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry instead of Hogwarts. Set eight years post graduation (1999) when she finally gets the nerve to travel abroad and follow her dream to be a Dragonologist in Romania. Cursed vaults and everything still happened.

Notes: All HPHM original characters except Andre and Felix went to Ilvermorny. All canon characters plus Andre and Felix attended Hogwarts. I will try my best to use neutral MC descriptions but some (such as backstory, animagus, and such) will be related to my MC for plot line purposes. I believe I have seen this plotline as a theory post on tumblr and if I am able to find it, I will credit the poster.

Word Count: ~3300

(Y/N) sucked in a breath as she passed through the towering iron gates and spun on her heel, taking in the rows of quaint cottages and breathtaking summer greenery. The Romanian Dragon Sanctuary was even more beautiful than the pictures she had seen.

After allowing herself a few moments of bewilderment, it didn't take long for (Y/N) to spot the sign beside the nearest cottage that read Felix Rosier, Head of the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. Exhaling, she started toward the porch, determined not to let her nerves get the best of her.

“Come on in,” came a gruff, masculine voice on the other side of the door that (Y/N)'s knuckles wrapped against.

She pushed the door open, and a slender pale man with a head of dark hair came into view. He was seated at a round table, scribbling furiously on the roll of parchment in front of him before glancing up. “You must be (Y/N)," the man said, his brown eyes igniting with excitement as he stood up and made his way over to her. “Perfect timing. We're so excited you came to work with us.”

(Y/N) smiled, praying her hand wasn't sweaty as he shook it. “It's incredible to be here.”

“Glad to hear it. We've got your arrangements all finalized.” Felix grabbed one of the dozens of notes off of the table and skimmed it before setting it back down. “You'll be in the house across from your mentor, Charlie Weasley.”

“Sounds great,” (Y/N) said, elated to hear someone would be helping her for the first few weeks. She initially thought Felix might be the one to show her the ropes, but now she was relieved it was going to be someone else. Even though Felix was notably intelligent, he came off a little too intense for (Y/N)'s liking. "Has he worked here long?"

"Not the longest of the team, but he still somehow manages to be the best worker we've got. Would have taken my spot years ago if we didn't have a seniority policy.” Propping open the door with his boot, Felix pointed toward a cottage off in the distance with clusters of wildflowers and snapdragons surrounding the front porch. “He's over there. You can go to his place whenever you get settled.”

(Y/N) nodded and thanked Felix before heading to the house across from Charlie's. It wasn't necessarily the prettiest of the bunch, but that didn't stop the excited jitters from dancing in (Y/N)'s stomach. A rush of emotion flooded through her as she gave the door a push and stepped inside the home- her home. (Y/N) usually wasn't an emotional person, but something about this moment felt important. She was really here. She was really doing this.

Striding over to the made bed, (Y/N) set her bag on the floor and sat down on the mattress with a contented sigh. It felt right. She stayed there for a couple minutes, wanting to remember every detail about this day, before hurrying over to the cottage across the way. The only thing more exciting than unpacking or decorating her new place was diving into the work she would be doing.

(Y/N) paused once she reached the well kept front porch, noticing that her mentor's door was propped open and she didn't see any movement inside through the screen door. Still, (Y/N) decided to knock. “Hello?”

“Looking for Charlie, darlin’?” came a voice from behind. (Y/N) spun to see a tan man with a chin of greying stubble holding what must be a dragon egg. “He's up with Gertie, the Swedish Short-Snout.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips, wondering if it was okay to go looking for him. “Is it easy to get to from here? It's my first day and I'm supposed to meet up with him.”

“Oh, a newbie, eh?" The man outstretched his hand, mindfully keeping a tight grip on the egg with his other. “I'm Hank.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Nice to meet you, I'm (Y/N).”

“Likewise.” He returned the grin and tipped the bill of his baseball cap towards her. “I'm headed up that way to give Scott this egg, so I can point you down the right path.”

“That would be great,” (Y/N) said, the nervous excitement returning at the thought of meeting the Swedish Short-Snout. She fell into step alongside Hank as he led her up the hilly dirt path. “How long have you worked here?”

“Oh boy, let's see-” Hank broke off, clearly counting the numbers in his head. “Seventeen- no, eighteen years.”

“Wow, that's impressive.”

“How old are you?”

“Just turned twenty-seven,” (Y/N) answered, feeling inadequate against the man's many years of experience in the field.

Hank nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I was just a little younger than you when I started. A reckless twenty-five year old who finally found his match. Nothing like fire-breathing, man-eating creatures to knock you off your high horse.”

(Y/N) joined him in laughing. “Do you have any advice for me?”

“You look like you have a good head on your shoulders. I'm sure you'll do just fine.” Hank paused briefly before adding, “And no one could advise you better than Charlie. That kid is incredible. You know, he's the same age as you. Turning twenty-seven at the end of the year.”

(Y/N) snapped her head up towards Hank, eyes wide. “What? But Felix said he's the best here.”

Hank laughed again. “He is.”

The giddiness in her stomach twisted into a bitter bundle of nerves. “Oh, I just assumed that meant-”

“That he was an old bloke like me?”

(Y/N) bit back a smile. “Not what I meant...” Hank’s lightheartedness helped lessen her worry momentarily, but (Y/N) still felt intimidated. How could a twenty-six year old be better than someone who had been here for nearly twenty years? “How long has he been here for?”

“Eight years. Just celebrated his anniversary at a nearby pub a coupl'a weeks ago. He came right after he graduated Hogwarts, and I've never seen a more ambitious kid. Apparently he's always been obsessed with dragons. He's one of the lucky ones that knew their dream early on.”

(Y/N) nodded, not willing to admit it took her those eight years to get the courage to follow her dream.

“Well, if you continue down that path and turn left at the fork, you should find him,” Hank said, pointing down the narrow path to their left. “Just promise me you won't go right- that's where our Hungarian Horntail lives.”

“Left,” (Y/N) verified. “Got it. Thanks so much for the help.”

He tipped the bill of his cap again. “Anytime.”

(Y/N) trotted down the pathway, feeling her heart leap as she veered to the left and heard a roar in the distance.

“Easy- easy there, girl.”

Pushing past the tall brush ahead, a deserted, mountainous landing came into view with magnificent snow-covered peaks in the distance. Perched upon one of the various boulders ahead was a stunning icy blue dragon flapping its wings. She looked excited. That's when (Y/N) spotted someone's profile to the right- a man with an unmissable head of red hair and a similar shade of stubble running along his jawline. Thick brown gloves covered his hands, and his wand was at the ready. It took a moment for (Y/N) to notice the raw meat he was guiding through the air towards the beautiful beast. No wonder Gertie was excited.

(Y/N) waited until the dragon had successfully clamped her impressive jaw around her lunch before cautiously moving toward Charlie. “Excuse me,” she said, careful not to be too loud to alarm Gertie.

The man turned, slightly startled, and (Y/N)'s stomach lurched. To make this panic inducing life change even worse, her mentor was attractive. Not the conventional, clean cut attractiveness, but rather the rugged handsome, not-afraid-to-get-his-hands-dirty type.

“Can I help you?” he whispered, brushing red strands away from his heavily freckled face as he eyed (Y/N) quizzically.

“Are you Charlie?”

He nodded slowly before a switch seemingly flicked on inside his head. "Bloody hell. You’re (Y/N), aren’t you?" 

(Y/N) nodded in return, offering him a small smile. She didn’t know what else to say. She was usually full of words, especially around magical creatures, but suddenly her mind was completely blank. Luckily for her, Charlie seemed too preoccupied swearing under his breath and rubbing the back of his neck to notice.

"Sorry to have made you come up here. I just assumed you would spend the morning getting settled and meeting everybody."

A flush swept down the back of (Y/N)'s neck. Of course normal people would be more excited to meet their new coworkers first instead of the dragons. "I, uh, was a little too excited to wait."

The corner of Charlie’s lips quirked up briefly, reminding (Y/N) what Hank had said. Apparently he’s always been obsessed with dragons. Maybe he understood. "You didn’t find your way all by yourself, did you? I hope you didn’t get lost, Rosier would have my head."

