#the curse of only having 350 words and needing to say so much more

[steddieas-shegoes]

dress out

for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘dress’

rated t | 350 words | no cw | tags: football au, pre-relationship, Eddie has a crush on Steve, minor injury

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Eddie’s not ever supposed to actually play. That might be upsetting to guys who work their asses off to get to the NFL, but Eddie’s pretty happy just to have made it past college at all.

He was never first string in high school, only stepped in on an emergency basis for college, so how he got here, he isn’t sure.

But he’s close enough to Steve to watch the way his thighs jiggle in those pants, so. Can’t complain.

He’s had a crush on Steve for, oh, eight years? Long enough that he should’ve done something about it. Especially during training camp. They got paired up all the time: starting quarterback with the guy who won’t ever see the field makes sense, right?

He’s watching Steve get frustrated. He keeps touching his shoulder, shaking his arm.

Something’s wrong.

The only reason Eddie’s here is because the second string quarterback’s wife just had her baby that morning. The third string guy is suited up on the bench, but-

“Harrington’s out. You’re in,” Eddie overhears the offensive coordinator say to the guy on the bench. Eddie doesn’t know his first name. His jersey says Browning, so Eddie sends out good vibes to the football gods that he can make something happen.

Steve sits on the bench and Eddie sees it before anyone else: his shoulder’s out of place.

“How fucking long have you been playing like that?” The words burst from Eddie’s mouth before he can try to contain them.

The medical staff is already surrounding Steve, blocking him from Eddie’s vision.

An assistant is trying to get his attention.

“You need to dress out. Head to the locker room.”

Eddie’s head is spinning and he suddenly doesn’t want to be in the NFL.

“But Steve-“

“I’ll be fine, Eddie.” Steve’s being ushered off the sideline.

Eddie follows in a daze to dress.

On his way back to the field, Steve pats him on the ass and smirks.

“Good luck.”

Eddie doesn’t have to play that day, but he does get to leave the stadium with Steve’s number in his phone.

[little-moonbeam-666]

Fatal Chemistry *Part 1*

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, masturbation

Word count: 4200

Pairing: Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) x Camgirl!Reader

Adam stared at Ian in disbelief, as if he had misheard his friend.

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, man, Y/N is great. She’ll be moving here in about a week and I promised her I’d find her a room to rent somewhere.”

Adam sighed, becoming annoyed. Why couldn’t Ian have asked him for anything else? ANYTHING but this.

“Who is she to you?” he asked, an edge to his voice.

“Y/N is an old friend of mine from school. She’s like a little sister to me. Man, I promise you she wouldn’t be any trouble. She’s clean, she’s quiet, hell… her favorite activity is reading and writing. She’s quieter than a church mouse. You’d hardly even be able to tell she was here. And money’s not a problem, whatever you want, she can pay it. She’s self-employed. But she knows that renting a whole apartment to herself would be way more expensive than renting a room from someone. Just know I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate.”

Adam was at a stand still. Almost everything in him wanted to scream ‘No!’ and be done with it, but there was a small sliver of… something… that was telling Adam to give this girl a shot to prove to him that not all zombies were horrible. If she was anything like Ian, maybe he could tolerate her.

After all, since Eve had died a few years ago, he had been rather lonely with nobody to talk to. He had nobody to share his ideas or interests with. He was alone. Besides Ian, who always had a positive word to say.

“What does she do for work?” Adam questioned further.

“She’s uh…. Well…” Ian stammered. “She’s a… sex worker… of sorts. A cam girl. Like she does live shows that people pay to watch. But I swear she wouldn’t bother you at all.”

Adam felt as if he may come to regret the decision he was about to make, but fuck it.

“Fine. She can rent a room here. But she better be as clean and quiet as you say she is. I don’t require much for rent, so tell her $350 a month and the room is hers.”

Ians face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Adam, thank you so much. Y/N will be so excited to know I found her a place.”

“Don’t mention it.” Adam said, no expression in his voice whatsoever. “So what day will she be here?”

“She’ll be here next Monday. Probably later in the evening ‘cause she booked an afternoon flight.”

“Great. I’ll have the room ready for her.”

“Again, Adam, thank you. I’m gonna head home so I can give Y/N a call and let her know the good news.”

Adam didn’t say another word as Ian headed out the door. Now he had plenty of time to clear out the instruments and boxes of vinyl records from the spare bedroom that he planned on letting you use.

He got up from the couch and made his way down the hall to the spare bedroom, right next door to his own, and slowly pushed the door open. He grumbled to himself, seeing the piles of vinyl records that he needed to relocate. He grumbled out a sigh along with a few choice curse words and got to work.

Meanwhile in Montana, you had just gotten off the phone with Ian after he had told you that he had found you a room to rent. And also that the guy who you’d be moving in with was a friend of his.

Ian’s description of Adam was a bit vague and you couldn’t tell too much from it. Ian described him as introverted, a musician, and a man of few words. Not much to go off. Definitely not enough to conjure up a decent assumption about the man.

You were too excited to sleep so you decided to pack up the rest of your things, which in all honesty wasn’t a lot. Just some books and clothes.

Getting up from your bed, you headed over to your dresser to begin packing up your socks, bras, and panties. And let's be honest,  you had A LOT of bras and panties due to your line of work. And you weren’t ashamed of it either. You loved your job. You got to pick your own hours, it gave you an excuse to buy cute lingerie, and the payout was great.

Your next show wasn’t scheduled for another 2 weeks, giving you time to get moved and settled into your new place. And you prayed that Adam didn’t mind your line of work or living with him might be a bit awkward. Maybe he’d actually like what you do and want to be a part of it.

That was your last thought before you realized you had several empty drawers and all the previous contents of them folded neatly on your bed, ready to be put in an empty box. You smiled at a job well done, deciding it was late and that you needed to head to bed.

The next Monday came before you knew it. That day you had managed to tie up any loose ends you had in Montana and by late afternoon you were at the airport with your several suitcases of belongings. Detroit was only a few hours away!

The flight was quiet and gave you time to relax and really think about the fact that you had a new home now. Now that you thought about it, you really didn’t know all that much about Adam. Ian gave you the bare minimum information and told you that he trusted him and apparently at the time, that was good enough for you.

Your thoughts were still racing as you got off the plane and gathered your suitcases. You were nervous and excited and honestly just ready to meet your new room mate.

The lights of Detroit were a blur as a cab drove you past downtown, so far out that there were hardly any lights. Most of the houses looked abandoned, and the ones that had lights on weren’t very well kept.

Well, Ian did warn you that it was out of the way and your neighborhood was quiet.

The cab finally came to a stop in front of a large house, dim lights shining from the inside. You double checked the address on your phone and matched it with the metal numbers on by the front door. This was it. Your new home.

You quickly paid the driver and grabbed your bags from the trunk and watched the cab turn around and drive back towards town.

When you turned back to the house, you had time to really take it in. It was old and falling apart, but you could tell it had character. The yard was a bit overgrown and it looked like there was a privacy fence around the back.

A sudden movement caught your eye, causing you to look up. The silhouette of a man stood in the window of the 2nd floor. He quickly disappeared once he saw you.

You grabbed your things and made your way to the front door. Before you even had a chance to knock, the door swung open revealing the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. This must be Adam. He was barefoot, wearing black skinny jeans and an ancient maroon colored robe that hung open, revealing his pale chest and stomach. You had to keep yourself from staring too long.

“Hi, you must be Adam. I’m Y/N.” You said, giving him a small smile.

“Come in.” he said quietly, reaching to take 2 of your heavy suitcases, bringing them into the house like they weighed nothing. 

You grabbed your remaining suitcase and followed him inside and shut the door. He didn’t say another word and made his way up the stairs with your things, so you followed. You had to watch your step once you made it upstairs, boxes of what looked like antiques, books, and records lined the halls. You followed Adam to a room at the end of the hallway before he set your things down and turned to you.

“This is your room. Bathroom is down the hall to the right. Kitchen is downstairs. It’s not stocked, so you’ll have to fend for yourself.” he stated simply. You nodded your head in agreement.

“Thank you.” you said, giving him a smile. He just gave you a nod before turning and walking away. 

You made your way into the room, noting that it was larger than your old bedroom. And there was a king size bed which was also nice. It would work well for your shows. Your walls were a dark navy blue wallpaper, patterned with golden floral designs which you admired greatly. You would have to properly thank Adam for letting you live here with him.

You moved your suitcases to one side of the room by the huge ancient looking dresser and decided to go find Adam. As soon as you stepped out into the hall you could hear the sound of a violin echoing through the house. You toed off your shoes, kicking them into your room before following the pretty sounds. 

Eventually you found what looked to be like a makeshift living room, littered with wires and cables running across the floor and instruments everywhere. Adam stood at one side of the room, facing away from you, the violin placed under his chin as he played. You leaned gently against the door frame, listening to the sad, haunting sounds coming from the instrument. After a few minutes of listening in awe, the music stopped. He didn’t turn around, but he spoke.

“It’s not finished yet. Can’t seem to find the right way to end it.” he said.

“Well it’s beautiful. I loved it.” you said, making your way over to the curved pink couch in the middle of the room.

You watched as Adam silently put the violin back in it’s case. He came over and sat on the opposite end of the couch, as far away from you as he possibly could, not saying a word. The silence practically echoed in your ears but it gave you a good chance to really look at him. 

His wild black hair, his perfectly straight nose, chiseled cheekbones. His eyes were stunning. They were a golden yellowish green color in the right light. Your gaze wandered to his slender neck down the hard planes of his chest and stomach, exposed by his robe hanging wide open on either side of him. Your stare lingered on his abs and the trail of dark hair that led down into his pants. You could feel your heart beat faster at the naughty thoughts that popped into your head.

Adam chuckled to himself, catching your attention.

“Thank you, Adam.” you said quietly, hoping to drop the fact that he’d just caught you openly gawking at him.

He turned his head to look at you.

“For what?”

“For letting me live here. I really appreciate it.” you clarified. He nodded in understanding.

“Yeah. Ian likes you, so I figured you couldn’t be that bad.”

“I promise I won’t be any trouble to you.” you said sincerely. He didn’t say anything, so you decided it would be best to go back to your room and unpack.

You got up, bidding Adam goodnight. All you got in response was another nod of his head.

2 weeks passed and you and Adam grew closer. He grew to trust you. There were some deep intellectual late night conversations. And sometimes you’d stay up a little later to listen to him play something on one of the many instruments he owned. The two of you had formed a bond. He was a man of few words but you appreciated that. You could just co exist and nothing had to be said.

It was finally time for your first show since moving. You moved around your room, grabbing anything you might need.

Your outfit for the night was a black velvet set with lace trim and a black silk robe to go overtop.

Looking at yourself in your vanity mirror, you smiled as you applied a coat of clear lipgloss over the nude pink lipstick you wore. You were finally ready.

Meanwhile in the room next to yours, Adam could hear you greeting your viewers as you went live. This was your first show since moving in so he had never heard you before. His vampire hearing allowed him to hear everything you were saying and doing as if you were in the room with him.

As your words became more explicit, he managed to mentally block you out. And he was able to keep that block up for a while and focus on the book he was attempting to read. Until he heard it. A long, strung out, pornographic moan accompanied by the buzzing of a vibrator. His cock jumped at the sound. He’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about you. You were breathtakingly beautiful, even for a zombie.

 Adam hated that he may just be developing feelings for you. You were always so enthusiastic about the music he made. He loved the way you’d sway along to whatever song he was playing, a smile on your face. Your laugh when he’d make a joke sounded so bright. He hated these feelings and thoughts about you. He was a vampire and you were a zombie. It would never work.

Your voice caught him off guard. You were talking to your viewers… about him. And your words were far from innocent.

“My new roommate is so fucking hot… Oh fuck! God, when I watch him play guitar all I can think about is his long fingers and how I bet he could finger me so good. Mmmm and don’t get me started on those tight ass skinny jeans he wears. Literally doesn’t leave anything to the imagination, his cock has to be huge. Oh god, and he has no clue that I touch myself every night wishing he was fucking me. Fuck, I wish he was fucking me right now.”

Adam couldn’t believe what he’d just heard you say. You really thought about him like that? You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you? He had to do something about it… right now. He could hear your moans and whimpers rising in pitch and he knew you were close.

He got up, wearing nothing but his skinny jeans, and made his way to stand in front of your bedroom door. Was he really about to come into your room while you were on live? He thought about it for a second and decided it was now or never.

He slowly pushed your door open, revealing the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen in his 500 years.

Your laptop was placed on a stand at the foot of your bed, letting your viewers see everything. You were sprawled out on your bed with your head thrown back, your hair a halo around your head, and your legs spread wide giving Adam the perfect view. Your panties were pulled to the side, giving you access to your most intimate parts and the cups of your bralette were pulled down, letting your breasts become exposed. One of your hands held a vibrator directly on your clit and the other was pinching at one of your nipples.

Adam wanted so badly to walk over to you and please you himself, but you were still on live. So he opted to just lean against the door frame and enjoy the show. And by the desperate sounds spilling from your lips, you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close.” you moaned, your eyes squeezed shut and your hips bucking wildly against the vibrator.

Adam gently cleared his throat, just loud enough for you to hear. Your head snapped up and you looked directly at him, eyes wide in shock. You were about to pull your hands away from your body but he shook his head ‘no’ at you and gave you a reassuring smile, silently telling you to continue.

You glanced at your computer, noting the comments section was now filled with questions about what just happened. You smiled and leaned back again, pressing the vibrator harder against  your clit, moving it in circles.

“Oh my god, guys, my roommate literally just walked in and he’s watching me from my doorway. Fuck, I bet he heard me talking about him.” you moaned out, looking at Adam. He smirked and reached a hand down to rub at the bulge in his pants.

“Oh fuck, I need to cum!” you squealed, rubbing the vibrator vigorously against your aching clit. You glanced at Adam, wanting his permission. He nodded his head and mouthed the word ‘cum’. 

Your orgasm washed over you, making your legs shake violently and your eyes roll back. You turned off your vibrator and tossed it to the side. You could feel the sheets beneath your ass were sopping wet. Your eyes went wide as you realized what just happened. You fucking squirted. You had never managed to do that before. You wanted to be embarrassed but you were too exhausted. 

You sat up and made a show of  keeping your legs spread so everyone could see your puffy glistening folds.

Holy fuck, Adam had never been so turned on. He waited for you to bid your goodbyes to your viewers and shut your laptop before approaching you.

“Adam, I’m so sorry, I never meant for-” you started, but you were cut off by Adam’s lips on yours, silencing you. You smiled into the kiss before he gently pulled away.

“No apologies, love. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.” he said gently before leaving your room and heading to the bathroom.

The sound of the water running while he was in the bathroom gave you a moment to process what just happened. Adam had heard you. He came over to your room. And he watched you masturbate while thinking about him. And you enjoyed every second of it. Holy shit.

Adam came back a moment later with a warm damp washcloth.

“Lay back.” he said, barely above a whisper.

You did as he said and laid back on your pillows. You watched as he gently pulled your panties down your legs and then used the washcloth to wipe off your inner thighs, moving his way up to your now very sensitive pussy. You spread your legs a little to give him more room. You didn’t miss the smirk on his face as you did so.

He gently wiped the remnants of your orgasm from your skin, the washcloth nudging against your over sensitive clit, making your hips jolt from the contact.

“Mmm Adam.” you gently moaned, spreading your legs a little further apart, your lower lips separating on their own and exposing your still swollen clit. You knew you would be overstimulated but you didn’t care.

“We shouldn’t. You’re too sensitive to actually take me right now. But if you want, I can give you one more. But you have to promise me you’ll get some rest afterwards.”

You nodded vigorously, your eyes wide with lust as you watched Adam set the washcloth down on your night stand. You could feel yourself becoming slick again at the thought of Adam making you cum. Your mind was too clouded with lust to think about the consequences.

“Bra off, love.” he ordered and you quickly complied before laying back down.

Adam got on the bed next to you, laying down on his side so he could watch your face as he pleasured you. He lifted his hand and gently placed it on your breast, gently squeezing before letting his middle finger slowly rub over the hardened tip, making you whimper.

“That’s it, baby. Just relax for me.” he whispered in your ear, leaning down to kiss at your neck. You heard him inhale deeply before he let out a feral sounding growl.

“Adam, please!” you begged as he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The sensation sent jolts straight to your throbbing cunt.

“What do you want, Y/N? You have to use your words.” he said, continuing to abuse your sore nipple before switching to the other.

“Fuck, I want…. Ohhhh….. I want you to play with my pussy.” you said, making Adam smile.

“Oh I’ll play with your pussy, baby. Would you like my long fingers that you like to stare at while I play guitar…” he started, letting his hand skim down your stomach, stopping at your hip bones. “Or would you prefer my tongue?”

You groaned thinking about his fingers. You’d imagined what the long digits would feel like inside of you. As much as you wanted him to lick and suck at your throbbing core, you already knew your answer.

“Your fingers! Please!”

Adam chuckled, letting his fingers graze lightly over the top of your pubic bone.

“Mmm I thought so.”

He let his finger trail down to gently trace down the seam of your pussy. You spread your legs further apart and bucked your hips.

Adam quickly maneuvered your leg closest to him to rest over top of his legs, holding you open for him before moving his hand back to your dripping slit, letting his fingers slide between your folds to caress your hole, but never dipping inside. He could feel you clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled by him.

He tested the waters, dipping the very tip of his middle finger into you before pulling it out. You whined at the loss. Slowly he pushed it back in, pushing in further than he did before, all the way to the second knuckle. He set a slow pace, pulling out before pushing back in until he’d worked the entire length of his finger into you.

You looked over, catching Adams' attention. You reached up and curled your fingers around the back of his head, pulling him down so you could kiss him. He slowly inserted a second finger beside the first, stretching your walls and making you moan into his mouth. His tongue danced with yours as he sped up the pace with his fingers, curling them slightly to drag against your g-spot.

Adam pulled away from the kiss to watch your face as he began to piston his fingers in and out of you at an almost inhuman speed. Your eyes shut as you embraced the pleasure flooding through you. He could feel your walls squeezing his fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me!” he encouraged, leaning down to kiss and nip at your neck.

Just as you were about to cum, you turned your head in his direction. Adam pulled his head back to look at you, but what you saw must have been a trick of the light or the pure euphoria that washed over you in that moment. For a split second, it looked like Adam had fangs. You barely had a half a second to think about it as your orgasm came crashing down, your walls squeezing Adams fingers.

Your eyes were screwed shut from the intense pleasure and when you opened them again the fangs, or whatever you saw, was gone. It was just normal Adam smiling down at you. As you gazed up at him, he gently withdrew his fingers from your still pulsing core and brought them to his mouth and slowly sucked your juices off of them.

“Adam…” you mumbled sleepily, halfway embarrassed from watching him taste you for the first time.

“You taste so sweet, baby.” he said, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Adam… what just happened… we just…” you stuttered, not knowing the right words to say. You literally just got finger fucked by your roommate of 2 weeks and he’s acting like it’s completely normal.

“I know, baby. We have a lot to talk about, but we’ll talk tomorrow evening. Rest, darling.” he stated.

As soon as you shut your eyes, you felt yourself being lifted. Your eyes snapped open and you realized that Adam was carrying you out of your room.

“Where are we going?” you asked, sleep lacing your voice.

“My room.” He said as he stepped out into the hallway and turned into his room. It was dark, like your own and the bed was just as big with black silk sheets.

He gently laid you down on the silky sheets before pulling the comforter up over you. You were about to sit up and complain about being alone when you saw him unbuttoning his pants and pushing them to the ground. You quickly averted your eyes, noting that he went commando. You felt the bed dip beside you and saw that he was crawling in bed next to you.

He reached his arms and pulled you tightly against him. Your back was pressed against his chest and you could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. Your immediate response was to wiggle your ass against him, but as soon as you started, he gripped your hips, holding you still.

“Adam, I…”

“Y/N, you promised me you’d sleep. Now rest, darling.” he said, burying his nose against your neck. You did as you were told and shut your eyes, falling asleep in Adams arms.

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[yoshkeii]

𝟼𝚝𝚑 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 | 𝟹𝟻𝟶+ 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝

࿐ character: Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo

࿐ prompt: 14) Injuries 15) Fistfights/Fights

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)

࿐ requested by: anon for my 350+ event.

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ sfw, fluffy n caring parts (somewhere), crush hcs

⌦ tw: fights, injuries, mentions of blood

⌦ both prompts are applied to all characters.

⌦ ‘could I request (from the word prompts) 14 and 15 with Gojo and megumi? male reader hcs if its not too much’

A/N: more gojo content? from me? who knew? no one did. BUT- decided to put the reader as a v tough strong boi <3 we need strong y/n’s in this place pls

𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘:

→ as a special grade sorcerer similar to Gojo, he really admired you, obviously of course-

→ only ever hearing about a popular, trusted, and strong special grade. he was interested on meeting you, always asking questions about you to the staff who knew or seen you.

→ this man has no boundaries when it comes to the topic of you, and quickly developed a crush once he laid his eyes on you. finally coming back from abroad of an curse infestation, somewhere- which Gojo didn’t bother remembering, he just... stared at you. 

→ fucking looking handsome and tough, and- he can go on. he will.

→ wearing a similar look to the uniform but instead in a more formal, tight fit look. sleeves rolled up to your elbows showing your forearms and the black gloves with [Favorite Color] on the palms. And of course the signature jujutsu high button w/ its swirled crest as a button below your tie.

→ your built was much bigger compared to him, having more broader shoulders and a body composition that could pack a fucking punch.

→ feeling an odd stare, you catch Gojo staring at you. mouth slightly ajar. 

→ raising an eyebrow you spoked, “should probably close your mouth Satoru.” your husky voice made his heart stop a beat, face flushing slightly.

→ he often called you for ‘help’ when he was in ‘trouble’ with some curses, only just to see you beat the fuck out of the curses in the end. easily exorcising them.

→ your e/c eyes met Gojo’s gaze as you blew off the dust from your gloved knuckles.

→ he really really REALLY, loved seeing your technique at work. surprised that your technique mainly involved blunt force and sometimes manipulation of most objects you touch, it had advantages.

→ but in reality, he just watched your punch your opponents and secretly wishing it was him sometimes.

→ Gojo questioned where or why your technique was like that at one point though. and you simply explained that your family taught boxing or some sort of fighting sport.

→ you even claimed you did underground fighting to gain some money as a teenager.

→ he practically swooned for you more after that. having some... imaginations in his mind of his.

→ this man tries to hide the obvious facts of his crush with snarky teases and retorts at you whenever someone brought it up. like sir... its.. its very obvious.

