#um. kind of long. sorry guys got a little carried away

[protosymphonette]

weapon ideas for ray. originally i gave her a plasma pistol but those kind of are bad and i didn't want her to suck too hard combat wise+arcade has a plasma weapon and i didn't want to step on his toes too much

i wanted her ranged weapon to be something the securitrons utilize since i think she would be largely strip-based so i went with an smg (12.7mm so it's on-par with other companion weapons damage-wise) a laser weapon would probably fit more considering it's a securitron weapon+"raygun" name pun. but laser pistols are also kind of bad and i wanted her to have a "smaller" weapon so no laser rifle

i had a tough time choosing what i'd want her melee weapon to be considering i didn't think any nv weapons fit her vibe- but then i remembered fo3's chinese officer sword & the saying "the pen is mightier than the sword" and everything sort of fell into place (i know the companion weapons in fnv don't have unique names shhh)

[lilysaus]

frankly dear incorrect quotes because these losers have infected my brain

long post ahead (i got carried away and made more than i meant to lmao)

Eddie: Talk dirty to me~

Frank: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.

Eddie: Wha-

Frank: The economy is in shambles.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

Eddie: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.

Frank, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: Are you trying to seduce me?

Eddie: Why, are you seducible?

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Eddie: Do you want to know your gay name

Frank: My... my gay name?

Eddie: Yeah, it's your first name-

Frank: Haha. Very funny Eddie-

Eddie: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Frank: Oh- oh my god.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Frank: Okay.

Eddie: And make out during the scary parts.

Frank: Th-

Frank: The scary parts.

Frank: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Frank: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Eddie: I said within reason, Frank. How about I murder that guy?

Frank: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Eddie: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Frank: You always act stupid.

Frank:

Frank: Wait...

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: I fell—

Eddie: From heaven?

Frank: No, I literally fell—

Eddie: In love with me the moment you saw me?

Frank: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Eddie: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: Eddie and I are no longer dating.

Eddie: Frank, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Eddie: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Frank: But you’re always acting stupid?

Eddie: ...

Eddie: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Eddie: It was autocorrect.

Frank: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Eddie: Yes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: Did it hurt when you fell-

Eddie: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Frank: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Eddie: ...

Frank: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: Frank is playing hard to get.

Eddie: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Frank: Aww-

Eddie: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: Goodnight to the love of my life, Eddie, and fuck the rest of y'all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: I think I'm falling for you.

Frank: Then get up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Eddie: Oh. We're going out?

Frank: Wh...

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Eddie: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.

Frank: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: Do you love me?

Frank: We’re literally married.

Eddie: Yeah, but as friends or—

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: Hey, Frank, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Frank: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Eddie: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Frank: Can't really say I have.

Eddie: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Frank: Sorry, Eddie. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie: I’m in love with you.

Frank: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Eddie: I know.

Frank: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

[tripleglitchwriting]

Kinesthesis 3

Jazz/Prowl/HumanReader first contact AU

Part 2

I am so sorry this took so long 😭 but I finally got something out! This was written over the course of multiple months so if it’s inconsistent that’s why. Over my impromptu hiatus I’ve grown as a writer and as a person so that will probably change the way this story goes, but not to worry! I still plan on carrying on with this fic.

Be aware that I may not remember things about that last two chapters before this because it’s been a while. If you find any mistakes, let me know!

Also, thank you to the anons that encouraged me to keep going! This one goes out to you.

So, now you have quite a few problems. Not only were the ‘robots’ alive, they were also obviously damaged and asking for your help. Your help. Of all people. You still didn’t know where they came from, if someone was piloting them, how they got here, what that blue liquid was, or why one of them only made weird metallic scratching sounds. That one in particular really freaked you out when it first started ‘speaking’. At the time, you immediately assumed there was a metal demon somewhere coming to eat you.

Instead of that, they were just giant robots asking for your help in the middle of asscrack nowhere. Very simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

“I’m… going to get to work.” You told the one apparently named ‘Prowl’. He didn’t make any sputtering noises at you this time, so you took that as your go-ahead.

He was huge. Well, you knew that, but it was still jarring. You had to literally climb him to get to his wounds. Delicately placing your rag to the injured spot on his neck, you could feel the pump of something akin to a heart under the metal. Now that was weird. Wait, maybe it was just a fuel pump of somesort. He couldn’t… it couldn't have an actual heartbeat, right? Robots don’t have heartbeats.

That isn’t possible.

After a bit of cleaning up blue liquid and trying not to cut yourself on shards of metal, a realization dawned on you. These guys were more complicated than you thought. Really, a robot shouldn’t have this much… everything. They shouldn’t have half of whatever parts are in them. What kind of coding was driving them anyway? What fuel did they even use? The blue stuff?

Oh, who are you kidding. They aren’t robots. They can’t be. They can’t just be robots. They fell from the sky, of course they can’t be robots! Your heart picked up its already erratic pace, yet even with shaky hands, your work took priority.

Soon after there wasn’t a hole in Prowl anymore. Not one on his neck, anyway. You counted that as a win. But seeing as there were way more lacerations, dents, and cuts all over both of them, you definitely had the rest of your work cut out for you.

Simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

—---------------------

Jazz, with his sight still mostly busted, anxiously awaited some sort of indicator that the person helping them was actually patching up Prowl. They seemed pretty stunned earlier. Scared. He had assumed they’d run away and get help. That would be a more reasonable reaction, right?

Obviously it was probably better that they didn’t, this was a completely new planet after all. They’d be scrap if it weren’t for this random person helping them out. This person that is native to this new planet. With… no knowledge of Cybertronian biology- oh scrap. This person had no idea what they were doing!

“W – it! Wa– a - i!” Staticy, barely understandable garble came out of his vocalizer. He heard a tiny peep out of the little guy and a kind of ‘hrmph’ from Prowl.

“What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?” They squeaked in a comically high-pitch tone. “I- I’m sorry, I- know mechanics but this is kind of different and I don’t want to hurt anybody I just-”

“Y- yo- u kno- me- c– nics?”

“Um, yeah, it’s what I do. For school.”

“S- – -ry f’r t--e frig–t, I’m j-st co– m– in’ to–my–sen s- s- ses, an’ rel-i’ed wher– we ar’... an’ I don’ kn- kn- kn- – -w… ca—n– ya- re- – -y fi- x us?”

“O- oh, n- now yo- -y questi- on it?” Prowl commented from the sidelines. Jazz deliberately ignored him.

“I mean, I can, I just need some time to figure everything out… i- it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“W- Wha-t’s’t sayi- in- ing?”

“A- askin’ i- if it- it- it- hu- – -ts.”

“O- of co- rs’ it h-urts!”

“Wait, what’s he saying?”

Jazz cringed for a moment, realizing just how taxing it’s going to be on him to keep translating. Of course, he decided to use it to his advantage. Why not have some fun in the face of certain death?

“H- he s’ys h’s t—ckl’sh.”

“Oh, um, okay. Does that mean you guys can’t feel pain? Like, can I go harder with this? I have some power tools I can use back in—” Okay. Bad plan.

“N- N- N-O we C- – -N Fe’L It!”

“Oh, um, can or can’t?”

“C- C- C- C- CAAIIIEEEZZZZzzzt!” His vocalizer gave off a pointedly unpleasant sound just before shorting out.

“Is that… should I know what that means?” Jazz took a second to reset his vocalizer.

“N- n- n- o… b- b’t w– fe’l pa’n… i–t h- – -rts…”

“Can feel pain, got it. Um, is your voice okay? I can try fixing it… if that’s a thing I can fix…?” As much as he appreciated the gesture, Jazz wasn’t ready for that kind of operation.

“N- n - o thn’ks.”

“Alright… I’m gonna keep going here then.”

It was then, nearly offline, cut off from most forms of communication, on a completely alien planet, that Jazz realized this might be a little bit too much to handle.

“Y- y- you—re an ‘di—ot.”

“M- ay’e… bu— ‘least I c’n t- t- ta-k to ou- fr’nd ‘ere.”

“It’s Wh—lja’k, o- of c-cou’se I d- di—-nnooowoowOWW!” Jazz heard a loud crash followed by a tiny scream.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, what did I do? I- I didn’t know, oh my god…”

“Wh—t? —at ‘appe— d?!”

“I- I’m sorry, I think I hit something, I’m so sorry!”

“Pr—ler? P—owl!?”

He got a groan in response. A groan and a new, distinct, clear sound.

“—bbzzzt —- bzzzt ——tobots! This is Optim— —ime. If yo- can hear thi-, heed my call. The Arc is inoperable. Most of you are scattered across an alien world. While I do not know where the Decepticons have landed, I can confirm they are on the planet with us. Do not lose hope here, my friends. For the fate of Cybertron and the remaining Autobots rests in your capable servos. Attached to this message are the coordinates to the Arc, I will be waiting for you there. Good luck—- bzzzt —— bzzzt—-!”

The three sat in silence. While he couldn’t see the hologram that was most likely coming from Prowl’s projector, he heard what the message contained. They were safe. Optimus was safe. And he once again had a goal to achieve.

“Wh- what the hell was that!?”

“Th’nk Pri—us…” Prowl whispered.

“It -as… a- a- f- fri—nd.”

“Oh, okay. What did your friend say?”

“Th— w- we ha— so—me-here t- be.” Jazz attempted to move his body, but was once again denied. “W- we n- n- ne—d to g—-!”

“Hey, woah woah woah! You are not well enough to get up yet! I haven’t even started patching you up!”

“Aau—augh! I- I- kn— Ratc— uh, I- I- I kno—“

“Settle down. I- I’ll be as fast as I can, alright?”

Jazz huffed in halfhearted agreement. Prowl, on the other hand…

—---------------------

He thought this was an incredible waste of their time. Oh, sure, he needed to be fixed, but he was doing just fine now and he did not need help from a mysterious stranger he couldn’t understand. How could he, Prowl of Petrex, need the help of a tiny little creature like this one? There was no such need. The only need he had was to get himself and Jazz functional again, report back to Optimus, and win the war.

He tried to get up. After about half a second of metal creaking, unconscious groaning, and a little squeak from his benefactor, his body gave out. His spark burned with a searing mixture of frustration and stress as he tried to clench a servo. But of course he couldn’t. Of course he was stuck. Injured, vulnerable, and useless. But still, Optimus needed him. Needed them. So he needed to get up!

“C- cal- m d- do— n Pr—‘er… ye’ sca- a- rin’ ‘em…” He could hear panicked chittering from somewhere on top of him. He had half a mind to shoo the thing away, but even if he could raise his servo, he knew this was his only hope. He would never admit that, obviously, but deep in his spark he knew.

He didn’t respond to Jazz. He didn’t need to. He just focused on the little twinge of pain somewhere atop his chassis and a wound being sealed. A familiar feeling. Not too familiar, not like this, but enough to be comforting.

He imagined the medbay in the Arc. That time when they defeated the enemy and no one had to die. They won, and everyone cheered and celebrated and did whatever people do to express joy during a war.

He was unconscious for cycles. Just because nobody died doesn’t mean nobody was hurt. And he was really, really hurt. But it didn’t matter, not even to him. Moments like that are rare, after all. When one could rejoice without mourning the loss of a friend. He’d only expected Ratchet or First Aid to stay with him during that time. Who wouldn’t want to celebrate the spoils of victory? No one is willing to give up a moment of solace like that. No one is stupid enough to pass up the opportunity for happiness. Except Jazz.

Jazz stayed with him the whole time. He stayed by his bedside, refusing to leave once the required surgery was over. He brought glasses of energon for both of them. To share.

Prowl didn’t wake up then. He missed the party and the congratulations and the relief. He missed Jazz telling him stories and about his day. He missed when the rest of the crew stopped by to check on him. When he did finally come out of stasis, Jazz wasn’t there. Not of his own volition, but because he passed out on the floor due to exhaustion. They both got a long lecture about taking care of themself from Ratchet when it was over.

And Jazz is there, now, still with him. Bleeding out and broken, but still there. And Prowl was powerless to help him. His HUD sang one final message in his head before it went suddenly silent, and he fell helplessly into the deep abyss of stasis.

[burgojo]

jeon jungkook ♡ series masterlist

wc. 2k

tags. smut | dom top!m!reader, in an alleyway, exhibitionism + getting caught, jealousy, rough sex, biting, crying

thursdays at a nightclub – most would expect a half-alive sort of creature, mostly empty and a little dull. but the nights never sleep and neither do its people, and the building is warm with electric bodies and the sweet, heady scent of spilt alcohol.

jungkook squeezes out of the crowd on the dance floor, releasing a lungful of thick air as he meanders towards the bar. he'd lost you a few minutes ago, and nothing was as fun as grinding on his boyfriend in a dark room full of strangers. he takes a seat and orders a drink.

not a second later, a presence slides up behind him. "what's a looker like you doin' all alone?"

his welcoming smile vanishes. that's not you. he glances over his shoulder at the young man, who looks so generically attractive that jungkook feels as if he's an instagram filter become reality.

he turns away, disinterested. he scans the crowds. "i'm not alone. here with my boyfriend."

"really? where?"

there's a grating smugness to his words. he's probably never had anyone say no to him before. "we got separated. this place is pretty big."

the guy hums, leaning against the bar next to jungkook. "that's true. he probably won't find you for ten minutes, maybe more. not thinking of spending all that time sittin' alone at the bar with just a whiskey to warm you, are you?"

"i am, actually."

"well, maybe i could interest you in something else," he suggests, "to pass the time."

jungkook lifts the glass to his lips, throwing it back. he hisses at the pleasant burn. "yeah, no. i'd rather watch paint dry."

"oh, i'm not that bad," he jests. his fingers slide over jungkook's bicep, gorgeously accentuated by the neckline of his black racerback tank. it's fitted and cropped – he did it himself – and shows off his tight stomach and defined apollo's belt. "you wouldn't even have to look at me, y'know. those hands of yours would make a nice necklace, don't you think?"

he glances down at his many silver rings and bracelets. "oh. oh. uh, i don't think you're reading me right. um, i don't swing that way."

the man's brows furrow. "what? you said you had a boyfriend."