"Oh, no, Hank showed me the way." 

Charlie let out a hollow laugh and shook his head, muttering something along the lines of, Should’ve known.

(Y/N) was going to ask what he meant by that, but Charlie had already moved on to peeling off his gloves and offering them to her. (Y/N) noticed that he hadn’t gone to shake her hand like Felix had.

"Would you want to feed the next one? Only have one more until later tonight." 

(Y/N) attempted to contain her excitement as she eyed the brown material. She noticed Charlie’s calloused, scared hands and smiled to herself. She had similarly worn hands and two equally noticeable scars on her left arm. Life of Magizoologist. "Do you even know my qualifications yet? What if I’ve never fed a dragon before?"

"Well, you waited until I fed Gertie to approach me. You kept your voice level and avoided eye contact with her. And I know Felix was overly excited to hire you, which is extremely uncharacteristic of him." He extended the gloves even closer. "So let’s see what you’ve got."

(Y/N) smiled and accepted the gloves. "Okay, where to then?"

After heaving the bag next to him onto his shoulder, Charlie lead (Y/N) back down the trail and turned right by a staggeringly tall pine tree. "She’s just over here."

The pair stopped a good fifty feet away from the impressive dragon ahead. "Wow, she’s beautiful."

"Do you know what she is?"

(Y/N) noted her brown scales and the black ridges lining her back. "A Norwegian Ridgeback."

Charlie’s eyebrows raised in surprise, causing a pleasant feeling to accumulate in the pit of (Y/N)’s stomach. A lot of people confused Norwegian Ridgebacks with Hungarian Horntails, and if (Y/N) wasn’t mistaken, she had just impressed Charlie. 

"What’s her name?" (Y/N) asked as she pulled the gloves on and withdrew her wand. 

"Norberta."

(Y/N) noticed Norberta not only ignored Charlie’s presence, but her body language was completely relaxed until her piercing gaze settled on (Y/N). "She likes you," (Y/N) commented as she pointed her wand toward the raw meat Charlie provided and used the levitation spell on it.

Charlie shrugged. "I’ve known her since she was a baby." 

"Still impressive. Especially since she’s female." (Y/N) felt Charlie’s gaze linger on her and the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. She forced her attention to stay focused on feeding Norberta though, determined to do a good job and not be distracted. (Y/N) moved the food toward the dragon the same way Charlie had with Gertie but froze as Norberta stiffened. (Y/N) averted eye contact, bowing her head and lowering the food away from the creature. After waiting there several minutes, (Y/N) caught sight of Norberta’s claws relaxing and her tail swaying once behind her, signaling to (Y/N) it was okay to continue. Much to (Y/N)’s relief, Norberta lunged forward toward the meal as it was raised into the air the second time and devoured it in mere minutes. (Y/N) lowered her wand, but her smile faltered as she turned back to see Charlie’s expression. "What?"

Charlie blinked a few times. "You just- I mean, she usually only let’s the three of us who rescued her feed her. She tried to scorch the other two that have tried."

Pride swelled inside (Y/N)’s stomach before a thought struck her. "Wait a minute- you mean to tell me you were going to have me feed her even though you assumed she would try to burn me alive?"

A playful grin spread across the redhead’s face, lighting up his eyes and sending (Y/N)’s heart pounding. Something inside told her those genuine smiles from him were rare. 

Instead of answering, Charlie nodded his head back toward the path. "Come on, everyone’s probably about to eat lunch."

She wanted to yell for him to get back here but knew better with Norberta still nearby. Once (Y/N) caught up to Charlie, she slowed her pace, catching sight of the dozen or so people conversing at the bottom of the hill.

"(Y/N)!" a familiar voiced bellowed, and she was relieved to find Hank waving her over. As (Y/N) moved toward him, however, heads swiveled in her direction and a group to her left stopped her.

"So you’re the newbie," a tall white woman said, stepping toward (Y/N) with a vibrant smile. She had shoulder length blonde curls and high cheekbones. Even without a trace of makeup, she was beautiful. "I’m Sydney."

"And I'm Dave," greeted the equally tall man beside her with ebony skin and striking doe brown eyes. "You're from America, right? Did you go to Ilvermorny?

(Y/N) nodded, which prompted the woman to Sydney's right to ask, "Did you like it there?"

"No way it's better than Hogwarts," Dave added.

"Come on guys, let the girl breathe," Sydney teased, causing the ball of nerves in (Y/N)'s chest to release a little. "Why don't you come sit with us?"

(Y/N) glanced toward Hank, who was now seated across from Charlie at a nearby picnic table. She was surprised to find the redhead staring at her until she caught his gaze and he returned his attention to the plate in front of him. "Thanks, but I was going to sit with Hank and Charlie."

(Y/N) wasn't sure if it was her own paranoia getting the best of her, but she could have sworn there was a shift of tension in the air.

Sydney studied (Y/N) closely. "No problem. We can catch up later."

(Y/N) nodded and excused herself, making her way over to Hank and Charlie before anyone else could stop her. "Mind if I sit?"

Hank beamed up at her and patted the bench beside him. "Of course not, darlin'. Take a seat."

(Y/N) obliged and grabbed a banana from the assortment of food on the table. "So, who’s the group that just ambushed me?"

Hank's cheerful demeanor turned into a scowl as his eyes settled on Sydney's table. "That's the research team. They don't do much field work but instead observe dragons and write about them," Hank explained, adding a dramatic emphasis to the word “observe” as if it equated to dragon dung. "They try to lure all the newbies to their side. Dave is okay, but that Sydney changed the second she was published."

(Y/N) frowned, a little disappointed to have her fairy-tale view of working at the Sanctuary tainted by reality. She was used to drama in the workplace, but it was always disheartening to find out situations weren't as picture perfect as they appeared. "What do they have against you guys?"

"Not so much against us- just against Charlie boy here." (Y/N) heard Hank's boot clank against Charlie's beneath the table. "They were pretty peeved they couldn't convince him to join their team because he's got a lot of pull with Rosier." Hank grinned and added, "And I think Sydney took it a little personally, if you know what I mean."

(Y/N)'s brows knitted together before she noticed the red tint highlighting Charlie's freckled cheeks as he continued eating. (Y/N) tried but failed to stop the smile tugging at her lips. "Oh."

Hank caught (Y/N) peering over at Sydney's surprisingly full table and raised an eyebrow at her. "If you're at all interested in being a researcher, now's your chance. She's probably not too thrilled with you either at the moment, but there's probably still time for damage control."

"No thanks," (Y/N) said, trying her best to sound polite. "I was actually just wondering how they would manage to convince anyone to give up field work."

To (Y/N)’s surprise, Charlie smiled at this. 

"Money," the redhead answered, his brown eyes flicking up to meet hers. It was the first thing he had said since she sat down and (Y/N) felt oddly satisfied. She wanted him to talk to her and wasn't quite sure why.

"Yeah, somehow they bring in the extra galleons while we do the dirty work and risk getting our limbs seared off," Hank huffed before tipping the pint of Butterbeer to his lips.

"Well, I hope you guys don't mind being stuck with me," (Y/N) said, piling food onto a plate, "because I'd never trade working with dragons for anything."

Hank grinned at her. "Then you’ll fit in with us just fine. How'd it go up there earlier?"

(Y/N) purposefully filled her mouth with food, hoping Charlie would say something. She didn't want to brag or be modest. She honestly didn't know how to answer.

Luckily, her hopes came true and Charlie said, "She fed Norberta."

Hank looked like he was about to choke on the chicken he was eating and quickly reached for his Butterbeer, coughing to clear his throat. "What?" he boomed, loud enough to cause (Y/N)'s face to turn pink. "Why on earth didn't you two start with that!" Hank stretched forward and slapped two full Butterbeers onto the table, one for Charlie and one for (Y/N), before lifting his own into the air. "You're one of us kid. Now I wouldn't let you leave for their group even if you wanted to."