→ everytime you get badly hurt or injured, you still fight even if the pain is overwhelming. enduring the striking pain to win the battle.

→ Gojo once stumbled upon you at the infirmary while being treated by Shoko, the wounds you had were rather bad. but you sat there like nothing happened with just slight winces and ows.

→ ever since learning that fact, he always make sure to keep an eye on you when you both are out on a mission together. or... together in general.

𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘:

→ Fushiguro knew you as the more reckless and clumsy type, and often compared you to Itadori.

→ being both carefree people who just uses hand-to-hand combat as their weapon. he didn’t think much of you. till...

→ you were one of the ones who came to save him from Todou. sending a punch that made gusts of winds, able to knock off a normal person’s balance. but... but that expression on your face he faintly saw, really stuck with him.

→ it was very tensed, serious, and out-right feral. he has never seen you like this. you looked like a beast that could and would kill on command, holding back for a mysterious reason he wish he knew.

→ as you turned to him, crouching infront of his view, the fierce expression your face had earlier quickly softened into the normal y/n he knew. he only just stared at you as you talked to him, which he didn’t pay attention to. only just staring at your face in admiration.

→ Fushiguro realized why your nickname among the 1st years would be ‘Mad-Dog’ or as literally anything fearful. Monster, a beast, a wolf... it goes on.

→ seeing that side of you, awoken what he didn’t think... he had. a fuzzy feeling in his stomach that made his mind wonder about you 24/7, him spacing out fairly often once you were in view, and the slight stutter in his voice gave little clues of his crush on you.

→ denying it a few times as Itadori and Nobara relentlessly teased him about it. he shortly accepted it as he slowly pieced up the clues and signs he gave.

→ flustering up in his room most of the time now.

→ Fushiguro has caught you working out in your own dorm on accident once. hearing slamming noises somewhere, following it, till it lead to your room. knocking on your door, you opened it to stare back him. 

→ “Oh! Hey, Fushiguro.. uh... what brings you here?” you say panting softly.

→ “I heard some noises coming from your room. So I came to check it out..” “What are you doing?”

→ “I’m just working out with my punching bag,” you opened the door a little wider to point at the punching bag in the corner of your room. “it’s a new one since I busted my old one just yesterday.”

→ “..b-busted??”

→ ever since then, he has helped you exercise. holding up gloves as you sent quick jabs. honestly the most intimidating shit he’s done with you. seeing the focused glare made a shiver run up his spine.

→ but often he can’t handle your punches, sometimes tripping onto the floor. which usually ends up with him watching you or lounge in your room.

→ Fushiguro tried not to watch so intently, but he was so mesmerized to see you in action. but the unwelcoming thoughts and details as he watched sweat drip down your face and muscles.

→ you caught him a few times staring while you exercised, resulting in a very flustered Fushiguro as he gazed away quickly with a deepened flush across his cheeks. a chuckle coming from you.

→ at one point you had hit the punching bag so hard it busted (again), you managed to gain few scratches on your knuckles. nonchalantly muttering, “..oh shit, i think i punched to hard-”

→ “what? what happened??” Fushiguro sat up from your bed, before spotting the dripping blood from your hand. “Y/n?! a-are you-?”

→ “Yeah I’m bleedin’ but its not that bad,” you laughed lightly. “mind gettin’ me the first aid on my desk?”

→ and so he did. he was genuinely worried that this wasn’t the first time this happened, but luckily the first time he saw it he convinced you to stop for the day.

→ he’s just worried for ya. if you can be so blunt about a deep wound on your knuckle, he knows for well you are the same for much worse injuries...

[pen-observing]

these dreams i

synopsis: the devildom is ruled by laws and fate. where does one begin and end? are two people fated to meet?

day 2 of barbatos’ birthday celebration word count: 617

The Devildom is an unholy place that is only reached by those that are sinful or born into sin. It stands on its own; has done for years longer than any soul can imagine. It builds laws only for those that are walking on it’s ground and it believes in breaking them too. However, some punishments are harsher than others; some souls turn their fate into doom while those that are born into royalty (no matter how distant in relation to the crown) carry a weight and burden built on all of those laws; on all of those years.

When you were young; you were able to remain innocent to the eventual responsibilities that would hang over the heads of ‘the chosen ones’. Maybe to say that you were able to remain ignorant until the day fate played with you would be a better term. It was a privilege; one that you would grow stripped of on your 15th birthday. Humans would say you were too young for it; the Devildom does not care what age fate chose you. Laws are laws.

And you curse them. You curse the laws of the unholy place for relying on prophecies instead of having more kindness. Isn’t a law that creates fate based on human world’s occurrences one that should not be respected here?

The Devildom believes that the one who rules it is the sun. The gleam and rays that reach so far from the crown are paradoxical to the eternal darkness. It is a way of saying that the only light that exists in that world is birthed under the crown and continues to live on the throne. The King is the only Sun that the Devildom needs. However, the prophecies state how he alone is not enough.  

A complete solar eclipse happens every hundered years or so; the prophecy takes its time to create and ordain everything. Pieces of the puzzle, the mosaic, and the poor hands that have to build it up; all of it gets created by fate.  

Around 350 hundred years or so; the King, the Sun, got sent a very clear message by fate. When you are treated as the only thing which glows, you are bound to be overly sure of yourself. In the ancient texts, hidden within the castle’s library, a book shined and opened to pages before unknown. That was fate. The king’s men rushed to bend the knee under his feet; when they looked up it was clear the King would have to change his way or ruling.  

“The prophecy is here your highness.” “What does it say?” “The only man capable of taking over your crown has been born. No, that’s not right. He has been created and woken up by fate itself.”

Around 350 hundred years or so Barbatos unlocked the full extent of his power. Even with time at his fingertips he is still not sure how long he has been alive for.

The continuation of this prophecy would grow to be the thing that sealed your fate because 200 hundred years later during the next solar eclipse; on your 15th birthday – it made the moon appear on the inside of your left wrist.  

The prophecy knows that once the King steps away; his son has to take over the right to rule and the sun alone is not enough. The future King, the Sun, has to have his own Moon.  

“The prophecy is here once again your highness.” “What does it say?” “The destiny of the Moon has been fulfilled. Your son will shine just like you.”

The prophecy is the law but as the years pass you would be the one to challenge it.

a/n: This is pretty much the introduction only because I had to set the scene. Kind of proud of this part at least.

[ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa]

Bogotá Kiss

Prologue: There Was a Boy

Summary/Author’s Note: Javier Peña had finally gotten his life together. He was a newlywed, back in the states with his bride, and starting his new life free of Escobar and the world of the cartels. That is until he found his wife in bed with another man. On a path of self destruction, he goes back to Bogota, reclaims his job with the DEA, his partner Steve Murphy, and throws himself into his work, cheap whiskey, and the company of his...informants. 

You are a singer in the hottest burlesque club in Columbia. Pulling yourself out of poverty and into a world where men throw money at your feet, buy you diamonds, and pay untold amounts for your services. You don’t mind that the club’s biggest source of income is smuggling diamonds from the necks, wrists, and ears of its prostitutes and into the pockets of their buyers, until a handsome DEA agent gets too close and figures out the scheme. 

**IMPORTANT: For those familiar with Moulin Rouge--The reader will NOT die at the end. Fuck that. Let Javi be happy god dammit. 

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (Moulin Rouge/French Kiss AU) Word Count: 1.6k (its just a prologue, the next chapter will be better) Warnings (for entire fic): NC-17/18+ - Language, sex, prostitution, mentions/implied R*pe (nothing will ever be described in detail or used as a plot device), typical canon violence for NARCOS, shooting, attempted murder, drug use, blackmail, hurt/comfort, lies and betrayal, happy ending

[MASTERLIST]

"It's not what it looks like."

People didn't actually say that line, did they? And worse yet, no one actually would possibly believe it. Right? The words fell from her lips and suddenly Javier Peña felt like he was watching a movie about someone else's life. A cliché of a film in which the idiot of a husband walked in on his wife bouncing on the dick of another man. He was that idiot, and as she scrambled off the lap of the stranger and called his name, he slammed the door behind him, not bothering to wait for an explanation. Queue the laugh track or cut to the scene of him walking in the rain to somber music. 

Only this wasn't a movie. There would be no comedic relief, just a lot of heartache, wasted time and money. He had always had a bad habit of falling for the wrong girl. He would see himself mirrored in the eyes of the broken, the depressed, the ones who, much like him, just seemed unable to catch a break in life. But instead of getting a kindred spirit to share his world with, he usually just got a lot of baggage and a quick lay.  

He packed a bag, not giving a shit about any of his worldly possessions, and found himself at the Dallas airport, sitting at the bar and waiting for his gate number to be called. 

He raised two fingers, letting the bartender know he wanted a fucking double, as he held his cellphone to his ear and listened to it ring. The boxy phone didn't fit comfortably against his shoulder and he dropped it just as the other end picked up and Steve's voice came through.

"Murphy."

"Fuck. Shit." Javier fumbled the phone and held it back against his face.

"Javi?"

"Yeah, it's me." Javier sighed as he picked up his whiskey and tossed it back with a mild wince. "I'm on my way back."

"I heard." Steve paused. "Carolyn called. I told her I didn't know where you were."

"Thanks, 'appreciate it."

"I talked to Noonan. She said your job's still open. You can have it and the keys to your apartment." 

They both paused for an extended period of time. Javier ordered another shot of whiskey and Steve breathed quietly on the other end of the phone. Neither one of them had to say out loud what they both already knew. Javier had fallen for the wrong girl, again. His heart was broken and he wanted to drown out the ache he was feeling in cheap booze, a carton of Marlboro, and expensive pussy. 

"I'll pick you up from the airport. Safe trip, Jav."

"Thanks, Murph."

Javier pressed the button on the phone and rubbed his forehead with a heavy sigh. It was all smooth sailing from here. He was on his way back to normalcy, back to doing what he did best, hunting Narcos and not having any emotional ties to anything that mattered. 

--

The car ride from the airport had been quiet for the most part but Javier could tell that Steve was just dying to ask. So, when they parked in front of the apartment and neither one of them moved, he dug his smokes out of his jacket pocket and rolled down the window. He flicked his silver lighter to life and inhaled deeply as Steve shut off the engine. 

"Go ahead. Ask."

Steve sighed and looked at his friend. "What happened, man?"

"I let it go too far, like an idiot. And she couldn't even wait until the honeymoon was over before she tripped and landed on some other man's dick." He inhaled deeply and ran his thumb along his mustache. 

"Shit. I'm sorry--"

"Don't," Javier cut him off and shook his head. "Okay? Don't."

"You file for divorce?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Lawyer is drawing everything up now so we can sign it." 

"I know you don't want to hear it, but I'm sorry, Javi. You seemed happy." Steve looked at him and Javier flicked his cigarette out of the window. 

"Yeah, I know." He took another long drag of his cigarette before tossing the butt out onto the sidewalk. “Tell Connie I said ‘hi’, okay?” 

With a mumbled thanks for the ride and a couple of quick 'see you tomorrows', he opened the car door and grabbed his suitcase out of the back seat and walked up the stairs and into the apartment building. He went through the motions of coming back to this place that he knew quite well, as he went downstairs and stuck his keys in the door without needing to turn on a light. 

He tossed his keys on the side table and kicked the door shut gently as he dropped his shoulder bag and looked around. The only furniture that the place had was the old embassy supplied leather couch, scuffed up coffee table, and bar stools against the kitchen counter. Fuck. That settled what he would be doing tomorrow, getting all his furniture out of storage and having the embassy replace what he didn’t have. 

Before tossing his leather jacket on the back of the couch, he got out another cigarette and let it bob between his lips as he mumbled to himself. He inhaled deeply and tossed his lighter next to his keys before making his way to the kitchen. When he opened the fridge, he didn’t know if he wanted to run upstairs and kiss her, or if he wanted to clutch his chest and cry. 

The entire appliance was completely bare and wiped out, the light making the white shelves look entirely too bright, but sitting in the middle of the top shelf was a covered casserole of some kind and a bottle of whiskey. A note was taped to the tin foil that read: 

“Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. Please eat something while you drink this. -- love, Connie.”

At least Steve knew how to pick a woman, because that’s exactly what Connie was, one hell of a woman. Javier grabbed the bottle of liquor and mentally promised Connie that he would eat later. He wasn’t hungry. He really hadn’t been hungry for the last few days, and as he looked at the whiskey and cracked the seal on the lid, he didn’t mourn that the kitchen didn’t have any glasses. He was well beyond the need for a glass. 

He took the bottle to the couch, kicked off his boots and plopped down heavily. The whiskey was a familiar burn down his throat and he felt it all the way to his belly. Warm, inviting, and just what he needed. Another drink was followed by a long drag of his cigarette before he kick backed and muttered, “Home, sweet, home,” to a cold, empty house.

--

The banging on the door permeated his skull in a way that he didn’t think was possible. But then again it had been a long time since he had been this hungover. He rolled over on the leather couch and shoved his face into the cushions and prayed that whoever wanted him would just go away. There was no one on this green earth that he wanted to speak to.

He must have fallen back asleep briefly because the next thing he knew, his partner had let himself into his apartment with his spare key and was nudging his leg that was hanging off the side of the couch. 

“Javi,” Steve said as he plucked the empty liquor bottle from under his friend’s arm. “Javi!” 

“Is too early,” Javier mumbled into the leather of the sofa.

“It’s 4 in the afternoon.” Steve said, setting the bottle on the coffee table. “I told Noonan you were taking the weekend to unpack--” Steve looked around the apartment and then back to the horizontal man. “Looks like you’re done.”

“Fuck you.”

Steve shook his head and put his hands on his hips. “Come on. You need a shower. I’d offer to buy you a drink but you smell like you’ve got that taken care of. So, how about a lap dance? There’s this new place on the other side of town--got your name written all over it.”

“Go away.”

Steve, rubbed his hand down his face and glared at the shell of the man that he had gotten to know over the last couple of years. The day Javier Peña turned down a lap dance, it would have been a cold day in hell and yet the evidence was right there in front of him. Someone needed to tell the devil to go check his thermostat.

“Mmkay.” Steve said sharply and took the empty bottle over to the sink and filled it about half way with tap water. When he dumped it on top of Javier’s head, the way the dark-haired man sputtered and sat straight up brought him more joy than it probably should have. “Good morning!”

“F-fucking hillbilly,” Javier cursed as he pulled the hem of his shirt up to wipe his face.

“Get your ass in the shower and I won’t tell Con that you didn’t eat her food she left you.” When his friend paused long enough to lower his shirt and glare at him, Steve continued. “I’m not fuckin’ around, Javi.”

The two men stood at odds of one another, but the blond refused to relent. Javier shoved his now soaking wet hair back from where it was plastered to his face and nodded. He stood with a groan and gave Steve his middle finger as he trudged to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

“Missed you, too, bud!” Steve cupped his hands around his mouth in a mock yell after the other man’s retreating form. It was going to be a long road to getting his partner back to his usual self, but the natural place to start was with some no-strings-attached pussy.

--

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[fictionalabyss]

For Charity.

*header made by @sorenmarie87​*

Pairing : Becky x Sam, F!Reader x OC, Dean x OC, Dean x F!Reader.

Word count :  2,890

Written for : @spnfluffbingo​​​

Square : Date Auction for Charity.

Warnings : Becky is always a warning,  unrequited love (Beck x Sam), a friendly bet, dates, jealousy, secret affections, confessions.

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“You know she’s just doing this to score a date with Sammy, right?” Dean glanced over as he fixed his tie.

“I’m aware.” you answered from the bathroom where you were fixing your makeup while Sam brushed through his hair behind you.

“Why the hell are we agreeing to do this?”

“Because it’s for charity.” you answered.

“Probably to fund the damn books.” he grumbled.

“It’s not.” You joined him in the main room, and shook your head at him. “I checked, Dean. It’s for breakfasts for kids or something. The Supernatural fandom is actually very charitable, and-”

“ ‘The supernatural fandom’?” he questioned, giving you a look.

“Yes, that’s what they’re called, and they do a lot of good.” you pat him on his chest as you passed him, looking for your shoes. “Besides, we can save Sam. I took out a chunk of cash before I ditched the card, Sam’s gonna pool some in, so will you, and we’ll outbid whatever Becky throws our way, okay? Sam is safe, you get a date, kids get to eat. It’s win/win/win.”

“I hate this. I want it noted that I hate this.”

“It’s been noted, and ignored.” you teased, glancing up as you pulled on your heels.

“Dean’s just scared I’ll go for more than him.” Sam chuckled, coming out of the bathroom looking damn good in his suit, his long hair brushed neat.

“Fuck off, a date with me is worth twice as much as you.” he shot Sam a glare. “Why are you so eager to go along with her, anyways? You could get stuck with Becky again, remember last time? It ended in an annulment.” Dean deadpanned.

“Ah, but it’ll be fun to see who she ends up with.” Sam smiled.

“Who who ends up with?” you asked. “Becky’s not up for auction, is she?”

“No.” Sam answered, squaring his shoulders, his hands going into his pockets. “But you are.”

“No. No I’m not-”

“I called her back. You’re up.”

Your face fell and Dean burst out laughing. “You’re dead.” you pointed at Sam. “Have fun with Becky.”

“Oh, no, come on.” Sam groaned and you shrugged like you honestly couldn’t care less if she got her hooks in.

“Should have thought that one through, Sammy. Next time, don’t tell her. Let her find out during the auction and blame it on someone else.”

“Fuck you too, Dean. I’ll put all my money on you and give you to her, too.” Sam couldn’t help but laugh at the face Dean shot you at that.

It was pretty swanky looking, for a fandom charity event. You knew Becky had said a black tie kinda deal, but you hadn’t expected it to be this nice in here. You especially didn’t expect to see a few minor celebrities mingling around. How damn far did Supernatural reach!?

You grabbed a glass off a tray as it went past while Dean stuffed another hors d’oeuvre in his mouth as he made his way towards you. “Anyone interesting?” you asked.

“One or two.” he spoke with his mouth full and shrugged before swallowing. “Where’s Sammy?”

You shrugged. “But it's almost time for the auctions. Maybe he’s already over there?”

“Maybe.” Dean muttered, taking the glass from your hand and downing it despite the shocked look you gave him.

“Rude.”

As someone started approaching the stage, Dean motioned over towards it. “Come on, I’ve got money to make. Bet I feed more kids than you.” he grinned.

“Dream on, old man.” you nudged him as you fell in step with him, heading for the stage.

You and Dean were chatting and laughing as you made your way over and the host of the auction warmed up the crowd. You glanced around for Sam and found him off to your right, getting chatted up by Becky. He gave you a pleading look and you just responded with a shrug. “First up, we’ve got- Dean Winchester!” Dean cursed as he started towards the stage stairs, disappearing into the crowd before popping back into view as he made his way up. “Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is his real name. Word is, he is the subject that inspired the Dean Winchester we all know and love in the books!” Murmurs sound all around as Dean shot out his signature cocky grin and a wink. “Shall we start the bid at 100 dollars?”

You raised your hand, just getting it started, smiling at Dean as he shot you a wink.

“Okay, we have 100-”

“200!” someone behind you called out.

“250!” you glanced to the guy to your left, and when you looked back at Dean, Dean just shrugged and nodded. He wasn’t opposed to it, and that made you chuckle.

“We’ve got 250. Can I get 275?”

“275!” someone else called out.

A few more bids were called out, and then finally. “Sold! For the winning bid of 435$.” Dean sent a wink off towards the winning lady before making his way over to you.

“Like to see either of you beat that.” He huffed proudly, crossing his arms as he stopped next to you.

“Next up, we have Sam Winchester! Can we get Sam up here?” A moment later Sam made his way onto the stage, giving a shy wave. “Hey, Sam.”

“Hey.” he chuckled shyly.

“Okay, do we have-”

“250!” Becky called out instantly, hand shooting up.

“Okay, we’re starting with 250, do I hear-”

“350.” You called out.

“400!” Becky yelled.

“450” someone else called out and Dean’s face dropped.

“550!” Becky shot a glare across the room to the other person bidding. A few other bids came in before Becky yelled “700!”

“850!” your hand shot up and Sam looked relieved, Dean looked pissed. People around the room started murmuring.

“9-”

You cut Becky off with “950.”

Becky was fuming. You were positive if she had been a cartoon character you’d see steam rolling out of her ears and nose. “1200.” she growled out, her stare never leaving you as she dared you to one up her again.

You only broke eye contact to glance at Dean. “Everything?” Dean just rolled his eyes but nodded. “1300” you called out and everyone gasped and murmured.

“1500.” she responded, everyone looking between you and her.

You stared at her, watching her for a minute before you sighed and shrugged. “I’m out.”

“1500 going once! Twice? Sold!” You gave Sam an apologetic smile, but he just gave you an understanding smile back while Becky rushed the stage to get her hands on Sam.

“Bullshit.” Dean grumbled. “It doesn’t count.”

“Why?” you laughed at Dean being such a sore loser.

“Because his damn stalker and you drove up the price, it doesn’t fucking count. He’s out.” he practically pouted as the next guy was announced on the stage and actioning started. He didn’t say another word until this auction ended at 280. “See? Sammy was a damn fluke, this is between you and me, and I’m gonna win.”

“Okay there, sailor. We’ll see.” you pat him on the shoulder as you crossed in front of him and started away.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Need to freshen up.” you waved over your shoulder before disappearing into the crowd. “Excuse me, do you have a pair of scissors I can borrow?” you asked a bartender.

When your name was called, you made your way to the stage. Your long dress had a new slit to it to show a little leg, and yeah, maybe the neckline was slightly different. Thankfully, there had been a little sewing kit in the coat check for wardrobe emergencies and you had a bit of time to do some quick sewing. Everything was back to perfect by the time your heels hit that stage and all eyes were on you.

“Shall we start at 100?”

Dean’s hand shot up, his eyes locked on you. You gave him a small smile, a quiet thank you. He was just returning the favor, starting off the auctioning like you’d done for him. Your eyes scanned over the crowd as more people called out their bids, so you missed it. You missed how his eyes scanned over you.

“400!” came Sam, who got a glare and a smack on his chest from Becky.

Dean’s eyes shot across the room to his brother who was now probably explaining himself to her as she clung tighter to his arm. More bids were shot out, and before he knew it, you were beyond the money the three of you had brought. Dean just watched as you shifted how you stood, a touch of thigh poking out, a shy smile on your lips, and the guy next to him practically jumped on the spot before yelling out “2 grand!” Dean almost choked on the shock.

“Going once! Going twice! Sold for 2400.” the host pointed to the guy beside Dean. He hadn’t even heard the other bids making the number go higher, but he couldn’t believe it.