"i do." jungkook clears his throat, carefully sliding off of the barstool. the other man's eyes follow him up; jungkook has a few inches over him. "i, uh..."

"there you are, baby. thought i'd never see your face again."

jungkook positively lights up at the sound of your voice, smooth and pleasant. it's the kind of voice that cuts through boardroom chatter like a hot knife through butter, carrying with it a natural, easy assertiveness that ceos wish they had.

"hyung," he coos, giggling as you drape an arm over his shoulder and tangle that hand in his long, messy curls, tugging slightly to press your lips to his cheek. he lets you move him around like a doll, grinning up at you adoringly. "hi."

"hi," you reply, amused. your eyes flicker over to the other man, whose face is slowly turning red. your eyes narrow slightly. "sorry, i don't think we've met. i'll be stealing him for a minute."

you're usually so polite – but this time, you didn't even add an 'if you don't mind' to that second sentence. jungkook nibbles on his lower lip. are you angry? are you angry at him?

"hyung?" he asks when you lead him outside into the alley, the cool breeze soothing his hot skin. "what's up?"

you turn on him. his eyes widen. "he was flirting with you, wasn't he?"

"what?" he fumbles. "w-well, i mean, yeah, but you know i wasn't gonna do anything if that's what you're worried about—"

"i don't care about that." something in the back of jungkook's mind swoons at the knowledge that you're so secure in his affections for you that it doesn't bother you in the slightest. you lean in, pressing a hand against the rough brick wall and pinning him in. his heart begins to race. "i care that he thought you were available. all this skin you're showing and not a single mark defining you as mine?" a slight growl marks that last word. jungkook gasps softly. "we'll have to fix that."

"now?" jungkook stammers, glancing around. the alley's dark, and the streets on either side are mostly quiet. a few haggard-looking youths stumble by every so often. "but what if someone sees? my dignity, hyung, you're gonna rip it to shreds."

"i'm 'gonna'?" you lift a brow, eyes glittering. "you sound as if you want this."

he swallows. "i – i do, i always do, but i don't want anyone getting an eyeful of my ass..." he hooks his fingers through your belt loops. "that's just for you, hyung-ah."

you hum, leaning in. you press your lips against his and he moans softly, tugging your hips flush against his. "that's right, baby. you're just for me. all this..." you squeeze his ass roughly over his black cargo pants and he whimpers out a moan, arching his spine into your touch. "all mine. why?"

"'cause you fuck me the best," he gasps, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as your hot kisses travel down his jaw and collar. his cock stirs. "you fuck me so well, baby. i could never want anyone else when i have you. i belong to you – hey!"

you yank his teasingly tight pants down over his thighs, pinning him in place easily with your own body. he's already half-hard – has been for the last hour in the club – and you hum appreciatively, gently turning him over. he obliges, arching his spine as he gazes watchfully over his shoulder, pink lips parted and palms pressed against the wall.

your hand runs over the tight silver-ringed harness that cradles his chest and shoulders and emphasises his tiny little waist. you nearly growl at the sight, nails digging into his skin.

he presses his ass into the front of your pants, round eyes sparkling with anticipation. "you're being so rough," he breathes as you nip at his neck just below his ear, tugging the fitted neck of his top down to reveal more of him. "did that really touch something tender? ah!"

he jerks as your teeth clip his soft skin, indenting the shape of your teeth as a red bruise. his heartbeat thuds faster as your palms glide over the mounds of his chest, perfectly sculpted by his tight shirt and harness, and dance over his cock to stroke his sensitive inner thighs. they tense under your touch.

he's wearing a pair of tiny black jocks with a rainbow elastic that cups his ass. you stifle a laugh, trying not to break character.

"what?" he mumbles, blushing. "shut the fuck up. they're cute."

"oh, i agree." you give them a light smack and he moans sharply at the impact. "wonder what that guy would think if he saw you in these – if he saw how pretty you are, spreading your legs for me..." one hand strokes his taut stomach, passing below his hips to cup the cute bubble in his jocks. he whines softly as you squeeze. "be a good boy and keep quiet for me, yeah?"

he nods feebly, gnawing on his lower lip. you've barely done anything and yet he already feels ragged, his skin scorching and tight.

something hot and thick prods his asshole. he slaps a hand over his mouth as you snap your hips forward, burying yourself so deep in him that he sees stars, the burning stretch achingly good. "mmph—!"

you hush him softly, holding him steady as he trembles in your arms. the hot weight of your body pinning his into the rough, cold alley wall is almost mind-numbing. "that's my good boy... halfway there. my good boy takes cock so well, doesn't he?"

whining softly, he nods fiercely, gasping out a shaky moan as you press your hips tight against his ass. "mhm, mhm, i do – ah! you're just s-so big, 'm close, so close—"

 "already?" your hips smack quick and rough against his ass, the lube making things wet and messy. he shoves his hand between his teeth and claws at the wall, the thick head of your cock grinding into his prostate and gliding against it with each thrust. "i just put it in, baby."

"s-sorry," he squeaks, his breathing haggard as his eyes dart between the ends of the alleyway. the headlights of a car rumble by and he clenches around you, eliciting a deep groan that rattles his spine and echoes in his head. "s-someone's gonna see – fuck, right there – h-hyung, they're gonna see—!"

"they will if you keep squealing your pretty head off," you grunt, gaze trained on the join between your bodies. his ass ripples, bouncing off of your hips with wet smacks, and arousal flames through your veins. you grab his wrists and pin them to the wall beside his head. "but you're so much tighter than usual – s'almost hard to fuck ya," you chuckle breathlessly. "you like this, don't you, my good boy? do you want someone to see the way you're crying on my cock?"

tears prick his eyes. you're right. his heart threatens to pound out of his ribs. he sniffles, moans high and airy. "n-no, i don't, 'm your good boy – please, sir, s-slow down—!"

his hips snap forward with a sharp cry as your cock slams into his guts. his vision whites out and his head spins, his body hot and sweaty even in the cool night, and he melts.

he arches his spine, throwing himself roughly back onto your cock and babbling for more. his hair bounces quickly, sticking to his temples, and his thighs shake violently as he comes into his jocks, sniffling and whimpering with hot tears streaking down his cheeks.

he's so messy. so embarrassed. he's acting like a slut. he squeezes his eyes shut and gulps back his loud moans, turning them into gasped whines and heavy pants as your dick scrapes his insides so wonderfully, filling him up like no one else ever could.

"sir – hyung," he babbles, melting into your hot kisses a little more with each harsh thrust, "hyung, hyung! please—!"

in the alleyway, the indent of the doorway you're hiding yourself in swings open. a familiar sleek face greets you, a cigarette between the lips.

it falls to the ground.

you yank jungkook's hips back onto your cock and he squeals, whimpering in shock and embarrassment as you fill him up right then and there. his huge, teary eyes stare back at you, his shaky hands pushing meekly at your stomach in an effort to get you to pull out, but you just step closer, forcing his body still as cum drips down his inner thigh from his jockstrap.

you tilt your head at the man who once, not too long ago, threw himself at jungkook, expecting to walk away in the morning with a satisfying ache between his legs. a tug on jungkook's long hair reveals the collar of dark, bruising hickeys littering his neck and shoulders.

jungkook moans your name, exhausted, and slumps against the wall, his hands trembling as he tries to steady himself against the cold bricks. you give one final thrust and jungkook keens, practically collapsing into your arms as his knees buckle.

you turn away from the stranger at last, dropping a chaste kiss to the nape of jungkook's neck. he shivers and whines softly, gripping your hips for dear life. you're the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the ground like a stringless marionette.

rapid footsteps. the door slams shut. you hush jungkook, nibbling another hickey into his flushed skin as you slide his pants over his ass.

"such a good boy," you whisper, wiping his tears away with the pad of your thumb. "my good boy, isn't that right?"

after a minute, he nods once, sucking in lungfuls of air as his head gradually clears of the thick fog. he leans back against you, tucking his warm face into the crook of your neck. your arms wrap securely around his waist. "yeah," he whispers vacantly, the tingle of pleasure still zinging through his nerves. "'m hyung's good boy... his..."

he's so cute like this, you think as you stroke his cheek and press a lingering kiss to his bitten lips. walking out of the alley, he grips your hand as if he'll die otherwise, but he decides that it's not close enough and hooks his arm over your shoulder, keeping yours around his bare waist. you help him keep steady on his shaking legs. his rosary of dark hickeys is a public announcement: he is yours, and you are his.

[belles-non-wallpapering-content]

It's a date E.S x FEM! Reader

Overture- Working in the paranormal section of the university library wasn't the best job, but the one person who came down there did manage to brighten your day, even with his needlessly formal demeanor.

CWs- Creepy basements, mention of loss of job

A/N- Day 12! Only like a half hour late, too! Need to celebrate the little things, I guess. Also I have no idea why I like Egon with a librarian reader so much. But this is what I imagine Egon was off doing while Peter and Ray were deciding to start the business.

The paranormal section of the university library was your favorite spot to work. Mostly because it was rarely ever visited. Tucked away in the basement, near the files, you could mostly listen to music and do sorting and shelving work. You really weren’t supposed to listen to music while you worked, but who was going to stop you? Your boss didn’t even come down here, he said it was ‘too creepy’. 

Half way through your shift, and your music was as loud as your headphones would allow. It was the only thing keeping you going in the —admittedly creepy— basement for this long of a shift. That was, until you turned around to grab another box of files, and there he was. The only person who came down here with any consistency, Dr. Egon Spengler. 

He wasn’t a teacher; but the university paid him to do paranormal research, so whenever he needed text to supplement his work, he came down to visit you. You wondered why he never sent a lab assistant, but you figured he must just prefer to do it himself. You weren’t expecting him though, so he definitely startled you, standing with perfect posture while carrying an overwhelming stack of books. 

“God! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come up, we really need to put a bell on you Dr.Spengler.”

“I told you that you can call me Egon, if you prefer.” It's so hard to try and separate your little crush on him from your work if you call him by his first name, though. Nevertheless, you did want to respect his wishes.

“I know, but you’re so formal I feel like I should address you formally.” 

“Well, thank you.” 

“Of course—Egon.” You nodded your head once to show that you were making the correction. 

“So are you looking for anything in particular? Or just returning?” 

“Just returning these.” He gently set down the stack, which was admittedly impressive. If you’d tried to set them down, it would’ve been a lot–louder. 

“Alright.” You gave him a smile and started grabbing the books one by one to get them checked back in. He could’ve easily put them in the return bin upstairs, it was far less out of the way. But you figured it was the same attention to detail that got him to come pick up his own research materials. 

“So what’re you listening to?” 

“Oh—uh, it’s just my work playlist, I’m really not supposed to have headphones in down here, but it gets so quiet. You’re kind of the only one who comes down here.” 

“Well I promise I won’t tell.” 

“Thanks, Egon, I do appreciate it. If you don’t mind me asking why are you returning all of these anyway? It must be everything you have checked out.”

“Yes, myself along with Ray Stantz and Peter Venkman were fired earlier today. So I had to return the books.” 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! That’s rough, isn’t that like, your whole department?”

“The university is no longer interested in pursuing the furthering of scientific development through the paranormal, I suppose. But Peter and Ray seem to be coming up with a plan for us to continue our research.” 

“Well it’s good that you guys have something, I’m going to miss you down here.”

“Well thank you, I think that this will be the part of this job I will miss the most.” 

“Ok, you’re all set.” He gave you a short nod, and you finally let yourself speak before overthinking. 

“Just one more thing Dr. Spengler.” It was too late to take it back now, your mind had caught up, but you’d already started. You were going to ask him out. 

“Um–I haven’t really said anything just because, I try not to do that for the people who are like, in my workspace, but I–like you. So if you would like to go out for coffee or something sometime, here’s my number.” You handed him a sticky note you scrawled your number on while you were talking. 

“Oh, well thank you. I will definitely do that.” He took the sticky note and left, a little piece of you felt deflated at his reaction, he looked a little confused and once he started to leave he quickly walked back over to the counter.

“You did mean as a date, right?” You couldn’t help but laugh, just a little bit. That was the one part you thought you’d been pretty clear about. 

“Yes, like a date.”

“Alright, good. I’ll call you tonight.” “Cool! I’ll talk to you then.” When he did leave, you were grateful that no one else was there. That way no one could see the little dance party you threw yourself for finally asking him out.

[mushyposts]

WOAH! THE CREW???? THE CREW FROM HIT FANFICTION NO THING DEFINES A MAN LIKE LOVE??? WOAH WOAH WOAH??? Anyway yes omg its them!!! This took me so long and im so tired but look at my ANGELS!

