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lilacxquartz · 8 months ago

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Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 9

satoru gojo x f!reader × suguru geto

plot: you moved to tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. as you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

chapter summary: The balance is restored again as the four of you reunite, however, some tension still brews.

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9. Plum Wine

Arriving back to your chosen home admittedly felt surreal. When you woke up a little disoriented in the passenger seat, you could tell that you were from home and back in the city without even needing to take in your surroundings.

Satoru parked in a vacant spot just outside Shoko’s apartment and gave you instructions to take your things into the building, reassuring you that he just needed to set up parking with the machine nearby.

Albeit groggily, you made your way up through the complex and carried yourself back inside to Shoko’s unit, dragging your things inside. Both the wine and your bag weren’t particularly heavy but you still felt sluggish from the journey.

The last couple of days were nothing more than a distant fever dream already in your mind as you longed to do nothing more than to relax, so being back to your new home felt incredibly freeing.

And upon entering, seeing Shoko reminded you of the wine so in the midst of your half asleep state, you drew the bottle towards her as she quickly got up to investigate your offering.

“Ah, [name],” she sang as she took the bottle out of your hands, seemingly genuinely pleased, “you’re back and you remembered.”

“Yeah, um, it’s a dessert wine I think,” you yawned as you warned her, letting go of the bottle, “so take it slowly.”

Satoru finally caught up to everyone and gently brushed by you as he entered the area, his ears perking up at the mention of something to do with dessert, “Wait, did you say it’s sweet?”

“Absolutely not, stay back,” Shoko frowned as she hugged the bottle to her chest and attempted to retreat, finding him suddenly a little too interested for her liking.

In the meantime, your eyes glanced around the apartment, feeling relieved to finally be back. You noticed that Suguru was also present within the apartment; leaning himself back against the sofa with his arms around the frame appearing to be relaxed and back to his usual self. Hopefully whatever was going on in his mind had come to pass but you couldn’t be too sure.

Shoko joined him on the other side of the sofa, hoping that you would take the spot next to her so that she could keep Satoru’s hands far away from the wine but he ended up sitting next to her anyway, leaving you nestled between him and Suguru instead.

This prompted her to draw out an annoyed sigh as she reluctantly got up to get some glasses. One big one for herself and three noticeably smaller ones for everyone else, pouring everyone just enough worthy of a sampling amount—just enough to taste.

The wine tasted tart against your lips with a smooth consistency, almost a little like syrup, but you still found it to be quite nice even if it had some sour notes. Satoru seemed to be enjoying his portion more than anyone else even though Shoko seemed to be almost done with her portion already. Suguru meanwhile took just one whiff of the stuff before pouring his sample into your glass instead.

As you drank however, your stomach growled noticeably loud, finding that you were pretty hungry from skipping breakfast due to Satoru’s rushed exit from your town. Even before then, you couldn’t quite eat properly due to your relentless nerves causing both your body and mind to stir.

Getting up with the glass in hand, you drifted towards the open kitchenette instead. Shoko’s apartment was designed in a very open way leaving the kitchen only separated by a counter bar, leaving you freely able to talk to whoever remained in the living room. Not that you’d take too long, you mostly just wanted something simple to sate your hunger then you’d be right back.

While your culinary knowledge wasn’t excellent, you were always able to whip up a simple bowl of tamago kake gohan to soothe your hunger. It was a simple enough concept and generated very little of a mess; you’d crack an egg over some hot rice and let it cook in the heat.

Shoko followed you over as she set out a small bowl for herself while you washed the rice, her fingertips tracing along your arm as she grabbed another drink from the fridge before sitting back down. She didn’t have to say much as you simply just nodded to acknowledge her request, finding it to be no problem at all.

Taking a moment to process just how loud your stomach was just now, Suguru leaned forward slightly as he spoke up with some concern, “They didn’t feed you in town or what?”

Just as you were about to respond however, Satoru did so on your behalf, cutting you off completely.

“They did, just not a lot. Her parents both cooked and ate small portions,” he said in your place instead.

“Still, were there no convenience stores so you could at least go and pick up something quick?” Shoko asked, tilting her head as she pressed the glass against her lips.