He’d lost.

“So what’s the excuse for that?” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder and pulling him out of his thoughts. “I didn’t have a stalker to drive up the price.”

“M’lady.” A man joined you and Dean, taking your hand and giving a slight bow. You recognized him from somewhere, but you couldn’t figure it out. “I look forward to our date.” he smiled, kissing the top of your hand before venturing off again.

“No, but you cheated in your own way.” Dean grumbled.

“You never said I couldn’t show skin, Dean.” you smirked at him. “You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first.”

You were smiling when you walked in sometime around almost 10 pm Saturday night. You weren’t paying much attention to what was going on around you until after the door shut and you looked up to see a person in the room and it made you jump. “Jesus fuck, Dean! You scared the shit out of me.” your hand was to your chest as you let out a shaky breath. “Didn’t expect you back so early.”

“Why are you back so early? Bad date?”

“No, actually, it- uh..” you smiled softly again with a soft chuckle. “It was pretty nice.”

“Oh, yeah?” Dean was watching you from where he sat with his back against the headboard with his arms crossed against his chest, the old tube TV showing some horror movie across the room.

You sat at the foot of the other bed and nodded. ���Took me to this nice-ish place. Not 5 star, obviously, not in this town.” you laughed. “But nice. Chef came out and everything. A real chef, Dean. Not some grumpy cook in the back with a fryer, but an actual chef.” He watched how your face lit up at that. “Apparently, the dude was a bit of an actor? He did a few made for tv movies back in the day before he settled here doing the news.”

“Real hotshot, huh.” Dean mumbled, eyes lingering on you before shifting back to the tv. “Better have been nice to you.”

“He was.” you shifted so you could turn and look at him, the poise you’d been holding yourself with all night falling away now that you were in the comfort of your own space and around Dean. “He-” you froze looking at Dean for a second, his eyes were red and puffy and he looked miserable. Jumping up from your spot, you kneeled on the bed next to him, turning his face to look up at you. “What happened!? She seemed nice enough when I talked to her last night at the event, what the hell did she do to you?”

Dean could see anger and protectiveness in your eyes, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “She hurt me real bad.”

“What!? How!?”

“She was a crazy cat lady.”

You stared at him for a minute before sucking your teeth and giving him a shove, making him laugh again. “I thought you’d been crying, asshole.”

“I was! Do you know how allergic I am!?” you rolled your eyes at him and sat back down. “Girl has like eight goddamn cats! Who needs that many cats!? She was covered in hair!”

“So your date didn’t go as planned, huh?” you teased.

“I couldn’t breath.”

“So you’ve been home for a while?” your eyes were on the tv.

“Mhm.” he hummed. “She was nice, though. Super apologetic for the allergic reaction. I told her we could do a skype date or something some other time. Ya know, watch a movie together or something, so she’s not getting ripped off.”

“That’s good, at least. Maybe you’ve got a new friend.” you nudged him.

“Yeah, maybe. As much as a hunter can have a normal friend.”

“Sammy not back yet?”

Dean's lips curved into a smile when you glanced over at him. “No. And haven’t heard anything from him since he met up with her.”

“Should we be worried?” your smile matched his.

“Maybe tomorrow.” he shrugged, then glanced over at you. “So it was a good date, huh? You seeing him again?”

“I dunno.” Dean watched as you looked down at your hands on your lap. “He was nice and all..”

“But?”

You chewed your bottom lip for a moment before “You hungry?” you looked at him, changing the subject. “You said your date was cut short, did you eat?” Dean shook his head. “Let me change.” you made your way off the bed. “I’ll be back in a few.”

“What? But you ate… you said-”

“It was a date, Dean. At a swanky place and I’m a lady. I barely ate.” you chuckled. “I’d kill for a burger.”

“Burgers it is.” Dean watched as you smiled at him and headed out for your room next to theirs to change.

“Mmmm. So good.” you moaned around the bite of burger, making Dean chuckle next to you. You both sat in the Impala in a burger joints parking lot, eating in the comfort and semi privacy the car offered.

“Better than your.. 3 star dinner?” he guessed.

“Much.” you said before swallowing, making Dean smile and take a bite of his own. “Right?” you asked as he let out a moan of his own. “Why isn’t this place everywhere!”

“I dunno, but it should be.” Dean swallowed before he took another bite. You reached for your drink, taking a few sips from the straw before putting it back into the drink tray and going for another bite. He waited until you were about half way done your burger, putting a few fries into your mouth, before he finally asked what he’d been dying to ask for a while. “So, this out of work actor of yours-”

“He has a job, Dean.” you chuckled, glancing over at him. “You jealous?”

“But it’s not acting.” he pointed out. “Why don’t you want to see him again?”

“Who says I don’t?”

“You did. Not in words, but I wasn’t born yesterday, sweetheart. I know that look. That's the ‘thanks for a good time, but you ain’t gonna see me again’ look. I know that look, hell, I invented it.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes at him before looking out the window and eating another fry. “He's nice.” you muttered and swallowed. “And cute.. Okay, a little more than cute, but..” you shrugged. “He’s too normal. His life is too normal. It can’t work.”

“Maybe that’s exactly why you should give it a try. You deserve a good man in your life. Or woman, you know, whatever you want.” he was quick to add, making you smile.

“Maybe I don’t want that.”

“Sweetheart, everyone wants that. The apple pie life is what America was built on.”

You shook your head. “Maybe I just want someone who gets me. Someone I don’t have to try so hard for. Who doesn’t expect prim and proper and swanky places. Maybe I just want burgers in a car and old rock and roll. Maybe I want a guy like that.” Dean was staring at you when you glanced over at him. “Is that so much to ask for?”

“No.” his voice was low as he watched you, studying you as if trying to figure out if you were saying what he thought you were saying. “No, it’s not..”

“Then maybe one day I’ll find that.” you took a bite of your burger, eyes still on him.

“Maybe..”

Dean watched you chew your food, his eyes going from yours to your lips and back again. The second he saw you swallow, he surged forward, his lips pressing to yours. You melted against him, kissing him back as his hand came up to cup your face before the kiss broke and the two of you stared into each other's eyes.

“I wanted to win that date with you.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“It got away from me and I didn’t have enough.”

“You’re Dean fucking Winchester. You would have figured it out.” You smiled. “Besides, I like this better.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you inched closer so your lips brushed his again, and opened your mouth for him. His tongue moved in and you giggled, making him pull back. “Extra pickles and sauce. I can taste them. It tastes good.”

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 141

141

Keith was tucked up in bed, saline IV drip in his arm. Lance had been jerking them off when Keith threw up across him. Orgasm, puke, panicked Keith. Moment ruined. Getting Keith up, showered, the bedding stripped and changed, his boyfriend was finally asleep. So much for coming back with a level head... Matt wasn’t Keith sitting ever again. Still, he was kind of cute when he was sleeping and sprouting nonsense. It wasn’t even funny nonsense. Their twins had been upgraded to cupcakes... so that was kind of funny, but Keith obviously not his limits both alcohol wise and mentally.

Heading into the living room, Rieva was back. He really wished they use the front door rather than balcony hoping

“How’s yours?”

“Had to put an IV line. Yours?”

“Tequila hit and he’d acquainting himself with the toilet”

“Did Matt say much?”

“Only that Keith was pretty much babbling by the third shot and obliterated by the 5th shot...”

“Surprised he made it that long... Am I... I did this, didn’t I?”

“Matt did. He wasn’t supposed to take Keith drinking while Keith was upset”

“Keith was upset because of me”

They’d got a lot done with Keith and Matt gone. He’d drafted his will, two copies, one in case Keith didn’t come back, which was now shredded, the other Rieva acted as his witness for. He didn’t have much, but if something happened he wanted Keith and the twins to be provided for. Everything but the coffee machine left to his boyfriend, which went to Pidge as a joke. Keith would decide how to split his assets and if there was something in particular their two best friends wanted Lance was confident Keith would let them take it. Shiro and Curtis to raise their twins if something happened. He hadn’t told Keith, because Keith didn’t want to think about things going wrong. He had a copy of his mother’s will, she’d tried to leave him things but he knew his siblings would contest it. The one thing he knew Luis would want would be Mami’s wedding and engagement ring set, to pass on. He’d slipped it off her finger before they flew back to America, then slid it back on at the service. Even if Luis wanted it, it was where it belonged. Where their Papi had slid it into place all those decades ago.

“Keith was upset because you’ve barely had time to talk about anything properly. Matt did mention you may wish to avoid the hotel lounge. Keith got a bit vocal about your sex life”

Lance groaned. Drunk Keith was a slut. Matt should have known better

“He’s lucky he doesn’t have alcohol poisoning... He’s also lucky Coran sent me back with extra medical supplies. Grab an IV bag if Matt needs one”

Rieva shrugged a shoulder

“He can suffer. I expected more maturity”

“I don’t know... Pidge turns to alcohol to solve all her problems”

“Yes, well. I only popped over to see how you were handling Keith. I can smell vomit in the air”

“Puked all over me. Gotta admit, as gross as it was, it was nice to not be the one throwing up all the time”

Not that Lance wanted to see Keith throwing up. He was pissed at Matt for letting Keith get into this state. Rieva was lucky he could see her and only smell Matt. His ego wanted to punch their friend in the face. Rieva screwed her nose up at his words

“At least mine made it to the bathroom. My plans for a swim are cancelled. Shall I pick you up something for dinner?”

“Yeah. That’d actually be great. Keith’s going to need food to soak up all the alcohol in his system. He still smells like a walking tequila bottle”

“He’ll be feeling it tomorrow. Alright, I’ll pop back soon. You should try rest too. You’re looking a little washed out”

“Try washing Keith when he’s crying, apologising, and groping me all at the same time”

“Nope. That’s a hard pass. I really am sorry for Matt’s actions”

“It’s fine. I totally owe you for today, so I’ll call it even”

“On the plus side, Coran’s fitting the drinks bill...”

He didn’t see that as a plus side. He’d have to pay something towards the room tab before they checked out. The rooms were something like $350 a night and he’d already been there twoish months... or was it three? He didn’t quite know where Keith got three months from. Maybe drunk Keith would tell him?

“... anyway, I’ll see you soon!”

Rieva was back out the window and across the next balcony before Lance could sigh. They were going to get busted for it. All it’d take was someone looking up and opening their big mouths over it. Just another reason why supernaturals shouldn’t be mixing with humans.

Heading back to Keith, his boyfriend was still in the same position Lance had left him in. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he placed his hand on Keith’s hair, letting the soft locks flop over his fingers. He didn’t know what Keith was thinking. Him taking the bite? What kind of crap was that? Keith would probably die before turning. If he turned, he’d have none of the benefits that came with turning young. He was trying to sign up for a life he knew wasn’t as glamorous as Hollywood made believe. He wasn’t going to take Keith’s warmth from him. He wasn’t going to curse him to their weird life. He loved his breathing happy human boyfriend. The feel of his strong heartbeat. The softness of Keith’s warmth as if cocooned around him. His scent. His smile. His ability to function without coffee. Humans were fragile, but he wouldn’t let Keith take the bite. One lifetime with Human Keith was as good as a million with vampire Keith who risked insanity and the troubles of ego. The constant risk of blood borne infection. Their egos might not even get along. Keith’s might outright reject the parts of him he’d liked as a human, and Lance might never recover from the guilt he knew would come if he turned him.

Stroking Keith’s hair, he wished they’d stay like this. Together. He shouldn’t have kept things from Keith, but Keith severely miscalculated how low Lance was. He’d barely started recovering when Mami passed. Yeah, he knew Keith hadn’t had a fun time, but... yeah. He’d fucked things up. The pat on the head and the reassurance he craved came from Rieva. She’d gone to get herself a glass of water from the kitchenette, seeing all the injections and stuff Coran had him taking on top of fresh blood, that he now definitely assumed had been cut off thanks to Keith coming, though feeding from Keith was dangerous. A full feed would leave him weak, his body not able to keep up with his desires to feed Lance as much as he needed. He supposed vampires would simply call in pets to entertain other breeders, that wasn’t what he wanted at all. Love was worth more than blood. Could a human not love a vampire? Or was Keith struggling with the idea of mortality?

Then there was what he’d said. Marriage. Um. Lance wasn’t in a rush. He didn’t feel he had to be married to be with Keith. It went against his romantic heart, but he also didn’t want an engagement ring out of duty. Things like marriage should wait. They hadn’t been together a year, rushing to sign up for the rest of their lives without ironing out the teething problems asked for trouble. Werewolves were different with their concept of marriage. Vampires different again. Vampires generally didn’t marry humans. Humans were generally only ever pets. Keith was not his pet. Did Keith not see them as partners? Did he really see Lance as out of reach permanently if he didn’t take the bite? He hated the thought. The thought he’d drifted so far away from being human in his boyfriend’s eyes. Why couldn’t what they’d had and would have be enough?

*

Falling asleep against Keith, Rieva woke him gently. Matt hanging back, looking like shit

“I’ve brought dinner up if you’d like to join us”

It was food time already? His nap schedule ruined, and his body making it’s dislike known. He’d barely had anything to drink either. One day back with Keith and he acting like a kid

“Yeah... smells good”

“Chicken and rice. Extra for Keith”

“Thanks. I’ll give you the money...”

“We already decided we’re even. I know I told you to nap, yet, I can’t say you seem too rested”

“I got too caught up in taking care of him that I might have forgotten to eat”

Rieva took him by the arm, pulling Lance off Keith who whined in his sleep, patting around for him. Leaning back, Lance kissed Keith’s cheek, his boyfriend’s breath hideous, but trying to brush Keith’s teeth didn’t exactly work when his boyfriend wanted to suck on the toothbrush

“Babe, you awake?”

“Ngggh...”

Nope. He needed sleep. The more sleep the better. He was going to be hung over as fuck

“You just sleep. I’ll be back soon”

“Unmg”

“I know. You regret your life choices. It’s okay, just sleep it off”

“Mhndssf”

“I love you, too”

The three of them left Keith sleeping, Matt throwing himself down on the sofa with such force Lance was worried it was about to break

“I’m amazed you speak drunken Keith. He stopped making sense to me”

Lance shook his head

“Thanks for that. I don’t, and I don’t appreciate you getting him drunk”

“Trust me, dude. No more tequila for him. no mas tequila”

Matt’s Spanish was like nails on a chalk board, making him cringe. He’d even thrown in a very bad Spanish accent trying to sell the three words

“Did he try hitting on you? He’s a slut when he’s drunk”

“No. That would have been easier to deal with. It was all “I love Lance!”. “Lance likes it when I hold hips down and fuck him!”. “Lance is perfection!”. “Lance is life!”. I want my cupcakes!””

Lance groaned. He’d never be able to face any of the hotel staff again

“You shouldn’t have taken him drinking...”

“I know! He just seemed like he needed to let loose”

There was any number of things Matt could have taken Keith off and done...

“Then take him for Karaoke. Give him like two shots and he’ll get up there... Do you have any idea what he’s been saying?”

“That he’s serious about being with you?”

“That the wants to be bitten”

“Ah. He’ll get over that”

Matt waved it off dismissively

“That doesn’t seem like something he’ll just get over, Matt”

Not when Keith had this idea of forever being unnaturally long

“He had something like 8 shots. He won’t remember”

“That’s beside the point because I remember. Couldn’t you have picked something else to talk about?”

“Trust me, I tried”

Rieva interrupted the pair of them

“Aaaaaanyway, Lance, you need to eat. One full blood bag and your food”

“I will”

“You’ll do it now or you’ll forget”

“I don’t forget. It’d be so much easier if I did”

“I don’t care for your excuses, eat, now”

He wasn’t trying to make excuses. He’d come out to eat with his... pack. He was just trying to learn about what Keith had said while drunk. Not putting off eating. This was why he had a hard time accepting the help of his friends because, despite wanting the best for him, he now felt slightly smothered.

Thanks to the feeling of being smothered, Lance was distant through dinner. Before he knew what happened he found his plate emptied. Matt and Rieva also having finished eating, with Matt looking too well after the greasy chicken

“If you’re going to puke, please try to make it to the bathroom”

The scent of Keith’s vomit was bad enough. He didn’t need Matt puking, he was liable to start vomiting at any moment as it was. The chicken looked good, tasted good, but the amount of oil coupled with the scent was definitely not good.

Matt nodded, chicken bone still his mouth

“I think I’m going to eat and run before you start sucking down that blood”

“Matthew!”

Matt shrugged

“He said to go if I’m feeling sick, I’m feeling sick, take care of meeee”

Eh. Close enough. He had Keith to nurse as it was

“I’m sorry, Lance. Matt’s banned from drinking until we get home”

Good luck with that one. Matt not drinking was like Keith not having coffee. If he wanted to drink, he would. That was just how Matt was

“What? Babe. Nooooo”

“You should have thought about that before you ruined our plans. You reap what you sow”

“Lance, please tell me we’re on the first plane out of here tomorrow”

He got it. He was interrupting their lives. Yep. He knew it. Rieva and Matt should be back in America. He’d lasted long enough on his own. He could manage

“You guys can go if you really want to, but I want to spend some more time here”

Rieva elbowed Matt

“Lance, we’re not leaving until you are ready”

Open wound. Pour in salt. Bam. Same feeling as what he felt at Rieva mothering him

“I’ll think about it some more. Thanks for the help earlier. It felt good to get things organised”

“You’re very welcome. Don’t stay up too late”

That meant no walk along the beach alone at night. Too bad for Rieva that he was going to. Lance supposed it was a bit weird, but to him it was like a treat for making it through the day. He could walk the beach, swim if he felt like it, breathe in the salt air and just let go

“Alright. Off you both go. I’ll take care of the clean up”

He’d said alright. Not that he’d promised to. It’d been far too long since he’d been swimming and he’d always loved the water. Going home meant returning to dry inland heat and not a pool in sight. Why couldn’t people just trust him to make the choices that made him happy and his head less busy? No one bothered him. He bothered no one. He always dressed warmly enough... He’d wake Keith up and let him know before he went. No one could be mad at him for that. This was why he’d been keeping so much to himself. Because he knew his mental health was being a little shit and his ego a flaring arsehole. He’d asked for time, not for love to be shoved down his throat at the first possible instance until it choked him.

[ourownsideimagines]

How To Keep A Secret for Less Than 24 Hours (Crowley x Pregnant!Fem!Witch!Reader)

Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, fem!witch!reader

Requested: Yes 

Requested by: @fortune-fool02

Point of View: 

Summary: When (name) discovers she is pregnant with her partner, Crowley’s, child, she goes to Aziraphale for help.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, slight angst. Some cussing. Minimal editing.

Words: 1408

A/N: I keep doing witch readers lol. I almost didn’t finish this in time because I was trying to get my printer working to get more D&D sheets- Anyway, enjoy this, I promise it’s not an angsty ending. 

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(Name) had met Crowley in the mid 1600’s. It had been a more than awkward meeting, as she was being dragged by an angry mob towards her pyre while they all chanted “witch, witch!”. And Crowley had saved her, though he had yet to, after almost 350 years, tell her why. Even after 140 years of dating he had yet to tell her. It was one of the few secrets he kept from her.

Now, there weren’t many things that (name) didn’t tell her partner. She wasn’t a big fan of keeping secrets from him.

But this.

Oh, god, this.

How was she supposed to tell him this?

(Name) had been using the same ritual to keep herself alive and rejuvenated for years, and she’d realized rather quickly that it kept everything as equally alive and rejuvenated. Which is why, when Mother Nature was not one, but two weeks late to kick her ass, she was worried.

To her luck, Crowley hadn’t noticed. He also wasn’t aware that she had set up a doctors appointment, of which she went to alone, and very early in the morning.

Positive. The test came back positive.

She and Crowley had been so careful, hadn’t they? 

(Name) was beginning to panic.

Pregnant. She was pregnant. With Crowley’s child - oh god, how am I supposed to tell him, she thought to herself, sitting huddled on the bus bench waiting to be taken back home where she would ultimately have to tell her lover of the unplanned pregnancy.

Did he even want children? She had asked him about it almost a century ago, and back then the answer has been no. Was it still a no now? What would he do if it was?

An idea popped into her head, and she stood. (Name) walked to the light, and crossed the street.

There was only one person on the whole planet who knew her partner even better than she did. Hell, Aziraphale probably knew Crowley better than the demon knew himself. (Name) had known Aziraphale for a number of years, and would consider him one of her closest (and only) friends. She just hoped, she prayed, that he would be able to help her at least calm her nerves.

So (name) hopped on a bus that took her in the opposite direction of her and Crowley’s flat, and towards the bookshop.

Her mind was swamped with worry, and with doubt.  As soon as she arrived at the bookshop and barreled through the doors and into the back room, past the customers who turned their heads when they heard the aggressive-Aw ring of the bell.

“I’m sorry but you cannot be-“ Aziraphale stopped when he realized who had entered his back room. “(Name)? What’s wrong, my dear, you look upset - come on, sit down, I will be right back.” (Name) wordlessly did as she was told, slumping into Aziraphale’s couch as he went to the main part of the shop to usher people out. She could hear him telling them some family business had popped up, and felt her throat tighten.

When Aziraphale reemerged (name) was almost in tears.

“Oh, my dear, what seems to be the matter? Did Crowley do something?” (Name) shook her head furiously at that.

“No!” She said. “No, no, he’s done nothing.” Realizing that she was beginning to cry, (name) quickly began to wipe the tears away. “Aziraphale… I need help.”

“Whatever might be the matter? My dear, this is most irregular - not that I’m refusing assistance, but is it so bad you cannot seek your own partners help?”

“Aziraphale,” she took in a deep, shaky breath. “I went to the hospital this morning.”

“That’s never a good start.” Aziraphale lowered himself onto the couch beside her. “Why did you go?”

“I needed to be certain of something.” She told him, cursing herself internally. She needed to just come out and say it.

“Of what?” Here goes nothing.

“I’m pregnant.” Her words hung in the air, silence had overtaken the bookshop.

“Oh,” Aziraphale finally said. “Should I congratulate you?”

“No,” she shook her head. “No, I,” she stopped, wiping again at her eyes. “I came here because I… I’m scared.”

“Whatever for?”

“Because this wasn’t planned.” She all but snapped, turning her head to him. “Crowley and I haven’t talked about... kids in a century, and last we spoke he didn’t want any.”

“A lot can change in a century, (name).” Aziraphale said softly, taking your hand.

“I’m scared, Aziraphale.” She said again. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, do you want the child?”

“What?”

“Do you, (name), want the child?” She thought about it, but only for a moment, because she already knew the answer. It was her answer that had made her so scared of how Crowley might react.

“Yes,” she said. “Of course I want them.”