UM! Friendly reminder that I myself am not Inuit/Indigenous! I did research + had an Indigenous person helping me w the tattoos, but if theres anything wrong/disrespectful pls do let me know and I will fix it. All the tattoos r on a seperate layer so it'll be an easy fix and one i am more then happy to do. A few of the designs changed between this and my written description, so... Oops?? Especially Morqa. I got carried away ok.... ANYWAY I have some little notes abt their designs here and there so! Kaiqa: He used to have shorter bangs around his face but they annoyed him so he tried to let them grow out but that annoyed him so he would cut them again and then try to let them grow out and now he just has perpetual baby hairs that wont get any longer. Mikla: UM. Not much to say here. Isnt he pretty tho?? Buteq: SOMEHOW ENDED UP THE MOST MAJESTIC MAN EVER. HELLO?? The two beads on the right are for his nieces and the one on the left is for his sister! Neter: One time he got super cocky abt being 7 years older then Nitya which meant he was a better fighter and so Nitya was like "yeah?? ok bet." and then punched him and broke his nose and was like "hm where are those warrior reflexes?" so now Neter has a permanently bent nose. Sorqai: He got the scar thats through his beard in the same raid that cause Nitya and Konait (Kaiqas older brother) to die. Nitya died trying to get Konait and some other kids out of the mess, and Sorqai got injured trying to get to them to help. He's mostly numb on that side of his face due to nerve damage ! Causes him to lisp a bit, especially w the chipped tooth (which he got from tripping) Natai: He wears both his own and Nitya's necklaces their parents made them, and intends to only take of Nitya's and let it go into the ocean where he was buried when the war is over. His own way of keeping Nitya involved in the war effort, something that was really important to him. Kutai: Again, no real notes here but isnt he pretttyyy..... Kovak: Honestly, very likely one of my favourite character designs I've ever made. Im kind of obsessed with him. He doesnt wear his necklace from his parents because he wasnt on good terms with them at all while they were alive. He took it off before they died, and hasnt been able to bring himself to put it back on. he intends to give it to his kid when he gets back. Mori: UM! I dont have a lot of notes here. Mori has two kids ! Hence the three tattoos under their chin, I saw an inuit creator/source say that sometimes people will add lines as they have kids and I thought that was really lovely so yes!! Again im just. I think hes so pretty. Luqait: Im so sorry king I did u dirty posting this after that one chapter. Each one of the beads he wears is dedicated to someone he knew in the tribe who died, theres more not visible on the other side of the braids. I can say for 100% certainty theres one for Kya and Nitya. Saila: Saila was actually a design i struggled a lot with, but I think I got them to a point im happy with!!! They're a good amount intense, androgynous and also have that amber flash in their eyes. The amber comes from having Fire Nation somewhere in their ancestry, something I dont think will really come up in the fic, but a detail I think is good to know! Morqa: I changed Morqa's design the most, especially his hair! But I think he's ended up being a design I am most proud of. The piercings especially!! Eventually u will run out of space (that we can see ig??) king but today is not that day godbless.

OKAY! THERE WE GO... I HOPE EVERYONE LIKES THEM UM PLS BE NICE AND DONT REPOST AND IDK JUST.... I HOPE U LIKE THEM AS MUCH AS I DO i know oc's in fics arent always peoples favourites but the reception of these guys has been like. Beyond mindblowing. Im so fucking excvited and happy everytime people in my comments talk about how much they love the characters i've created. Like.... The fact that people enjoy the OC's and not just for what the give to Zuko, but for what they give to each other and their own individual stories is so incredible to me. I hope u guys like this and I hope it helps u visualise them better!! : D

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Oh god, uh. Hey, Curly. You didn't— oh. It's uh, Kestrel. By the way.

I wasn't, uh... I wasn't talking to you while I was wasted the other night, was I? Shit. That's fucking humiliating. I must have sounded like such a drunken idiot. Don't— I don't even want to know what I said, man. Can't remember anything that happened after, uh, after Mallory started dancing around topless. Jeez. And she didn't even drink as much as me! I do remember hitting the wall, though, and uh... slinking off somewhere because everything was suddenly just too much. Next thing I knew I woke up on the floor in Tom's room— he's uh, Tabi's older cousin, he was the one hosting the party— and my brain felt like it was trying to drill its way out of my skull. Thought my eyes would fall out for a minute. I might have puked, I don't know. Somehow I lost one of my shoes and ended up with three shirts on, I don't know who the tank top belonged to. Oh god, I hope it wasn't Mallory's. Ugh. I hate— I hate how carried away I get. With... all that. It's not... it's not me. I hope you don't think that that's me. I know it's not a great look.

Anyway, uh— finals, finally over. Which is why we were all partying in the first place, obviously. If I uh, didn't mention it already, I passed all of my exams— but I'm just going to assume Mom beat me to the punch, gushing about my grades and all, right? Not like I've ever not done well in school, really... just glad I don't have to cram anymore. Except now I have to pack and get ready to go home, which might as well be a different kind of cramming. God, I hate packing. Once something's in a bag I can't— nope. Can't remember if it's in there already or not. Have to triple check and make a list that I'm not forgetting anything, and then I have to make sure that I didn't leave anything off of the list, and it— never fucking ends. And get this— I have to help Mom with even more packing once I get home! I mean— I'm glad to help, it's the least I can do after... you know. I just hate packing...

Hey, do you have any ideas for something I can do for her for uh, belated Mother's Day? I was gonna get her flowers and a card and stuff, obviously, but that feels a little lackluster given the circumstances. And she wanted to visit Gramma's grave, so I'm a little worried that's going to, um, affect her. Wanted to do something to make her feel better. She doesn't like movie theaters— the speakers are too loud. And I thought about taking her out somewhere expensive to eat, but uh, with the whole "meat" thing now... man. Not that I'm like, blaming her, that just kind of rules out a primary option there. Let me know if you think of anything, uh, if you don't mind.

Oh, hey, and you guys are landing on Minos soon, right? (Mom's been keeping me up when I've got the uh, "brain block" on. Sorry.) I think I vaguely remember hearing about it in one of my classes at some point, not that I was uh, really paying super close attention. You guys have any idea of how long you're gonna be there? Maybe I could try and do some research on it or something, if you want. I uh, could use the busywork until I hear back from the environmental services program one of my professors recommended to me. Shit, did I remember to submit the application...? And I'm still sitting on my barista application too, damn! Hold that thought— I gotta— 

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JfCNwhWWdCs]

Hey, Kestrel. I know it's you, yeah. You sound quiet. Everything okay?

Ah... Yeah, you were. It was fine, though. Please, I've talked to plenty of drunk people before. I don't judge. Mm, right, you mentioned you were on the floor. You mentioned you were nauseous, too. Wh— Three shirts?? Jeez. No, hey, c'mon— Kestrel. Going to parties and getting too drunk is what college kids do. Sure, it's not the healthiest thing in the world, but as long as it's not a constant thing you should be okay. Just watch yourself, yeah? I've seen alcoholism and it isn't pretty. Not that I'm saying you're there. Like you said, it's not you. Just a once-in-a-while kinda thing. Seriously, no judgement. You should've seen me back in the day, hah.

You did! I believe you told me you obliterated and eviscerated your exams. Not bad. You beat her to the punch, as a matter of fact, but she did bring it up. She's proud! Excited for you to be home, too. And don't you worry, I didn't bring up the drunken telepathy thing. Best of luck with packing. I've got it down to a science with all the trips I've taken, and it still exhausts me every time. You have to help her pack too? ...Is she going somewhere?

Hmm. Let me think... Could you get her one of those, uh, birdhouse feeder things? You know, the handmade ones that look like real little houses? Ah, she probably already has something like that... Hmm. You want to do something with her, right? How about— Are there any botanical gardens in your area? That's always a winner. And if she likes flowers, she'll love that. You get a lot of mums there day of, but if you're doing it belatedly it might be less crowded, too. If that's a no-go, you could, uh, try an escape room, I suppose. No guarantee that your relationship will still be intact when you leave. Hahah. ...Hey, could you wish her a happy mother's day for me? If you want to. No pressure whatsoever. I just, uh, I didn't know what day it was and I think I missed it and I'm not sure when I'll hear from her next.

We are, yeah. This week, if I'm not mistaken. Can hardly believe I'll be on land. (No, hey, you don't have to apologize. Not your fault.) Jeez, uh... No clue, if I'm being real. They probably won't want to let me off-planet until I'm healed up some—God, that's something to think about—so I might end up having to stay a while. Mm. Hope not too long. What— Really? Could you? Thank you! If you could get the credit conversion rate and the cost of medical care without insurance, that would really be a help. Ah, and if you could maybe try and figure out when the best times to travel between Minos and Earth are this year—? Sorry, that's a lot. Can't ask questions to anyone here. Whatever you can get is fine, yeah? Ah, better go do that. Talk soon?

...? Hey, this is a fun sound here. Thanks, Kestrel, if you can still hear me. I like it.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Hello! I have finally stopped crying about Friday night long enough to come tell you guys about it! Also kind of a face reveal I guess? I wasn't planning on posting pictures of myself ever on Tumblr but, um, I met some of Powerwolf, so I'm telling literally everyone who will listen about it. If you'd like to read all about the most amazing night of my life it's below the cut cause my god am I going to ramble and there's going to be a lot of pictures. Posting Update coming later now that I can finally get back to work ❤️

*cracks knuckles* now, I had to take the full day yesterday to literally sit on my floor with my friends to recount that night in as much detail as possible. Every thing I tell you has been fact checked and reviewed by 3 other people lol. I literally can't even believe the night I had, I still think I'm dreaming tbh.

So, as you may or may not know, Powerwolf is literally my favorite band ever. I missed their first US tour so I was determined to get my ass to this show and have the greatest time, also I'm not going to turn down a chance to see Falk Maria Schlegel in person, it ain't gunna happen chief. I got tickets for my friends and I, we made a whole day of it, we got our nails done and met up the morning of and had breakfast and did face masks and all got ready together, it was wonderful, I'm so glad we made the decision to do that because of my god my NERVES that morning. We ended up getting to the venue around 3, which meant we had to stand in line for 4 hours but it was definitely worth the sacrifice. We were about 10 people from the front by the time we lined up. When we got there, none other than Roel VanHelden was hanging out around their tour bus, taking pictures and just talking with a small group of people. He was so nice when we went down to meet him, my friends and I were all dressed up for the occasion and he looked at us and went "wow, you all look incredible!" I think my soul left my body. I told him he was my favorite drummer ever and I'm so excited to finally be able to see him live and he looked so genuinely flattered. I got a picture with him that's at the bottom.

A little while later I look down the sidewalk and happen to notice Charles doing the same thing. He was also super sweet and super funny. I, for some reason, was so much more nervous meeting him than I was meeting Roel so I just kind of ran up said hi took my picture said thank you and ran away, but he was very sweet when he was talking with my friends. ALSO HES SO DAMN HANDSOME WITH HIS GLASSES ON I AM SUCH A CHARLES GIRL AFTER FRIDAY NOW BUT WELL GET MORE INTO WHY LATER!!! Sorry lost my cool, picture with him is also below

We get inside, we get all the way up to the left side of the stage at the barrier, I'm directly in front of Falk and Matthew the entire concert. Unleash The Archers was incredible, I unfortunately only know their song Soulbound, but they're amazing if you're into women fronted power metal bands, I highly recommend them. The entirety of the concert itself was incredible, everyone is so talented and it was so amazing, just for the music I would go back again and again.

But, my god, do those men LOVE interacting with the crowd. I'm gunna go member by member, we made a bullet list lol. We ended up getting notices by every single member of Powerwolf multiple times, like I seriously still can't believe it, it doesn't feel real, but it happened and I have 3 other people telling me it happened so I guess I have to trust them lol.

Roel we unfortunately didn't get to see much obviously because he's at his kit, but after the show was over he came over and gave my friend a drum cover that was signed by the entire band, we have agreed that one day a month I come over we pull it out (until it gets framed), smoke a bowl, and just look at it for a little while together because that's how we're going to share joint custody of it lol. Seeing him play live was also just unreal.

Attila carries such a presence on stage it's actually fucking insane. How easily that man can command an entire room is scary. I don't know if I have the video, I might have to get it from someone else still. But there was one point we were singing along with Attila and he came over and sang directly to my friend and I and reached out for us and we both screamed. He acknowledged us a couple other times throughout the show.

We were on the opposite side of the stage from Charles but him and Matthew switch sides pretty much during every song so he was over pretty frequently. The first time he came over he immediately recognized my little group, he pointed right at me and smiled, I personally think he noticed how I loosened up a lot since almost passing out earlier lol. But he would be constantly coming over and singing along with us, there was also one point I noticed he accidentally bumped into Attila and he just looked at him and blew him a kiss and it was the funniest thing I've ever seen. CHARLES ALSO THREW ME ONE OF HIS ARM BANDS!!!! When he came over after final bows, he threw a couple pics, I missed literally all of them because I have zero depth perception and despite the fact I was wearing 5" platforms I was still stupidly short lol, he noticed proceeds to pull off one of the ones he had on, came right to the edge of the stage and tossed it to me and he got so smiley when I screamed back thank you, he has such a nice smile omfg it's not fair. But he was incredible.

We were right in front of Matthew, we definitely spent the most time with him, he was also in love with us. They played Sinners of The Seven Seas, which is a personal favorite song of mine, so I was absolutely losing my shit, screaming every word, and after they finished each song he would acknowledge the whole crowd and give thumbs up and all that, and then he looks at me, I shit you not my knees almost have out from just now direct this eye contact was the first time, he goes "wow" and gives me a thumbs up and a really impressed look, so of course I got all flustered which made him laugh. He would acknowledge me after pretty much every song, doing kind of the same thing, motioning to the whole crowd and then motioning directly to me, it became a joke, we would both laugh whenever he did it. At one point I made a heart at him and he got the brightest smile and also seemed so genuinely flattered, they all did, every one of them just seemed so touched and happy that all of us loved them so much it was super sweet. But, anyways, back to Matthew. He sang along with us a lot too and was just genuinely so fun to watch, he's such a talented guitarist, I got to see him play the most. He also threw me a guitar pick, I gave it to one of my other friends that came since she didn't catch anything.