“We passed by maybe one supermarket on a walk before but it was closed quite early, maybe 9 in the evening,” Satoru continued to speak, reciting his time spent there, “maybe it would have had cheap ramen or something similar, but…”

“Wouldn’t have happened either way,” you replied at last, finally contributing to the conversation, “if my parents were upstairs, then there’s a rule to not use the kitchen.”

“That’s odd,” Shoko furrowed her brows, “a bit too strict, no?”

“I-I mean yeah, but I’m back now, so it’s not an issue anymore,” you replied as you awkwardly tried to laugh off the building discomfort, knowing that if you were the one who had to initiate it then it was probably a bad sign.

As the silence continued, Suguru picked himself up after a while and walked up to you while you were fluffing the rice out of the cooker. He then took a close step right behind you, leaning his hips into your back as he reached for the overhead cabinet right above you.

As you gulped away the sudden discomfort from what you were feeling, Satoru watched this whole thing unfold with intense curiosity while Shoko invested her focus on what she was seeing. She didn’t pay it too much mind though as she didn’t care to police what went on behind closed doors but to Satoru it felt different.

It didn’t quite seem to him like something was going on, but it didn’t seem like it was nothing either.

“Here you go,” Suguru said, placing a couple of glass seasoning bottles over you onto the counter, “I’m not letting you eat plain rice, so...”

You tensely nodded as you did as he suggested, packing the now seasoned rice off into two individual bowls, cracking open an egg to mix the contents together while the smell continued to tempt your empty stomach.

Shoko reached for her bowl as you sat back down along with Suguru, the two of you scarfing down your food while Suguru continued to spread his leg out closer towards yours as Satoru couldn’t help but notice that something was off in the air.

Soon enough the tension dispersed again as Shoko led the course of the conversation as Satoru followed; another drunken evening hatched from the result of talkative company. The four of you passively weaved through all sorts of topics until somehow the subject of intimacy popped up, leaving you starkly quiet.

You simply just listened along as you sank into the sofa, quietly pouring yourself more and more to drink as you felt left out yet again, finding that while you were all adults and that it wasn’t an issue—that you rather felt left behind once again, knowing that everyone was different but it just felt different when it was you.

Was this something friends disclosed with each other so casually? Was this normal? Or was it just them?

Shoko, noticing your lack of participation, tried to ease you in with an easy prompt, trying to involve you so that she could stop listening to a second more of Satoru’s past encounters.

“So, [name], I take it that you haven’t really done much?” she asked you, her voice curious and her tone kind. However when you’re insecure, even kindness feels like mockery.

“Well, n-not really…” you admitted, trying to stare off into the glass.

Shoko’s voice softened, “Not even a little kiss?”

“I mean… technically not really,” you considered, “unless you count—oh, ah-“

Your heart dropped as you realised exactly what you were about to reveal as you froze dead in your tracks. The kiss didn’t really count in your mind as it was shared under fabricated circumstances but it was still a kiss either way.

“—Oh yeah,” Satoru piped up as he poured himself a final glass.

Shoko remained silent for a moment as she connected the dots at a record speed; her eyes widening as a wide smile formed bordering equal parts disgust as well as fascination formed on her face. Suddenly, this was her business to pry.

“No! No, [name]! Really?” she teased, trying to hold back violent laughter that she couldn’t contain for a second longer, “why did you do that to yourself?”

While you scrambled for a response, Suguru listened in complete silence as he took in the information in complete and utter sobriety, sinking his back further off into the sofa, spreading his legs out even further—forcing himself to relax, leaving you with absolutely zero space to put your own legs. As a result, you were forced to swing them over his own which in the peak of the intoxicated moment.

Just as he wanted for you to do.

“Ah, but [name],” Shoko continued to tease, “tell me why—why did you put yourself through such a thing?”

“H-he said it w-was to sell the whole fake boyfriend thing b-better,” you stuttered as you struggled to put your words together, leaving behind a complete mess of your explanations.

“Satoru, you ass!” Shoko scolded him as she jokingly hit him with a sofa pillow, laughing at the whole situation, “Listen, I’m so sorry that he was your first kiss, [name].”

“Hey, I was just helping her out, right?” Satoru laughed as he dramatically tried to shield himself from her wrath.