“Then tell him that.”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“(Name),” Aziraphale sighed. “It is your body. And if Crowley decides he doesn’t want to be a father, he cannot force you to… rid your body of the child.”

“Aziraphale…”

“I know this must be hard on you, my dear.” He gently brushed your cheek with his fingers. “But if you want to know my opinion, I don’t think Crowley would ever leave you. Not even for something like this. Crowley is truly, deeply in love with you and even if he’s scared, even if he’s not too keen on having children, I do not believe he would ever, even for a moment, contemplate abandoning either of you.” She nodded slowly, and then began shaking her head, laughing sadly.

“As much as I want this child,” She began. “I’m still so scared. I was raised in the 15th century, Aziraphale. How the hell do you raise a child in this day and age?”

“Well, I guess you just… figure it out as you go. Read a parenting book. Or something.” He clasped his hands together. “Besides. I don’t believe the child will be like all the other children - not that that is a bad thing.”

“Half-demon half-witch…” (name) murmured, wiping away what she hoped would be the last of her tears. “This should be interesting.” Aziraphale gave her a soft smile. “Thank you, Azi… I… I don’t think I’m so scared anymore.” You stood from the couch and Aziraphale followed. The two of you were so distracted you didn’t hear someone enter the shop.

“Are you going to tell him?” He asked.

“I don’t think this is something I should keep from him.” She murmured. Aziraphale gave a short nod, and opened his arms. (Name) stepped into the hug, letting out a sigh.

“Hey, Aziraphale, have you seen-” Crowley stopped talking as he entered the back room, having just taken off his sunglasses. His eyes met (name)’s and he seemed to relax. “Ah, I should have known!” He smiled widely. Then, jokingly, he continues, “Should I be worried about you stealing my girl, Aziraphale?” He said, and the Angel rolled his eyes. He then looked (name) in the eyes and there was a perfect understanding between the two. She nodded gently. “Something the two of you want to tell me?”

“Actually,” (Name) said, taking in a deep breath. “Just me.” (Name) walked to Crowley, and took his hands in her own. “Crowley, I have something very important to tell you.”

“Is everything alright, love?” He asked.

“Yeah, everything is… Everything’s okay.” She swallowed hard, her nerves coming back. “Now, Crowley, I understand if you become upset,”

“I’m really not liking where this is going.” He murmured, looking over your shoulder. Then he looked back to you, unblinking, and completely focused on you. Just like a band-aid, she reminded herself.

“Crowley,” She brought his hands up to her cheeks, a wave of calm passing over her from the contact, and she gently rubbed her backs of his hands. She closed her eyes. “I’m pregnant.” She felt dread in the silence, then heard Crowley sigh in relief.

“For someone’s sake, I thought you were leaving me.” (Name)’s eyes opened in surprise to find that Crowley had closed his own, tears rolling down his cheeks. She quickly brought him into a hug.

“You’re not mad?” She whispered.

“No,” He replied. “No, I’m not mad. God, I could never be mad.” Then, after a moment. “Holy shit, I’m going to be a father.” 

That was the moment (name) knew that everything would be okay.

[therollingstonys]

Last Stop Before Malibu

A very happy birthday to my best friend and co-mod, Tina!! Hope you enjoy love!! 

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Steve leans against the side of the building, watching as cars flow by, the stench of diesel heavy in the air and thick in the back of his throat. For many the travel day is ending as the sun fades, but for Steve, his day is just beginning. 

 He’s had a few customers already, nothing too fancy, just bathroom blow jobs and handies—nothing that will pay the bills though. He’s hungry and there’s not much left in his fridge, or his bank account, and the fifty bucks in his back pocket won’t do much to pay the rent at the shitty motel he calls home. 

 Shoving a hand under the rim of his ballcap he runs a hand through his sweat damp hair, nose wrinkling at the sensation—he could use a shower despite the short time he’s been out here. It’s August in the desert and that means sneakers melting on hot asphalt and two showers a day—not that he can afford to use that much water a day. 

 So he’s hot, and sweaty and maybe a little dehydrated, but he can’t waste his hard earned cash on a drink—not till he’s made at least two hundred bucks. 

 An eighteen wheeler rolls in and Steve looks up, brows lifting when a woman with red hair and curves for miles hops out. She gases up the rig and is joined a few moments later by a man with dark hair and the oddest looking prosthetic arm Steve’s ever seen—he didn’t know they came in metal. 

 The man eyes him hungrily when he strides past into the gas station and when he comes back a few minutes later he smirks at Steve on his way past. The couple stands by the rig, shooting him looks before they approach and it’s the woman who does the talking, head tilted at an angle as she studies him. 

 “How much for us both?” she asks softly, gaze trailing down his body. 

 “Two hundred.”

 It’s said fast, greedily—he’s had others ask for a threesome before and most don’t mind shelling out a little more, so he hopes that holds true for these two. They look well dressed and clean, a lot better than he’s dealt with in the past. 

 The woman nods and smirks, “Two hundred it is.” She glances around and her gaze lands on the nearby motel, “There,” she murmurs, jerking her chin toward it, “Get a room and we’ll meet you.”

 Steve nods and waits till they start to walk away to hurry over to the motel. He pushes the reception door open and is engulfed in cool air that smells like coolant from the machine vibrating under the window. 

 He smiles at Wanda and baby Peter, “Hey guys,” he says with a finger wave to the little boy, grinning when he laughs and claps happily. “Can I get a room?” he asks Wanda, sliding her a twenty when she hands over a key wordlessly. 

 She knows how he makes his money and doesn’t judge—her dead husband was the one who found her on the street, strung out and beat up by a bad john. He brought her home, gave her a new life and a baby and then died a month after Peter was born—heart attack. 

 Steve nods his thanks and waves goodbye to Peter, his laughter bright as the door swings shut behind him. Hot air engulfs him like a furnace and he shifts uncomfortably as the fabric of his shirt sticks to the small of his back. 

 He unlocks the room door and steps inside just as the eighteen wheeler pulls up. He makes eye contact with the couple and nods before closing the door, pulse skipping faster as he debates stripping and prepping himself. 

 Some clients like to do it themselves, others prefer it to be done already—and he’s not sure which these two will be. 

 The door swings open behind him and he turns, jeans half undone and hanging from his hips, to find the couple watching him hungrily. The woman saunters forward and circles him, slides a hand over his back and down to grab his ass and he shivers at the touch, pushes back into it a little.

His gaze is locked with the man’s, dark and hungry and watchful and it makes his gut clench with need. There’s a soft laugh from behind him and then a tongue swipes up the side of his neck, a hum of pleasure following it and then soft lips and softer words brush his ear.

 “Oh honey, we’re gonna have such a good time.”

 Steve emerges from the hotel room hours later, stiff, sore and tired. He shuffles down to his room and pushes inside, swaying with how exhausted he is. Stripping his sweaty clothes off takes more energy than it should and he almost cries when his shirt gets stuck on his ear for a minute and his hip bangs into the shitty Formica countertop of the bathroom sink, but then he’s free and naked and stumbling into the shower. 

 He stays in longer than he normally would, letting the water get fully hot instead of just the chilly blast he spends too little time under in the mornings. Leaning against the wall of the shower, he closes his eyes and lets the heat sink into his skin and ease away the aches.

 The woman—Natasha she’d called herself—and her partner James had used his body for hours before none of them could go anymore and his body feels every inch the used and wrung out thing it now is. 

 He’d lost count of how many times he came—the last two had left him sobbing, his cock raw feeling and his prostate so sensitive it hurt. He’s covered in hickies and scratches and his ass aches and it all feels so damn good that if he wasn’t half asleep and wrung dry, he’d be hard. 

 He stumbles out of the shower when the water turns cold and wipes a towel over his skin before flopping onto the bed, groaning as his aching body protests. The red numbers on his alarm read 12:53am and he stares at them till his lids droop and he sinks into dreamless slumber, drooling into his lumpy pillow. 

 A wad of cash lays on the bedside table, thick and smelling faintly of strawberry lube—$350–a night well spent and money hard earned.

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 Steve’s fridge is full, his phone paid up for another month and his room is paid up for two weeks and he still has ten dollars left over so he puts it in the safe he’d bought when he first landed here eight months ago and sighs when he sees the measly amount he’s managed to accrue in that time. 

 He has plans to go to Los Angeles and get an apartment and work on his art, but it never seems like he’s saved enough. Every month that passes brings a new expense—he still hasn’t managed to finish repairs on his motorcycle, and with every week that passes he’s not sure he’ll ever have enough to get it back to working order.

 He’s only earned two hundred dollars in the last three days—a slow week for him. He pays for yet another test at the local clinic to make sure he’s still clean and takes the PREP they give him—most clients are willing to use condoms but he’s been stealthed a few times and he’d rather deal with the side effects than have HIV. 

 He’s dusty and dirty, coated in grease and sweat as he works on his bike, cursing the wrench as it slips for the third time and his knuckles smack into the sharp edge of the carburetor. 

 “Shit! Fuck! Fucking piece of shit!” 

 He rises to his feet and sucks the blood from his knuckles, pulse thrumming as he restrained himself from kicking the damn thing over. 

 A low chuckle has him spinning to find a man more handsome than a movie star smiling at him, beard trimmed to perfection and eyes bright with amusement from behind tinted sunglasses. 

 “That’s a thing of beauty, what did she do to you?” 

 Steve huffs and laughs softly, shaking his head, “Damn bolt won’t loosen,” he says with a wave of his hand toward the bike. 

 The man nods and then grins, “Mind if I take a look?” he asks taking a half step forward. 

 Steve looks him over incredulously—his suit looks more expensive than all of Steve’s possessions and cash combined; “You’re gonna ruin your suit,” he points out, waving a hand at himself to make his point. 

 The man just shrugs and starts taking off his jacket, tosses it over the handlebars and goes to work on his crisp white sleeves. “I’ll buy another,” he says carelessly and then holds his hand out for the wrench dangling uselessly from Steve’s fingers.

 Steve hands it over and watches as the man crouches down and starts working the bolt loose by inches, sweet talking to it the whole time in a way that makes Steve’s blood heat in a way that has nothing to do with the sun pounding down on them. 

 There you go darling, loosen up for me, just like that. 

 Yea you just need a gentle touch, huh? 

 Ahhh that’s my good girl, let go for me 

 Steve turns away, flushed and thirsty, though the water he gulps down seems to do little to actually quench his thirst. 

 “There we go,” the man says and Steve turns to find him smiling brightly, a pleased look on his face as he holds out the bolt in question. His shirt and forearms are smeared with grease and Steve frowns—he’d warned the man. 

 “Uh, thanks,” he murmurs, reaching out so the man can drop it into his palm. 

 The man grins and waves a hand at the bike, “I haven’t seen a 76 Triumph since I was a kid,” he says excitedly, “Where did you find it?”

 Steve pockets the bolt and grabs the hem of his tank top, pulling it up to wipe the sweat and grease off his face as he replies, “It was my dad’s. He was a Vietnam vet,” he explains, straightening out his shirt and looking up at the other man in time to see a familiar look of lust pass over his face before it’s replaced with something polite and urbane. 

“Very nice,” the man murmurs with a nod, “well, I uh, I should let you get back to it,” he says, hesitating for a second before extending his hand to Steve, “Tony, and uh, thanks for letting me tinker with it.”

 Steve takes the proffered hand and is surprised by the calluses—this man seems more like the type to have manicured nails than work roughened palms. 

 “Uh yea sure, anytime,” Steve murmurs, smiling softly, some soft longing in his gut as the older man starts to walk away, jacket tucked over one arm. He doesn’t want him to leave, and before he can stop himself he steps forward and calls out. 

 “There’s a great diner about a mile away, has the best shakes and fries,” he blurts, “you wanna grab a bite?” 

 Tony stares at him for a long moment and then cracks a grin, “I could eat.”

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 They talk over burgers and fries and it’s around the time that Tony’s telling him a funny story about his best friend James that Steve realizes he hasn’t smiled and laughed this much in years. 

 He likes Tony, a lot more than he should, and more than that, he wants him. The way Tony’s hands move is distracting, enticing thoughts of them on his body and he flushes, trying to pull his attention back to what Tony’s saying. 

 When he does focus in he realizes that Tony’s smiling at him knowingly, twirling a fry in his fingers. 

 “So, I hate to be presumptuous, but if I offered to take you back to my hotel to spend the night, would that be more or less expensive than this meal?”

 Steve flushes and ducks his chin; there’s something about Tony that makes him weak and hot, desperate feeling. “It uh, it wouldn’t cost anything,” he murmurs, looking up at Tony through his lashes. 

 Tony’s brows rise for a moment before he smirks and shuffles out of the booth and pulls his wallet out, throws a handful of bills on the table and then cocks his head, “You coming sweetheart?” he asks. 

 Steve scrambles to his feet without hesitation, limbs feeling gawky and too large for the space they occupy. He follows Tony out to the flashy Audi he’d drove them here in and slides into the seat, pulse fluttering as Tony winks at him and revs the engine before pulling out. 

 They whip through the night till the town appears on the horizon and then minutes later screech into the parking lot below the building, the cheap fluorescent lights making his skin look golden as they pass beneath them. 

 It’s quiet on the elevator ride up, tense and heavy with expectation, want building between them like an electric charge. Tony’s hand weighs heavy at the small of his back, guiding him toward the oncoming door. 

 When it shuts behind them Tony presses him up against the door in a move that leaves his head spinning and guy clenching with need. Dark eyes stare up at him, smiling and hungry, the hand at the base of his throat pinning him in place. 

 “You know what safewords are?” he demands of Steve, fingers pressing into the skin of his throat, lips curving upward. Steve nods breathlessly, breaths harsh and excited between them, the heat of Tony’s hand searing into him. 

 “Good, tell me yours then get undressed,” Tony commands and steps back, dark eyes glinting. 

 “Shield,” Steve gasps, hands shaking as he works the buttons of his shirt open, heart pounding beneath his ribs as Tony walks to the bar and pours himself a drink, gaze never leaving Steve. 

 It’s a heavy thing, Tony’s gaze, like a warm, heavy blanket and he shivers under it, shoving his worn jeans down after kicking off his boots. He’s naked, exposed, and Tony’s smirking as he moves to sit on the couch, legs spread wide and an arm thrown over the back of the couch.

 He’s the picture of indolent pleasure, gaze hooded as he beckons Steve over with a lazy wave of his wrist. It feels like there’s a tug beneath his ribs, a lure pulling him closer, connected to the hand that Tony holds out to him. 

 He’s aware of every inch of his body from the cool marble beneath his bare feet to the hot heavy weight of his cock between his legs, the hot pool of arousal in his gut making him twitchy and desperate for touch. 

 He pauses between Tony’s legs and swallows hard, fighting the urge to squirm as Tony sips his scotch and smirks up at him. “My my aren’t you a big boy,” he teases, lifting a brow and giving Steve’s cock a pointed look. 

 Steve flushes a deeper shade of crimson and ducks his head, shoulders bowing forward as Tony chuckles. “You look so pretty like that darling,” he murmurs, “but why don’t you come here,” he says, motioning toward his lap. 

 Steve hesitates for a moment and then moves to straddle Tony’s lap, gasping softly when his cock drags over the silk, hips rocking forward into the sensation. Tony’s free hand falls to his hip and steadies him, grinning when Steve whines at the loss of stimulation.

 “Now darling, be patient,” Tony murmurs with a soft tutting sound, “I want to play with your pretty cock, you just sit still and be quiet,” he orders. Steve swallows hard and nods, though he can’t hold back his gasp when Tony’s hand closes around his cock. 

 Tony hushes him again and strokes him just once before stopping to play with the head of his cock peeking out from his foreskin. Steve shudders and bites his lip, holding in his gasps as Tony strokes his thumb over the head of his cock, the pleasure like electric shocks, surging under his skin and up his spine. 

 Tony watches his face as he pulls back his foreskin slowly, thumb pressing into the tender skin just below the fat head of his cock, and Steve can’t help the gasp that rises from his chest, head falling back at the rush of pleasure in his veins. 

 It stops abruptly and Steve whines, head sloping back down to find Tony has stopped touching him in favor of sipping his scotch, a smirk playing around his lips. “Wh-why?” he gasps and Tony chuckles, sips his scotch. 

 “I told you to hush darling, if you can’t do that maybe we should stop,” Tony murmurs, rueful amusement in his voice. Steve shakes his head, desperation roaring through his veins, hips arching in search of pleasure. 

 Tony chuckles again and sets aside his scotch glass, condensation from the ice shining on the sides of it and then Steve’s gasping and arching as Tony runs a cool, wet finger down his cock. 

 It’s like ice against his too hot skin and he gasps, shuddering at the sensation. Tony hums softly and does it again, gathers more wetness and trails it over Steve’s cock, watching him writhe with dark hungry eyes. 

 Steve’s never experienced anything like it; the cool pearls of water drag over his skin, teasing against his heated skin, Tony’s fingers follow behind, scaldingly hot and he’s trapped between wanting to get away from it and wanting more. 

 He’s not sure how long it continues, all he knows is that it burns and aches, and every time he whines or cries out Tony stops and waits till he’s under control once more to start touching him again.

 He’s slick with sweat and harder than he’s ever been before and Tony, Tony is hard in his slacks and watching him eagerly, but makes no move to let him come or touch him further. 

 Tears blur his vision and he’s panting, chest aching when Tony smirks and pushes him away, off his lap and down onto his knees. 

 “Stay,” he orders, pausing to smirk at Steve before striding away. Steve listens to him move about in the other room, cock throbbing and aching with every breath he takes. 

 Tony’s back a moment later with no shirt on, torso bare, trousers riding low on his hips and a bottle of lube in one hand. He motions for Steve to rise and sits back down, “C’mere,” he orders, motioning once more to his lap. 

 Steve can barely contain the eager noise he makes as he crawls back into Tony’s lap, shaking with the need to be touched. Tony chuckles and wraps a hand around the nape of his neck, “Kissing ok?” he murmurs, pulling Steve down till all that separates their lips is a breath.

 He nods eagerly and gasps when Tony closes the distance, kisses him so thoroughly it seems to steal the air from his lungs. He’s dizzy when Tony pulls back, panting as the other man grabs the bottle of lube and slicks his fingers. 

 The cold touch at his hole makes him shiver and gasp, the sound sharpening into a keen as one finger slides in easily. Tony watches him as he fingers him slowly, slicking the way before he comes back with a second finger and slides it in alongside the first. 

 Steve keens and gasps as Tony scissors his fingers, opening him up in slow, aching movements. “That’s it sweetheart, open up for me,” Tony murmurs softly, eyes bright and avid on his face. 

 He finds Steve’s prostate with unerring accuracy and focuses on it, stroking it relentlessly as Steve whines and arches, cock twitching against his belly, leaking pre cum heavily. 

 “That’s it sweetie, look how nice your cock leaks for me baby,” Tony croons, pressing harder on Steve’s prostate till he’s all but sobbing and can feel the pleasure in his gut growing like a burning ember given oxygen. 

 Tony is relentless, crooning praise in his ear as his fingers move within Steve with slick movements that drive him slowly crazy. He sobs, the desperation within him to come building to a frenzy, his cock twitching and leaking as it grows relentlessly within him. 

 “There you go baby, lets make you come from that pretty ass,” Tony croons, his stroking growing harder, faster. Steve sobs and arches, the pleasure growing into an inferno in his gut. He wails, the pleasure crashing into him, hips grinding down into Tony’s fingers as he comes. 

 He sobs Tony’s name as he writhes, Tony’s fingers still moving inside him, the pleasure sharpening in his gut till it’s like a knife. Tony relents and slows, fingers stilling inside him as he pants and sobs, lashes wet with tears. 

 His heart thunders in his chest and he barely registers the hand on his face for a few minutes as he gasps, breath hitching in his chest. When he can manage opening his eyes he finds Tony staring at him in wonder, breathing unevenly, hand on his face gentle. 

 “You are so lovely,” Tony murmurs pulling him down for a kiss that robs him of his remaining breath. He tastes like scotch and heat and Steve sinks into it, buries his hands in Tony’s hair and hangs on as the older man grips his hips tight enough to bruise.

 When they break apart neither of them are steady; he can feel Tony’s fingers tremble against his ribs. They tighten and Tony smiles up at him, softer than before, “C’mon big guy, lets go to bed,” he urges, pushing and guiding till Steve’s on his feet, cock still hard between his legs as he’s led to the bedroom. 

 Tony pushes him back into the bed and he goes willingly, knees falling open, watching with hungry eyes as Tony stares at him, entranced for a moment before he shoves hastily at his trousers and briefs, shucking them off before crawling into the bed and hovering over him. 

 He kisses Steve greedily, moaning low in his throat, fingers twining through his hair, tugging till Steve moans and arches into him. Steve's panting when they part, moaning when his cock slides alongside Tony’s. 

 The older man grins and pulls back, leans over and grabs a condom from the bedside, pausing when Steve grabs his wrist. “I...you don’t have to use one,” he murmurs, averting his gaze when Tony looks at him, curious.

 “I think I do,” Tony replies, “unless you’ve got proof you’re clean?” he questions. 

 Steve nods and waves a hand towards the other room, “My phone, I have my test results for the last six months there,” he tells the other man. Tony stares at him for a moment before pulling away, striding into the other room, his ass tight and round, flexing as he goes.

 Steve sits up and contemplates his cock—he’s never come like that before, solely from his prostate, and the force of it had left him breathless and aching. Tony seems to know how to play his body, teasing out pleasures he’s never known before.

 “Heads up.”

 He looks up in time and lifts a hand to catch his cell phone, thumbing at the screen for a few moments before he turns it and shows Tony the test results. The older man studies it and then grabs it, flings it away and presses him into the mattress before he can protest the damage to his phone.

 Tony’s hands are firm behind his knees, pushing them up to his chest as he kisses him, desperate and hungry. Steve feels something at his hole and then gasps into Tony’s mouth as he pushes in, hole fluttering as Tony’s cock stretches him open. 

 It’s thick and hard and hot and he clings to Tony, gasping against his lips, dizzy as he’s taken slowly, Tony’s cock pressing into him, firm and unyielding against his soft insides. 

 It’s overwhelming, the thick length relentless, until finally Tony’s hips are flush against his and the older man is cursing and panting. Tony kisses him, inelegant and demanding, “Fuck, baby, you’re so good,” he pants, “so tight, fuck.”

 He starts rolling his hips, the drag of him over Steve’s prostate sending pleasure firing through his neurons, sparks lighting up in his brain as Tony fucks him. 

 “That’s it baby, so good,” Tony pants in his ear, “god you’re fucking perfect.”