(Y/N) cheeks hurt from how wide she was smiling and her chest flooded with warmth as she clinked her glass against Hank's and Charlie's. She wasn't sure why, but (Y/N) had a sudden overwhelming feeling that she was right where she belonged.

[the--blackdahlia]

Armageddon Chapter 17 (Dean x Reader)

Title: Armageddon Chapter 17

Summary:  Space. The Final Frontier. But for Dean Winchester, space was the last place he thought he would ever go. His family life isn’t perfect, his job isn’t ideal, but he has (Y/n), the woman he loves. Sam Winchester never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He is divorced, alone, and his brother most likely hates him. Working for NASA was not going to be easy. But, when a threat to the earth has him calling on his family for help, what can he do? can Sam and Dean push past his family issues to keep the Earth spinning another day? Based on the movie of the same name.

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Jessica

Warnings For this Chapter: angst, tears

Song for this chapter: Mama I'm Coming Home by Ozzy Osbourne

The world seemed to erupt in cheers from all over. The Americans had done something right and saved the planet. There were celebrations and cheers given out. Except for two places. The space shuttle that was heading back home, and the men in women in Mission Control.

“S-Sam…” Jessica whispered. She handed Ashton to (Y/n) then ran to throw up in a trash can. (Y/n) looked over at John. He hadn’t said anything since Sam’s audio was cut. And he hadn’t really moved since the explosion was confirmed and the asteroid halves started a trek around the planet. There would still be smaller rock fragments hitting the earth, but nothing like what could’ve been.

“John?” (Y/n) asked. “John, are you okay?”

“I want to be the first to reach Dean when they land,” John rasped. “If that’s ok with you, I need to make sure he knows that it’s not his fault… it has to come from me.”

(Y/n) looked into John’s eyes and sniffed, “Of course, John, yes.” she nodded still holding on to Ashton. “Besides, by the time he gets to me i’m going to kick his ass for scaring us like that.” she muttered.

John gave a sad chuckled, “yeah you are definitely good for him (Y/n).” John took Ashton from her so she could help Jessica.

As John held his grandson he could feel his heart break. Everything he could have done, all the time he could have helped Sam more. The times he could have Dean with him to help Sam. He began taking deep breaths to calm down. Nothing was going to be the same. He had lost a son, but he still had one who was coming home to be a husband and father. John motioned to Charlie.

“Here, take him for a bit while I help the girls out,” He muttered as he passed off the sleepy Ashton to her. “He sleeps just like Sam when Sam was that age, nothing could ever wake him up,” John chuckled sadly.  He walked up to the two women who were now hugging each other.

“Charlie has got kiddo, lets go, He’s going to be in Sam’s old astronaut dorm, Jess looks like she needs a drink,” He looked to (Y/n), “Sorry (Y/n/n) none for you but we are going to wait for the rest of our boys to come home.

John led the girls to his truck where he opened up his cooler full of beer. He handed a beer to Jess, and a bottle of water to (Y/n).

“Ok, we are going to celebrate Sam… we are going to laugh and cry and tell stories and when Dean comes back, we are going to make sure he knows that he is not only the best son a father could have, but… A good man to his lovely fiance, a wonderful uncle, and he is going to be one hell of a father, way better than me.”

The trio lifted up their bottles as they proceeded to tell stories that night waiting for the crew to come home.

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The next day (noon)...

Kennedy Space Center landing strip.

John, (Y/n), Jessica, and Ashton were all standing together as the shuttle came into view. Jessica couldn’t stop the tears from falling, knowing that Sam wasn’t in the group. (Y/n) rubbed her back.

“It’s okay.” She whispered. Soon, the shuttle was parked and everyone was climbing out. People ran to them, to hug them and congratulate them. John saw Dean then and made his way towards him.

“Dad...I…” Dean said as he saw his dad. But instead of saying anything, John wrapped his arms around his son, holding him close. Dean couldn’t help it. He started to cry. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” John told him. “I don’t blame you. If anything, I blame myself.” He wiped his eyes. “If I would’ve been a better dad to you two…” Dean just hugged him again. A moment later, he pulled back.

“Sam, uh, he wanted me to give this to you.” He handed John the mission patch from Sam’s suit. John started to sob. He held the patch in his hands, large tears falling down his face. He waved his hand, motioning for (Y/n) to come over.

“G-go on.” Jessica whispered. “I’m fine.” (Y/n) made her way over to Dean.

“Hey Winchester.” She said, her voice wavering some. He turned to look at her and she punched him in the arm. “How,” punch “dare you” another punch, “do that to me? I thought I….” She let herself be wrapped up in his arms, holding onto him. “Your child wouldn’t have been happy with you if you didn’t come back.”

Dean kissed her deeply, “Benny spoiled the beans to keep me from leaving the shuttle to join Sam,” Dean admitted.

(Y/n) punched him again, “Winchester you are lucky I’m marrying you.”

“Damn right I am.” He said. Ashton wiggled out of Jessica’s arms and made his way over to Dean. He pulled on (Y/n)’s hand.

“Where’s daddy?” Ashton asked. “He’s Superman and Uncle Dean Batman.” (Y/n) looked up at Dean with a small smile on her face.

Dean closed his eyes before he knelt down to his nephew. “hey buddy… You don't remember me… I'm your uncle Dean…” He gave Ashton a sad smile.

(Y/n) stepped back and watched as Dean interested with Ashton.

“OK, so I have a special message from your dad,” Dean took a deep breath. “are you ready to hear it?”

“mmmhmmm” Ashton nodded his head, “my teacher says I an a good listener.”

Dean chuckled, “your dad is on a very special mission,” he got closer to Ashton and whispered, “as Superman.”

Ashton gasped, “is he ever coming back?”

Dean took a deep breath, “I'm sorry buddy. It's a very very long mission. But, he told me to take good care of you and you discovered my secret…” Dean pretended to look around and came in close to Ashton. “I'm batman, so I am going to do everything I can to be there for you and you get to help me with your new baby cousin that will be here in a few months, OK?”

“I gets a supers special missioms!” He whispered excitedly.

“Oh yeah kid, and you get to help me out when I marry your aunty (Y/n) ,” Dean picked him up with one arm hissing at the pain in his leg. What they thought might have been a break was a sprain. “You get the very special mission of protecting the ring I’m going to put on her finger when we get married.”

Ashton leaned in to whisper but (Y/n) could still hear him, “ I pwomise I can potect the wing!”  

“I know you will buddy,”  Dean smiled at (Y/n) as he passed Ashton to his dad. He turned to (Y/n) and placed his hand on her abdomen. “I, uh…” He smiled. “I’m going to be a dad.”

“And I want to name him or her Sam. Are...are you okay with that?” (Y/n) asked.

Dean kissed her deeply. Every emotion he was feeling was in that kiss. “I am more than ok with that,” He placed his forehead on hers. “ I love you.”

“I love you too.” She smiled as she rested her forehead against his. Bobby came up then, clearing his throat.

“Uh, Dean?” Bobby said. “I, uh, I just wanted to say thank you.”

Dean gave him a smiled not sure what to say, “We did what we had to do to keep the world spinning, sir.”

“One more thing Dean,” Bobby pulled out a letter from the University of Texas, “This is from the Dean of the Master program. Congratulations son.” Bobby handed him the letter and gave his shoulder a strong tap before walking to the others.

(Y/n) looked to Dean, “Well? Aren’t you going to open it?”

Dean’s hands shook as he tore open the envelope. Gently unfolding the paper he began reading.

“Holy shit,” He whispered. “I can graduate next month with my Masters. My thesis was accepted, plus the mission counted as hours.”

“Well hot damn! This calls for a celebration!” John said, hugging Dean. “I think you beat Sam’s...record…” John quieted quickly.

Dean nodded as he looked to his dad, “the uh… the thing you… you said when we were getting on the plane… did you mean it?” Dean cleared his throat.

“Of course I did.” John said. “I won’t be around forever and I don’t trust anyone more than you to run it.”

“Crowley isn’t going to like it,” Dean gave his dad a smirk.