Falk Maria Schlegel... I was so insane about this man BEFORE this concert... I am simply unwell about him now. This, to me, is by far the most unbelievable part of my night because I'm literally in love with him. He's kind of similar to Roel where it's hard to get his attention cause he's also mostly up on the back stage, so he didn't really start to come down to the stage until near the end of the show anyways. But he came down at one point and that man held eye contact with me for a good 30 seconds while Attila was making his speech, I thought my heart stopped, how are his eyes even prettier in person? He's just so fun and so cute, I love watching him interact with the crowd. He came over to my side of the stage after the first encore, Attila was giving a speech about how we're all one big heavy metal family and it was very nice. I had to go over this with my friends about 9 times, I still think they're lying to me and I hallucinated the whole thing. Falk motions to the whole crowd and says I love you, then turns looks directly at me, motions to me specifically and says I love you. I blacked out for about 30 seconds I think, my heart was restarted by the last song starting (I fucking love werewolves of Armenia) they were doing final bows and Falk came back over to my side of the stage, he looked at me so I blew him a kiss and made a heart and he went, "oh! Thank you!" Motioned to me and then held his hands over his chest and he looked so happy, they all looked so happy, I hope they come back soon I already miss them. I plan on being right back up in front next time, who knows, maybe they'll even remember me lol

We're also going to be in their city recap video, and Jen Dorn (Attila's wife) took a bunch of pictures and posted a video of us on her Instagram and we got to meet her too, she was also very sweet and very pretty!!

Okay have some pictures of the greatest night of my life, some of them aren't cropped right, that's my bad lol

I have more videos and stuff I can post if you guys would like to see them!!

[goddessofmischief]

      WHITE VEIL OCCASION - BUGGY X READER

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read.

"I need your help," you told Buggy, standing outside of his cabin door during an afternoon in the summertime.

"Okay," said Buggy immediately, then, a moment later - "Did you ask Shanks?"

You shake your head. Whatever it is, whatever you wanted, Buggy is now in.

"No," you said. "...I didn't think he would understand."

Now Buggy is definitely in.

...

"Really?" Buggy asked skeptically, adjusting to find comfort on the satin chair he sat in. "Why am I the guy for this?"

"Because I don't have any other friends," you said, carrying armfuls of wedding dresses back to the dressing room where he sat.

"You have Shanks."

"He's different."

"Why is he different?"

"You're vainer than he is," you said, admiring yourself in the mirror.

"Please, that pretty boy? Are you kidding me?"

"You know colors, fabrics. Face it, Buggy, you're the resident fashion expert. And don't you wanna help me?"

Damn it, he did.

"Fine," he said, waving his hand. "Show me the first."

You pushed the curtain back, revealing yourself in a puffy pink dress. You gave a little twirl. Buggy burst out laughing.

"Oh, that's terrible. I think you should get that one."

You turned red, closing the curtain again. Buggy groaned.

"Okay, I'm sorry, that was a little mean-"

"A little?"

"A lot - show me the next one, I promise I'll be nice."

Some two-hundred dresses later, you tried on a smaller one - short, pure white.

"It's not bad," said Buggy, not wanting to admit to you or himself that it was the best you'd ever looked. "It's not terrible at all."

"You think so?" you said. "But - I can't twirl in it."

"Oh, right. Not that one, then."

"What would Mihawk want, you think?"

"Geez, I dunno. Black?"

"Black," you repeated, contemplatively. "I don't think I want black."

Buggy was suddenly reminded of the pink dress from earlier, and how happy you'd looked in it. Sure, it wasn't precisely to his taste, but that didn't matter. The color was still ghastly, though. Damn it - maybe he did know as much about fashion as you'd suggested.

"Say, doll - did they have that puffy one in another color?"

"Yeah," you said, thoughtfully. "White."

...

"Thanks for coming with me today," you mumbled, legs swinging off the side of the cliff. You and Buggy liked to sit there sometimes, whenever you were docked at this particular island, it was 'your spot.' It was the place you two talked about things that Shanks, Mihawk, Rayleigh and Roger couldn't understand (which was a lot.)

"It wasn't as bad as I thought, I guess," Buggy said, refusing to admit to you that it had been actually kind of fun. "But, uh - you seem kinda sad, doll. If I'm not - if I'm not overstepping."

"You're not," you assured him, with a sad smile. "You're not. I'm just... scared."

"What do you have to be scared of? I mean, c'mon, you're engaged to the best swordsman in the East Blue, you live with the king of the pirates, and then there's Shanks, who's no slouch, and then there's, um, me. You got me."

"It's not that kind of fear."

Buggy thought he might understand what you were saying. Maybe. He'd secretly suspected that there had been doubt in you for some time, but had thought maybe he was unable to separate what was really going on with you from what he wished were the case. He wanted you to doubt. He wanted you to walk away from Mihawk.

"...I don't want things to change."

Ah, so that's what it was.

"Neither do I. I mean, it sure would be great if we could just live together and sail together forever, huh? But that's not really how it works. People grow up. People... die," Buggy said, thinking about Roger with a pang. He knew he didn't have long. There was little doubt in his mind that some time after your wedding, Roger would allow himself to succumb to his illness, and Shanks would take everything that was left, and Buggy would be alone.

Your eyes welled up with tears, and you rested your head on Buggy's shoulder, staring out at the waves. You threaded your fingers through his gloved ones, as if you wanted something physical to tether you to the moment.

"I don't want to lose you, Bug," you whispered.

"You're not gonna lose me. We'll still be best friends, same as ever. I'll come visit you all the time. And if Mihawk ever gives you trouble - well, I'll just kill him."

You laughed.

"Come on, stop crying, okay? I hate it when you cry."

"Okay."

"Okay," said Buggy, almost mimicking your exact soft voice. He squeezed your hand. You raised your face up to fix your gaze on him, as if an essential thought had only just occurred to you.

"Swear we'll always be best friends, Buggy."

Buggy laughed. You stared at him, bottom lip trembling.

"Oh, you're serious?"

"Buggy," you scolded.

"I mean, I'd like to - I really would - but I really can't promise such a thing-"

"Swear to me," you repeated. "Swear to me."

Buggy searched your eyes - you were dead serious.

You couldn't lose him. You refused to do that. You could sacrifice everything else but you refused to lose Buggy.

"Okay," he agreed, hoarsely. "Okay."

You nodded, satisfied, and tucked your head into his shoulder again.

...He needed to stop this wedding.

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[astrowaffles]

The Final Incident: Thirteen

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter 6 | Chapter Seven

General Audiences | Fluff, Coming Out

"Satoru?"

"Hmm?" Gojo looked up from a pile of marking. Megumi could just spot a diagram of a knife on the top piece of paper, which Gojo had drawn a smiley face next to in sparkly purple gel pen. "How can I help you, Megs?"

"Uh, do you have a minute?"

Probably sensing Megumi's nerves, Gojo swept the papers dramatically off the table and gestured to the seat next to him. "Always."

Smiling a little at Gojo's theatrics, Megumi sat down on the chair Gojo pulled out for him. "Um. Well."

"Take your time, I've got loads," Gojo assured him.

"You'd say that even if you didn't," Megumi accused.

"Well, I'm the strongest, aren't I? If I didn't have time, I'd make some."

"Can you even do that?"

"My dear Megumi, I have yet to find anything I can't do. So, take as long as you need."

Taking a deep breath, Megumi began with "Do you remember that guy with the elbows?"

"That is not what I thought you were going to say."

Megumi hated standing out.

It didn't matter where he was, or what he was doing, or who he was with, he wanted to just blend in and go about his own business. If there wasn't any reason to stand out, why should he? He only ever went out on a limb for something that was worth it, like throwing racists into canals, and things of that ilk.

Gojo was the complete opposite. If there was any standing out to do, Gojo would happily do it - whether it was being born with white hair and blue eyes, standing literally head and shoulders above the crowd, or using his incredibly irritating personality to be very loud in public. He was a terrible person to be around if you just wanted to get on with things.

Unfortunately for Megumi, they lived together.

-

"Can you just sit down?" Megumi said irritably, tugging on Gojo's sleeve to try and pull him back onto the bench they had both been sitting on. "You don't need to stand up for Tsumiki to see you."

"But I want to make sure!" Gojo argued, waving towards the school building. "Look! There she is!"

Tsumiki was on the steps of the building, arms full of rolls of paper from her art club. Megumi slightly raised his hand in a half-hearted wave, which she returned before hurrying up to them.

"Sorry for making you come all the way out here," she apologised as soon as she reached them.

"Don't be silly," Gojo chastised, pulling all the rolls out of her arms. "We're happy to help you carry things, aren't we, Megs?"

Megumi hated agreeing with Gojo. "Sure." 

Tsumiki handed him a small bag. "Can you hold that? I need to run back for my school bag."

"Sure," Megumi repeated. "Hurry up, though."

"Yeah, yeah." Tsumiki rolled her eyes before beginning to run back into the school. 

"Where's she running to?" Gojo asked.

"Her class, probably."

"Hm." Gojo sat back down on the bench, but stretched his legs out. They reached the edge of the pavement, meaning pedestrians would have to either jump over his shins or walk on the road.

"Do you have no regard for other people?"

"Nope." Gojo popped the 'p'. "There's no-one here, anyway, except for that loser over there."

He was pointing at one of Megumi's classmates - a nice kid, if quiet.

"That's Yasu."

"Oh, you know him?"

"I guess. I know of him, anyway."

"Hm." Gojo was staring now, which was making it weird. What kind of adult stared at middle schoolers?

Megumi prodded Gojo's temple. "Oi. Don't stare at him."

"Oh, my bad," Gojo grinned. "Didn't realise you were a jealous man, Gumi."

"What."

"What was the kid's name? Yahoo?"

"Yasu," Megumi sighed, getting a sense of where this was going.

"Why haven't I heard of him before?"

"Why would you?"

"Because you have a crush on him, don't you?"

Megumi stared at Gojo, absolutely flabbergasted. "What in hell's name-"

"Sssshhh, don't yell!"

That was another thing about Gojo. He annoyed the hell out of Megumi.

Megumi waited until Yasu walked far away, then lowered his voice to a violent whisper. "Why would that even occur to you??" he hissed.

"I dunno, you seemed kind of defensive!" Gojo whispered back.

"I just didn't want you staring like some kind of creep!"

"It wasn't creepy, I was just curious!"

"It was creepy, and you shouldn't be curious about some random kid!"

"Aha, but as we have just discovered, he isn't just some random kid, he's your-"

"What are we whispering about?" Tsumiki asked, before Megumi could kill Gojo.

“Nothing,” they chorused. Megumi glared, but Gojo was already standing up, arms full of paper.

“Looks like I can’t hold your hand on the way back, Megs,” he teased, dancing away from Megumi’s attempted kidney jab. “Hey! No need to get violent over it!”

“There is so much need to get violent over it. So, so much,” Megumi sighed, falling into step beside Tsumiki as Gojo strode ahead. “Do you ever wish he’d just … tone it down?”

“Regularly,” Tsumiki laughed. “But if it makes him happy to look conspicuous, who are we to stop him?”

“Uh, his wards?”

“You’re adopted, Megumi. His child.”

“Even more so, then. I am well within my rights to stop him.”

“Well, go ahead and try,” Tsumiki offered.

Megumi watched as Gojo attempted to kick a pigeon, laughing manically when it flew away.

“Yeah, I don’t think there’s any saving him.”

Tsumiki laughed again. “God, you’re so similar. Toru was only asking me the other day if I could get you to tone down the emo – his words, not mine!” she added hastily, as the murderous gleam returned to Megumi's eyes.

“Oh I know it’s his words,” he said. “But in the end, who’s the one wearing all black?”

“You?”

“Well- yeah, me, but also him.”

Gojo started walking backwards so he could watch them from where he was, several meters in front. “Ooh, if looks could kill I’d be dead, Megumi~!”

“God, I wish!” Megumi called back.

“Words hurt, kid!”

“Stop yelling,” Tsumiki told them, gently elbowing Megumi. “We’re walking past people’s houses, you know.”

“Whoopsies!” Gojo slapped a hand over his own mouth. “Sorry, Miki.”

“Let’s just go home,” Megumi sighed. He started to speed up, trying to catch up to Gojo, who had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. 

"What's up?" asked Tsumiki, observing a slightly dazed look on their guardian's face.

Gojo just pointed across the street - at a man, walking past. "Isn't he pretty?"

Megumi face palmed. "You can't just stop in the street to stare at people!"

"But he's pretty!"

"So what?!"

Yep. As frustrating as everything else was, Gojo also stood out in a way that was much less obvious: he was gay.

"You can do your little rant at home," Megumi added, beginning to push Gojo away before the poor man on the other side of the road (admittedly, very pretty) realised Gojo was staring. "He doesn't want to hear you waxing poetic about his eyelashes."

"Well, maybe he does," Tsumiki considered, "But I don't think Megumi's going to let him."

Gojo let himself be pushed along the sidewalk, occasionally looking back over his shoulder until his crush (of a few seconds) turned the corner. Then he properly stood up and started striding again, dreamy look still on his face.

Megumi and Tsumiki exchanged glances, Tsumiki sighing fondly. This wasn't a rare occurrence.

One Year Later

It's not that I have a problem with Gojo being gay, Megumi mused, watching Gojo watch TV in their rainbow-flagged apartment. But, there was a small part of him, deep down, that felt uncomfortable when Gojo stared at a guy, or gushed over an actor on the TV. Maybe because it was his dad? Or because most people thought being gay was weird?

Megumi didn't think that, though. He could almost sympathise; that actor had genuinely had beautiful fingernails. He couldn't sympathise with the staring on the street though, or the five second crushes. How could you like someone if you didn't know them?

"Ooh, Megumi, look at his elbow!!" Gojo squealed from the sofa.

This was getting ridiculous.

"When did I become the guy you tell about your crushes?" Megumi complained, trying to walk past Gojo before he could catch him and force him to watch whatever show it was that had all the men with nice elbows.

"Just thought you might relate," Gojo shrugged, and stuck an (irritatingly long) leg out to stop Megumi walking past. "Stop! Watch with me!!"

"I don't relate, and I don't want to." Megumi thought better of stepping over the leg, so started going around the back of the sofa to try passing by the other way.

"Oh, do you not like elbows?"

"I have no particular feelings about elbows."

"And what do you have particular feelings about? And since when did you talk like that?"

"I've always talked like that, and I don't have particular feelings about anything- let me get past!" Megumi exclaimed, as Gojo quickly shifted to the other end of the sofa so he could stop Megumi leaving again.