 Tony sucks a mark beneath his jaw and then another and another, one of his hands sliding through the slick sweat on Steve’s chest to toy with his nipples. 

 Sharp pain shoots through him as Tony pinches and pulls on them, pleasure shuddering through him as Tony fucks him, cock slick and hot between them. 

 He’s unable to silence the cries that fall from between parted lips, bitten and swollen and slick from Tony’s kisses. Tony seems determined to make him scream, hands traveling over his body, teasing and torturing. 

 The cock inside him is relentless, driving deep with bruising thrusts that leave him aching and sobbing, begging for more. Tony fucks him harder, teeth closing on his throat as he wraps his fingers around Steve’s cock, stroking hard and fast.

 Steve shouts, spine pulled taut like a marionette as pleasure wraps around him, slicing into him like a razor wire embrace. 

 “That's it baby, come on my cock,” Tony growls in his ear, “god, you’re fuckin perfect,” he pants, thrusts growing wild and harsh. 

 Steve sobs, “Please, please,” he begs, writhing beneath Tony, more desperate to come than he’s ever been. 

 “Fuck wish I could stay inside you forever,” Tony says breathlessly, “so hot and tight.” Steve keens as Tony’s hand on his cock tightens, the ache enough to tip him over. 

 Cum falls in stripes across his chest as he screams and then chokes on the sound, body twitching as Tony pounds into him, hole spasming around his cock. 

 He barely registers Tony coming, hears his shout and then feels the heat of him as he spills deep inside Steve, hips pumping it deeper till finally the older man collapses onto him, breathing heavily.

 Steve floats for awhile, limbs tangled with Tony’s while the sweat on his skin cools. Eventually Tony stirs and kisses his throat, peels himself away and disappears through the door to the bathroom. 

 He’s back moments later with a warm damp cloth, wipes Steve down before tucking the sheets in around them and pulling them close together. Steve nuzzles into his throat and sighs happily, the warm rush of hormones in his veins making him soft and sweet. 

 Lips press to his temple and he smiles, falling asleep in gradients, shades of red behind his lids as he sinks deeper into the haze of sleep. 

 When he wakes the next morning it’s to an empty bed and a note on the bedside table. He picks it up and frowns at the check that slides out and into his lap. 

 His fingers feel numb as he picks it up and stares at the exorbitant amount of zeros on the paper. 

 Hands shaking, he picks up the note once more. 

 Steve, 

 I know you said it wouldn’t cost me anything, but I want you to have this anyway. Use it to get out of here if you want, fix that bike of yours, go see the world. 

 Maybe I’ll see you in Malibu sometime.

 Tony Stark 

 Steve sits for a very long time, a little numb, as his brain races. 

 He’d slept with Tony Stark. 

 Billionaire, playboy, philanthropist…

 And that man had just paid his way out of this shitty little town. 

 Tapping the check against his lips, Steve grins slowly.

 He’s always wanted to see Malibu. 

[peacefulrevivalteen]

The Pop Plan

Cooking bonus Event for Round 2! @taiyuu-high-oct @snoopdoggkun @fentonblububelli @shimo-content

         Ever since they returned from their second round of battles Ozen has in her free time tirelessly searched of ways to try and repay Popi or at least show her appreciation for saving her round for her.

         Ozen has always preferred personal gifts, the sentimental person that she is, to her it’s telling the other person “Hey look! I appreciate you enough to make you something!” She even still has the balloon animal Popi made her, back at her house.

         So now she finds herself looking over the list she has made of what Popi likes and starts to go down the list to find something feasible.

         “She really likes fashion.. so that’s immediately out, already made her a balloon animal for her birthday.. Cursed dolls, mhm yeah nope, rat toys seem to be useless if they are free range rats so that’s also out.” She spends the next half hour like this, “no” after “no” after “no”, she’s honestly losing hope when her eyes finally land on it.. Cake Pops

         While it may seem easy enough, Ozen has to get around Her. Who is she? The biggest thorn in her side that existed months before school even started, the head of support Sherif.

         They first got to know each other after Ozen got her acceptance letter to the school, proceeding to eagerly put in her request for her hero outfit. The weeks leading up to the start of school saw constant arguments over email. Ozen’s current outfit a mere shadow of what she had planned, whether it be “grotesquely expensive to make a suit out of platinum”, “unfeasible to secure that much depleted uranium we aren’t the military,” or any of the other excuses Sherif liked to throw around, it was safe to say they were not on good terms.

         This tumultuous relationship is what Ozen suspects to be the reason that the western themed hero accepted Ozen’s parent’s silly request of BANNING their daughter from any heat oriented cooking appliances.

Her mom’s still have not gotten over the incident a couple years ago. So what she took the cookie tray out of the oven with her bare hands, severely scalding them and requiring a visit to the hospital. We all make mistakes.

         Sherif made the conscious decision to rig up such an elaborate protection system simply to keep Ozen away from the damn stove. Whenever she gets too close, those blasted light disks of Sherif’s block her way. She once pushed her luck and managed to get closer just for a special alarm to go off that resulted in multiple disk lights blocking her in. She only got out after Sherif sauntered her smirking self over and released her.

         This is for Popi, her best friend so she has to try her best to succeed. If this was a couple weeks earlier she would have no clue about going about such a task, but a certain transfer student with an electricity quirk and a penchant for setting off fire alarms recently changed that, giving her the opening she needs.

         Ozen found out, after one of the increasingly common quirk discharge and subsequent fire alarm that the system that runs those solid light disks reminiscent of Sherif’s own quirk, shuts down. This is understandable of course, they wouldn’t want Ozen to be stuck inside with no way out during a fire. Also after timing a couple she found that after the fire alarm is finally shut off through staff intervention there is a thirty minute period when the system reboots and recalibrates.

         Ozen doesn’t want to get in trouble for purposely triggering a fire alarm so she opts instead to catch the next instance of the dorm fire alarm being “Zeke’d” All she can do is prepare at this point, physically practicing the steps, committing them to muscle memory.

         Ozen’s time to shine came not even a week later, up in her room doing homework the fire alarm blares, aggravated residents call out Zeke’s name in exasperation, but not Ozen, because she has some damn friendship pops to make.

         She can’t waste any time, there is only a little extra time for everything, if she was right next to the kitchen, but she’s in her room. Ozen swings her window open and launches herself out of it with purpose, landing totally unharmed with a “whump” in front of the dorm entrance.

         She rushes inside catching sight of a very aggravated gargoyle “Where is he! Where the hell is Zeke!?” She calls out. Sensitive hearing must suck for this, but one gargoyle’s plight, is another best friend’s cake pop.

         Rushing to the fridge, Ozen starts quickly grabbing the supplies she has stocked up for a day such as this, placing them on the central kitchen island.  Just to make sure she isn’t wasting her time Ozen slides a foot cautiously towards the stove and… no light, good, just as expected.

         Ozen starts by preheating the Oven to a nice 350 Fahrenheit before heading back to the island. She proceeded to pour her ingredients into the bowl, placing the new mixture into an electric mixer, adjusting the speeds accordingly.

         Once finely mixed she starts pouring the batter, just in time too, the oven beeps itself in glorious recognition of its pre heated state, just as the fire alarm winds down and shuts off. Only thirty more minutes, Ozen will be cutting it close but she continues unperturbed.          She manages to get the dish in the oven not soon after, which leads to the most dangerous part, Waiting. This is the most important step, she believes she managed to get it in, in time to have it fully cooked before the system comes online.

         She’s right, and around 25 minutes later her toothpicks start coming back clean meaning she won’t be cutting it close at all, she just has to chill them in the refrigerator after the crumbling for 30 minutes, roll them into balls, stick them lollipops and dip them in.. chocolate… Melted chocolate she was so focused on being banned from the stove she forgot she’s banned from ALL heat related kitchen appliances, including the microwave.

         Ozen begins to internally panic, the chilling is going to take way too long, what is she going to do? She frantically looks around catching the attention of a couple of students who find it odd she has been so fast paced today.

         Ozen’s gaze finally lands on one student in particular, one always clad in their iconic jacket no matter the weather. The student with a frost quirk, Hiyasu Shimokizu.

         Her back is turned and it seemed she was talking to… Them of course it had to be Tokachi and Gakusa. She takes in deep breath and reminds herself she is doing this for her best friend.

         She runs with vigor over to them, the bunny girl raising her brow as Ozen makes her way closer.

         “Um, can we help you Ozzie-chan?” the small girl asks

         Ozen doesn’t stop to chat, instead choosing to pick up Shimo under her arms, surprising the poor girl who only let out a surprised “Waa?!”

         “I must borrow her really quick, no time for conflict” Ozen lets out rapidly turning back towards the kitchen, the students in the common area stop what they are doing as they watch the stoic Ozen run off with Shimo like some old arcade villain, her surprised yelps traveling with her all the way up to Ozen plopping her down in the kitchen.

         The absolutely flushed Shimo turns to look at Ozen, only managing a look of confusion as she catches her breath.

         “Shimokizu-san I need your help, can you recreate what you did the other day with those popsicles, to these?” she says, motioning to the bowl of proto cake pop.

         Still without words Shimo just nods and shoos Ozen out of the kitchen, and once making sure it’s safe, begins to cool the bowl down, Ozen watching on in muted interest as the area immediately around Shimo takes on a frosty appearance.

         Once finished Shimo walks over and hands the chilled bowl to Ozen, flushing at the thank you Ozen provides in return, heading back to her original group while Ozen rushes over to the island to begin rolling.

         Ozen manages to fully roll all 18 cake pops, albeit some lumpier than others, proceeds to quickly toss the bowl of chocolate into the microwave for a set 20 seconds. As the hum of the microwave churns she turns her attention upwards to the main array, the system that controls the physical light disks starting to glow.

         Shit, I’m out of time Ozen thinks to herself, the microwave beeps behind her and she doesn’t have any time left, she can’t leave it to cool so she just grabs the bowl with both hands to take it out, the sizzling emanating from her hands tells her she probably shouldn’t be doing this but she ignores it as she sets the bowl safely down on the table.

         She did it! Ozen managed to make her cake pops! She gives herself a little mental pat on the back before going in to start the dipping, it’s at that moment she notices the pink on her hands. Turning them over for inspection she finds that… she burned her hands.

          “Well fuck” she curses to herself, beginning to notice how silent the room got.

         Looking up for the source of silence she finds her fellow students collectively staring at the same spot, Ozen turns to find what it could be the cause and once she does understands perfectly as she catches sight Sherif standing in the entryway, a deep glower directed straight at her.

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         “That’s funny” her best friend remarks, swinging her legs on the bench as she munches on homemade cake pops

         “Yeah, my moms are furious with me” Ozen replies, looking over her newly bandaged hands.

         They sat like that for a while, just listening to the sounds of the waves lapping at the shore, the sunset slowly sinking into the horizon. It was peaceful, Ozen cherished moments like these.

         Popi is the first one to break the silence.

         “These taste terrible” she states, continuing to gaze at the ocean, munching never slowing down

         Ozen just stares at her friend, the whole situation and awkwardness of the day starts to get at her and she bursts out into a fit of laughter.

         Managing to calm herself down, Ozen returns her gaze to the darkening Ocean. “Yeah, I’m a terrible baker” she lets out with a smile.

         Another couple of minutes pass by before Ozen reaches down into her bag. “I picked up some pops from the bakery after getting out of the clinic, want these instead?”

         “Oh god yes” Popi responds immediately, tossing the homemade pop into the trash.

         The sun is now fully gone but they stay a little while longer, enjoying the calmness of the ocean.

         Popi eventually plops her head to the side, leaning on Ozen. “Thank you” she lets out.

         Ozen responds in kind, plopping her head to the side too, coming to rest atop Popi’s head. “Of course, what are friends for?”

[tabloidtoc]

National Enquirer, December 14

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Cover: Prince William’s secret cancer crisis

Page 2: Chris Martin is caught between girlfriend Dakota Johnson and ex-wife Gwyneth Paltrow who are both hawking sex toys -- Gwyneth is accusing Dakota of copying her Goop brand and she’s letting Chris know it loud and clear -- Dakota signed on as co-creative director with the sexual wellness brand Maude to launch a line of hip sex products and Dakota’s gotten wind of Gwyn’s whining and thinks she’s being ridiculous -- Chris is proud of Dakota and he feels for Gwyneth but he really wants to be left out of this 

Page 3: Martha Stewart has whipped up a new recipe for romance which is red-hot dates with a string of men ordered up online and she may be 79 years old but she’s still cooking with gas in the dating department -- Martha’s getting more dates now than she ever has and she’s saying it makes her feel younger and hotter than ever but all the guys know the deal that there’s no pressure and no commitment and it’s just for the fun and the good company because Martha’s not looking for a relationship 

Page 4: Just weeks after Blake Shelton popped the question to longtime love Gwen Stefani they have something else to celebrate as Gwen is expecting a miracle baby at 51 -- after years of trying and failing to have a child together new photos show Gwen sporting what looks like a telltale baby bump -- after years of enduring grueling rounds of IVF treatment without any success Gwen had given up hope of being able to conceive again and she and Blake even looked into adopting but their baby dream has come true naturally 

* Reba McEntire’s romance with actor Rex Linn is less than a year old but she’s already driving him crazy -- it was wonderful for the first few months but Reba is so controlling Rex is begging her to give him some space -- Reba wants to be together 24/7 and while Rex loves being with her he’s starting to find her a bit suffocating -- Reba also sees red whenever Rex mentions his former fiancee Renee DeRese and she’s worried Rex is talking to his ex when he’s not around and he has a good relationship with his ex and believes that’s none of Reba’s business 

Page 5: Britney Spears lost her bid to have her father Jamie Spears removed from a controlling role in her conservatorship so she’s spending whatever money she can get her hands on to exact her revenge -- Britney is worth about $60 million and she gets a very healthy stipend from that so she’s going through it like water to thumb her nose at her dad and her recent no-holds-barred trip to Maui to celebrate her 39th birthday was more than a little payback because dropping $50,000 on a birthday trip to Hawaii was a satisfying slap in the face to her dad 

Page 6: Matthew McConaughey is taking his midlife crisis to an all-time high by planning to do a stand-up comedy tour -- after baring his soul in a memoir the 51-year-old star is totally gung-ho about the comedy thing and he’s cleared his schedule and hired a coach to work on his timing and punch up his jokes -- he’s written a lot of jokes and tried them out on his wife Camila and friends but they’re already tired of his cheesy one-liners and dad jokes and fart gags -- Camila wants to be supportive but she can’t fake it and friends wonder if Matthew’s lost the plot and others claim he might get more inspiration is he took up smoking weed again 

Page 7: Grieving Bobby Brown worries he’s cursed after the tragic death of his 28-year-old son Bobby Brown Jr. -- his son’s death follows the deaths of his ex-wife Whitney Houston in 2012 and the couple’s 22-year-old daughter Bobbi Kristina Brown in 2015 -- Bobby has suffered through so much pain in his life and it’s left him feeling like he’s cursed and he’s a loving father who always does the best he can and what’s right for his kids but there seems to be no escaping tragedy -- no foul play is expected in the death of Bobby Jr. but the coroner has yes to release the cause of death but Bobby Jr. seemed fit and healthy and had never been a drug user and was excited about a singing career after releasing his first single in September

* Donny Osmond is heading back to the Vegas strip to do a one-man show without his sister Marie Osmond and she’s fuming over the betrayal -- Marie is still smarting after getting dumped by The Talk and she thinks Donny could have been sensitive enough to at least invite her to join him -- Marie’s jealous co-stars on The Talk drove her off the daytime chat show because they couldn’t handle being overshadowed by her -- Donny will debut his new solo show at Harrah’s in August 

Page 8: Doting Dolly Parton swooped in to save goddaughter Miley Cyrus from a meltdown after Miley trashed her sobriety during a boozy bender -- Miley has been on the wagon for six months after years of indulging in weed and alcohol but the boredom of lockdown pushed her over the edge -- Dolly has been a source of inspiration and strength to Miley during this difficult time and she’s never lectured Miley about her lifestyle only shown her unconditional love and understanding and that’s what Miley’s responded to 

Page 9: Lady Gaga hopes to tango with Brad Pitt and they’re close to making a love connection -- the two have been in deep talks about working on a big-screen thriller and the conversations have turned up close and personal because the two have more in common than people realize -- Brad has always been a huge music nerd and Gaga wants to throw herself into movies in a big way after the success of A Star Is Born -- Gaga is ready to cash out of her latest relationship with businessman Michael Polansky because they quarantined together and things got a little too close for her tastes and she’s now set her sights on Brad who recently became unattached after giving the brush-off to German model Nicole Poturalski -- Gaga’s interest in Brad has not gone unreciprocated because Brad is fascinated by Gaga saying she’s cool and talented beyond words and he’s made it clear she’s his number one choice to star alongside him in next movie and as a result the new duo is set to spend months together in Japan filming the racy thriller Bullet Train and they both think that this will be a great opportunity to see if the chemistry they’ve shared in conversations is real 

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Julia Garner filmed her role as a phony heiress in Inventing Anna in NYC, Gary Busey picked up a copy of the National Enquirer at a Malibu newsstand, Jay-Z tossed around a football with pals during a Hawaiian getaway, Heidi Klum shot Germany’s Next Top Model in Berlin 

Page 11: In the latest tragedy to strike the Getty dynasty 52-year-old John Gilbert Getty was found dead in a Texas hotel room -- he was a descendant of J. Paul Getty the oil tycoon who was once the world’s richest man -- the Getty fortune is worth an estimated $5 billion but the family has been rocked by a string of tragedies 

* Gutsy Black Panther star Chadwick Boseman kept his colon cancer diagnosis secret from his own brothers Derrick L. Boseman who is a pastor in Murfreesboro in Tennessee -- but when Derrick called Chadwick to congratulate him on his career the actor broke the tragic news -- Chadwick’s last words to him still echo in his heart: Chadwick said, “I’m in the fourth quarter and I need you to get me out of the game,” which Derrick understood to mean it was time for him to go -- Chadwick died on August 28 

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- the scrawny look of the holiday tree at Rockefeller Center revealed something that happens every year -- the tree is always filled with faux branches because that’s the only way the tree can sustain 50,000 LED lights

* Marie Osmond hasn’t spoken to Sharon Osbourne since she left The Talk because Marie and Sharon were professional but never friends

* Scarlett Johansson is worth $165 million while her new husband Colin Jost tops out a $6 million but despite the difference Colin bought both wedding rings -- some men may be intimidated by a wife who’s rich and famous but not Colin and paying the bills is something the two have worked out together

* Woody Harrelson chats with police after a day filming The Man from Toronto in Ontario (picture) 

Page 13: Conan O’Brien is putting on a happy face on his retirement from late-night TV but he was forced out -- after nearly three decades hosting a daily show Conan announced he’s leaving his TBS talker for a weekly variety series on HBO Max but he knew he had to go even before he was asked because he was made aware months ago that his show would not be renewed because the ratings weren’t great and the network was looking to replace him so he started looking for other opportunities 

* Lizzo wailing about the pitfalls of fame in an emotional TikTok post has sent out the alarm among her friends who fear she is days away from a full-on meltdown -- she seems to be hanging by a thread and is trying to numb the pain with endless cycles of comfort eating and she already weighs 350 pounds -- Lizzo’s unhappy with her weight and hates the sight of herself when she looks in the mirror but she’s unable to stick to a diet and ends up binge eating through the night 

Page 14: Crime 

Page 15: Emboldened by his legal victories last year accused sexual abuser Kevin Spacey is denying all the allegations in a 2020 lawsuit in New York against him and demanding the case be brought to trial so he can clear his name -- Kevin is feeling pretty confident after two sexual harassment cases against him in Los Angeles and Massachusetts were dismissed last year and he wants his day in court to prove he is not the monster these charges paint him to be -- in the September suit two male accusers charged Spacey sexually assaulted them when they were 14 and the first accuser alleged Spacey assaulted him on multiple occasions after they met in an acting class in the ‘80s -- in the same suit actor Anthony Rapp charged Spacey invited him to a party at his home and grabbed his buttocks and lifted him onto a bed and lay on top of him

* Serial killer Ted Bundy relived the details of one of his horrific killings in his final conversation before he was fried in the electric chair in 1989 -- Bundy who was convicted of killing 30 women and suspected of doing the same to many more across four states in the 1970s and ‘80s spilled his guts to a psychologist just hours before his execution death and it can be heard in its frightening entirety on the Crimedoor app -- Bundy details the murder of Georgann Hawkins 

Page 16: Accused Jeffrey Epstein madam Ghislaine Maxwell is under quarantine in a federal pen after being exposed to a guard with COVID-19 and now sources fear she could die before facing justice on child sex trafficking charges next year 

Page 17: Prince William and Duchess Kate Middleton’s kids are devastated after their best friend Lupo the family dog passed away -- the beloved dog had become a fixture in family photos but sadly died at age nine leaving Prince Louis and Princess Charlotte and especially Prince George enormously upset -- for George especially this is a tremendous upset as Lupo was his best friend and he has been there his entire life and this is his first experience with loss and he’s been crying nonstop and asking where Lupo is now 

Page 18: American Life 

Page 19: Russia is using a brain-frying microwave weapon to target American envoys in the U.S. and around the world -- a team of doctors and scientists at CIA headquarters determined the mysterious illness that’s plagued embassy workers in recent years was the handiwork of a weapon that can send a mind-scrambling sonic beam through windows and walls from two miles away -- since 2018 the weapon has zapped 26 diplomats in Cuba who reported suffering from migraines and ringing in the ears and dizziness and vertigo -- Some has longer-term effects such as fatigue and loss of vision and difficulty sleeping symptoms dubbed the Havana Syndrome 

* Elon Musk is already designing posh planetary digs for residents of his future city on Mars and he said the first million Earthlings to arrive will live in glass domes -- Musk’s outer-space enterprise is still a little sketchy on details of how to ship a million people to Mars by 2050 and change the atmosphere by terraforming or planting the right stuff to create oxygen 

Page 21: American Pie singer Don McLean’s daughter has blasted him as a verbally abusive tyrant who left her with deep psychological scars -- Jackie McLean claimed her father insulted and degraded her and forbade her from following in his musical footsteps and even threatened to exclude her from his $50 million fortune if she spoke out against him -- despite her dad’s warning Jackie has embarked on a musical career with her husband Shawn Strack forming the group Roan Yellowthorpe

Page 22: Hey, Big Spender! Hollywood’s tippers and tightwads -- Jessica Simpson, Mick Jagger, Rachael Ray, Taylor Swift 