“I already dealt with it.” John laughed. “According to Rowena, I am a swampy bollock bastard.”

“What the hell did you say?” Dean raised his eyebrow at him.

“That Winchester oil needs you more than they do, and if they insisted on trying to take you, I was sending Ash and Ketch instead.” John said with a shrug.

Dean laughed, “Dad… I really was going to be the one to stay… I drew the short straw… I should have… he pulled my oxygen and pushed me in… I’m his big brother… I should have protected him more.” Dean whispered.

“I don’t blame you.” John said. “I just wish that you both could’ve come home, but I’m glad I didn’t lose both of you.”

“We’re having a debriefing and dinner,” Michael said, walking up to Dean. “And I...I want to shake your hand.”

Dean held out his hand, “the roughneck with the engineering degree from Texas isn’t so bad now huh?”

“I owe you a thanks.” Michael said. “And I would be honored if you decided to come work with us here at NASA.”

“I appreciate it… But I have an Oil rig to take care of,” Dean shook his hand. “It’s a family business.” Michael nodded and walked away. (Y/n) took Dean’s hand.

“Come on honey.” She said. “I think we have a dinner to attend.”

“Any dessert plans,” Dean whispered in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe.

“Easy Winchester,” (Y/n) kissed his lips taking his bottom lip and nipping at it, “Don’t start something you can’t finish”

Dean walked up to Jessica and pulled her into a hug, “He never stopped loving you… I

I wanted to bring him home sooo bad Jess. I really did.”

“I know Dean. I know.” She hugged him tightly.

Dean went with the rest of the crew to get debrief and to get ready to fly back to Texas. Throughout the flight Metallica was sung and distractions from (Y/n) helped Dean. But the hole  left by Sam still hurt. When they reached Texas, they were allowed to go to the places they were staying to get ready for the dinner prepared for them.

During dinner (Y/n) stayed quiet as everyone spoke. She couldn’t help but feel sad and guilty. She should have done more to help Sam, to help him realize that he had family and that there was hope for him.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Whatever it is… we’ll get through this together.”

“Yeah,” was all she said as she took in a deep breath and drank her water. “I hate that he’s not here Dean. and i’m thinking back to where I could have talked to him more. Reached out… done something, anything.” she breathed.

That night, Dean watched as (Y/n) slept. He gently let his fingers dance along her exposed skin. He moved her hair away from her face before draping an arm around her pulling her close and kissing her head. He looked down at her sleeping form, tears pricked in his eyes as his hand found their way to her abdomen, he could feel the small baby bump there. It was just starting to form. Taking a deep breath he slowly pulled away from her and got out of bed. Thankful that she stayed sound asleep, Dean looked over at Sadie who (Y/n) insisted on having in the room with them.

“Come on girl,” Dean whispered, “I know you can’t sleep either.”

Dean was numb as he walked around Sam’s house. He had Jessica and Ashton stay with them and he convinced his dad to join them. With Sadie padding along behind him. Dean made his way to Sam’s liquor cabinet. He had only ever done this one time when he couldn’t sleep. Looking through the different bottle he smiled finding the whiskey. Not bothering with a glass he looked through Sam’s videos and made sure the volume was not too loud where it would wake the house. He lazily ran his hand over Sadie as he watched some of Sam’s videos. One of them made him sit up straight. It looked recent and it looked like he did it in his office just after he volunteered to go up.

“Hey Dean.” Sam said. He was sitting at his desk, his bobblehead and the picture of Ashton visible. “I figure if you’re seeing this, I’m not around to stop you from going through my stuff.” Sadie whined at hearing Sam’s voice. “Whatever happened, it wasn’t your fault. I don’t know if I die on the mission or something else. I just want you to know that I love you, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You didn’t have to give up your childhood to help take care of me, but you did. You put so much of your money up for me so I didn’t have to worry about trying to work and do school. You spoiled me, and I just wanted to repay you for everything.” Video Sam wiped at his eyes and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from somewhere off camera. “I want you and (Y/n) to be happy. If I don’t come back from this, I have it set up that you and her, dad, and Ashton and Jess are well taken care of.” Sam offered Dean a small smile. “I love you Dean.”

Dean watched as Sam got up and shut off the camera. The video snowed for a little bit then turned into Sam giving a presentation to some astronauts. Sam had recorded over his own work to get a message to Dean. And it was tearing him up inside.

“Sammy.” Dean whispered, listening to all the technical stuff coming from Sam’s mouth. Dean listened to it all, it lulling him to sleep. Sam’s voice was a comfort and it made Dean think that he was really here, just hiding. That when they went to have a funeral for him, he was going to jump out and yell surprise. But instead, he curled up on Sam’s couch and fell asleep, dreaming of his brother.

And that’s how John found him the next morning, bright and early. Sadie was laying with her head on Dean’s legs and the rest of her body at his feet. When John came in, she jumped up to be let out. John did, and then went over to Dean, gently shaking him awake.

“Sam?” Dean asked, sitting up and looking around. Only to realize that it wasn’t Sam shaking him awake. “Oh. Morning dad.”

“How are you feeling?” John asked.

“How’s it look?” Dean asked, motioning  to the empty bottle sitting on the coffee table. “I’m freaking fantastic.”

“I’m going to go get some boxes and stuff.” John said, rubbing the back of his head. “It was just me thinking, but it might be better to deal with all this now instead of stretching it all out.” John tried to look anywhere but Dean’s eyes.

“Yeah, that might be a good idea…” Dean cleared his throat. “I’ll make breakfast for everyone.” John nodded. He left to grab the materials and Dean woke everyone up by the smell of bacon and pancakes. Jessica looked relieved as she watched Ashton eat.

“He’s only wanted yogurt for breakfast for the past month.” She sighed. “It’s refreshing to see him eat actual food.” (Y/n) hugged her before eating her own food. Dean watched them, feeling that something was missing and knowing exactly what it was.

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[stonathans-stranger]

for the au prompts could you possibly do anderperry with 7? thank you!!

you got it!! this is a fake relationship au where the boys of dps (minus Todd) are desperately trying to find Neil a date for his sister’s wedding, which is rounding the corner in two weeks. Coming in with words, here’s “Yes, I’m Falling In Love With Someone, Plain to See”, based off of “I Turned the Corner/I’m Falling in Love With Someone” from Thoroughly Modern Millie.

“Sooo,” Natalia said, plopping down on Neil’s bed. “Are you bringing someone to the wedding?”

“Like…a date?” Neil asked tentatively, typing furiously on his computer. He just had to churn out a few more words for Latin and then he was finished.

“Could be.” Natalia shrugged, grabbing an Oreo from Neil’s stash. “Or just a friend. You know I love when you bring your friends over. They’re so much fun. Plus, Pitts makes a mean salsa.”

“It’s fine.” Neil sighed. “I won’t have to bring them.” Natalia’s face lit up.

“You have a boyfriend?!” She exclaimed.

“What? I-” Neil looked at Natalia with wild eyes. “Ye-yeah! Yeah, I do, Nat.”

“Neil James Perry! And you didn’t tell me? Lunacy!” She cried. “Tell me all about him.”

“Well, he’s really nice, he’s very funny, and he almost gets as good a’ grades as me.” Neil smiled nervously.

“Gosh, I can’t wait to meet him.” Natalia fawned, grabbing another cookie. “Bring him over for dinner sometime.”

“Guys,” Neil said, the next day at lunch. “I did something horrible.”

“What now?” Meeks laughed, unpacking his sandwich from his lunch box.

“I told Nat that my date to her wedding was my boyfriend.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend.” Knox said, confusion passing over his face.

“Exactly.”

“You lied? To Nat?!” Meeks exclaimed, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.

“I knoooow,” Neil groaned. “What am I gonna do?”

Charlie waltzed over to the table, tossing an apple between his hands, and sliding into his seat next to Knox and across from Neil in one smooth motion.

“Good day, gentlemen.” Charlie said, tipping an imaginary hat.

“Charlie! I need your help.” Neil practically shouted.

“What else is new?” Charlie laughed. “Alright, what’s it this time?”