"Hm," he said, looking unconvinced. "Come back when you've had a think." He moved his arm to let Megumi pass.

"I won't," said Megumi, and left. Some rainbow bunting fell down as he slammed the door.

His room was the only place safe from the pride parade, as Tsumiki had graciously allowed Gojo to hang a flag there too. 

"It's just June," Megumi muttered, throwing himself down on the beanbag. Why was this irritating him so much? Why did it matter to him where Gojo hung his rainbow flags, and whose elbows Gojo commented on?

Why did it bother him that Gojo thought Megumi would understand? 

He didn't understand. Yeah, sometimes guys looked pretty. But did that really matter? Was that all it took for people to fall for each other? In which case, why had it never happened to Megumi? Even Leonardo di Caprio in Titanic hadn't got to him until they'd gotten halfway through the film, much to Gojo's horror.

Megumi turned over to bury his face in the beanbag. He didn't want to be uncomfortable around Gojo; he never was before, so why had it suddenly started now?

But, if life had taught him anything, it's 'when in doubt, ask Google'.

Megumi turned on his computer.

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"Satoru?"

"Hmm?" Gojo looked up from a pile of marking. Megumi could just spot a diagram of a knife on the top piece of paper, which Gojo had drawn a smiley face next to in sparkly purple gel pen. "How can I help you, Megs?"

"Uh, do you have a minute?"

Probably sensing Megumi's nerves, Gojo swept the papers dramatically off the table and gestured to the seat next to him. "Always."

Smiling a little at Gojo's theatrics, Megumi sat down on the chair Gojo pulled out for him. "Um. Well."

"Take your time, I've got loads," Gojo assured him.

"You'd say that even if you didn't," Megumi accused.

"Well, I'm the strongest, aren't I? If I didn't have time, I'd make some."

"Can you even do that?"

"My dear Megumi, I have yet to find anything I can't do. So, take as long as you need."

Taking a deep breath, Megumi began with "Do you remember that guy with the elbows?"

"That is not what I thought you were going to say."

"Whatever. Do you remember him?"

"Vaguely."

"Do you remember saying you thought I would relate?"

"Yeah...? Is this going where I think it's going?"

"Toru. I'm not gay."

"Oh. It wasn't going where I thought it was."

"I'm pansexual."

Normally in this sort of situations, there's a kind of awkward silence that descends over the kitchen. Perhaps the parent will stand up, pace around a little, and look confused; the kid will sit and look uncomfortable, before launching into a speech about how "I'm still me!"

Gojo wouldn't be upset, disappointed, or angry, Megumi was sure. Some minor confusion, maybe, or a "are you sure you're not just gay?"

What Megumi didn't expect was for Gojo to jump up from his seat, arms wide open, and scream "AAAAAAA!!! I'M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU, GUMI!!"

"You're .... what?"

"SO PROUD! OH MY GOD, TO THINK THE DAY HAS COME-" 

At Megumi's look, Gojo sat back down in his seat and cleared his throat. "I mean. Thank you so much for telling me, Gumi. I love you lots, no matter what, okay?"

"O...kay..." Megumi had never expected that to change, but he supposed it was kind of reassuring anyway.

"And - they're not decorated yet because I wasn't sure what colour they should be, but I had a feeling, so I've made you something." Gojo stood up and started hunting in a cupboard, before pulling out a tupperware full of cupcakes. "So, they should be...?"

"Pink, yellow, blue," Megumi sighed. "If you have to."

"I do," Gojo agreed. "Very much so."

"Well, if that's it.." Megumi stood up and made to exit the kitchen.

"Wait!"

Megumi turned.

Gojo grinned, and put his tupperware down. "You didn't think you were escaping without a hug, did you?"

Megumi immediately began scrambling for the door, as Gojo advanced at a sedate pace. "You'll fall over if you're not careful," he commented, watching Megumi's socks slip and slide on the tiled floor. "C'mere."

Megumi's protests were muffled by Gojo's hoodie, as Gojo wrapped him up in his arms like a Christmas present. It took a moment before Megumi reluctantly hugged back; they swayed on the spot for a minute in silence.

It was broken by Gojo's giggle, as Megumi relaxed so far into him that Gojo was practically holding him up.

"Comfy there?"

"Shut up."

A03 | Exclusives | Tip Me | Commissions

[ambiguous-sanskars]

Hi guys! This is Part 1 of a prompt fill for my dear friend @vijayasena <3 Hope y'all like it!

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There was fire, a single-minded force that forged its path on the ashes of the bodies it had burned.

There was water, a devotion so potent that you lost yourself in its gentleness, only to wake up six feet under.

And then there was air, a lightness that left no footprints, which held the power to both stoke and extinguish the flames.

***

“Annayya, please! Carry me for a little longer!”

“Akhtar, you’re so heavy. And annoying,” Ram said, aiming for irritation and missing by a mile.

“And whose fault is it that I had to dance so long? You couldn’t have lost sooner?”

“That’s it, I’m leaving you in the roadside gutter-”

The honk of a car horn stopped them in their tracks.

“Hey!” Jenny called, rolling up next to them. “Need a ride?”

“Akhtar does,” Ram offered immediately. Akhtar got down, giving Jenny a sheepish grin.

“Want to come to my place for coffee?” Jenny asked him. Akhtar looked at Ram, who was already beginning to translate.

When he heard the offer, Akhtar’s eyes widened in anticipation. This was his one golden opportunity to reach Malli. He nodded enthusiastically.

“Sorry,” Jenny said to Ram as Akhtar got in the car. “I’d give you a ride too, but there isn’t room.”

“I think I’ll be alright,” Ram said with a wink. “I’m waiting for a friend.”

As they drove away, Ram stared after the car. There was something about that paint-

The roar of a motorbike interrupted his thoughts. It screeched to a halt in front of him. When the dust cleared, he realized that the rider was watching him with an amused gaze.

“Hi,” she said. “Need a ride?”

“Uh,” Ram stammered. “No, I’m waiting for-”

“A friend, yeah, I heard. I figured that was a clever little lie so you could set your friend up with gori-memsaab.”

“Um-”

“Come on, sit! Let’s go to the train station.”

Ram finally seemed to recover his wits. “What, you want to elope already? We just met,” he teased.

The biker grinned widely. “The station has the best chai.”

“I don’t know, I think they use too much saffron,” Ram bantered as climbed onto the bike behind her.

She scoffed. “You mean the stuff the British are colonizing us for? Better get some while it lasts.”

***

“So, stranger,” Ram said as he walked two cups of chai to the bench, handing one to the biker.

“Sakshi.”

“Sakshi,” Ram repeated. “Nice to meet you. I’m Ram.”

“Big shoes to fill, with a name like that. I’ve always wondered why parents name their kids after the gods.”

“Does the name really define the person?”

“It can,” Sakshi shrugged.

They sipped their chai in companionable silence. Ram turned to look at her.

“What?” she asked.

“Sakshi means… witness.”

She laughed. “And what do you make of that?”

“I don’t know,” Ram said, smiling with a light shake of his head. “I don’t know.”

“So what do you do?” Sakshi asked after a beat.

“Do?”

“You don’t have a job?”

“Oh, yeah- I mean, no,” Ram fumbled. He couldn’t very well tell her he was a high-ranking officer with the British police. And he definitely couldn’t tell her that he was a rebel.

“Then how the hell did you get into Scott’s party?”

Ram startled. “How did you know-”

“Relax, I’m a historian at the mansion. That’s why I was there. You dance well, by the way.”

Ram tried and failed not to blush. He felt a twinge of regret for not having noticed Sakshi back at the party.

“What need does the governor have for a historian?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Eh, you know. Facilitating interaction with the locals, teaching the Brits Hindi and basic cultural stuff. Keeping records.”

“I’m a guard. At the mansion,” Ram lied.

“Really? I feel like I would’ve seen you around.”

“I’m kind of new.”

Sakshi smiled. “I’ll keep an eye out for you, then.”

***

Later that evening, Sakshi pulled up in front of Ram’s house.

“Hey, wake up. You’re home,” she said, gently jostling his head where it lay on her shoulder.

Ram snapped awake, looking around frantically. “Wha-”

“Relax, it’s just me. You fell asleep. Long day, eh?” Sakshi asked with a grin.

Ram blinked in disbelief. He was not in the habit of trusting people enough to fall asleep on the back of their motorcycles. At least not until he had met Akhtar.

“Sorry,” he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“For what?” Sakshi asked, voice fond.

“Come in for chai, please?”

“We just drank chai.”

“That was 4 hours ago.”

Sakshi conceded with an indulgent sigh, turning the motorbike off and following Ram into his house.

Someone was already there.

“Akhtar?” Ram asked in surprise. Akhtar was sitting at the foot of Ram’s desk, lost in thought, as if he had been waiting for a long time. He looked like he had been crying.

Ram quickly knelt in front of him. “Akhtar, what’s wrong? What happened? When did you come back?” A thought occurred to him. “Oh my god. Did something happen at Jenny’s?” He ran his hands down Akhtar’s shoulders and arms, looking for signs of injury. “Are you hurt? Did one of the guards-”

Akhtar met Ram’s gaze, shaking his head. “Annayya, I’m fine. Please don’t worry, I’m not hurt.”

“Then why-”

Akhtar drew a breath to say something, and then abruptly changed his mind. He looked at Ram with tears in his eyes. “I fear I will say too much. Don’t ask me anything, Annayya. You know I cannot lie to you.”

Ram had never seen Akhtar look quite so fragile, and it was breaking his heart.

“Okay, okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around Akhtar and holding him close. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything. I won’t push. Don’t cry, it’s okay.”

“Do they even see us as human, Annayya?” Akhtar wept into Ram’s shoulder, the memory of Malli in that cage seared into his mind. “What have we ever done to them that they- they…”

“Nothing, you’ve done nothing wrong. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have sent you alone with her-”

Akhtar pulled back, shaking his head. “No, Annayya, it wasn’t Jenny. She is very kind to me. It was nice to spend time with her. There were just other things that were… not so nice.”

Worry and helplessness swirled like a storm in Ram’s chest. “You know you can tell me anything, right, Akhtar?”

Akhtar wiped his eyes, smiling genuinely. “I know. I know. But you haven’t even told me who you brought home with you.” He looked at Sakshi, who was standing inconspicuously by the door.

Ram turned, tentatively holding his hand out to her. She took it immediately, making Ram blush despite himself.

“Akhtar, this is Sakshi. My friend.”

Sakshi crouched down next to Ram so she could be face to face with Akhtar.

“Hi, Akhtar,” she said, reaching out to brush a tear from his cheek with the easy familiarity of someone who’d known him for ages. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Akhtar looked at the two of them. At the faint pink on Ram’s cheeks. At how comfortable Sakshi seemed, squatting amidst the piles of books. At how they were still holding hands.

Akhtar smiled. “Welcome, Vadina.”

Sakshi couldn’t help the grin that lit up her face like a thousand suns. Ram choked on air, blushing deeper.

“Akhtar!” he scolded.

Akhtar ignored him. To Sakshi, he continued, “Please have a seat. I’ll make chai.”

He brushed past them into the kitchen. Ram stared after him in bewilderment.

“That boy will be the death of me,” Ram said.

Sakshi laughed. “We should listen to him. Please tell me you have a couch or a chair somewhere under all these books.”

“Very funny. Come on.”

They settled on the couch, sitting shoulder to shoulder with their hands intertwined, exchanging soft conversation. The fragrance of elaichi and ginger drifted lazily from the kitchen.

“I should go help him,” Ram said after several minutes. “It’s your first time here, I wanted you to taste my chai recipe.”

Sakshi hummed thoughtfully, resting her head on his shoulder. “Is it better than Akhtar’s?”

Ram paused. “No, I guess not. He’s got a way with spices.”

“Then it’s all good. We’ll have plenty more chances to have chai.”

“I should at least help him bring the cups,” Ram sighed, reluctantly detangling himself from their cuddle. “I’ll be right back.”

Ram stepped into the kitchen just as Akhtar finished pouring the chai into the clay cups, humming softly as he worked. As he moved to pick up the tray, Ram stopped him.

“Akhtar, leave it. How much work will you do? You are a guest; go and sit comfortably, I’ll serve.”

Akhtar turned to Ram with wide eyes, looking hurt.

“Annayya, I came here thinking I was coming to my own home. Why do you estrange me by calling me a guest?”

“No, Akhtar, that’s not what I meant,” Ram amended immediately. He lovingly cupped Akhtar’s cheek. “Everything that’s mine is first yours. It’s just that you’ve had a long day, and I want you to rest.”

Akhtar smiled. “Annayya, I insist. Go and sit with Sakshi-vadina. It’s no great effort to bring out a tray of chai.”

“Akhtar-”

“Go!”

“Okay, okay. I’m going.”

“What happened?” Sakshi asked when Ram returned empty-handed.

“He kicked me out.”

“You got kicked out of your own kitchen?”

“See, the things I have to deal with,” Ram said with an exaggerated sigh, curling up on the couch next to Sakshi.

“Chai!” Akhtar announced, bringing in the tray with cups and neatly stacked snacks.

“Oh, this smells divine,” Sakshi said as she took a cup.

The conversation flowed easily for the next several hours. It was nearly 2AM when Ram managed to yawn so widely that his jaw cracked, causing Sakshi and Akhtar to pause their conversation to laugh at him.

“And that’s my cue,” Akhtar said, standing up to leave.

“Sit down,” Ram ordered. “Where do you think you’re going so late at night? I have an extra blanket, you can stay here.”

“Annayya, any other night and I absolutely would. But today I have some important work.”

“What work could you possibly have at this hour?”

Akhtar looked at the floor, expression clouding. The atmosphere in the room shifted; what had felt like family seconds before suddenly felt like three colleagues in an awkward work meeting.

Ram shook his head to clear it. “Okay, fine. Drive safely.”