Page 23: Russell Crowe, Donnie Wahlberg, Jeremy Piven, Johnny Depp, Bill Cosby 

Page 25: Justin Bieber is questioning his future in the scandal-scarred Hillsong church after his former pal and pastor Carl Lentz was booted out in disgrace -- the singer has long relied on Hillsong which some have branded a cult and Lentz to help him navigate fame -- Justin’s at a crossroads right now because he definitely felt betrayed by Carl and now he and his wife Hailey Bieber are deciding whether to stay with the church 

Page 26: Viola Davis has revealed how growing up poor in Rhode Island affected her self-worth saying what comes with poverty is invisibility and we just want to be somebody desperately -- Viola says her feeling of I’m Important helped drive her career which has led to an Oscar and two Tonys and an Emmy 

* Hollywood Hookups -- Vanessa Hudgens is dating Cole Tucker of the Pittsburgh Pirates, Jordan Fisher and Ellie Woods married, Luann De Lesseps dating Garth Wakeford 

Page 27: Nicole Kidman has revealed there is only one cure for her desperate struggles with loneliness which is in the arms of husband Keith Urban -- Nicole said she practices psychological discipline to keep her career and home life separate but isolation still plagues her 

* Dallas star Linda Gray is mourning the death of her son Jeff Thrasher at the age of 56 -- she’s heard from some former Dallas colleagues who have rallied around her and expressed their condolences -- no cause of death for Jeff has been revealed 

Page 28: Cover Story -- Prince William is trapped in a cancer nightmare after medical tests have led doctors to suspect the heir to Britain’s throne may be fighting a slow-moving form of the deadly disease and now the 38-year-old royal and his family are terrified he is in severe danger and medical experts are monitoring his health for any symptoms of the illness -- there’s talk around the palace the prince’s decision to reveal he tested positive for COVID-19 during the spring is really an attempt to explain away his condition because doctors found something funky when they checked for the virus -- if William’s health takes a turn for the worse it could further erode confidence in the monarchy which has already endured Prince Andrew’s sex scandal and the defection of Prince Harry -- when William’s doctors dropped their cancer bombshell his wife Duchess Kate Middleton locked herself away with just their kids for five days and she’s practically had a breakdown but she’s learned to be a royal and is now coping very bravely and confronting the future with steely resolve but she is urging William to mend fences with his estranged brother Harry

Page 32: Health Watch 

Page 36: Jessica Simpson is preparing her windpipes for a post-pandemic musical comeback -- she hasn’t released an album since Happy Christmas a decade ago but wants to storm the pop charts once again and recruit some of her wider family to give her a disco edge because Jessica has always looked up to Diana Ross who is sister Ashlee Simpson’s mother-in-law and Jessica has been bugging Ashlee to hook her up with Diana and she thinks they could do an incredible duet 

Page 38: Paul McCartney has taken a seething jab at a two-faced gold-digging mystery woman in his new song Lavatory Lil but insisted it’s not about his ex-wife Heather Mills 

* Lil Wayne’s ex-girlfriend fears he will go insane behind bars -- the rapper is a convicted felon banned from possessing a weapon and now faces up to 10 years in jail after federal agents in Miami caught him with heroin and cocaine and ecstasy and marijuana and a gold-plated gun -- former girlfriend Melissa Howe says he won’t cope and it took him years to get his life back to normal after his last trip inside so for it to happen again for him to be put behind bars it would really get to him mentally 

Page 42: Red Carpet -- American Music Awards -- Kristin Cavallari, Christian Serratos, Paris Hilton, Dua Lipa, Bebe Rexha, Megan Fox 

Page 45: Spot the Differences -- LeAnn Rimes holding a dog on Hallmark Channel’s Home and Family 

Page 47: Odd List 

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A King Needs His Queen - The Originals (Chapter 4)

“True love is like playing chess the King may be the most important piece on the board however the Queen is the most powerful and dangerous as she performs more moves than any other. The Queen will always protect her King.” Word Count: Warnings: 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

We left Marcel at the bar and we walked hand in hand down the street. It was pitch black and the streets were only lit by the streetlights that were all lined up like soldiers. "I can't remember the last time we did this" I say to Nik.

"Well we have all the time in the world for me to make it up to you." He tells me. We carried on walking and we arrived at a small clearing. When Nik spins me around to face him, he brings my hand up and kisses it.

"Mrs Mikaelson? Will you dance with me?" Nik asks me with a smirk.

"Of course Mr Mikaelson" I chuckle.

We stepped apart a little and just looked at each other for a few moments I put my hand on his cheek and just looked at him in his eyes, they were so beautiful the dark blue-green colour complimented his pearly white skin, and dirty blonde hair. I ran my hand down his right arm and grasped his hand softly and we began to sway. "I love you so much" Nik mumbles in my ear, his hot breath tickled my ears.

"I love you too" I whisper. As we swayed Nik lets one of my hands go and twirls me around and brings me back towards him his head now resting on my shoulder.

"Lets go somewhere a little more private" Nik whispers his lips pressed against my ear. And with that he takes my hand once more and we run through the empty streets of New Orleans, towards the hotel room I once was staying in when Elijah freed me from my slumber. Once the door was closed sparks flew between me and Nik. He pushes me against the door and pressed his hips against my own and I felt the full effect I still had on him even after all these years of being married.

"After all of these years I still have the same effect on you" I say seductively, biting my bottom lip.

"I should blame you for the monster you make me Elizabeth" Nik growls at me, his arms caged me to the door and he smashes his lips into mine, I was completely at his mercy my mind fogged by pure pleasure as he moved from my lips to my neck. The room with filled with soft moans and the sound of fumbling getting clothing of each others bodies as quickly as we could. Nik returned to my mouth and used one of his free hands to softly grab a part of my hair to allow him to deepen the kiss. We break away and I push from his hold and push him to the bed and crawl into his lap straddling him, kissing him how he kissed me and continued down his neck, my hands went to the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up over his head and fling-ed it somewhere in the room. As I carried on kissing down his neck and torso he threw his head back in ecstasy, I smirked against his skin at his actions. Using his speed Nik flips up over.

"You are my Queen, let me show you how I should of treated you." Nik says in hushed tone. His fingers graze over my skin.

"A King worships his Queen, but I have no idea where I should start..." He says and then nips at my neck.

"Here?" he nips the lower part of my stomach.

"Or here?" As he stops near my covered entrance.

Nik lies on his back twisted in the sheets of the hotel bed, I lay on my front tracing the outline of his abs gently with my fingers. He runs his hands through my silky black hair. "Can I ask you something?" I say to him.

"You already did" Nik teased.

"Ever the jester, but why didn't you dagger me like you did your siblings?" I ask softly.

"Do you remember our wedding vows?" Nik replies. I nodded

1539 - England I stood in the entrance to the church seeing Nik at the end of the isle, I wasn't going to lie I was very nervous, scared I would mess up my vows to him. He looked absolutely handsome and I couldn't wait to become his wife and live out our eternity together. Nik was stood with Kol while I had no remaining family Elijah offered to walk me I clung onto him for dear life. When we finally joined the rest of my soon to be family Rebekah was at my side and gently squeezed my hand.

"Elizabeth Priston, wilt thou have this man to be thy husband, and wilt thou pledge thy faith to her, in all love and honor, in all duty and service, in all faith thou pledge thy safety and tenderness, no finger shall be laid upon you while I cease to walk this earth, to live with her and cherish her, according to the ordinance of God, in the holy bond of marriage?"

"I, Elizabeth Priston, take you Niklaus Mikaelson, to be my wedded husband, and I do promise and covenant, before God and these witnesses, to be your loving and faithful wife, in plenty and want, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live.

"I promised you that no finger would ever come across you, that also meant my own. I would never hurt you, hence why I got a witch to preform a desiccation spell. I couldn't bring myself to plunge one of those daggers into your heart. All I ever wanted to do was protect you love, I hope you can understand that" Nik says quietly.

"We were always stronger together, I could have helped you, I was never one to hold you back from your curse" I say to him.

"It was far too dangerous though love, the doppelgänger and her band of merry men tried on many occasions to kill me. If they knew about you then they would have used you against me, if they succeeded in hurting you in any way I don't know what I would have done. I can't lose you again love." Nik says to me, I lean over to him and plant a small kiss to his lips.

"Nik? What happened to Finn and Kol? I noticed there coffins are not present at the house, when we were looking Elijah." I ask.

"I'm sorry my love but there no longer with us." He tells me my brows furrow together.

"Who is responsible?" I ask in a small whisper.

"I can't tell you, your temper is just as fiery as mine if not worse, even though I'm fond to a fight. A war path at the moment is not wise." Nik tells me sternly.

"Yes dear... Whatever you say dear." I tease playfully.  

While we were still lying in bed Nik had received a phone call from Marcel, apparently he wanted Nik to join him to deal with the two humans that were in transition. Marcel had asked Nik that I remain out of the way much to my my distaste. But I had other matters that needed seeing too. I had some business speaking with one of the witches of the Quarter I needed a little spell casting and I hoped that Nik could keep Marcel busy long enough.

Both me and Nik parted ways and said our brief goodbyes he made his way to join his friend I made my way to find the witches responsible for waking me from my slumber, that witch was Sophie Deveraux. I arrived at the bar she normally worked at and took a seat. It turned out to be a slow night for the bar and there were not many customers in, which would be perfect for discussing business. I turned my head and clocked the witch cleaning out glasses at the other end of the bar.

"Sophie, darling don't suppose I could have a quick word?" I ask her politely.

"Elizabeth... What do I owe the pleasure? Not here to kill  me are you? As that would be a very, very dumb move..." She replies sarcastically.

"No, no-one dies tonight, its not on my schedule but I do have a favor to ask. In return I shall help keep Marcel and the other vampires busy." I tell her.

"You've peeked my interest, what can I do for you?" Sophie asks.

"Well, many many years ago I was made stronger by a witch, a witch who also used the same magic as you - ancestral. This allowed me to have the same strength, speed and healing as Elijah, Rebekah and Niklaus before he broke his hybrid curse. Unfortunately though nothing lasts forever and I can feel myself getting weaker, I'm becoming your average vampire... I need you or any other of the coven of witches here to preform the spell so I can have a slight revenge vacation. Away from here of course so your not in danger. I can give you the spell I just need your word." I tell her.

"I need to know a little more about this spell and what is does to you before I will commit to this. Need to know what I'm getting into" Sophie replies.

"Well what do you wish to know?" I ask playfully.

"What exactly does it do to you?"

"Well as I said before I match the same strength, speed and healing as an original vampire. The only way I can die is either a white oak stake or have my head or heart removed. The thing I lack is the ability to compel other vampires. But like any other spell a witch can cast it and they can un-cast it don't worry even this has its draw backs. But I trust you, you helped awaken me. I have no reason to doubt you of all people will stab me in the back, but let me make one thing perfectly clear, you think Niklaus has a bad temper? Mine is much worse. Now? Are you going to help me?" I tell her.

I made my threat very clear but ended in a nice sweet tone, allowing her to realize what kind of person I am. I am not someone to be messed with, I am what they say a force to be reckoned with.

After the conversation with Sophie she agreed to help me and cast the spell herself on the condition that I keep Niklaus in check. Which I could do. We stood in the cemetery where the magic would be at it's strongest and handed her the spell to which she read and handed back to me. She told me she would need to make a slight alteration to which I agreed for. Sophie lights the candles she needs and begins the spell.

"Eu chamo sobre a terra, os antepassados me dar o poder para o vampiro em frente de mim, para dar-lhe prolongada de energia, de acordo com os acima dela. Mas por um tempo limitado a próxima lua cheia vai ser a causa de grande dor e sofrimento para a sua família."

It had been nearly 350 years since I last heard the spell and yet I didn't care that I was asking a witch for help once more. I must protect myself and my family again.

The heels to my knee high boots clicked on the concrete as I walked up to the Salvatore House, after having a long discussion over the phone with Nik mainly him being displeased by my choice of actions to confront the doppelganger and her friends regarding the death of Kol and Finn. I had debated on bringing him with me but I had plans to play a few games with my new play toys. My sadistic and playful nature had returned to me and I relished in it.

At present I was stood on the outer side of the Salvatores front door contemplating whether to play the sweet and innocent girl or just walk in like I owned the place. I went with the latter and just walked in, lucky for me everyone who I wanted to see was present and all turned to look at me. I had my sunglasses on my face and seductively removed them and threw them on the floor.

"I'm looking for a doppelganger, her brother and the Salvatore siblings and it seems I'm in luck I have found you" I say in a flirty tone.

Taking some more steps towards the group who seemed to be on edge regarding my presence."Haven't you heard of knocking?" A black haired vampire snapped.

"Oh I do apologize, forgive me I'm a little out-dated, behind on the times but when I was born we never had the luxuries of doorbells or those fancy ass knockers you have on your door. It's quite marvelous really but I digress." I tease.

"Who are you?" The doppelganger asks.

"Now that is for me to know and you to find out, but I shall warn you now, Stefan is it? Whatever you have planned with that stake you have behind your back really wont work." I say looking towards Stefan as he retreats backwards.

"Lets cut to the chase and I will ask again, who are you? Why are you here?" The black haired vampire asks me sounding slightly pissed.

"Well then seems like all the pleasantries have gone out of the window, I guess I should inform you why I'm here. You all killed members of my family. I'm here for some revenge." I say sweetly.

"Oh honey! Your going to have to be a lot more specific then that. I've killed a lot of people in my time, you saying I've killed members of your family isn't going to quite cut it to get my memory going." Damon says sarcastically.

I stride over to the group and fall into the sofa, I sit on something... a mobile phone and fling that on the ground. "Well lets give you a piece to this puzzle then. Finn and Kol Mikealson names ring a bell? I bet they do" I sang. I smiled knowing that I was winning. I noticed the doppelganger took a large breath in. She was very nervous. Good.          

"The psychotic hybrid never mentioned another sister..." Damon says. I swallowed and looked at him.

"Well your correct there. Keep going" I encouraged.

"Your married?" The doppelganger asks as she looked at my hand seeing my wedding ring.

"Go on?" I smile.

"Well  logically I doubt it would be Finn or Kol." Stefan starts.

"Yeah Finn was a mummy's boy and I don't think your Kol's type which leaves us three original vampires, highly doubt your into Rebekah which leaves us with two." Damon continues.

"Elijah and Klaus." Stefan finishes.

"Oooo so which one is it?" I say playfully.

"I'm going to go out on a limb and say Elijah someone needs to control this amount of crazy." Damon says with a smirk. I sit there and shake my head at the group. I point out that Jeremy is in the room and sped over to him and grab him by the throat. Behind me I hear Elena cry out.

"That psychotic hybrid happens to be my husband, and if either of you boys take another step I will crush his windpipe. Choose carefully." I snap. Elena takes a small step towards me and with a flash I snap Jeremy's neck and falls to the floor with a thud. I flashed my smile.

"I did warn you but I do happen to notice he wears the infamous Gilbert ring so he will live... for now, but I can tell straight off the bat who I will be able to have a proper conversation with so they wont mind me doing this." I add and which that I sped over to Elena and snapped her neck and proceeded to do the same with Damon, which just left me and Stefan stood face to face.

"I understand that you and my husband had a jolly old time in the twenties." I state.

"I wasn't aware that you existed, but there was no need to snap their necks." Stefan tells me.

"I need to have a decent conversation, the doppelganger or your brother simply were not good enough, now back to business. You four killed members of my family and I want revenge and your going to tell me whose heart I'm going to rip out, tick-tock Stefan who is it going to be? Your brother? The doppelganger? The little Gilbert? Yourself? What a noble sacrifice that would be." I reply to him and start strutting around the Salvatore house helping myself to some of the alcohol that was stored nearby.

"Your not going to make me choose..." Stefan starts but the sound of a glass being smashed and my body dropping to the floor interrupts him.

Stefan rushes over to Elizabeth's fallen body to check to see her. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and calls up Klaus. "Stefan Salvatore, what a pleasant surprise what can I do for you?" Nik asks.

"Your wife has collapsed." Stefan starts.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Niklaus shouts down the phone.

"One moment she was threatening us, next she is unconscious on the floor. Her neck wasn't snapped we never touched her. She was the only one snapping necks around here." Stefan replies calmly.

With that Nik hangs up the phone. Stefan decides to pick Elizabeth's body from the floor and takes her upstairs into one of the guest bedrooms. He places her on the bed carefully. And proceeds to head back downstairs to which Damon starts to stir after recovering from a broken neck.

"Owww... Where is that loony Mikealson? I'm going to kill her" Damon grumbles rubbing his neck.

"That wouldn't be wise Damon, something happened to her. One minute we was talking next shes collapsed." Stefan replies to his brother.

"What do you mean collapsed? Shes a vampire Stef, we don't just collapse." Damon says to his brother.

"Well something has happened Klaus is on his way here." Stefan replies.

"What do you mean Klaus is coming here?" A female voice said in a gruff tone. It was Elena who had woken up and picked herself up from the floor.

"I had to call him, at the end of the day she is Klaus' wife, if she dies he will kill us no doubt about that" Stefan finishes.

"Where is she?" Elena asks.

"Upstairs" Stefan says back, pointing towards the upper floor. Elena takes off and walks upstairs to find the sleeping Mikelason wife. Who laid there peacefully. All is quite in the room when Damon joins her.

New Orleans After coming off the phone with Stefan I was so worried about Elizabeth, why would she have collapsed? She was fine before she left and seemed to be ok when I spoke with her on the phone. I hurried off to find my brother who I recently got un-daggered.  "Elijah I need you to keep and eye on things around here.

"Brother what do you mean?" Elijah asks.

"I must go. That is all I will say on the matter." I replied. Elijah tries to reach out to me I shake him off.

"Niklaus what has happened?" Elijah continues to press me for answers.

"Something has happened to Elizabeth she is not well." I finally admit.

I was so lost already without her. The woman I love with all of my heart almost taken away from me and not by my own doing this time. I was truly hurt and I needed to answers and to see her. I longed for her touch. Her skin on my own. As we once were days before.

"Go to her, bring her home. I will try and get to the bottom of this." Elijah finally says to me after thinking in silence. With that I leave his side and get into my car. Hitting the roads hoping I would get there soon.

Mystic Falls It had been hours since Klaus' wife invaded our home, threatened us and then fell to the floor. I got in touch with a few friends of mine to see if we could put a name to the face but so far nothing. I returned to the parlor to see Damon drinking and standing in front of the fire that was roaring in the background.

"Any luck?" Damon asks me.

I shook my head. "No, did you find anything in her bag?" I ask him.

"A phone with a few contacts in mostly Mikelason's, Elena is going through her bag now." Damon replies.

"Hey, I think I've found something" Elena shouts over to where the dinning table is placed, me and Damon head over to her to see items from the bag are scattered on top of it. There we find a folded piece of paper.

"That has witchy- woo written all over it. I'm not going to get involved in this. No way." Damon says as he walks away.

"I'm going to call Bonnie see if she can help." Elena says as she dials for Bonnie.

"Hey can you come over to the boarding house? We need your help translating a spell." Elena asks. "Ok, see you soon" Elena says as she hangs up the phone.

"Bonnie will get here as soon as she can, but I have an idea though in the meantime what about diving into her head? See if you can find anything out?" She asks.

"It's worth a shot but its best if Damon does that, he is better at it then me." I say to her. Elena starts to place the contents back into the bag, and walks back into the parlor to sit down on the sofa, I follow her and sit on the arm.

"Can you go into her head? See if you can find out anything" I ask Damon.

"I can, but I don't want to" Damon replies back sharply. "Wait for Bon-Bon shes the witch, let her doing the poking around in other peoples brains, then if anything goes wrong Klaus can kill her instead, I would like to keep being the eternal stud thank you very much" He adds sarcastically.

After hearing what Damon had to say Bonnie walks into the house. "Whats going on? You sounded very cryptic over the phone" She asks.

"Long story short. Klaus has a wife, she got mad and came for revenge for us killing Kol and Finn, she passed out. We don't know why and we can't wake her. Found this though." Damon says arrogantly and hands Bonnie the folded up spell and leaves the room. Bonnie takes a seat next to Elena and opens the spell and glances over it.

"I can tell you it's no spell I've seen before, its not in Latin so we're going to have to try and translate it.

We spent a good half the night trying to translate the spell searched hundreds of languages. Nothing made sense to why this woman was in the state she was currently in. But all the piece was interrupted the moment the hybrid stepped through the door.

"Where is she? Where is Elizabeth?" Klaus growls as he storms over and grabs me by my throat.

"Klaus let him go! Elizabeth is upstairs" Elena pleads. With that Klaus removes his grip from my throat and speeds up the stairs to where Elizabeth is resting. I cautiously follow and when I entered the room before me stood a broken man.

A man without his armor as he knelt in front of her. Stroking the hair away from her face. A few tears fell from his face and dropped onto the floor. I would never think that Klaus Mikealson would ever show emotion like this. We only ever imagined him to be heartless and cruel. But Elizabeth she was someone who could bring Klaus to his knees and was a force to be reckoned with 'alive or not'.

[fallingin-like]

an aftg fanfic appreciation post

the other day at work i saw something about fanfiction writer appreciation day and told myself “ah i will make a post when i get home” and immediately Did Not Do That. so i’m doing it now! first, thank you to everyone who writes fanfiction! it’s such an honour to be able to read your writing and i am so grateful to the writers who spend so much time and effort into creating these stories. i do not deserve such amazing content and yet i have it. also thanks to nora for this wonderful series which has changed my life in so many ways. 

these are in no particular order. i really tried to tone down my ‘i love you so much and really want to be friends with you’ vibe but i don’t think it worked. this is a super long post and i still didn’t get to say everything i wanted to.

some  fics/series that need more love (aka they have under 350 kudos)

to the south by Morcai - this is a series (never to be caught and secret, safe, close to the door) that was really cool to read. it has elements of the Iskryne Series which i don’t know anything about, but apparently has to do with bondwolves. basically, neil has a wolfbrother who he can speak to telepathically which is written in a really unique way, through interesting phrases and scent-based nicknames for people. i’ve never read anything like these fics and i adore them

all that we see or seem by rorschachs - an inception au. need i say more? this fic flows well, has good use of flashbacks, and an amazing ending. it’s ~23,000 words but feels like much less due to nice pacing and an interesting take on this au

Travelers by @sunrise-and-death ​ - a series (Placeless Destination and Moving Towards) that’s a soulmate au. soulmates can interact through a pyschic bond that allows it to seem like the other person is there with them. neil and andrew meet when they are young and it’s so interesting seeing them get to know each other at this age. we also get to see some neil/mary angst and all of the terrible things happen to andrew. an intense series that manages to feel light-hearted at the same time. the second fic in this series is incomplete

atlas by @purearcticfire ​ / @pipedream-truths ​ - a magic au that features shapeshifters and a cursed neil, so immediately you know i’ll like it. this fic has some cool uses of italics, caps, spacing, etc. that creates a stylized story that helps build tone and gives the story a clearer voice. unfortunately, i can’t tell too much detail about my favourite parts because it they are *ultra spoilers* so i’ll just say, it gets so intense at the end. just trust me about this. ao3 says it’s incomplete (4/5 chapters) but it seems complete to me. also, at ~72,000 words, it’s a pretty hefty fic

Golden Keys and Gray Lines by @wouldyoulightmycandle ​ - just a feel-good post-canon fic that involves a road trip, an ice cream museum, and a bit of Working Through Rough Times. super cute! this fic is incomplete

some authors i just really love and appreciate (you probably already know them and if you don’t then idk what you’re doing)

all of these writers have serious talent that make it look easy to write fanfiction. it’s not easy. you guys have all of my love. all of it.