As this happened, you nervously laughed along as well, quickly finding that in being able to do so that you were actually doing wonders for your own crucial self development. Slowly but surely, the fear of being perceived by others would begin to disappear and then you could finally-

“—So, this probably means you’re still a virgin, right?” Suguru interrupted, causing the laughter to quickly fall flat.

The silence lasted especially long for you as you struggled to even answer the question. Your continued lack of response confirmed to the men that it was a yes, even though Satoru already had his suspicions given how you received his kiss back in the town.

Upon noticing your immediate discomfort, Shoko then stood up and clapped her hands, “Okay anyway, it’s getting pretty late and I’m sure we’re all very tired here, so we’re going to sleep. Got it?”

Before Satoru could say anything, she dragged him away off to the front door and then returned to do the same for Suguru who was quickly reunited with his friend.

“Yeah, I mean… I’ll be going back now anyway,” Satoru nodded as he finally snapped back to his senses, “it was a long drive and I have to be up early tomorrow.”

“Yup, me too,” Suguru mumbled under his own breath, retreating off into the stairwell following Satoru.

Shoko sat by your side and leaned you into a comforting side hug as she noticed just how much tension you still seemed to carry, understanding that it might have been a bit too much for you.

Rubbing your arms, she leaned her head against your shoulder, “Don’t let those idiots get to you. If they bring it up ever again, just tell me and I’ll shut ‘em up for you.”

You nodded as you continued to try and thaw yourself from being frozen into place, eventually relaxing as she slowly peeled herself off of you.