Akhtar hesitated. “Annayya, I’m sorry if I-”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Ram was no stranger to keeping secrets; he of all people had no right to begrudge Akhtar his personal life. “Go do your work. I wish you every success.”

“Thank you, Annayya. That means more than you could know.” Akhtar turned to Sakshi. “Good night, Vadina.”

They watched Akhtar’s motorcycle roar down the street. Then Ram turned to Sakshi.

“And what is your plan?”

Sakshi sighed wistfully. “I also have somewhere I need to be tonight.”

“Okay.” Ram eyed the dark streets suspiciously. “Are you sure it’s not too late to be out here alone?”

Sakshi tossed her hair to get it out of her face as she climbed onto her motorbike. It was such a mundane gesture, but Ram was transfixed by the way the orange streetlights glinted off her locks. As though for a second, she was engulfed in flames.

“Ram!”

Ram snapped out of it to find Sakshi cocking an eyebrow at him. “Sorry, what?”

“You seem lost.”

Ram shook his head. “I’m worried. Should I drop you home?”

“Your poor horse is fast asleep.”

“He won’t mind being woken up.”

“Relax, Ram. I know this city like the back of my hand. There isn’t a being alive here who can hurt me. Believe me, several have tried.”

With that, Sakshi revved her engine and sped off into the night.

Ram returned to his living room, already missing the warmth and laughter from just a few minutes ago. As he walked the tray of empty cups back to the kitchen, he stopped. Something in the corner of his mind was nagging him.

He paused, carefully going over the interactions of the past few hours. What had he missed? He set the tray down next to the sink. That’s when it hit him.

When he’d walked into the kitchen earlier to help Akhtar, Akhtar had been humming a tune. Something familiar that Ram hadn’t clocked as significant at the time. He tried to recall it now.

Where had he heard that song before?

The girl in the mansion. The one who’d been kidnapped. What was her name? Malli. That was Malli’s song.

But Malli was a tribal girl, and the song was a Gond folk song. Akhtar had lived in Delhi all his life. So how could he have known it?

Unless…

Ram took embarrassingly long to put two and two together. As the realization dawned, a crushing pressure in his chest forced him to his knees. He couldn’t breathe.

I’m dying, Ram thought. Please. Please let me die.

After a minute, the thoughts and the pain dissipated, leaving behind pure, unadulterated rage. Ram got to his feet with a guttural shout. He swiped the tray off the counter, causing the clay cups to shatter against the tile. Unsatisfied, he turned and punched a hole straight through the kitchen wall. Then he stormed into the living room and kicked over his desk, sending papers flying.

In the end, there was no decision to be made. His fate was written in his father’s blood. He had no more say in his life than a sword did in the hands of its wielder.

He put on his uniform and ran out the door.

***

“Thoughts?”

“Yes. You’re afraid of him.”

“It’s not impressive to deduce that. I’ve admitted as much. My question is, am I right to be?”

Sakshi paused. “He is loyal, I believe. He did not reveal his rank, but he also did not deny serving the throne.”

“What did he say?”

“That he was a guard, sir.”

“Hmm,” Governor Scott turned to face her. “And did he buy into your little act?”

Sakshi smirked. “It wasn’t hard, sir. I expected to have to break through more walls. But I guess when you’ve been alone for so long, you’ll let anybody in.”

“Not just anybody, Sakshi. You. You have talent.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You know, in many ways you remind me of the little girl.”

Sakshi’s brow furrowed. “What girl?”

“Ah, some tribal girl,” Scott said with a wave of his hand. “Talented artist. Voice like honey. Catherine heard her sing once and decided she just had to have her.”

“Have her? Meaning?”

“I think she gave the tribals a full 50 paisa for her. I’ve told Catherine many times that it’s not necessary to be so generous. Spoils them. Makes them feel entitled. But she doesn’t listen.”

“50 paisa?” Sakshi’s face grew ashen.

Scott narrowed his eyes. “Those people are savages, Sakshi. You know that. The girl is a hundred times better off here than with them. Did you forget what they did to your mother?”

Sakshi inhaled sharply.

“Yes,” Scott said. “That’s what I thought.” He turned back to face the window. “Keep a close eye on Ram. I’ve noticed a change in him, of late. If his loyalties are shifting, I want to be the first to know.”

“Yes, sir.”

“We are fighting for a great purpose here, Sakshi. We are fighting to bring civilization to barbarian lands. We are fighting so that no woman is ever burned to death on her husband’s pyre again.”

The memory of her mother’s screams echoed through 20 years of time. Sakshi’s resolve hardened.

“I won’t let you down, sir.”

“Good.”

Sakshi walked back to the inner chambers. She’d largely grown up in this mansion. She wasn’t in the habit of looking back. But today, as she passed a dark corridor she’d gotten used to ignoring, she stopped. What was down there?

Sakshi had tried exploring it once. It had been way back when she was a child, new to the mansion, wide-eyed and curious. She hasn’t made it very far. It was the only time the governor had ever disciplined her with a whip.

With a furtive glance over her shoulder, Sakshi turned down the hallway. It seemed to go on forever. At the end was a… cell? Certainly not enough privacy to call it a room. There wasn’t so much as a curtain hanging over the metal bars.

On the bare-bones cot lay a child, curled up in the fetal position. She couldn’t have been more than 9 years old. Sakshi’s heart dropped. How long had she been here?

A horrible thought occurred to Sakshi. What if this girl wasn’t the only one? This corridor had been here for as long as Sakshi could remember, and she hadn’t wandered down here once. How many innocents had been trapped here over the course of her life?

Sakshi fought down a wave of nausea. She was going to come back. She was going to get this child out of here, Governor Scott be damned.

Sakshi had always believed her life had improved after Scott brought her to the mansion as a child. But somehow, the thought of another child meeting the same fate, or worse, set off alarm bells in her head.

She was no longer a person, Sakshi realized. She was a weapon. Scott’s weapon. She couldn’t allow that to happen to this girl, too.

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Clavell/Wan... Goddard

The next morning. "What's going on here? Why are you bringing him?"/ "Because I have something important to talk about with you both, Xander… Michael, can you go outside with your sister, please?"/ "Um… OK, Bella, come, I'll push you a bit on the swings"/ "But I don't want to swing…"/ "Then we'll do something else, come on".

Pauline went into the living area with the men. She wanted them to sit down. They did, keeping a demonstrative distance from each other. And they waited to hear what Pauline had to say. "I'm sorry that I'm… so impulsive and erratic. As far as you two are concerned. I never meant to hurt either of you…"/ "You'd better keep it short, Pauline, I don't want to have an hour-long discussion". Xander was tense.

"This isn't supposed to be a discussion, I…"/ "Then just say what's wrong,…"/ "okay, okay, I… I'm pregnant! H-hh… I'm pregnant, damn it". There was a brief silence in the room. The first reaction came from Xander "oh man…". Hank sat quietly and looked down at the floor "that's exactly what I thought…"/ "and by whom?"/ "I…I don't know, Xander. Hank and I had sex two days before we broke up…"/ "Pauline, does he need to know that exactly now?"/ "Yes, do I?"

."Guys, please! I really can't say it, okay? I went to see you then, Xander and we were equally close… My body is a huge bundle of hormones and I got carried away…“ "yeah, obviously… And why are you jumping from one to the other and back again?"/ "because…"…

"I don't think I need an explanation… We had our fun now and then, I also thought that our relationship would strengthen over time… But work was more important to me and you also had other interests all the time… But this now, a baby?"/ "Would that change anything?"/ "Maybe, I don't know".

Pauline understood what Hank was trying to tell her. A child might change things… But she wanted to hear both sides… "Xander? Please, say something." Xander couldn't look at her. "You already know I care about you, right? I can't deal with this kind of thing, this constant back and forth. Maybe a relationship isn't the right thing for you"/ "No, that's not true either…".

"I care about you too, and about the children. I don't want you to look after them alone…"/ "Believe me, we'll be fine, we were fine before you were here…". His words bore into her like a painful arrow. "And what do you think I should do now? I'm having a baby, and one of you is the father"/ "right now you're no good for this house…"/ "Should… Should I leave?"..

Tense and annoyed, Xander got up from the sofa. "Like I said, your constant back and forth… It's not good, especially not for the kids, they need structure and…"/ "And my baby? Don't you want to know…"/ "At the moment I just want peace and quiet! So see where you can stay ". His last words hit her hard. But she had to accept that she was apparently no longer wanted in this house for the time being. Hank also got up and set off. She couldn't say anything more. Shaking a little, she went upstairs, changed her clothes and packed her few things.

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@greenplumbboblover 😙

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The Love You Want: Part 4

When Elena looked back at me, it was with equal parts exasperation and exhaustion. I had expected her to say something, anything, but instead she continued to stare at me.

"I, um, I didn't realize you had a date. I guess I kind of…ruined things." My voice caught the lump that was forming in my throat. "That's what I do, isn't it? Ruin things? I'll just leave you alone."

“Leon, wait.”

I turned back around to see Elena taking her shoes off. She approached me, tentatively, and wrapped her arms around my waist as she leaned against me. I put one arm around her shoulders and cradled her neck with my other hand. I wanted so badly to kiss her but, for now any least, I was going to follow her lead.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that?”

"Too long." I let out a little laugh as I rested my head against hers. "I really am sorry about the guy. I didn't know you had someone over."

I felt Elena shake her head before she stepped back. "He lives in Berlin so nothing serious was going to come from it anyway. Does Lara know you're here?"

"That doesn't really matter." I reached out and wiped away a single tear that lingered on her cheek. "She got pretty bent out of shape when I told her you were far more important to me than she would ever be and if she was going to make me choose, she wouldn't like my choice."

Elena cocked her head to the side. "Does that mean…are you still together?" 

"Nope, I'm a single man." I couldn't help the smirk on my face. "But I'm kinda hoping we can change that."

Standing on tiptoes, Elena wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her head against my chest. "Are we doing this?"

I gently pushed her away from me, cradling her chin in my hand. "Yeah."

I ran my hands along her sides before dragging one hand up her back. Finally, I paused. "So…how am I supposed to get you out of this dress?"

She laughed as she placed her hands over mine. "How about you get me into the bedroom first instead of the middle of the living room?"

"Good point." I leaned in to kiss her again. "Lead the way."

Elena took my hand as she walked back towards a closed door. As soon as she opened it, Greta bounced out, tail wagging. 

"Hi, pretty girl." Elena cupped the dogs face with her hands and kissed her nose. "Can you give me a few minutes?"

She turned back to me, taking my hands and guiding them to the hemline of her dress. "It's stretchy, just pull it over my head."

I let my forehead rest against hers, kissing her briefly, before I hooked my fingers under her dress and began to pull it up over her hips. Elena lifted her arms over her head helping me to pull it off the rest of the way. I tossed it aside and looked at the lingerie she was wearing. I had to admire the matching set, all in sheer black lace with a subtle gold shimmer, the typical bra and panties were joined with a garter belt and thigh high stockings.

"Fuck, can I just," I took her hand and encouraged her to spin. "Damn."

Elena giggled, clearly enjoying the compliment. 

I pulled her back against me, giving her backside a squeeze. "I mean, I'm a little jealous, knowing you put this on for him."

"Nope." I felt her hand moving to the bottom of my sweater. She tugged it over my head before tossing it aside and focusing on the buttons of my shirt. "It was a blind date. I like wearing fancy lingerie just for me."

Once she made it to the bottom of the placard, Elena ran her hands up my chest and over my shoulders. She slid my shirt off and threw it over with my sweater.

“Ok,” Elena looked at me with a smirk. “When did you turn into the Incredible Hulk?”

I saw that as the perfect opportunity. Lifting her by her thighs so she could wrap her legs around my waist, I carried Elena to her bed. Crawling on my hands and knees, I positioned my self over her. Starting at her collarbone, I placed a trail of kisses down to her hip before moving back to her lips. She giggled as she moved her hand to the button on my pants, tugging the zipper down. I stepped off the bed and kicked off my pants before returning to Elena.

Holding out my hands, I encouraged her to stand up. We had seen each other in our underwear and in swimsuits before and our mothers thought nothing of bathing us together when we were kids but now there was obviously a different context now.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Last chance to back out."

Elena held my eye contact and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Her cheeks flushed pink  but she didn't hesitate. I pulled her closer to me, moving back towards the bed. She backed herself up and stood on her knees, wrapping her arms around my neck while she kissed me. It caught me by surprise when she put her hands on my chest and pushed me away.

"Sorry!" I immediately started to apologize but she shook her head at me as she sat back. She pulled her panties down, kicking them off before reaching out for my hand. I took her hand and gave it a squeeze before letting go to strip off my briefs. Elena laid back and closed her eyes while I continued to kiss and nuzzle her neck. "Ready?"

Elena nodded and breathed out a barely audible yes as I positioned myself to enter her. I made sure to take my time, I wanted her to be comfortable but also feel in control, especially after the stories she'd told me. When I felt her push back against me, I picked up the pace, urged on by her whimpers of approval. 

Her hands never left my body. They went everywhere from my arms and shoulders to my sides and thighs. I had been kissing her neck when I pushed myself up, putting my weight on my forearms. I had expected Elena's eyes to be closed so it caught me by surprise to see her gazing back at me. She gave a little smile as she rested her hand on my cheek, her lips begging for a kiss. I felt that familiar anticipation coiling in the pit of my belly.

"Elle," It took all of my willpower to stop. "I'm gonna pull out-"

Squeezing her eyes shut, Elena shook her head. "Please…no…I need you…"

Resting my head in the crook of her neck, I felt myself release. Elena rested her hand on the back of my head and held me against her chest and for the longest time, we stayed just like that. Eventually, I eased myself off to her side but kept my hand on her belly. Elena let out a sigh followed by a little sniffle.

“You ok?” I grazed my thumb back and forth along her stomach.