@nakasomethingkun ​ /  ephemeralsky - basically i just see their name and automatically click the fic without bothering to fully read the tags or summary. they have never let me down and i adore the way they write. everything they write is an easy read and i always come back to their fics. i was going to mention my favourites and then i realized i was going to list everything they’ve written for aftg and i’m not even kidding. funny, angst, fluff, everything you could want in a fic they have it. so so good i actually don’t know how to describe it. their fics break my heart and then put it back together a little bit different so that even after i am finished reading and continue with the rest of my life, i feel different. they make me hurt in a way i didn’t know that i could like. this quality of fic has me scrolling back to the top to reread it the second i finish. what in the world they’re so good.

@annawrites ​ / moonix - 50 aftg fics. that’s actually crazy. and all of them are so high quality and there is such a variety. flower shop/tattoo parlor au? one of my favourite series ever. high school au? of course it includes 4 fully complete fics. shapeshifter au? amazingly done. scott pilgrim vs the world au? so good that i went out and watched the movie for the first time (i am not even joking). i was looking through all the fics and just started rereading them, i just can’t help myself. they describe everything in a way that makes their stories unique, but doesn’t seem like they’re trying too hard. or at all. their fics flow so well and every sentence is a gem. i read and reread so carefully to make sure i don’t miss a thing, but always find myself catching new jokes and quirks.

@lolainslackss ​ / lolainslackss - i really don’t know where to start. once again, i just really love all of their fics. i started scrolling through their works too see if i had a favourite and could not even choose a top 5. their writing is so beautiful i can’t get enough. they always choose the best things to include. selective mutism and sign language? that’s a sure way into my heart. the suit shop au is adorable and pining andrew really is best andrew. i found exycast surprisingly late in my fanfiction reading and that is a real tragedy because it’s amazing and really cute. the soulmate timer fic is an old favourite and if i’m looking for angst, i know i can pull it up.

@gluupor ​ / gluupor - an absolute legend. with 54 fics for aftg, it’s amazing that all of them are outrageously funny, entertaining, and just really well written. a lot of them are fics adapted as an au for other fandoms (like their super popular brooklyn 99 au that i absolutely adore) and they are all hilarious. it’s so fun to search for familiar quotes or realize how similar characters from different fandoms are to the foxes and the quirks they share. these are fics that will definitely cheer you up. i love their sense of humour, it fits the characters so well and helps to shape the world they’re writing in. it’s always exciting to see them publish a new fic.

@idnis ​ / idnis - they have a really unique writing style, i’ve never seen anything like it in this fandom. every story has so much care and love in it that’s evident through the small details that you only pick up through rereading. their stories are stylized with spaces and formatting that help guide the reader and adds to the tone of their stories. i fell so in love with their cat!neil. they write such interesting stories, have original plots, and their fics read like poetry. before you know it, you’ve finished the fic without realising you should have gone to bed an hour ago. they also have some amazing original work that everyone should go check out!

@badacts ​ / badacts - so recently a lot of their fics were made visible to ao3 users only (a shame in my opinion) so if you haven’t read their fics, go make an account! or log into your account! you really don’t want to miss these fics. they have a kid fic where both andrew and neil are baby versions of themselves so it’s obviously one of the best things ever. they who made you/they made me too is so good even the title is enough to make me feel. there’s introspection and realization and it’s from aaron’s perspective. i love seeing the twinyards bond. and, of course we have to mention the terra firma series because i love injured!neil and this one hits me in a different way. i love the way the abrupt transition into injury for neil and being able to experience the confusion and not knowing what’s happening with him.

iaquilam - they have posted 2 fics for aftg and they are some of my favourites in this fandom. this has amazing characterization, neil and andrew and everyone feel so real and so true and i love them. a mouthy, raven neil is one of the best types of neil. they write from andrew’s perspective and i cannot believe have well they capture him and his thoughts. quotes that have stuck with me “there’s more than one way of getting what you want”, “’he hurts,’ kevin says. ‘it hurts”, “you will be afraid and you will do it anyway”, and “to keep living. until i don’t”. also i think that andrew with synesthesia in where everything is good fits so perfectly. the idea that andrew has something so unique ahh i love. “your voice was the first blue one i ever saw” makes everything around me go quiet.

@jemejem ​ / jemejem - first of all i am really loving the radio show ficlet that’s being posted on tumblr. i’m a sucker for breakup fics, especially cheating fics (because i need angst) so only was the find of the century. it’s a fic where no matter how many times i’ve read it, i still feel gutted and achy reading it. their recent fic, the sound, was really interesting and i loved the later chapters so much but can’t share because of *spoilers*

undertow - okay so they also only have 2 aftg fics but oh my goodness they are so good. tenuous is one of my most reread fics, i love the concept, interactions between all the characters, how i feel like i’m there with them, and their descriptions. one of my favourite lines are “The sink turns on; water smacks against the bottom of its metallic basin. It feels—well. It just feels.” ugh i don’t know why i like it so much i just do. it fits so perfectly. and i can totally imagine kevin and neil being super petty in their love song writing, this fic is such a contrast to the other one and yet still so good.

@broship-addict ​ / broship_addict - kid!au! oh my goodness ice cream au! ahh they’re so good at writing cute fluff that has such good characterization that they’ve adapted perfectly into whatever au they have written. and at the same time impulse hit me in a different kind of way. what a joy to read, i love witnessing the ways that andrew and neil come together in all of their fics. also i really can’t not mention their amazing artwork. so grateful to have them contributing so much to this fandom

@unkingly / vicariously kingly - bless these fics. i don’t know anyone that doesn’t love a good de-aged neil fic and this really does The Most for that trope. also can i just say that callboy!neil was a thing i didn’t know i needed in my life but now i don’t know how i lived without it. also mermaid!neil?? yes please. i adore the way they write andriel. their fics are angsty and never fail to make me feel something, often a little bit raw in a good way. latchkey child wrecked me. i felt like i had been scraped clean and felt a little bit off for the remaining night and day after. Say Golden, Pony Boy was eerie and just the right amount of mysterious. i was left feeling unsettled in my own home. these fics have delightful endings that leave you satisfied and yet wanting more all the same

@spanglebangle / spanglebangle - i really really cannot get over sunshine and moonlight. it’s such a soft version of neil and andrew’s relationship, i love the direction that was taken and how the boys grew and the changes because they found each other. i love the quote “you like the big gestures and ridiculous things i say. i’m in your head, remember, i know it makes you feel wanted” fox!neil is really so adorable and pure, but also feisty and protective and funny. i would love to see more of this fic. also the elementary au is everything to me. there’s a lot of content and it keeps me interested, but i especially love the later chapters with everything surrounding neil and then even later with andrew wrestling with his feelings. so well written.

@hopingforcoordinates ​ / crazy_like_a - if you haven’t read their fics then ?? i really don’t know what to say since they wrote 3 of the top 5 fics with the most kudos in this fandom. and if you have read their work then we both know why they are being mentioned. i have fallen in love with their take on raven!neil. their writing style feels so simple and natural, which is a real talent. if you’re looking for a more explicit post-canon fic, then lessons is great, just make sure nobody is reading over your shoulder hah

@fuzzballsheltiepants ​ / fuzzballsheltiepants - the iconic a mewment like this series is so funny, sweet, and angsty and features The Cats which is always a good sign. in particular, i loved the conversation about mark rothko and all of the art they looked at in the 6th fic. i don’t know what counts as spoilers so i’ll say thank goodness for neil ‘oblivious’ josten, trivia nights, and the good bad jokes that made this series such an enjoyable read. similarly, you can’t go wrong with the angst that’s sure to come with a fic where andrew gets hurt and doesn’t remember who neil is. or at least, this fic definitely went the opposite of wrong. 

and i really cannot make this post without mentioning the mind-blowing collabs of lolainslackss and moonix to create dating & other disasters and of moonix and gluupor to write No Place Like Home (incomplete). i literally don’t even have words for how excited i was for when i heard of these fics. these collabs are too powerful for this world and if you haven’t read them then i guess you don’t want to enjoy yourself.

as well, additional thanks from this little ace baby to everyone who writes ace!neil or demi!neil. you guys have a special place in my heart.

i tried to find everyone’s tumblr but obviously didn’t succeed. please tag them if i missed them or tagged the wrong account. thanks! i also did not take the time to research pronouns/names so i refer to everyone as ‘they/them’. i know some of the right pronouns/names but it felt wrong to have some of them and not the rest. some of my comments might seem incoherent or repetitive. my apologies for all of this.

also if you go to my ao3 and see that it’s a little bare/notice that i never comment just know that it’s because i am *ultra lazy* and most of the time i cannot be bothered to log into my account. probably commented as raelle instead. or just ‘a’ because i really am That Lazy. or i’m planning on writing an essay for your fic but haven’t gotten around to it and i’m just drafting it in my head every time i reread.

[jamiebluewind]

Charatcter Descriptions and Summary 2.13

As always, let me know if I need to edit or add anything and tag/ask/PM me about art and stories so I can check them out! I'll try to add warnings later. Also, we have 8 episodes left including this one, so the last one should be number 20.

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Things

Dusk Moss

Hallucinogenic moss with very few alchemical properties that puts the user into a state of lucid dreaming where they are also concious of waking world (basically fantasy marijuana)

Is a flammable powder that cannot be unlit once lit

Crumpkin said his brother swears by it and that everyone should try it at least once.

It will even you out if you take a little bit and a quarter of teaspon will send one of them on a trip all day (so what about the size and race of the person?)

Can buy in a massive block from Tinkerer's Hall where a dose of the powder can be shaved off the block to use

Mystery Rune

The rune was abjurative magic: metamagic school (instead of protection, wards, and shields) which shapes the nature of magic itself. Specifically, the rune involved curses and a way to mask powerful curses and spells. One can take a tremendous amount of spellcraft (or the ability to cast multiple spells), put it into a curse, and have the curse ride under other curses. In other words, if connected to an object, the object would have been "cursed" to be a vessel for a wealth of other spellcasting (flash drive), but hidden under another curse (advanced encryption and a virus).

The larger and more permeable the curse, the more able it is to ride under another curse.

The curse on top (dummy curse) works best the more widespread, static (can't be easily ended or doesn't have random frequent spell effects), ambient, and passive it is like using a magical landscapes or creatures instead of a spell made by a spellcaster.

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PCs With Datemates

Kristen

Took a picture on her crystal of the unknown goddess mural (originally wondered if it was a tequila advertisement)

Kissed Tracker and the tree she was hiding behind

Wanted rosé with the cold fratatas, but thought it was weird that he put both kale and spinach in them (as did Tracker)

Looked through the medical papers Adaine and Riz found and figured out how to cure the Kalina infection (greater restoration due to studying records or a tinsure that requires dusk moss, the alchemical supplies Gorgug got from the tinkerers, some things Adaine can pull from her jacket, and one or two things they'd only be able to find beyond the wall)

Her and the group decided on the tincture method despite the risk of curing behind the wall as she can only cast greater restoration once per day (only one 5th level spell slot and 5 infected: Tracker, Sandra Lynn, Ragh, Riz, and herself), but the option of using greater restoration on herself and Riz while leaving the others behind or inside Van was discussed (side note: could she team up with any of the locals bards/clerics/druids/artificers/celestial warlocks who know greater restoration and teach them the specifics of the altered spell while they wait on the others to get back?)

Suggested they pretend they all died after they take the tincture in order to give them an advantage due to Kalina thinking the party was cut in half (all but Adaine agreed)

Owns little handcuffs with her and Tracker's initials on them

"I don't know why I'm saying this, but Go Ball."

Assumed that the team in hell were just stuck in a waiting room, possibly drinking pina coladas

Investigated where Aelwen, Adaine's mom, and Killian entered the briar wall. It was much more tangled, far from Arborly, up a cliff with difficult rocky terrain between them and the temple. It was a place where they wouldn't be looked for, but it would take them longer to get there.

Tracker

Said the thing with Vraz made her werewolf issue with the Shrine of Thorns the second weirdest thing that's happened

Started transforming after glancing at the uncovered mural image of the unknown goddess, growling as half her head transformed as she fought changing before rolling off and hiding behind a tree (per Kristen's suggestion)

Couldn't go to hell because she couldn't enter the shrine

Gorgug

Got springs put in his shoes by the gnomes which gave them thick rubbery soles (Spring Coiled Sneakers of Bounding) and also asked for shock thing from tinkerers which would have a spare the dying effect (unknown if he got it)

Wears size 19 canvas shoes

Looked through a big log book with the alchemic ingredients in tinkerer's shorthand before buying the same alchemical ingredients that Killian bought (magnesium, antimony, and mercury which are used in magical candles) for 350 gold. Killian also bought two huge blocks of dusk moss incense (600 gold for both which he split cost wise with Fabian), but he was nervous about buying it (dusk moss details above).

Explained cell towers to the tinkerers

Considered jumping into space to either get to or place a satellite

Found a picture of his parents launching their satellite into space (Wilma and Digby giving double thumbs up, the van tipped on it's nose with it's back doors open to launch the satellite from the back of it, a lot of papers and a mobile desk in van's glovebox) and found space tech-esk routing info for the satellite in Van which allowed him to make a satellite phone

Originally left his crystal and the info with the tinkerers (original timeframe 1-2 days), but came back to help which speed up the process

Was curious why Gilear wasn't infected by Shadow Cat like Sandra Lynn and was later sorry he brought it up

When they found out they couldn't enlarge/reduce Van, he considered making a massive vest with massive pockets he could wear that everyone could jump in before they used enlarge/reduced on him, but the idea was scrapped

Suggested that if they played dead after taking the tincture to not warn Gilear so he wouldn't be acting when they "died".

"Hey, this is based on nothing, but I feel like Gilear is dead."

Believed that hell wasn't as bad as people said it was, just unfamiliar and like 5 degrees hotter

Ran into the briars after the portal closed

Likes a hot hot tub because warm ones just makes him wonder what's cooking in there

Was up all night sweating with his hoodie off (first time in a long time) working on his phone before finishing up the crystal pack (made his phone into a satellite phone). He felt pretty good about making it work.

Got a slew of unread messages once he turned his phone on (few old ones from Zelda, some from his parents checking in, and tour stuff)

Called Zelda with a video call, putting his hoodie back on as it rang and rang (most of the call is in Zelda section)

Told Zelda he loved her for the first time (after she said it first). Said he wished he was there, but hadn't figured that technology out yet and admitted that he might not have service once they went into the forest ("I'm here to communicate")

The gnomes erupted into cheers over the crystal working, but he was equally exciting over Zelda saying she loved him. They popped some gnome wine (pink fizzy champagne that smelled like cloying sweet strawberries) and shared it with him in celebration

Got a bunch of DMs from the other seven maidens saying "Way to go big guy"

Zelda

Was at Ostentata's house at night for a party (everybody was telling the story of when Gorgug jumped the fire elemental there and when he backyard wrestle smashed the beer pong table while time was stopped) when Gorgug called

Told her adventuring party he was calling before she went outside, but they followed

Answered her phone while still wearing her earbuds and assumed he was back, but was told he figured out how to make his phone work. He did it because he felt like it was important to be able to talk to her, the world, and her (not because it was part of the quest). She asked if they had cell towers, but Gorgug said that he had been working on artificer stuff and used his parents' satellite.

Started crying over Gorgug doing a whole bunch of new science to make his phone able to call back, apologized to him over getting upset, and said she missed him and he was the best

Was embarrassed by the other maidens eavesdropping (they called out "Good lookin out Gorgug! Stand up thing to do! You did it!"). Gorgug went on speaker and said "Well hello guys!" before she shooed them off to talk to her boyfriend

Made sure that Gorgug's friends weren't in danger over him working on his project, but was reassured that he was having down time and it would also help them in the long run

Told Gorgug that she loved him for the first time and freaked out (insulting herself) before he said that he loved her too. This was followed by her saying "oooh I just wanna... I just wish you were here."

Said the Red Waste was super hard, but they were done and thought they would get a good grade on it

Called Gorgug cool (and was called cool by him). Said what he did meant a lot to her. The call ended with one last quick I love you from Gorgug.

Fig

Subpoenaed to be a witness for Gortholax before a tribunal due to him being negligent for his infernal domain (after his 9th and final request for appearence lapsed). The print of her subpoena got so fine that it was mostly illegable without a magnifying glass. It was also in infernal (which she can read)

Asked Vraz if she could leave the door to hell open with them following later (left open, but was yelled at)

Considered disguising herself as Gortholax and offered to disguise herself as a famous lawyer from billboards to help Gilear

Wanted to know more about law so she could defend Gortholax domain and yelled "THE CHOSEN ONE!" when she discovered that Gilear knew the law

Wanted to start a grass roots campaign about the demons working with the nightmare king (as devils hate them both)

Asked her mom why Gilear wasn't infected and discovered her parents had slept together many times, but not in the last 3 years

Got upset with Riz over his opinion on devils (quote in dialogue link)

Had to be the first through the portal to hell, but straddled the flaming doorway with Riz on her back to try to keep it open

Tied a rope around Hangman so she could wakeboard while smoking a clove, library card behind her right ear

Thought Gortholax's home was tasteful and knew the door code.

Blamed herself for the quality of Gilear's life (quote in dialogue link)

To Vraz "What going on with you? Do you need a hug?"

Lit a cigarette in court, told them that Gortholax was trapped in a gem, put her feet up, and said Kalina the Shadow Cat used a proxy to trap Gortholax with the assistance of demons (but was able to hide the fact that she was the proxy from Vraz)

Asked for help getting into the forest of the Nightmare King, but got yelled at because calling a recess does not mean the trial is over

Cut her arm and offered the tribunal her blood as proof she was Gortholax's daughter, but the blood sizzled when it hit the ground and either summoned or created an imp which served as proof

Ayda

Told Adaine what the rune was (details below)

Still working on plane shift

Got upset over Fig getting sucked into hell, insisting that they had to go rescue her "Well, we should do whatever we can to make it happen as fast as possible because I'm going to get another kiss, whatever happens"

Said Fig's lips are the softest things she's ever felt (grossing out Adaine) and "If I don't smell Fig's hair again, I'm going to incenerate"

Asked Adaine for advice as the Oracle, wanting to know how many potential futures there were were Fig wouldn't want to kiss her or be around her anymore and if they could be avoided. She was also worried that Fig might have kissed her, but not felt attracted to her.

"If we kissed a bunch of times over the course of an hour, does that mean we are girlfriends or wives?" (potentially but ask to clarify)

Was worried that she would look sad, weird, or not normal from a social standpoint for asking Fig to clarify if they were girlfriends (to which Adaine said she was not and was in face very very cool).

Worried about her mind being foreign to other people and despite not being the same as Adaine, felt better after talking to someone who understands not being like everyone else.

Told Adaine "You're a very special person to me and your friendship means the world to me. I hope we study magic together for a long long time" and that she loved her.

Has notes on how her brain works and built an entire friendship section in the library because she was so lonely.

Went to the Synod to be alone because she lived "on a dirty pirate island"

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Other PCs And People In The Party

Adaine

Released an aura in the crime scene and might have put on gloves

Found the non detection runes her mother had placed (to keep elves off the trail) and the remains of two rituals, one to kill Killian and one to put the Devil's Heart (with Gortholax) inside Killian. The rituals happened 24 hours appart, meaning they left the night the teens arrived or her mom knew to kill Killian before Aelwen arrived.

While looking for something in the room (something nice her mom might have said about her), she found a blank piece of parchment on a small desk and revealed a message using "the pencil trick" ("Aelwen is with me. You are betrayed. You have no other choice darling. Come with us.") which she believed was probably for her dad. Later got the original copy (wrote out for a sending spell) by using mend on ashes she found in a trashcan

Suggested a cold fratata picnic

Pulled beautifully printed pamplets out of her jacket for Fig's grass roots campaign, but they had a typo so she tossed them

Told the group to give a thumbs up to someone who had the message spell (currently only Fig and Adaine) if they had something to say to keep it from Kalina

Was caught by briars and ejected from the hell potral, keeping her from entering, but decided that heaven and hell were just reflections of each other so she wasn't worried

On dusk moss, said "I've heard it's good for anxiety." and suggested that they all got high while waiting on their friends to return from hell (but was unable to convince the others)

Discovered that the unknown goddess' spellbook had a distinguishing mark on it, an occult rune that was in a lot of stuff at Compass Points (which Ayda would have studied) and on the coin given to Kalvaxus (more info under mystery rune)

Liked a hot tub that started off very warm at first and then got more comfortable

Messaged Ayda late at night for help "Avast ye scurvy devil. How is plane shift going? Also, need info on rune. It looks like [x]" (answered back "I'm not a scurvy devil. Let's use the synonym. Right jacket pocket.")

Found a key made of glowing blue crystalline energy in her pocket as the keyhole on a nearby door started glowing slightly blue.

Was given a scroll with a first level spell by Ayda that granted her access to the Synod of Spyre which is a meeting place for wizards

Told Ayda "I think your great",  made her laugh by telling her that curses were "ten a penny", and told her that she enjoyed talking to her about their magic as Ayda is someone who gets it and is not mean to her

Asked Ayda to tell her everything (about the kiss), but then realized that she didn't want or need to know everything. She did say (about Ayda and Fig) "I support this. I am happy about it. I am amazed. Oooo she's secretive!" and that while on a macro level, some people will kiss without caring, Fig wouldn't because she cared about everybody (she did kiss those two older guys though?)

Admittedly that being oracle only let her help out a little every day and occasionally she got a terrifying vision, but she doesn't know when the event will occur or what will cause it

To Ayda, "If you like a person and they like you and the relationship is good, it shouldn't matter how other people feel about it? I think."

"I want to be alone and also surrounded by my friends at all times."