“I told Nat that my date to her wedding is my boyfriend. And I don’t have one. I need someone to I don’t know, fake-date till her wedding, and then fake-break up with afterwards.”

“Sounds like you solved your own problem.” Charlie said, biting into his apple.

“No! Do you have absolutely anyone in mind, anyone at all?” Neil pleaded.

“Maybe one person.”

“Anderson, you’d love him. He’s handsome, he’s intelligent, he plays tennis with me and the boys and he’s damn good, he’s a softie, Anderson, goddamnit, he writes poetry from Chrissake!”

“Poetry?” Todd scoffed. “Don’t you write poetry?”

“Can it, Anderson. Besides, can you imagine it? You both get dressed up in nice suits, have good food, bust it down on the dance floor for a couple hours, then you never have to see this kid again, yeah? Plus fifty bucks.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Not too hard.” Todd hung up the phone.

And he’ll be damned if he wasn’t going to spend a nice evening with this handsome, intelligent, poetry-writing boy Charlie described.

Todd strolled into the tennis courts the next night, just as practice ended.

“Anderson!” Charlie called, waving him over to court two, where a few boys Todd recognized stood with Charlie, and a couple he didn’t. “Hey, Todd. So, you thought about it?”

“Yeah. And I think it’s an alright deal.” Charlie stuck out his hand for Todd to shake, and he happily obliged.

“This,” Charlie pushed a lanky, tall, brunette boy in front of him. His face was sculpted like a Greek god’s. “Is Neil Perry. Your date.”

Knox let out a low whistle.

“Todd, right?” Knox asked. He leaned over to Neil, speaking quietly into his ear, “If you don’t scoop up that fine piece of ass I just might.” He smirked. Todd still heard.

“Sorry, Overstreet.” Todd boldly grabbed Neil’s hand. “I’m a taken man.”

After a few whirlwind days of Neil being stressed and having homework up the wazoo, the two finally found a time to hang out, and set boundaries for the party.

“One kiss.” Todd insisted. “Even if it’s just a peck on the cheek. You want this to be believable?”

“Fine.” Neil huffed, scribbling down ‘kiss on cheek’. “But, you’re required to come to one family dinner. One grilling. Just so they get a feel for you.”

“That’s fine.” They went through the list, and afterwards, Todd drove Neil home, and walked him to the front door. As Neil slid his key in, the front door swung open, revealing Natalia.

“This is the boyfriend!” She squealed.

“This is the sister!” Todd cried with equal enthusiasm. Natalia gathered Todd in a big hug, patting him on the back. Natalia usheredd the two inside, and when Todd’s back was turned, his eyes wandering around the house, Natalia mouthed a sneaky ‘he’s cute!’ to Neil, who smirked, and gave Natalia a knowing look.

“My brother has told me literally nothing about you. It’s ridiculous. So, why don’t you? Now that you’re here, in person.”

“Well,” Todd started. “I run the student newspaper at Charles, I’m a delegate for Model UN, I also take photos for yearbook, and I’m apart of the sound crew for Charles’s theater department.”

“Ah, so you don’t go to Welton.” Natalia stated. “How’d you two meet?”

“Charlie.” They said in unison.

“I mean-” Neil stammered. “Charlie brought him to tennis practice one day! They were doing something after school, and we exchanged numbers, and we’ve just been together ever since.” Neil said, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“Yeah,” Todd agreed, almost too soon. “He came to our choir concert a few week ago, didn’t you, Neil?”

Neil just nodded in agreement.

“I better head out.” Todd said, a few hours later.

“I’ll see you out.” Neil said, walking him to the door. Natalia was curled up on a chair in the dining area, just off the side of the foyer.

Todd gathered a part of Neil’s sweater in his fingers and dragged him forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Todd left in one swift motion, leaving Neil stunned in front of the door, his fingers grazing his lips.

“He’s nice.” Natalia said, leaning against the archway into the dining room, smirking.

“Shut the hell up, Nat.” Neil retorted, making his way upstairs.

Weeks, and many “dates” later, the two had bonded together enough that the Society forgot they weren’t actually a couple.

“How’re things going with Todd? You two seem happy together.” Knox said, serving to Neil, across the court. They talked as they warmed up, hitting easy shots straight up the middle.

“Things are fine.”

“You guys fuck yet?” Knox laughed.

“What? Knox, he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Shit,” Knox said, missing an easy forehand. “You’re not? You two are constantly holding hands and talking and blushing around each other…wait, you’re sure you’re not together?”

“Yes, Knox.”

“Wow.” Knox shrugged. “Maybe you two should consider it.”

“Maybe we should.”

The two stood in front of Neil’s mirror, dressed in matching tuxes, and smiling at each other.

“Hey…I was thinking, maybe, maybe after the wedding we could maybe not break things off?” Todd adjusted his bowtie, and looked over to Neil.

“Sure! We can stay friends.”

“Maybe not friends…maybe for real this time.” Neil said, smiling tentatively. Todd returned the smile, sheepishly.

“Yeah, sure.” Todd grabbed Neil’s hand, and the two carried on.

[glennjaminhow]

Winter 1993

“What’re you doing over winter break?” Dennis questions, shouldering his expensive as shit backpack because that’s just how Dennis Reynolds rolls. This bag is awesome; that’s why he makes sure it’s visible at all times. It dangles off a form sculpted to perfection by God himself. He only feels slightly self-conscious as douchebags and whores shove past them both. A massive fucking dick accidentally nudges Dennis’ elbow, and Dennis hisses loudly.

“Watch wear you’re goin’, asshole!” Mac shouts. Ever since Dennis broke his arm in three places last week, Mac’s been even more protective of him than usual. “I dunno,” Mac answers, lighting a blunt for the walk home. He stops, cuffing his hands around it so the fierce winter air doesn’t blow it out. Mac takes a puff, head hanging low and staring at the icy ground below.

Mac’s parents don’t really give a shit about him. Dennis knows this. But he’s bored, and he sure as shit doesn’t want to go home right now. Mom and Dad are both there. They got back from Jamaica super fucking early this morning. It was nice not having them home. It was just him, Dee, and whatever maids worked that day. They don’t even know about Dennis crashing his dad’s car into a tree or Dennis’ ridiculous hospital bill or the blue cast encasing his whole arm from fingers and shoulder; he’ll set off security alarms at airports for the rest of his life.

“Well, what’re you doing right now?”

Mac frowns and bites his lower lip. “Um... nothing?”

“Great,” Dennis says. “I’m coming over.

Mac stops him right there. “Why? We’ve never hung out at my place before.”

Dennis shrugs. Mac’s slicked back hair pokes out from under his black beanie. His leather jacket has a new tear right below his left pocket. “Exactly. We always go to my house. You eat my shit and play my games and drink my beer and sleep in my bed, so now I’m gonna do the same thing to you.”

“Whatever, dude. But don’t complain when you see it. Not everyone’s rich as shit like you.”

Dennis rolls his eyes, but he follows Mac regardless. Mac’s house is further from the school than Dennis’, which always leads to super fucking fun walks in the snow, heat, wind, and rain. Usually, Dennis drives him in his own car (which he’s grounded from) or his dad’s car (which he wrecked). Now that Dennis isn’t supposed to drive, and Dee’s threatening to tell Mom and Dad, they walk everywhere they need to go. It isn’t great. In fact, it’s fucking infuriating. But his secret has to stay a secret. Sure, Mom and Dad’ll see his arm, but they don’t need to know about the panic attack or running of the road into a ditch at 60 miles per hour.

They... just don’t need to know.

Mac shrugs off his leather jacket the moment he unlocks the door, hanging it on a hook and toing out of his snowy boots.

“It smells fucking great in here, Mac,” Dennis says while struggling to remove his coat; Mac does it for him. It smells like cinnamon and cloves and fucking Christmas even though there isn’t a tree or any decorations in sight. Huh. Weird.

“Yeah, I guess,” Mac mumbles. “Take off your shoes, bro.”

“I don’t make you do that at my house.”

Mac shrugs. “Tough shit. My house. My rules.”