After a while, you then went back to your bedroom to hopefully forget about this whole thing.

~~~

The next day seemed to arrive suspiciously quickly as you awoke to a pounding knock on your bedroom door. You knew that it was very unlikely to have been Shoko as she wouldn’t rattle your door the same way, so it must have been someone else.

You groaned as you set up feeling the remaining hangover hit. You were technically fine but the sweet wine from the night before settled into a strange feeling that anchored within your gut.

You didn’t really remember all that much of what you talked about as the details were fuzzy likely due to both the exhaustion from the trip as well as the booze hitting you.

You just hoped that it was nothing too embarrassing.

Sitting yourself up and forcing yourself to your feet, you opened up the door to see Suguru waiting right outside. For a moment he didn’t say anything as he locked his eyes on you and took in exactly what you were wearing before clearing his throat and reaching into his pocket.

He shoved a piece of paper into your hands as you reacted slowly to keep up, “Your first payslip.”

You yawned as you unfolded the paper, attempting to focus your eyes to read the it, finding that it was indeed from the college.

“Oh, they didn’t mail it here?” you asked.

“Jujutsu Tech is criminally slow with keeping their records properly updated,” Suguru said as he leaned into the doorway, not quite entering just yet, “it’ll take a while before they even notice you’ve updated your address, so you’ll have to keep collecting it from the dorms until they finally get around to fixing it.”

“Oh, that’s annoying,” you yawned in response as you set the paper on the dresser nearby.

“Yeah…” he nodded, pausing to watch you yawn.

Suguru watched intently as you did so, finding something strangely endearing about your half asleep state. There was something about your messy unbrushed hair and sleepy eyes in combination with the slightly stained oversized t-shirt you wore. He liked seeing you looking comfortable, finding that it turned him on, even.

It left him wondering just how much you showed off to Satoru, if you even did so at all. To think that you spent a whole weekend away with the guy left him with feelings that he didn’t like. He simply didn’t want Satoru to have you—feeling a little territorial as he finally began to understand his own feelings.

Not that he was making much of an effort to communicate them at all.

(But that would soon change.)

“So, do you have any plans for today?” he asked you, attempting to keep a warm tone.

“Sleeping more?” you yawned.

Suguru hummed as he stared at your weary state, “How about a movie instead? There’s something I want to see and Satoru is busy, so…”

“I mean, I guess I could…?” you replied thinking that because it wasn’t a particularly strenuous task that it should be completely fine.

“The airing is this afternoon, maybe we could make it?” he asked you, using the most polite tone that he could possibly muster, wanting to get you used to spending time with him.

“Yeah,” you replied as you talked yourself into it, “y-yeah, um, let me just shower.”

He nodded as he accepted your response, watching you slip away into the shower as you locked the door, feeling a little disappointed as he watched you carry off a change of clothes with you.

Suguru then stiffened a little as he imagined you fully naked with just a mere door separating the two of you, damp and reddened skin, softened from steam. The water that would cling against your body, the droplets that would refuse to roll away… just everything about it slowly drove him insane.

His imagination ran wild as he then closed the door to your bedroom, knowing that he shouldn’t be snooping around when Shoko was so close by, but his curiosity kept getting the better of him.

His eyes scanned around the room, finding himself judging your room for looking a little too messy for his liking but not half bad. Things like clothes on the floor were apparent but he also noticed that you didn’t really have a wardrobe, so a chair had to tank the responsibility.

Guiltily, his eyes drifted off towards a pair of discarded underwear off to the side of the bed and he couldn’t help but wonder exactly how you smelled. He stared at the pair for a long time before opening up the door to confirm that the water was still running in the bathroom, before taking a risk and grabbing the pair.

He fumbled with the fabric to find the crotch section of the pair, pressing it up against his nose to collect a deep inhale, closing his eyes to even just savour the smell, adjusting the problem in his sweatpants as he did so. He then pocketed the pair, thinking you wouldn’t even notice that anything was missing.

And as soon as he heard the bathroom door open up, he quickly sat himself down on the bed and pretended to be doing something on his phone instead.

You didn’t suspect a single thing as you walked inside fully dressed, ready to blowdry your hair. As far as you understood, he was on good behaviour and that’s when you started to let your guard down.

Knowing that it was probably unwise to do so.

He watched as you got ready in front of him, stealing glimpses of you when you didn’t notice. You were fully clothed at this point but even just the little things like brushing your hair and putting on moisturiser was enough for him to enjoy the sight of.

“So, what are we watching?” you asked as you both walked out of the bedroom door.

“Some type of horror film, hope you don’t mind?”

“Uh, sure, why not?” you nervously replied.

Shoko emerged from her room looking a little exhausted but wearing a look of determination on her face, pulling you both off to the side as she searched her mind for what to say.

“I have a friend coming over at four-ish,” she finally spoke as she turned to face you, her voice sounding a little raw, “I think you’re both quite similar and I’d like for you to meet—think you’ll be around?”

You were about to say something but then Suguru replied on your own behalf.

“The movie won’t run for six hours,” he assured Shoko, “I’ll have her back to you by then.”

“Oh, well in that case, have fun,” Shoko nodded with a faint smile as she yawned, going back to her bedroom to catch a few extra hours of sleep.

You half envied her, still feeling tired yourself.

~~~

The cinema itself was quite full despite it being a random weekday, but you supposed that’s just what summer break entailed around these parts. Back home, summer break was a hit or miss and was entirely dependent on whether or not your parents had money if you were a teen.

Most people your age back then would loiter around the town and the ones who could afford it, would be long gone on the train off to the nearby city instead.

Those even better off would be overseas with their families.

It left you feeling a little envious bad you considered it all, wondering how it must have been to spend your most critical years in such a vibrant city.

Would you have been a different person if you had that freedom?

Or would you have just made a different excuse?

Suguru somehow had managed to choose a film that wasn’t so populated, with maybe a handful of other people inside. You supposed that was the fault of the age restrictions, as this particular movie was rated quite mature.

Watching the film also left you feeling a little afraid surprisingly as you thought it to be quite scary, at least for your tastes. Even if you were used to the everyday grotesque side of life with cursed spirits shadowing your vision, it was still a little unsettling to witness what non-sorcerers were capable of coming up with.

During a particular scene, maybe halfway through the movie, you noticed that his hand crept up your thigh again as it slowly moved up your skirt and squeezed against your leg. In response, you shifted away a little and found that he didn’t mind for a change, moving his hand away and seeming completely unphased.

Come the end of the movie, he never once mentioned that particular moment and instead just quietly took you back to your apartment without saying that much at all other than what your option was for the movie and whether you had enjoyed it or not.

Maybe if you continued to quietly ignore his expressed interest, then he would eventually back away for good.

Maybe that’s all it took.