Riz

Worked the crime scene in the Owl and Harp with Adaine (putting on gloves before starting)

Found that the rituals were specifically to get Kalina into Silvar by bypassing the need for permission from a devil authority by using petrismosis to move from an infected creature into a gem to commandeer the devil within it

Petrismosis: The body's ability to start having elements of the magical gem within it to start permiating orgainic membrane; the process of an organic body and gem to become one which includes osmosis of blood to gem (ragh mom constrantly fights against the being within her gem using her rage, blood, and soul)

Told Adaine "It's great to fin- be around someone who just focuses up. Me and you? Everybody else is super horny. Super emotional. But me and you? *slaps hands together* No emotions between the two of us." (she was looking for something nice from her mom)

Discovered that Adaine's mom had packed WAY more rations than they needed to get to the temple, some alchemical ingredients, and all primary work, leaving only hints behind as well as some research and medical diagrams (which Adaine and Riz took). The medical diagrams were extremely old velum grave robber level medical stuff written in a character based pictogram language (think hieroglyphs, almost like emoji) that was most likely centaur. One medical diagram was of a disected and dismembered centaur with dark, very scary looking cat symbols (refered to as the disease or infection) behind eyes, in ears, on tongue, deep in sinuses, and on spine. It also showed that the brain was carefully taken apart and looked at, but the infection was not present there.

He and Adaine deduced that Kalina could only look through one person at a time using their senses and couldn't get into their brains, but could cause paralysis. The only safe place would be the moon haven/Kristen's hallow, but Kalina might be able to ride one of the infected into the haven if she was actively trying to do it. They could however talk anywhere using telepathy (such as the message spell).

Was worried about going to hell while infected, but later said "I meantioned that I was concerened about going to hell and her possibly being able to see the trial, but hell is also bad so I don't really care if they end up fighting and killing each others. Let's just go to hell. Also, they're super far along already. They have Gortholax and they're in. So it's not like... yeah."

Might have internalized racism/goblinphobia and has bias towards devils (both from his reactions in this episode and his reaction to Gortholax in season 1)

Suspicious of devils and doesn't think they should be super cool with them (quote in dialogue link), later becoming upset over what Hangman said about goblins ("Oh like goblins have such a great reputation.") and the others reaction to his and The Hangman's statement.

Road into hell holding onto Fig's back.

Upon seeing Gilear knocked out, said "See I told you that hell was bad! I mean, this is awesome, but this is bad." Pointed out the irony of Gilear getting mad at him a long time ago for stealing the first aid kit that gave him the healing feat.

After Hangman said the evil souls were murderers, thieves, and liars, he started sweating and said "Liars huh?" (side note: Riz has actually done all three)

Grabbed Gilear's face and investigated him to figure out why he was so confident (he said no to an offer from Sandra Lynn). Hissed at Gilear and then apologized, saying they were in hell, it was weird, and the things said about goblins earlier made him feel kinda crazy

Hissed at Vraz repeatedly, even after she threatened him.

To Vraz "Well I'm Riz The Ball and I'm just gonna ROLL WITH THIS! We're here! We're here for your trial thing! *hiss*" Is held back by Gilear while Fig tried to push him forward towards Vraz (told her to stop it)

Hissed at Vraz again (when she was mean to Fig) saying Vraz calling somebody in the middle of a trial was weird before the pair got in another hissing/screaming match. Asked The Hangman to hold him back and got his foot run over.

Fabian

Ownes 250 to 312 pairs of shoes (depending how many have been thrown away or given to childen), has size 5 feet (and is self conscious about it), said he had delicate feet and was lithe and dexterous, and his father had small feet and mother had normal sized feet

Said "god damn it" when he discovered Krumpkin wore the same size shoes as him, lied and said he had big toes and wore a 5.5 because he didn't to exchange shoes with a gnome, and quietly said "...let's go" when Gorgug asked if he wanted little bells on his shoes (side note: was he teased in the past?)

Completely confused by tinkerers logbook, so he deferred to Gorgug. Tried to help by rubbing his sheet on the gold coins they were buying supplies with, but nothing happened

Was nervous about buying or using dusk moss, saying he knew a guy who tried it while wearing a hat and now he always felt like he's wearing the hat. Told the rest of the group "We bought so many drugs." when they dot back.

Fabian's bardic "You feel the power of Fabian's support and care for you" (the explanation of his new stats is linked below)

When asked if he wanted to stay in the Tinkerer's Hall, he answered "Absolutely. With all these weird little men and women. No thank you. Ragh, let's go!"

Has a bunch of private stuff on his phone that he doesn't want anybody seeing

Tried to ride Hangman into hell, but caught by the briars and ejected as the portal closed

Told Hangman "You are literally the sweetest meanest thing ever."

Mutters "Go off The Ball, go off" while Riz was in a different dimension from him (yelling at Vraz in hell)

Said he didn't worry about his father as he was thriving, but he missed him. When told he could get word to him, originally assumed Bill would be busy, then agreed but asked Hangman not to be needy about it, then tried to pretend that he was cool either way and that he didn't need it and it wouldn't fill him with joy, then admitted that it would fill him with joy, and finally just asking "yes please do it"

Likes a warm hot tub due to it being better for his skin and he can stay in there longer

(Multiple quotes can be found in the dialogue link below)

Hangman

His presence (a devil) closed the portal to hell, seperating him from Fabian. He could still talk to Fabian telepathically, but freaked out. When asked to turn it down, he replied "I can't turn it down, I'm sad!"

Said that the portal was created for the dark tribunal and afterwards the devils are required to deposite them from where they came from

Gave Gilear his mark by making his eyes glow dark red pinpricks and etching an infernal ruin of blood and fire on his forehead

Got pissed off over Gilear having to ride on him, but did it to stop his complaining. Meanwhile, Riz also road on him (with a "Huzzah!") and Fig tired a rope around him so she could wakeboard on her skateboard behind him

Approved of Riz hissing at Gilear

Said the souls falling into The Bottomless Pit were evil and of murderers, theives, and liars

Got the tribunal to allow them to stay at The Bottomless Pit (as Fig was both Gortholax's daughter and she had passage there) instead of prison

When he was told only Fig was going to go in the hot tub, he pouted and said "I want to go too!"

Offered to send word to Bill Seacaster for Fabian

Gilear

Made fratatas (with both spinach and kale) immediately, but they all got very cold due to the teens being away for hours (were so cold that they thought he put them in the freezer)

He was not "the face" when he worked in Fallenel at the elven counsel (where he said he was a glorified paralegal), but was still an expert in international and interplaner law

When Fig told him that it was his moment and she needed him, he immediately replied with "Nope!". He eventually gave his word to help, but was confused about how they got into trouble in Arborly, discovering the trial was both in hell ("what? what? oh no.") and delivered by a really keyed up woman who was probably working through something ("I...what have you done?")

From Adaine's jacket, was given a barrister wig from Fig ("None of the cultures I've worked for use these wigs"), a gavel from Kristen, and a black robe from Adaine

Found that the subpoena had no clause concerning ther souls, but hell would send people to get Fig if she didn't go

Wears boat shoes and had a powerful aura of disease coming from his feet (again Gilear DOCTOR! or have a healer greater restore!)

His bald spot was hit by a bit of fire before a blast of fire hit him and knocked him out, setting his wig on fire. He was healed by Riz, but left with burns.

Was given the Mark of The Hangman, which was an infernal ruin of blood and fire etched on his forehead which caused a red force field to appear that protected him from the fire as long as he was with The Hangman

Noticed how Fig was acting (library card behind ear) and started asking her questions, but she dodged them until Riz confronted him about his confidence and got him to confess "I got confidence because Sandra Lynn asked to sleep with me and I said no!" Said that he and Sandra Lynn talking until morning and towards the end she made an offer, he said "No. Thank you", and everyone was still happy and fine afterwards

Told Riz he was very scary and intense sometimes, resulting in Riz hissing at him

Did not actually help during the trial due to fear.

(Has multiple quotes in dialogue link.)

Sandra Lynn

Covered for the teens messaging by talking about finding where Adaine's mom entered the forest as the teens nodded along

Had to explain to her daughter that her and Gilear slept together, but she could have gotten the Kalina disease anytime in the last 3 years and Gilear wouldn't have been infected ("I love you. It's weird. Sorry for all this weird info.")

On Kristen attempting to handcuff her "So help me god Kristen Applebees. I understand that I work for you, but so help... wow."

No longer with Jawbone, but ended on good terms

Was very kind to Gilear the first night in Arborly. She offered to sleep with him at one point and was turned down.

When she asked what the teens were messaging about (dusk moss), Kristen said Spring Break and suggested Sandra Lynn have a spa day with a hot tub soak and a massage with cucumbers on her eyes. Gorgug suggested cucumbers on her ears. Fabian said they should get the weird gnomes to pound her (dear god Fabian! XD) with Kristen saying "gnomes all over your body", Adaine adding that they would walk on her back, and Fabian adding that the little shoe bells would be meditative

Ragh

Asked for a lost spring from the tinkerers

Wears a size 17.5 shoe (quote in dialogue link)

Was paranoid about buying dusk moss (ARE YOU A COP!?), but after Crumpkin's reaction, he grabbed Fabian and Gorgug's arms and said "I think drugs are legal here"

Took a solid chunk of dusk moss and was found staring at his hand ("My hand is just little animal on the end of your arm")

Came into the van later, shirtless and looking like he'd sweat ten gallons. Said "Everything in the world is connected", (on Adaine thinking of trying it) "Adaine, for real? I can never be anxious again because I don't even know if I can ever be fully in my body again.", and (response to Fabian saying it sounds scary) "No no. I'm part of the universe dude" before drinking a glass of water and going off to go to bed.

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Gnomes

Crumpkin Springbill

Head Tinkerer of the Tinkerer's Hall of Arborly

Confused as to why anybody would be mad about people buying or using dusk moss

Told Gorgug that it would take a long time and a lot of materals to build a cell tower

Size 5 shoes (but likes a little toe room) with curled toes so he can puts little bells on them (sounds like the general style of shoes for the gnomes there as well)

Said hello to Zelda enthusiastically over a video call

Polly Pullypad and Osmand Wobbletrouble

Accidentally flew into where they stacked all the old pots and pans (Polly)

Brought Gorgug his altered shoes back and bowed to Gorgug

Asked to examine Gorgug's crystal in exchange for the spring shoes (Osmand)

Suggested they try to skip building a cell tower and connect directly to a satellite

(Unnamed Twins)

Shallower cone hats with tufts of fur on the ends of springs

Took gorgug shoes off his feet

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Devils

Vraz the Mean

Sarcastic erinyes with a +13 insight and a beautiful but uncannoy vally porcelain face with a beauty mark

When Fig and Kristen asked if she could leave the door open so they could follow "Are you guys having a fun time? BECAUSE YOU SEEM PRETTY FUCKING GLIB! Keep your sass to yourself!", but still left the door open

Got hissed at by Riz a lot (multiple quotes in dialogue)

Said she is having a bad time between her title (Vraz The Mean), species (Erinyes), running hell, and her title (Arch Secretary)

Called the tribunal into order (with her two co-jurors in a room with a small 3 seat judges bench), stating that it concerned the issue of Gortholax's infernal negligence

Tried to call her boss Blozo, but he couldn't come due to traffic

Found that being trapped in a gem counted as extenuating circumstances and he would not be punished, but they needed a new regnant for the Bottomless Pit so they called a recess while they consulted the bylaws.

Yelled at Fig for asking for help after the recess saying (in a durr voice) " *points at temple* Do you know what words mean!? Do you know what words mean!? *jacking off motion* Huh?"

Was going to imprison "the mortals", but was convinced by Hangman to put them under house arrest at The Bottomless Pit

Kystrona (Ky-stron-ah) The Chained

Vaguely humanoid figure that is just like

A person with chains coiled where arms would be as well as the torso and head, making a massive mound of chains

Moved with a lot of strain (including trying to shrug) and voice is muffled from all the chains

Lorzug (lore-zug) The Impaled

Bone thin naked person with incredibly pale skin and translucent vains all over

Impaled through the stomach about 10 feet up a jet black iron spike as they kick and scream

Only responded with screams

Retch Rot

Tiny blood red imp with a scorpion tail summoned by Fig's blood (calls her mistress)

Might look like a red Boggy with really long legs for his size (Ally wondered if he looked like "a really famous mouse", including suspenders, but I personally give Emily's description more weight as she is in fact in hell as Fig)

Valet to Fig while in the Bottomless Pit

Wanted to show them to their quarters and the many doors of The Bottomless Pit (but had to make it clear that the doors were just rooms in the pit and not portals)

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height: 7′8″ weight: 350 lbs ethnicity: Japanese occupation: Storm God gender: Male sexual identification: Aromantic Pansexual romantic identification: Lithromantic myers briggs type: n/a alignment: Neutral 

ｓｐｅｃｉｆｉｃｓ –

favorite food: yaki soba, tamagoyaki, and unadon favorite drink: Tea.Whiskey straight. favorite brand: Doesn’t have anything specific.  favorite hobby: Watching humankind, overseeing crops and lands. favorite artist: Anything Classical. favorite musician: Anything Classical. favorite scent: Lavender, cherries, the earth after it’s been rained on. favorite person: His daughters.

ｒａｎｄｏｍ –

list ten facts about your muse:

Susano’o is open about pretty much anything. He has moments when he doesn’t divulge things, but he’s honest to a fault. If you ask something and he understands, then he’ll be blunt.k

He keeps a tight rein on his emotions because if he gets angry, he causes hurricanes and tsunamis and terrible storms.

There isn’t a moment when he’s not opposed to helping others. He might complain but honestly, if you pray to him ( even if it’s for something he deems unnecessary ) then he will try his best to grant that wish.

He has a set of wings that are feathery in nature but honestly, each feather is as sharp as steel and he can use those feathers as mini daggers.

Susano’o possesses many powers, telepathy, the ability to teleport and phase through things as though it’s water. He can also throw lightning but hasn’t done that in so long so he doesn’t dare let his temper get so bad that he’s invoked to do so.

He’s often very gloomy, but honestly it’s because he’s lost in things he didn’t do right. He lives in regrets so it’s hard for him to move past things.

He’s incredibly polite. And he will stay so even when provoked. Unless he’s ready to murder someone, he probably will do his best not to curse, but it happens sometimes. 

He’s ancient, so sometimes the things he says sound so medieval. This also means that any slang is lost on him, as are endearments.medieval.

Though his eye color is indigo, when he’s angry, you can see the storm clouds rolling in his gaze.

He wields a tanto and a wakizashi when he engages in battle.

list five things they like: sleeping, baths, seeing people smile, sweets, warm tea. list five things they dislike:  bullying, when people talk at him, shopping for clothing, mushy grapes and bruised pears common words / phrases that annoy them?: damn. he loves that word. personality types they prefer:  he doesn’t have any. he’s quiet and moody by nature but doesn’t mind other personalities. personality types they avoid: he hates cowards, period. what do you find different ( or distinct ) about your portrayal?:  idk, susano’o is himself. i can’t even say what’s different.

[cryptid-binches-blog]

6th Period Deathwish -i-

Hello! So this is the first chapter thing of our book. We're excited to post this, and thanks for reading uwu

Warnings: Cursing.

Word Count: 1,452

× <- the x means time skip

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The cafeteria inside of Hauntly High School was bustling with students. Demons, fae, cat-girls… Every type of cryptid you could image was packed into the loud room. Sitting at a table near the windows was one of the most chaotic groups.

“BOB! You can't eat an orange whole!” A tall girl with crown floating above her head stared at Bob in disbelief and disappointment.

“I can if I believe, Faith!”

A disturbing sound was heard as the creature swallowed the fruit. He grinned triumphantly, looking at the demigod as his stomach made angry sounds.

The goat demon sitting next to him grinned and banged an apple, most likely having the letters ‘OWO’ written on it, against the table. Everybody groaned in annoyance. This was a daily occurrence.

“If you throw up in class later, it is NOT my fault!” The girl rolled her eyes at him.

As soon as she had said this, Bob had jumped up from the table holding his stomach. He made a noise that vaguely sounded like an, ‘Oh shit.’ and sprinted to the bathroom.

“Dumbass…” She sighed.

“I mean, hey, technically he could do it... It just didn't end well.” A girl with blue-tinted skin and sharp teeth said. “Although, it's impressive how fast he yeeted himself to the bathroom this time!”

“You know I didn't mean he couldn't actually do it, I meant it was a terrible idea. And yeah, I think he made record time.”

“Well, I'm proud! It's kinda impressive.” Grinned the healer of the group, Blake. He took a bite of his sandwich and scanned the lunch line.

“Where's Greg?”

A moment later, the group heard somebody yelling as they ran towards the table.

“HEY, my seat!” A pink male exclaimed. It seemed that his feathers were ruffled. Literally.

“Greg, you move your feet, you lose the seat.” said Caleia, the only human of the group. This earned her a dirty look from the flamingo hybrid who was attempting to shove himself onto the bench.

“I told Lea to save it for me!” Huffed Greg, glaring at the shapeshifter, as he finally shimmied into the seat.

“Yeah. And I didn't. Oops?” Lea went to speak again, but stopped short as Bob came back.

“How was puking your guts out?” She asked him, giving him the ‘You're an idiot.’ look. Just as the creature was about to speak, the siren sitting to the left of Lea grimaced.

“Don't talk about it,” the poofy-haired female warned Bob.

“...Anyways, I think the bell is about to ring.” As Faith said this, the ear-splitting shriek of the bell was heard.

×

Just as sixth period was ending, screaming could be heard throughout the hallways. Students looked around, confused, trying to find the source. A teacher started shoving their way through the crowd, yelling, “CODE FLESH! CODE FLESH! Students, retreat back into your classrooms! Security will handle this!”

All at once, everybody started screaming all at once. Chaos was normal at Hauntly, but this? A code flesh hadn’t happened since Caleia arrived in sophomore year.

Thankfully, the group’s 6th period classes were in the same hall. Everybody assembled in the corridor, trying not to get trampled by students who were sprinting back to their classrooms.

“Okay, Faith, what the hell do we do?” Questioned Raquel, as a security guard noticed that they weren’t running to safety. He started speed walking towards them, causing everybody to run into into the next hallway, not wanting to get put in a classroom when they could be helping.

Blake spoke up. “I think that somebody got hurt, and as my duty as a Shaman I’ll go heal them!” He ran off to find the trouble. A few moments later, another round of screaming was heard, but this time it wasn’t from a student. A man was shouting out in pain.

“GET OUT, YOU CRUSTY THOT.” Screeched a familiar demon, Jean, her black hair flying around as she beat the intruder within an inch of his life. The man was surely going to have bruises.

Faith rolled her eyes, running over the the scene to assist Jean, while also making sure she doesn't land a jail sentence for murder.

“Holy hell, Jean is really goin’ at it, isn't she?” Mumbled Lea, getting ready to shift into a multi-armed monster to keep the human from escaping. After Jean and Faith are done beating him, of course.

“Hell yeah! Can I join them?” The slightly terrifying goat demon popped up behind them.

“Yeah!” Jean said, as the human had somehow adopted an even more terrified look.

“Knock yourself out, Aaron,” Faith stepped back, pulling Jean with her. “Just don't get sent to jail. I've had to bail y'all out too many times.”

“Yeah, yeah… whatever you say.” An inhuman screech that could be heard from probably 20 miles away filled the school. Nobody could tell if it was Aaron or the intruder, but honestly, nobody wanted to know.

×

In the Hades County Jail, even the guards could be seen cringing at Faith’s ‘disappointed parent’ tone of voice.

“HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THIS?!”  

The group inside the cell shared a horrified look. Faith was scarier than the devil themself when upset.

“You DON'T have to BEAT THE CRIMINAL until he's in a NEAR COMATOSE STATE.” The demigod seethed. You could practically see the steam coming from her floating crown. Greg, Raquel, Caleia, and Blake were all standing behind Faith, each with a different expression on their face. Lea was the first one to speak up, timid.

“Technically, I didn't beat him to a bloody pulp… I kinda just restrained him so Aaron and Jean could…”

“Lea. If they would've killed him you'd be an accessory to murder. You still helped them!”

“Yeah, but still. I didn't, like, do whatever sorcery shit Bob did to him. What was it? Possession?” Bob shrugged. “Whatever.”

“You still helped! How many times do I need to

repeat that holding someone down so somebody else can beat them up is a crime!” She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, muttering, “How the hell do I even deal with you lot?”

“You don't. You just deal with Lea and Jean. We're part of the package though!” Bob grinned confidently. Faith raised her eyebrows and glared threateningly at him.

“Pfffft, I don't think now is the time to be back talking your mother.” A new male walked in and leaned on the cell bars, taunting everyone inside.

Faith shifted her gaze over to him, “Reno, keep talking like that and you'll be in there with them.”

“Wouldn't it be… You in there with them…?” He hesitantly questioned.

She smirked, and simply said, “I have my ways.”

“Okay, that is absolutely terrifying. Now, uhh, I came to help bail them out? I'm guessing. If we could, um,” He looked at the guards, “Do this before my girlfriend puts me in jail, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.”

The guard closest to the group stepped up, sighing, knowing that this would absolutely  happen again within three months.

“Alright, Ms.Thompson…” Mumbled the tall woman, clearly exhausted. “Sign here, and the payment is either 1/42000 of your soul, or 350 dollars. Your choice.”

Faith sighed, mulling it over. 1/42000 of a soul didn't mean much. 350 dollars could buy a lot.

“Yeah, I'll do a soul payment,” She said, glaring at the group in the cell. “Let's get this over with…”

The guard quietly said something that nobody else in the room could understand, grapsed Faith's hand, and shook it. Faith's eyes turned completely white momentarily, and she shivered as the guard let go.

“Free to go.” Unlocking the cell, she sighed. “Until next time…”

Lea, Bob, Aaron, and Jean shuffled out of the cell, while Faith continued to glare.

“Somebody owes me 1/42000 of a soul.” She deadpanned.

The four glanced at each other. Aaron and Jean were demons, meaning they didn't have souls to give. Nobody knew if Bob had room for a soul in his body. Everyone knew Reno would volunteer if his soul hadn't been split into pieces a few years ago.

“Oh, no, no, no. I only have like 75 percent of my soul left.” Lea said, raising her arms in defense.

“How the fuck have you already spent that much of your soul?!” Greg and Raquel screeched at the same time.

“I… Yeah, nope. Not talking about that today. I'll pay you back later, Faith.” She sighed, wanting to just go home and sleep.

Just as Faith was about to say something else, Caleia shouted, “Can we go get some food? I'm starving!”

Everyone nodded in agreement and walked outside, packing into the minivan.