Dennis does it eventually. He scowls as he kicks them off, not bothering with untying them because he may’ve sort of hurt his ribs in the accident. There’s bruising around his hips and ribcage. It aches, but not as much as watching Mac flea the car with a bloody nose and two black eyes. Not as much as watching Mac almost break down in tears. Mac never cries.

Okay. Stop. Quit thinking about it.

“Jesus, it’s like spotless in here, dude,” Dennis points out, clearing his throat and roaming around the living room like he owns the place. The TV screen has a slight crack in the upper right corner. The walls are coated with thick, messy layers of paint to combat against peeling. “Your mom must be some sorta neat freak.”

“Nope,” Mac replies simply, plopping down on the sofa. Dennis sits until he’s shoulder to shoulder with him. Dennis scratches his neck; this stupid fucking sling itches and hurts his back, and he’s suddenly feeling the three sleepless nights slamming into him all at once. “Den, stop, man. That’s gotta hurt.” Dennis tugs and grumbles and fusses until Mac coaxes his arm free of the horrible contraption. He places a couch pillow between his arm and his stomach for padding.

He doesn’t tell Mac he can do things on his own because it’s nice having Mac take care of him.

“Your dad?” he asks, even though, Jesus Christ, does he already know the answer to that one.

“Can we not talk about my parents? Let’s just, like, play video games or some shit.”

Dennis ignores him. “How can your couch be this fucking clean?” he asks, almost in disbelief, as if his poor friend Mac doesn’t know how to get off his ass and clean a Goddamn couch.

“I like the house to be clean,” Mac says.

“Yeah, me too.”

“But not everyone has maids, Dennis. Some people do all this themselves.”

“Sure, but parents usually play a part in the whole cleanliness routine. What? Your mom still tells you to brush your teeth every morning and night? Daddy reminds you to wash your balls?”

Mac’s cheeks flame red. Dennis almost bites his bottom lip. He’s egging it on on purpose. He doesn’t know why he’s like this, what possesses him to be such a dick, but he can’t take it back once the words escape his lips.

“Shut the fuck up, Dennis, you rich, punkass, piece of shit. My dad’s in jail, okay? He isn’t around anymore. And my mom? My mom works overnight at a gas station just to keep the fucking electricity on. She doesn’t have time to clean and make sure the house isn’t falling apart.”

“Dude, I –”

Mac gets to his feet. He pops his knuckles. “No. I’m tired of this. What kinda fucking friend are you anyway?”

Dennis holds up his one working hand, signaling for Mac to be quiet. Mac frowns and clams up immediately, and Dennis relishes in the power. “I know your dad’s in jail, dipshit. You only mention it a thousand times a day. I know all about your chain-smoking, alcoholic mother too. I was just busting your balls.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” Mac whispers.

Dennis stands up too. “Oh yeah? I don’t know anything about you?”

“You’re always too concerned with yourself.”

“Your full and real name, Mac, is Ronald Herbert McDonald, which, by the way, is still only slightly worse than Mac. Your mom called you Ronnie til you were three; you think that’s when she stopped loving you. You’re allergic to strawberries and swell up like a fucking balloon if you even touch one. You like starfish. You hate The Muppets; they freak you out. Your dad went to jail for the first time when you were five for selling cocaine. You met Charlie in first grade. You met my sister before you met me. You listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers way too often. You –”

Mac sinks to the clean carpet, resting his back against the couch. Dennis sees the tears swell in his eyes and sees when Mac tries to blink them away.

“I pay attention,” Dennis says. “But I didn’t know you were so... into things being clean. It makes sense, though.”

Mac blinks. “What do you mean?”

Dennis shrugs, settling down on the floor beside Mac. “Your life is shit, dude. You gotta control it somehow. You clean. I smoke. It’s all the same.”

“Can... Can we just not talk about this anymore? You’ve fucked with my head enough for one day?”

Dennis gulps, sucking in a deep breath while nodding. “Sure, dude,” he whispers, and, holy shit, it doesn’t even sound like him. He doesn’t sound like Dennis Reynolds.

“Awesome. Great. Thanks.”

Too far. He went too far. Why does he always have to push buttons like this? It’s fucking revolting. He’s 17, for Christ’s sake. He doesn’t like talking about his parents, about his past, about what happened to him, so why would it be any different for Mac?

They spend the rest of the afternoon at Mac’s house in near silence, watching MTV and lighting up joint after joint while guzzling a case of cheap beer. Dennis sprawls out on the couch, lightheaded and sore, while Mac relaxes in his mom’s threadbare recliner. It’s almost peaceful, but Dennis can feel that tension in the air. He keeps his mouth shut.

“I’m gonna go crash, man,” Mac murmurs at 2:30 AM.

Dennis yawns and nods. He makes no effort to move.

“Sooo can you, like, leave?”

Dennis whines. “It’s really dark out, Mac. I’m tired.”

He hears Mac exhale loudly. “Fine. But you can’t sleep out here. Mom’ll be back around seven.”

Mac guides Dennis to his bedroom. It’s small, but he has a full-sized bed, karate posters on the walls, and an extensive CD collection. There’s a couple of crosses on the walls; Dennis rolls his eyes and sinks into the mattress. There aren’t any sheets, just a comforter. His arm is on fucking fire, pain burrowing deep inside the bone. He closes his eyes and breathes through it.

“Sit up for a sec, Den,” he hears.

It falls on deaf ears until Mac flicks his cheek.

Mac helps him put that stupid fucking sling back on, settling a pillow beneath his elbow. It relieves some of the pressure. Dennis’ eyes are quick to fill with tears.

“I’m sorry, Mac,” he whispers. “About earlier. I’m a fucking dick.”

Mac collapses into bed, clicking the lamp off. Dennis can smell the cinnamon on his breath. Can feel Mac’s bare feet on his shins. Can almost taste the blunt he just smoked. “You are a fucking dick, Den. But you’re my dick.”

Dennis chuckles softly. “I bet I’m an 12 out of 10 down there then.”

“Gross. You’re nasty, man.”

It’s quiet for a few moments. Dennis rolls over until he’s on his left side, not exactly being careful of his barely mended together arm and not exactly caring either. He scoots until their foreheads touch.

“Is this okay?” Dennis asks, voice punctuating this cold December night.

He’s flush against Mac; Mac nods in the darkness.

Maybe Dennis presses his lips against Mac’s.

Maybe Mac doesn’t pull away.

Maybe, just maybe, they hardcore make out until the sun rises.

There’s a spark of electricity, of pure, raw, unaltered energy that Dennis feels for the first time in his life. Fuck, Mac is a great kisser. Like the dude has some killer moves. Dennis cards his fingers through Mac’s gelled hair. Mac bites Dennis’ bottom lip. He doesn’t... He isn’t... Dennis isn’t sure how this is fucking possible. He’s happy? He thinks. He’s still weird with emotions and can’t really feel them, but he thinks he’s feeling them right now?

Dennis tries not to blush when Mac plants several kisses in his hair.

It’s new. It’s amazing. It’s nearly indescribable.

Mac. It’s Mac.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

OPE Owen 😳

Ooh- oOP

Is he dying or something?

Dang it you can't end it there DD:<

OOHHH YEP HE IS

Oop 👀👀👀👀

Also ahhh his brother 😌😌😌👀👀👀

AHH JUDD

It's okay we're gonna be fine :')

Everything's gonna be fiiinee :'DDDDD

Just

Fine :))

Anyway!! That's it for the final thoughts, now time for the. . .

REVIEW

Yes, I know it's a week late, ignore it xdd

First of all! Owen, obviously. Well, maybe not obviously for him being first, but nonetheless. Okay, so, a) my boy. Well, not really, but, yaknow lol. Anyway, b) my dude. Get help. Like I know you ARE, but still xdd. Idk get more help XD. Glad you're dealing with your daddy issues tho. Or sorry for your loss. I ain't reading all that. XDD I'm kidding, but that is a little bit how I act about Owen lol. Anyway!! Seriously though, I am proud of him for getting help :). And honestly like, seemingly stupid fears? Relatable, man. But the clown (most his adamant denial of it lol) is still funny xD. Anyway, I am very eyes for the next episode 👀👀. It will be interesting 🤔🤔 :))).