(But it wouldn’t do a single thing.)

(It just made him want you even more.)

(And tonight he’s going to show you exactly how he feels.)

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trans-axolotl2 · 2 years ago

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So annoyed with psychiatry students that I’ve seen lately who reply to posts attacking the DSM in order to claim that “all of their professors criticize the DSM and none of us in the profession like it these days!” This is such a blatantly false statement it almost makes me laugh. Firstly, many, many professors still glorify the DSM and teach it uncritically—I’ve been in classes with many professors who love the DSM! Secondly, even if you have one class that criticizes the DSM, the DSM and ICD is still the operative paradigm through which psychiatry operates in the United States—look at diagnostic codes, billing codes, and just how the whole fucking system operates—even if you criticize the DSM, psychs are still engaging with and offering legitimacy to the medical model of psychiatry. Thirdly most of us have so many issues with psychiatry beyond just the DSM, and the DSM is just a a reflection of the larger dynamics of power and control. So even if you are a psych who is critical of the DSM, there’s still probably a million other things you do that participate in a system that harms mad/neurodivergent/mentally ill people.

if you constantly feel the need to justify that you’re “not like everyone else in your profession” maybe consider what that means about the system you work in, the ethical dilemmas you are 100% going to face when you try to work within that system, and whether the personal values you are going to have to betray are worth the benefits you might bring to people.

#antipsych #antipsychiatry #mad pride #mad studies #madness #disability justice

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garmanarnarr · 7 months ago

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Rickorty Week Day 4: Mythological Creatures

vampire morty | 2k words | Rated M for blood drinking and sexual content

@rickortyweek

Morty’s getting pretty good at asking for it.

“H-hey, Rick?”

Rick doesn’t look over from the TV, which is currently playing a rerun of a JoJo Siwa political documentary in a universe where she’s the president of the United States. It’s a miniseries, a retrospective, and they’ve been powering through episodes all night. Everyone went to bed long ago; Mom, Dad, and Summer had started to give Morty a wide berth after ten PM. But he doesn’t mind not sleeping, now, because Rick doesn’t sleep either. Only in fits and starts. Sometimes over his work bench, face mashed into mechanical junk, or passed out on the couch. He snores, but only when he’s really drunk– not that Morty’s watching.

“Um,” Morty says, picking at a thread on the couch cushion.

“What?” Rick sounds too distant to be annoyed, just flat and tired.

“M’ getting kinda, you know.”

“What?”

“Hungry?” Morty’s voice cracks on the last part.

Jojo screams something excitedly on the TV, pointing at a diplomat from another country and waving. Her facial rhinestones match her power suit.

Rick’s still watching, glazed eyes flashing in the TV’s glow. “Her foreign policy sucked,” he mutters.

“I’m hungry, Rick.”

“Want me to order some fucking sugar chicken, then?” Rick asks, finally swiveling to actually look at Morty. “Huh, Morty? Want some Panda Express?”

Morty’s throat feels so dry it crackles. He thinks of the pool of sunlight that’ll be creeping towards them through the glass patio doors when the sun rises in a few hours, ready to burn him. His vision blurs a little and he gives a painful swallow.

“Y-y-you know what I mean, Rick,” he whispers. It isn’t fair that Rick always plays him like this when he’s fucked Morty up in the first place. Experiment gone sour, vampirism— Morty had to pick that term up– spreading too aggressively to be cut out, too deeply to pull the plug and hop to a clone. He rests his hand on the couch next to Rick’s leg. Not touching it, but just, you know, next to it. He can feel the heat of Rick’s body beside his own like he’s sitting near a radiator. Throbbing is such a weird word, but that’s the only way to describe it. Rick is throbbing with heat. Morty runs his tongue over the stubs of his teeth.

“You know, my blood is probably some of the nastiest shit you could put inside you,” Rick’s saying. “Got yeeears of k-lax and alcohol abuse in here. And some other stuff. I think one of Unity’s non-humanoid bodies might have had–”

“I don’t care. E-everything else tastes like ass and I don’t want to drink it.” Morty makes a face, saying that out loud, but it’s true. The bags of O-positive Rick had pulled out of his lab freezer after he’d just turned Morty had tasted like the equivalent of soggy pizza cardboard. Real pizza– all normal food– also tastes terrible. Animal blood has a funky, earthy smell and a worse flavor, when he’d tried it. And he isn’t about to make anyone else let him drink their blood.