Now she laughed. “Yeah. I guess I just feel a little silly because I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too.” I leaned over and kissed her again. “Like I said, I’m an idiot for taking so long.”

I was dozing in and out of sleep, lulled into contentment by the steady breathing of Elena as she laid on my chest, when her question roused me. "Huh?"

She laughed a little as she repeated the question. "When did you realize you were in love with me?"

"Do you remember when we were 16 and we took that school trip to the Kemnader See?" I began twisting a lock of her hair around my finger.

Elena sat up a little bit and I could see her searching her memories. "It was a recreation trip and we camped out overnight…when we snuck out in the middle of the night and went skinny dipping?"

"There was just enough moonlight." I looked up in time to see Elena roll her eyes. "I know, but hear me out. I have always loved spending time with you. Especially now, I never have to question your motives, you always make me laugh and you will absolutely give me shit if I do something stupid. When I got a look at you and realized that I was physically attracted to you too, that was it."

Laying back down, Elena sighed. "I wish you would have let me move with you. I feel like we wasted so much time."

"I know,' I kissed the top of her head. "But I honestly didn't think you felt the same way. And I don't think I could have handled it if you didn't feel the same and that pushed you away."

Now she laughed. "I think it was pretty obvious how I felt to everyone but you. Including Angela."

I let out a frustrated groan, only half in jest but Elena placed her hand on my cheek and kissed me. "I love you too, by the way."

"But what about you?" I gave her backside a little squeeze. "When did you know you were in love with me?"

She giggled but quickly let out a sigh. "I don't know, there wasn't some sort of epiphany moment, it's more like I just always known. You always made me feel safe, I knew you'd always be there if I ever needed help. I was starting to question my judgement but when you came back for Papa's funeral, it was like you'd never left."

We both looked to the foot of the bed. Greta had her front paws up, looking at us and whining. "Ok," Elena stretched her arms above her head. "I'm getting up."

I watched Elena slip out of bed and begin to dress. "Are you going out on a walk? I'll come too."

Once we were out the door, Elena handed me Greta's leash and wrapped her arm around mine. "Do you have training in the morning?"

"Only the afternoon." I smiled to myself, wondering where she was going with this.

Elena leaned into me a little more, Greta found something interesting to sniff and we had stopped walking at this point. "Would you want to stay tonight? Maybe we could get brunch in the morning?"

"Actually," I leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I'd love that." 

We walked back in a comfortable silence but it gave me a chance to think. Spending the night together would be the last test to see if we'd really be compatible as a couple. The sex was good, probably as good as a first time together could be, but how would it work sleeping in the same bed?

"I have an extra toothbrush." Elena was hanging up her coat when she turned back to me. "And I can make some space in the wardrobe and chest if you want to keep some clothes here."

I smiled as I stepped closer to kiss her. "When do I move in?"

"No," She laughed before kissing me back. "Your place is much nicer than mine when we're ready for that."

That got a laugh out of me. "Noted."

I sat on the bed and smiled as I watched Elena go through her evening routine. She put the tv on for some background noise and then climbed into bed. As soon as I laid down next to her, she snuggled up to my side and I put my arm around her. She let out a contented sigh and I found myself smiling again, this finally felt right. It finally occurred to me that everything just felt right and I hadn't felt that way with any other girl I had been with.

"So," Elena rested her hand on my hip. "I haven't told Mama about the divorce yet."

She must have sensed my surprise because her tone became slightly defensive.

"Mama has been through so much in a short period of time that I didn't want to put one more thing on her mind."

I gave her a little squeeze. "So you don't think knowing that you're happy would help lessen that? I mean, she knows your marriage wasn't great."

"I know," she sighed again. "I just want to tell her everything first before your mother goes skipping over to tell her about us."

She had a point. "Yeah, my mother would do that. I feel like they've been trying to nudge us together forever."

"I want to tell her in person. I'll call her in the morning and invite her down for a visit." Elena yawned and nestled in further. "Then maybe we can make a trip home when it works with your schedule."

"Can you imagine everyone's response when we tell them?" By this point I had closed my eyes as well.

Even in her drowsy tone, I could hear the humor in her voice. "I'd love to see Angela's reaction."

[aspenmissing]

𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

An insistent knocking awakens Dean. He realizes that he is on the floor of the motel room; the motel manager, who had been knocking, opens the door.

"Hey. It's past your checkout" Dean gets up, very groggy and walks over to the manager.

"What?" He asks.

"It's past checkout, and I've got a couple here needs your room" Dean turns his head to see an embarrassed businessman with a hooker.

"Yeah, I'll bet they do. What time is it?"

"Twelve-thirty"

"The guy and woman who was with me, have you seen them?"

"Yeah, they left before dawn in your car, he was carrying her, said she drank a bit much. You should have gone with them, because now I'm gonna have to charge you extra"

"Oh, son of a..." Dean mutters.

"It's just policy, sir"

"I need to use your computer" Dean says.

"Now, why would I let you use my computer?" Later, the Manager is counting a stack if cash, as Dean talks on the phone behind him, in front of a desktop computer.

"Hi, uh, sorry to bother you, but uh, my son and daughter snuck out of the house last night and, uh, went to a Justin Timberlake concert" There is a small pause "What? Yeah. No, Justin is quite the triple threat. Uh, anyway, they're not back yet, and, and I'm just, I'm just starting to worry" There is a small pause "Right. Yeah, kids will be kids. But see, Sammy is uh, uh, uh, a diabetic, and Y/N has uh, has asthma attacks and she didn't bring her inhaler, I just, I have to find them. Please, I'm begging you. Yeah, no, no, no, I'm on the website right now, I just need to activate the GPS in their cell phones" Dean enters a password; his GPS screen shows the name 'Dean J. Mahogoff', mobile phone number 785-555-2804 "Yeah, right there. Duluth, Minnesota. Yeah, that is a long way to go for a concert. I appreciate your help"

==

Jo is scrubbing the bar and saying goodnight to some customers.

"Good night, thank you" she says. Sam enters and clears his throat.

"Sorry, we're closing up" Jo says, her back turned to him.

"How about just one for the road?" Jo turns to face him, not looking welcoming.

"Well, you're about the last person I'd expect to see"

"Well, I guess I'm full of surprised. So can I get a beer?"

"Sure. One beer" Jo brings a bottle of beer over and sets it down on the bar firmly, then turns away, bustling over cleaning up the bar “So how'd you find me?"

"Well, uh, it's kind of what we do, you know?"

"Speaking of 'we', where's Dean and Y/N?" She asks.

"They couldn't make it"

"So, what're you doing here Sam? I mean we didn't exactly part on the best of terms. Well, me and Y/N, but not us"

"Right. Um, well, that's why I'm here" Sam takes off his jacket "I kinda -- I wanted to see if we could square things, you know?" As Sam takes off his jacket, Jo notices a circular burn mark with a short line through it on Sam's forearm.

"That looks like it hurts"

"No. Nah, just, just had a run-in with a hot stove"

"So, you were saying something about squaring things?"

"Yeah. Um ... Look, I know how you feel about my dad. And I can't say I blame you. He was obsessed -- consumed with hunting. And he didn't care who got caught in the cross-fire. And I guess that included your dad. But that was my father. That's not me"

"What about Dean and Y/N?"

"Well according to Dean, Y/N was more like my mom, but Dean. Dean's more like my father than I am, but h-..." Sam sees Jo's off look and laughs a little "Boy. You're really carrying a torch for him, aren't you?" Jo scoffs, uncomfortably "I'll take that as a yes. It's too bad" Sam is smiling tightly "'Cause see, Dean, he likes you, sure, but not in the way you'd want. I mean, maybe as kind of a . . . a little sister, just how Y/N thinks of you, you know? But -- romance, that's just out of the question, he --" Sam laughs "he kind of thinks you're a schoolgirl, you know? And Y/N, she thinks you need to be babied and that you’re not strong enough to hunt" There is a small pause "I'm not trying to hurt you, Jo, I -- I'm telling you 'cause I care"

"That's real kind of you, Sam" Jo says sarcastically.

"I mean it" Sam places a hand over hers on the bar, suggestively, possessively "I care about you a lot"

"Sam, what's going on?" She asks. She tries to pull her hand away but he holds it and won't let go.

"I can be more to you, Jo"

"Maybe you should leave"

"Okay" Sam shoves her hand away and stands to leave; Jo turns to face the bar, leaning on it heavily. Suddenly Sam reappears, grabbing her from behind and manhandling her.

"Sam, get off me! Sam! Get off me! Let go!" She closes her right hand on a beer bottle, but before she can hit him with it, he grabs her wrist and slams it onto the bar, shattering the bottle.

"Jo, Jo, Jo" She shoves her around until she faces the bar and pins her there, left hand over her wrist, right hand stroking her hair.

"Sam, no! No! Please! Please!" She screams. He slams her forehead into the bar; she is knocked out, and he lifts her carefully to lie on the bar, stroking her hair in a disturbingly gentle manner.

"It didn't have to be this way. Maybe it did" He gives her an evil grin. He picks her back up and ties her to a wide wooden post. He goes outside to the Impala and opens the shotgun door. He chuckles as he hears a noise in the backseat and opens the door, seeing Y/N against the door on the other side. "Come on big sister. You said it yourself; you don't need to be scared of me" He grabs her ankles and pulls her towards him. He manhandles her back to the bar lays her down on the bar.

"Sammy" She says sluggishly "Please, stop" He goes over to a rack and finds a belt. He walks back over to Y/N and puts in in her mouth. He walks around the bar to find a First Aid and puts it next to her head, which is lulling side to side, her eyes slightly open and skin pale from blood loss. Sam takes out bandages, tweezers, needle and thread, gauze and scissors.

"Sorry big sister, but this is gonna hurt. A lot. But this bullet needs to come out before it closes up" Sam says, smirking. He uses the scissors to cut her shirt a little from the bottom, revealing her bloody wound. He pours some alcohol onto her wound and he arches her back and bits down on the belt. Sam pushes her back down forcefully. And without any warning he sticks the tweezers into her wound in search of the bullet. She thrashes in pain until Sam, having enough, knocks her out. He digs deep until he feels the bullet, pulling it out slowly and just throws it down on the floor. He grabs the needle and threat and saws her wound up before placing the gauze over and bandages. He strokes her cheek with an evil grin "There. Now that wasn't so hard"

==

A jukebox starts playing The Doors' "Crystal Ship". Nearby, Sam is tying a groggy Y/N to another wide wooden post just as Jo slowly wakes up and looks around.

"What the hell is going on? What are you doing? What the hell have you done to Y/N?" She asks, looking to Y/N.

"So, what exactly did your mom tell you about how your dad died?"

"You're not Sam."

"Don't be so sure about that. Answer the question," Jo says nothing; Sam sighs heavily and goes around to the other side; he sits in front of her, leaning in, his expression shifting to one of open concern. He pulls out a large knife and strokes her face with it. "Come on. It's me. You can tell me anything, you know that. Answer. The question."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Our dads were in California: Devil's Gate Reservoir. They were setting a trap for some kind of hellspawn. John was hiding, waiting, and my dad was bait," Sam laughs.

"That's just like John. Oh, I'll bet he dangled Bill like meat on a hook. Then what?" He gets up and goes around to stand behind her.

"The thing showed up. John got too eager, jumped out too soon, got my dad exposed, out in the open. The thing turned around...and killed him." Sam leans in from behind Jo.

"Hmm. Not quite."

"Sam... don’t," Y/N says sluggishly.

"What?" Jo asks.

"What? Oh. See, it hurt him. It didn't kill him. You really don't know the truth, do you? I bet your mom doesn't either." Sam sits facing her again and leans in close.

"Know what?"

"You see, Bill...was all clawed up. Was holding his insides in his hands. He was gurgling and... praying to see you and Ellen one more time. So, my dad...killed him. Put him out of his misery like a sick dog."

"Leave her the hell alone!" Y/N shouts.

"You're lying. Right?" Jo says, sobbing and looks to Y/N.

"I'm not. It's true," Sam says in a quite singsong. "My daddy shot your daddy in the head..."

"How could you know that?" Sam stands up.

"I hear things." He stands and stabs the knife into the pillar, just above head level.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Like Daddy like daughter. You're bait. Open up." Sam shoves a knotted rag in her mouth and ties it around her neck. "That's a girl." Sam walks over to Y/N and lifts her head up before wrapping another rag around her mouth and tying it around her neck. The door then bursts open and Dean enters, gun out.

"Sam! Y/N!" Sam grabs the knife from the pillar, his calm expression shifting to one of desperate panic, and places the knife at Jo's throat.

"I begged you to stop me, Dean. You too Y/N," Sam yells, sounding more like Sam again.

"Put the knife down, dammit."

"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her. Please. You'd be doing me a favour! Shoot me." Sam turns to face Dean, arms spread. "Shoot me!" Y/N shrugs the rag from around her mouth.

"Sammy. Please just, stop," she says. Dean stares, gun steady and looks at Jo and Y/N out of the corner of his eyes.

"No, Sammy, come on," Dean turns away, lowering the gun.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?" Dean turns suddenly, flinging water from a flask at Sam; the water hisses and steams as it strikes.

"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Sam raises his head; his eyes are the solid black of a demon's. Dean flings more holy water at him; Sam growls, turns and runs, bursting through a window and fleeing. Dean takes the knife and cuts Y/N free then Jo and she pulls the gag out of her knife as Dean and Y/N runs towards the shattered window.

"He was possessed?!" Dean turns and stares at her for a moment, then leaps through the window followed by Y/N. "Dean! Y/N!"

==

Dean, Y/N, and Possessed-Sam stalk each other through a dim, crowded warehouse, the three have handguns. During the following they never see each other directly, instead hiding stealthily behind piles and boxes and shouting at each other.

"So, who are you?" Y/N asks.

"I got lots of names."

"You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?"

"You shoulda seen your faces when you thought he murdered that guy. Pathetic."

"Why didn't you kill us? You had a dozen chances."