Next! Grace and Judd (you know what's coming last lol) :D. I love them SOOO much!! Honestly I felt bad for them lol, I got the annoyance xD. But, I'm glad Grace didn't have to break it to Dave the hard way. She doesn't deserve that xd. That scene was hilarious though XD. Seriously, I did feel bad for him. Honestly, he's been working for, what was it, 8 years, and never lost a caller? Dang. Wow. Like, yeah, that must hurt xdd. Sometimes when I don't get 100% on a grade I'm kind of glad, because it takes a lot of the pressure off of my future grades. Not all of it, but a fair amount. Obviously they're not the same thing, but, you know :). This could help for his future, but I mostly mean that the longer it goes on, the harder it is. And even if I don't like him much, I do see some similarities between him and I :D.

Also Charlie you're adorable and I love you SO MUCH :DDDD 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🤩🤩🤩😍😍😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 <3333333333.

Although I did feel bad for Grace and Judd since they didn't get to see her first steps lol. Just, rip, honestly xdd.

Lastly!! Tarlos 🥰🥰🥰. Lol, obviously. I mean, knowing me, yeah, they'd probably be last or first xD. But, anyway!! I love them so much 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️🤩🤩🤩😍😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰. It was honestly just a silly storyline lol. But so sweet!!! It just shows that they can have honestly kind of stupid, just random off the cuff storylines, and it still shows and loving they are 🥰🥰🥰. It was hilarious and cute and I just love them a lot lol :'DD. Good tears, obviously :)). Also, that scene of TK trying to sweetly half seduce Carlos to capture Lou was absolutely adorable and fantastic and hilarious XDDDD. I will never get it out of my head lol. Their entire storyline this episode was just great :DDD 😃👍🥰🥰. Also Carlos looking for Loouuuuu 😭😭😭😭😭. All that effort (and TK's little like "oh okay" after going "have we been robbed ಠ_ಠ" like lol xDD besides the adorable fact that Carlos tore the apartment up that much looking for Lou that it looked like they had been robbed - yes 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰), it was so cute, and so SWEET too, I just love him my guy 🥰🥰🥰. I guess you're my guy lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ :))).

Also, on a related note, I really hope we get some TK content next episode :DD. Not that we haven't been getting a lot of content for him, we obviously have, or that he never has content or whatever, but just because it's all about father's and sons ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Like, clearly, with Judd and Wyatt (AH. I love in fear xdd :')) ), and Owen and his dad. I'm just saying, him and Owen as the father son relationship are kinda the main thing of the series, at least for that specific relationship, and we haven't scenes with them in a while ://. Although TK watching him during the clown call was cute and sweet and nice 🥰🥰🥰. But still, is just want to see some scenes between them :)).

Overall, I really loved the episode!!! Some really cute moments all around, great calls, despite a sad one - I guess we get a detach in each 9-1-1 this week :(( -, and it was honestly really funny :D. I'm so scared but so excited for the next one :DDD :)).

So yeah!! I loved this episode, and I'm excited for the next one :). This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 3, Episode 15: Down to Clown.

It was great! I'm sure the next episode will be awesome :)). Next time I'll be here for my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 3, Episode 16: Shift-Less.

See you then!!!

[bapyess1r]

I Like You A Lot

WARNINGS: cursing

Pairings: Chloe Frazer x Nadine Ross x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch , @courtenbae

Chapter 8

Sunny’s POV

I stood on the rusty boat docked by a massive tree, ready to take us down a calming river as I went through my bag to grab sunscreen and rub it over my arms. The rain had finally settled and even though the sun hadn’t come up yet, I knew that when it did, you could bet your ass it was going to be a scorcher. I made sure everything was where it was supposed to be and that we had everything we needed. I double checked the cherry red 4x4, as I had done ten times before that already. ‘Stop it, Sunny. The tires are aired up and it’s not goin’ anywhere…’ I thought with a sigh as I withdrew my hands from the taught bungee cords that held it in place and I stepped out to the deck on the back of the boat to look at the scenery, hoping it would calm me some. My nerves were already getting the best of me for several reasons. But I couldn’t let it distract me from the job at hand. I watched the sun turn the skies from a dark blue to a pale peach, stars still piercing the sky when I heard a creak off to the side of me. I turned my head to be met with a pair of sparkling grey eyes surrounded by striking dark lashes. A dark haired woman with tanned skin and a tall nose approached the boat, an excited bright smile playing on her face as she saw me.

“Sunflower bloody Spurrs!” She exclaimed, holding her arms out to me. My eyes lit up and a smile pulled on my lips as I briskly rushed to her to hug her slim but curvy frame. She towered over me as we rocked in each other’s embrace. She pulled away with her hands still rooted to my shoulders as she gave me a once over. “Geez, you look good! You cut your hair!” She exclaimed. The last time she saw me was when I was in my twenties with long tight curls. It had been years since I’d seen her. Years that I didn’t mean to let go on for so long. We were very close once. I would’ve said hello the first time I saw her but it was a little hard to do with an army on her ass. I remembered how difficult it was pulling her from the rough waters in the hard rain.

“Chloe Frazer. Jesus, girl, how ya been?!” I said in an excited but hushed tone. It was early and we were still trying to be inconspicuous to those men from before.

“I’ve been decent.” She said, placing her hands on her hips and nodding. “Had a few jobs here and there. And some with Cutter! He asked about you, y’know.” She told me with a raised brow and a teasing smirk. My heart skipped for a moment as she looked at me. I’d almost forgotten how beautiful she was. I hummed in appreciation as I remembered nothing but good things about Charlie Cutter. Tall, rugged, and brawny but still he was the sweetest and most gentle man you’d ever meet. Wasn’t too bad in the sack either...

“How is he? I haven’t seen him since he broke his leg… that idiot.” I remembered when he got trapped on higher ground by fire and his only way down was to just jump. He had balls though…

“He’s doing well. He’s on a job in Russia right now.” She said as she walked into the boat to put her bag and dirt soiled traditional garbs on the bench.

“Looking for what?” I giggled in surprise. I’d always wanted to go see the Red Square. This would’ve been his first expedition that he’d led.

“Lenka Panteleyev’s lost stash.” She said.

“Still?! Didn’t people stop looking for that like years ago? I heard they kept comin’ up with a bunch of criminal shit.” I grumbled, crossing a leg over the other.

“Yes but our dear Charles found a monastery and a few other leads in Saint Petersburg.” She grinned, proudly.

“Good luck to him!” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. I was happy for him. “So Sam told me he was doing recon?”

“Not exactly. He’s more of a decoy. He’s playing “expert” on Hoysala culture for our competitor-”

“I’m sorry- what?! You put him in rebel ranks for a warlord on purpose?!” I exclaimed. A flash of worry crashed over me and my heart started racing. He failed to mention just exactly what his role was in all this.

“Yes but he’s gonna be fine… he’s just buying us some time.” She began nonchalantly.

“And what if he gets caught up?” I questioned.

“He’s fine! Why are you so worried about him anyways?” She asked, narrowing her dusty eyes at me. I gulped. I didn’t want to put too many personal things into the job. So I shrugged and changed the subject.

“You never told me how you met Sam?” I said, turning on the mini coffee pot on board to make myself a cup. She bit her lip and smiled, picking at her fingernails. My smile faltered a tad as she chuckled mischievously.

“Well…” she began. I didn’t like the sound of it so far and she’d yet to tell me anything. “I was looking for a team and Sullivan called me saying he had somebody for the job. A mysterious long lost Drake brother. I met him that weekend to talk about the job and to brush up on his culture and uh…. After a couple of beers and a few glasses of whiskey later...” she smirked, wiggling her brows.

I could literally feel my heart tear. The expression on my face fell and I turned quickly back to the coffee pot, hoping she hadn’t seen my face. “That man really is a talented one in bed, I’ll tell you that much!” I heard her giggle girlishly. My fingers gripped the counter tight as I tried to fight back the urge to just cry. Of all the people…. He chose her. I took a deep breath to calm myself and watched as the coffee finished brewing before me. I poured myself a bit of unaltered coffee, feeling the warmth from the drink inside the paper cup as she pressed on. “So how do you know Sam? He’s the one who brought you on here.” I had to think and choose my words carefully. Ultimately, I decided to tell her the same thing I told Erik.

“I uh…. Nate-o called. He asked for my help to ‘save’ his brother.” I threw up air quotations. I knew there’d be more time to explain on the journey ahead. “We got on like a house on fire! Couldn’t stand each other at first but… we just kinda grew on each other. We kept in touch.” I said, dancing around the truth as best as I could.

“You were at Libertalia?” She asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Sam didn’t mention it?” I asked. Of course he didn’t.

“He sorta… talked around it. Like it held something deep for him, y’know?” She said, pulling a small round platelet with images of Indian gods on it. I nodded silently as I watched her play with it a while and give up; repeat. “Look... about Sam. Don’t mention anything to her about his involvement. I don’t need her losing her cool on this one. The moment she finds out, that’s it. Gig’s done.” Just as I had turned to speak, the air suddenly changed and I heard another creak. Chloe and I turned to see Nadine Ross standing in the doorway, her fingers curled around her bag tightly as she noticed me. Her bountiful curls pulled back tight into a ponytail, clad in a simple grey tee shirt and khaki cargos. My chest tightened as a silence washed over the boat. She was with Chloe when I plucked her out of the channel. If I wasn’t trying to not get shot myself, there would’ve been some sort of refusal. A plethora of feelings began to swell inside as we stared at each other. I couldn’t just forget what happened just six months ago…

“Sunny…” She said, her head held high as she entered the boat. She dropped her bag on the bench opposite of Chloe and her posture seemed to stiffen.

“What are you doin’ here, Nadine?” I asked in a low tone. Then I turned to Chloe. “What is she doin’ here?” Chloe raised her hands defensively.

“For the record, I had no idea that you were in Libertalia the same time that she was. She’s here because she knows our enemy better than either of us so she’s going to handle him.” She told me. I looked at her shaking my head in disbelief as a slight laugh escaped my lips.

“This is sooo six ways fucked from Sunday…” I laughed in annoyance as I sipped my coffee.

“You’re telling me.” Nadine replied, dropping her bag on the bench opposite Chloe. The audacity...

“Y’know, you don’t get to act like a bitch, Nadine. Not after all the shit you pulled with Adler. You damn near killed my friends!”

“And I should’ve finished the job on that damn boat!” She snapped back. My nostrils flared in a flash of anger.

“This is such bullshit.” I commented with an unamused chuckle. Chloe sat back in her seat and huffed, blowing her bangs off of her face.

“Oh great…” she grumbled, continuing to fiddle with the small mechanism in her hands.

“This isn’t gonna work, Frazer—”

“It’s gonna have to, Nadine! We’re already here, money’s been funded, people have died... We’re in this now whether you like it or not. So whatever issues you two have with each other, hash it out now. Before we actually have to start trusting each other with our bloody lives.” Chloe growled at us before bringing her attention back to her trinket. Nadine sucked her teeth and crossed her muscular arms over her chest and shook her head. I narrowed my eyes at her and scoffed before setting my coffee down, shaking my head.

“We need to get goin’. So we can get ahead of these guys…” I mumbled as I walked out the back opening to untie the rope from the tree.

We still had a ways to go until we reached the Ghats. The boat ride was quiet for the most part. Which was good because I had a lot to think about. Chloe and Sam…. ‘Really?’ I thought as my eyes started to sting again. I sniffled and shook the feelings off. I watched as a flock of birds flew low across the glassy waters, a light fog beginning to roll over. I tried my best to tune out Nadine and Chloe’s conversation earlier and focus on the peaceful sounds of nature around me. I sipped my coffee and set it on the dash in front of me as I steered us around. Coming up behind me, I could hear a set of heavy footsteps. I looked behind me briefly to see Chloe approach and lean on the railing next to me, the gold platelet still in her hands. We were silent for a moment. And while I couldn’t find the need to break that silence, she obviously did. She chewed on her lip and tapped her fingers on the rusty rails before looking at me.

“How long have we got left?” She asked, breaking the ice.

“Um…. about an hour… til we hit land.” I answered curtly.

“Great!” She smiled at me. I didn’t give much of a reaction back; nothing but a very brief smile. She continued on. “Y’know… despite whatever Nadine may think, I’m glad you’re here. It’s been far too long since we’ve seen each other and I don’t want the first time in a while to be like this.” I looked up at her a second as I adjusted my grip on the wheel and pursed my lips, turning my gaze back to the beautiful landscape before me. I could’ve said a couple of different things. Instead, I just…. because why not?

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up like that…” I sighed.

“Personally, in your case, you deserve to be angry. I heard she shot you. Twice.” She said, taking in the view.

“She only shot me the once. Though I’m sure she would’ve a second time if she was given the chance…” I corrected her and Chloe chuckled a little. I grinned a moment, actually enjoying her being near me for a while before remembering the situation I was in. My smile faded quickly and awkwardly. “Listen… I’ll push my grudge with her to the side for now. Let’s just find this tusk and get paid.” I said briefly. She raised a thick brow at me and nodded in agreement. I didn’t mean to sound harsh about it. On top of this thing with Nadine, I still couldn’t look at Chloe the same anymore. She pursed her lips and tapped the platelet in her hands before fiddling with it once more. “So what is that thing?” I asked, changing the subject.

“We think it’s some sort of key…” she said, staring at it closely as she tinkered with it.

“Where’d you get it?” I asked.

“Stole it from Asav.” She answered simply, her eyes never leaving the platelet.

“That’s our bad guy?” I asked as I turned the boat as we approached a curve in the river.

“Yep. Handsome guy, actually. Soft spoken. Nadine will tell you not to let those things fool you but so far, he doesn’t seem like that much of a threat.” She said nonchalantly. Even I knew that was an understatement.

“Chloe, when I found you, the two of you were running from a whole group of dudes and getting shot at! Like not just ‘shot at’ but SHOT AT!”

“All part of the job! She worries too much anyhow—” She rebuttals as she clicked along the edge of the piece and suddenly it expanded. Chloe gasped as it undid itself in her hands. “Well looky here…” She pressed the center of the key and the two carved elephant heads pulled apart from each other. She pointed at a few details along the border and began dropping facts. First, a trident. Then, a bow and arrow. Lastly, an axe. “Ganesh’s weapon...Parashurama… and the axe given to him by Shiva…”

“It’s the Great Battle…” I hummed. I remembered reading about this in my long hours of studying with Sam. “That’s when Ganesh lost his tusk, right?”

“Well… I’m proud of you.” She said pinching my arm lightly before turning to rest her back on the railing. I looked at her and watched the gears in her head turn as she stared at the key.

“What are you thinkin’?” I asked.

“I’m guessing… if we find the symbols… we find the tusk.” She said carefully. Chloe was never one to base off facts. She thrived on guesstimates. Never steered her wrong though.

“Alright, Chlo… I’m followin’ you.” I said with a long sigh. “You really know a lot about all this…”

“You can thank my dad. Hindu myths were his thing.” She stared out at nothing in particular as her mind wandered.

“Well… I’m sure he’s proud.”

“Heh...sure.” She said in a melancholic tone. I looked over at her as she looked to her feet, rocking her weight to and fro. She was always rather cryptic when it came to her personal life. “Sun’s gonna be up any minute. You think this boat can go any faster?” She asked me. I sighed and nodded.

“I’m sure there’s a half speed above what I’m goin’. Sorry. She ain’t very fast…” I told her, speeding as quick as the boat would allow.

“Welp, do what you can. I’m gonna go get ready.” She said, twirling the platelet between her fingers and tucking it into her back pocket before going back inside. I sighed. It took a lot for me to stand a conversation with her now. But I tried to look on the bright side. I'd soon get to punch people for therapy.