"Nah, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? You see, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway. Fun's over now."

"Well, I hope you got your kicks. 'Cause you're gonna pay hell for this, I'm gonna make sure of that."

"How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your little brother." Dean and Y/N are putting their guns away, pulling out the flask of holy water. "See, I think you two are gonna die, Dean, Y/N. You and every other hunter I can find. One look as Sam's dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door." Possessed-Sam gets up, heading outside; Dean and Y/N follow. They are on an open-air dock. Once Dean and Y/N are out in the open, looking around at the water, Sam steps out, takes aim, and shoots Dean, hitting him in the shoulder. Dean is knocked into the water with a splash. Y/N jumps in after him; Sam stalks to the edge and peers over where Dean fell and Y/N jumped; not seeing Dean or Y/N in the water, he smiles.

==

Jo is walking quickly through the docks, a flashlight in one hand and her cell phone in the other; she's calling Dean, and his voicemail picks up.

"This is Dean. Leave a message." Jo goes to ring Y/N, but her voicemail also picks up.

"Sorry I'm not here. Please leave a message." Jo hangs up the phone with a sigh of frustration and continues searching. Moments later she calls Dean again, and this time hears Dean's ringtone coming from below her, by the water. She runs down to where he is lying unconscious at the bottom of a ramp. Y/N is next to him, also unconscious.

"Dean! Y/N!" They wake with a groan, coughing; they're completely wet. "Take it easy."

"Where's Sam?" Dean asks, shuddering and groaning in pain.

"I don't know, I've been looking for you two. Come on, get up." Y/N stands and helps Jo to help Dean stand up. He leans on them heavily, groaning, clutching his shoulder, as they walk back to the bar. Later, Dean and Y/N have changed into warmer clothes. Dean is seated at a table, gripping the edge with his right hand, his left-hand holding Y/N's as Jo digs the bullet out of his left shoulder. He's groaning loudly.

"Don't be a baby!" Jo says.

"God!"

"Almost. All right, got it. Got it." She drops the bloodstained bullet in a glass of clear alcohol. Dean takes a few healthy swigs from a bottle of whiskey.

"If you search around here, you'll find my bullet," Y/N says, grabbing the bottle from Dean and taking a sip.

"Your bullet?" Dean asks.

"Oh yeah, Sam or the thing possessing him shot me in the motel room. It was my own fault. I should have never wrestled him knowing he had a cocked gun." Dean forces her to stand; He lifts it up, revealing bloody bandages and a gauze.

"Did he take it out?" Jo asks.

"Yeah. Hurt like a bitch but eventually he knocked me out." Jo continues to treat Dean's wound and he flinches in pain.

"God, you're a butcher."

"You're welcome," Jo says sarcastically.

"All right, are we done?"

"Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help Sam if you're bleeding to death." Dean takes another swig from the bottle as Jo continues layering gauze and tape over the wound. "So, how did you two know? That he was possessed?"

"Uh, we didn't, we just knew that it couldn't have been him."

"Hey, guys."

"Yeah?" They ask in unison.

"I know demons lie, but...do they ever tell the truth too?"

"Um, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head." Dean takes another swig. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing. Doesn't matter." Y/N looks to Jo with a sad expression. "So do you two have any idea where he's headed to next?"

"Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so...closest one I know lives in South Dakota," Dean says.

"Okay good, I'm done. Let's go."

"Yeah." Dean stands up. "You're not coming."

"The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this now."

"I can't say it plainer than this. You try to follow us and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is our fight. We're not getting your blood on our hands. That's just how it's gonna be." Dean and Y/N turn to leave.

"Wait." They turn back and she throws Dean out a prescription pill bottle. "Here. Take these, they'll help with the pain." Y/N nods and smiles.

"Thanks. We'll call you later, okay?" Dean says and they leave.

"No, you won't," Jo says to herself after the twins leave. It's raining as Dean and Y/N drive down a dark stretch of road; Y/N dials a number on her cell. Elsewhere, a phone rings several times, until Sam cuts the phone line running outside the house with a knife. Y/N looks at her phone and sighs.

"Dammit," she says.

[indefiniteimagines]

AHHHHHH !!! Blame it on the Benzos is literally my favorite 🤩 you killed that shit and my bussy 💦

Can I request Elly getting dared to give the reader a hickey and it escalates from there

A/N: STOOOPP Thank you!!!

WARNINGS: Language, hickeys, SMUT!, Deepthoating, throat fucking, face slaps, slight squirting, cum swallowing.  I got a little carried away oops. HAPPY EUPHORIA DAY!!!

"Y/n, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"We all had this conversation already, so I'll ask you: how many guys have you fucked?" I looked at Jules with wide eyes and looked to the floor.

"Um, I guess four..?"

"Wait, you guess?" she asked questioningly.

"Yeah. I mean if you must know, there was penetration. But it was over so quick with two of them, I don't know if I fully count it. The other two, whew. Very into neck biting and giving hickeys. I would wake up with them all over my body sometimes. And then when we all got together..." I briefly closed my eyes and shivered my body. When I opened them, all three were just looking at me.

"Neck biting and hickeys, huh?" This seemed to intrigue Elliot. 

“A whole threesome?” Rue asked.

I was kind of embarrassed before shooting, "Pervert" at Jules.

"I'm not a pervert!"

"You're kind of a pervert." See, Rue agreed.

"Kinda, pervy, bro." And so did Elliot. He looked back at me and kind of looked me up and down with something in his eye before turning his attention back to Jules. I looked around the room and Rue was eyeing us before also turning her attention.

"Ugh! Moving on. Y/n, go."

"Uhhh, Rue. I dare you toooooo....spend two minutes alone in the bathroom with Elly." Jules hit me in the arm and the other two smirked. They walked off and Jules plopped on the bed. I poked her in the thigh, "Wadda think they're doin?" I asked kind of teasingly.

"Shut up. I hate you."

"Hey, that was payback for that invasive ass question," I say poking her in the side now. She flinched away while giggling and then we just stared at the ceiling.

"This is a long ass two minutes."

"I agree. Guys?" I hop off the bed and knock on the bathroom door. Elliot opened it and said they would be right out. I turned to Jules and shrugged before going back to her. The pair come out of the bathroom and go back to where they were.

"What happened?”

"Sorry, Babe. Not your turn. Elliot," Rue extends her arm and points to the curly haired boy. He does the same, "Rue."

"I dare you to..." she walks over to him and whispers the rest in his ear. He smirks before smiling wide. Elliot looks between all of us before going over to Jules. He leans down and places a soft kiss to her lips. My jaw drops and I look at Rue who raises her eyebrows and smirks. Elliot separates he and Jules and looks to me. He turns behind him halfway and Rue gives a nod.

"My dare was to kiss Jules and...give you a hickey."

"Wha-why?"

"Because you let it slip that you're into neck biting and we’ve all made out already. Consider it initiation," Rue interjects.

He places his hands on my thighs while kneeling in front of me. He grabs my hand and places a kiss on it before leaning up and connecting his lips with my neck. My breath becomes a little unsteady and he definitely notices. He places his left hand on the other side of my neck to get more skin between his teeth. I let a half wince/moan while connecting my hand to the back of his neck to pull him closer. His breathing is getting heavier when he lays me back on the bed.

His left hand leaves my neck and squeezes my hip when he bites and sucks hard one last time. He kisses up my jaw when he places a kiss near my lips, almost as if he's testing the waters. I turn my head and meet his lips. His tongue battles mine when he grinds his hips down onto my clothed pussy. I lift my hips and tug at the bottom of his shirt before we finally separate. We look each other deep in the eyes until he turns my head to the side to admire his work. A kiss was placed on my cheek when he sits up and gets off the bed. I follow his action and sit up also. Jules is still on the bed and her eyes are wide with her mouth slightly agape.

"That-that was. That-whoa," she stumbled over her words. Clearly turned on.

We all just kind of looked between each other before I excused myself to the restroom. I inspected the new mark on my neck and got wet all over again. The feeling of his stubble brushing against my collar bone. His heavy breath in my ear. My knees almost go weak at the memory. I use the restroom quickly, flush the toilet and turn on the faucet before exiting. When I do, I'm immediately backed into the wall by the door and lips are connected with mine.

Large hands roam my body while I'm still trying to comprehend what is happening. He lifts off my shirt before reconnecting our lips. He only breaks away to say that Jules and Rue excused themselves for the night and that they said bye. That flipped a switch in me and now my hands were all over him. 

He tugged at the hair on the nape of my neck, pulling my head back. He moaned before he licked his mark. I moaned at him reminding me what he did, but winced when I felt his start another one right below it. I try my best to fumble with the button on his jeans and he lets go of my neck to help me. He crashes his lips back to mine when he pushes them down to his ankles before stepping out of them. 

“You like neck biting and body marks,” he said between kisses. “Sounds like you like to be claimed. You know what I like?” He kisses me deeply one last time before pushing me to my knees, “swallow my dick, baby.”

I place my hands on his boxer clad thighs when I rub my nose over his clothed cock. I open my mouth and lick the hard bulge that his becoming more and more prominent through the thin material. He groans and runs his hand through my hair. I finally tug on the waistband, freeing his semi-hard cock. I reach up to wrap my hand around the side while swiping my tongue against the other. Once I reach the tip, I let it pass my lips before sucking on it lightly. I stoke his shaft and let his cock deeper and deeper. 

His other hand grips my head and holds it in place. He starts to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth before slowly sliding his cock the rest of the way down my throat. He slacks his head back and lets out a deep moan when my nose reaches his pelvic bone. I can feel his cock growing between my lips and my pussy starts to throb. I release his thighs and slip my hand inside of my waistband, down to my soaking cunt. I start to rub my clit and then insert a finger.

He lowers his head to look at me and sees what I’m doing.

 “Mmmmm is throating my dick making you wet, baby?” 

I raise my eyes and look at him and he lets out another moan. He caresses my jaw, “So fucking beautiful like this. On your knees for me. Dick all the way down your throat,” he pushed his hips further with the last sentence and I slightly choked. I released him from my throat, but kept him in the cheek of my mouth while I caught my breath. I was breathing heavily, drool starting to run down my mouth. He harshly taps on his cock through my cheek, “C’mon. Back down.” He repositions his stance above me and I take a deep breath before letting his cock slide back down my throat. 

I look up at him with glorious tears running down my cheeks and he keeps thrusting. After a little, he wraps his hands around my neck to pull me up off my knees. He yanks off my pants before guiding me to the bed. He lays me on my back and tugs off his t-shirt. He kisses me deeply and then trails sloppy kisses and love bites down my body. He reaches my pussy and teasingly runs his finger over my swollen bud. I let out a shuddery gasp and he smiles and starts to suck on it. My hands intertwine in his hair while I pull his lips deeper into me. His nose is grazing my clit while his tongue is plunging out of my tight hole. 

“FUCK! I’m cumming!” He started licking faster before I start to grind my hips against his lips. His left hand goes down to his hard cock and starts aggressively stroking. My juices flow out of my and he catches it all before licking me clean. He climbs up my body until he is practically sitting on my chest. He is still stoking his cock in my face and I stick my tongue out while he lets out a deep, guttural moan. I feel warm ropes of cum hit my taste buds and I moan while swallowing all of him. I swipe what missed my mouth and suck it off my finger.

“Holy fuck,” he says quietly. 

He runs his hand through his hair before kissing me and giggling in my mouth. I pull away and join him in his childish sounds.

“Well that fuckin happened.”

“Yeah it did. Are you okay?”

“I’m ecstatic.”

[togrowoldinv]

Your Very Own Nathan Drake

Tom Holland x Reader

When Tom shows up to your apartment, you’re watching his new movie

Note: You can blame this fic on me just very strongly simping for Tom in Uncharted lol. It’s all fluff. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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“Hey darling!” Tom says as he enters your apartment. You’re in the kitchen cooking dinner with the tv volume up high, so you don’t hear him.

Tom glances around the place looking for you and he smiles when he catches sight of you watching a very familiar movie.

You practically jump when you feel his strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Tom! You scared me!” You say with your hand over your heart. It beats fast in your chest.

“I’m sorry, my love,” Tom says with a laugh and he kisses your cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you say as you relax into his arms.

“I can see that,” he says teasingly and you then remember you were watching Uncharted, perhaps a little too intensely.

“Oh, um-“ you begin as you turn around in his arms. “It was available for purchase and I was missing you, so I thought why not,” you say, your neck warms with embarrassment. “It’s kind of silly I’m-“

“Hey, no, no, baby. I’m glad you like the movie and it’s sweet that you wanted to see me when you were missing me,” Tom says. He runs his hands over your arms and you feel your embarrassment fading.

“Yeah?”

“Of course, darling. I love that you support me so much,” Tom says. He moves one hand to caress your cheek and leans in closer.

“I will always support you,” you say. You break the distance and kiss his lips gently. When you pull away, he’s smiling at you so wide.

“So, I guess you still like the movie?” He asks.

“Like it? I love it, babe. There’s this one guy in it who’s like super cute and hot and muscular. I’m pretty sure I need to marry him one day,” you say with a smile.

“Oh, he’s definitely into that,” Tom replies and he kisses you this time. His hands hold your face and he makes up for lost time with his touch.

“Tom,” you say against his lips. “Let me cook dinner and then we can finish this, okay?”

“Okay,” he says but it’s a few more minutes before he stops kissing you. He rests his forehead against yours. “Sorry I got carried away, baby.”

“That’s perfectly okay, Tom,” you say.

“How about you let me finish this food up and you go relax and watch the movie, yeah?” Tom asks and you almost laugh at the suggestion until you realize he’s being serious.

“You want to cook dinner?”

“Yeah, why not? Go on then love, I’ll bring you a plate and some wine,” Tom says, kissing your cheek and taking over the cooking.

You settle onto the couch and he joins you not long after. You count yourself very lucky to be with Tom, your very own Nathan Drake.

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