Rick made his own bed. He can lie in it.

Rick watches his face for a moment, expression unreadable. Then he sighs, and rolls up his sleeve.

“Not on the couch, you little moron. Or, you wanna g-get b-blood everywhere?”

“I won’t get it everywhere,” Morty whines. He did the first time, when they fed in the garage, but he’s neater about it, now. He’d been so new, then, and dying for it, ready to rip Rick’s veins right open, ready to swim inside him to make the pain of his thirst go away. Now, after two weeks of feedings, he doesn’t waste a drop.

Rick tries to stand, but Morty catches his wrist. He’s taken aback at his own strength; that’s still a surprising perk. He keeps accidentally breaking doorknobs off of classrooms in school. Denting his locker door when he closes it with a slam so loud it echoes through the hallways. Shattering glasses. Jerking his own dick too hard and too fast by accident.

Rick pauses, looking down at him. He seems like he’s weighing making his grandson let go with words or by force. But Morty doesn’t let go. He can feel the throbbing of Rick’s blood now, pulse pressed against the circle of his fingers. His stomach twists with a tortured sounding gurgle.

“Please,” he says.

“Alright. Jesus,” Rick says, sitting back down with a roll of his eyes, yanking his wrist out Morty’s grasp quickly enough to break his hold. “Just a second, A-A-Augustus Gloop.”

He reaches into the breast pocket of his lab coat and pulls out a little packet, which he rips open with his teeth. Morty’s chest thuds because it looked kind of like a condom. He probably shouldn’t have thought that. Rick unfolds the moist towelette inside and uses it to briskly swab the inner part of his forearm. The pale stretch of it gleams up under the light of the ad that’s playing on TV, riddled with blue and green veins, skin going translucent with age. Morty’s mouth waters.

“You– you just carry a swab with you?” he asks, licking back drool. It’s a genuine question. Did Rick want to– was he just waiting around for Morty to—

“More for my benefit than yours. Human mouths are one of the diEUUGHrtiest parts of our bodies, Morty.”

“That doesn’t seem true, but okay,” Morty says.

“I’m not fucking with you. Humans are filthy.”

Rick throws the used wipe over the back of the couch, then pats the space beside him, like they’re going to cozy up and watch more TV together, easy as anything. Morty crawls over.

Rick offering his skinny-ass forearm to him like this in the middle of the house is insane. They usually feed in the garage, sitting clinically in separate foldable chairs, lights flipped on. It’s dark in the living room, and it should be hard to see—should leave Morty fumbling and awkward, unable to function—but it doesn’t. Morty’s different, now. Darkness is easy. This close, he can sense all the sweet spots where the most blood flows in Rick’s body and where to land the best bite; he would have liked it a lot better if Rick let him feed at his neck, or at the top of his thighs, or even near his armpits, he thinks, but he’ll take what Rick will give him.

“Don’t– don’t rip my fuckin’ arm off here, Morty, I need it.” They’re so close together that Rick’s voice is quieter than normal. Maybe he’s a little scared. Morty likes that; the idea of being able to scare Rick, a bit, for once.

“I won’t,” Morty says with a lisp. His pointy canine teeth are getting longer in his mouth and making it hard to talk. Carefully, he takes Rick’s offered arm into his hands. His left one, the one with less cybernetic shit in it, flesh and blood around a hollow titanium bone that sheathes a grappling device. He smells kind of bad but also kind of good, like he always does, like alcohol sweats and a familiar old man powderiness. Morty darts his tongue across his lower lip. Rick’s chest is rising and falling gently, calmly, as he waits for Morty to start.

“M’ just– don’t mind me, Morty, just watching TV, here. Just gonna finish this show, or whatever.”

Rick claims he’s a god-robot-monster all the time— won’t shut up about it. But it turns out he’s still human, Morty thinks, a little vindictively, as he bites down. At least, still human enough to feed him.

As he adjusts his bite to get the blood flowing, pressing against the smooth, hairless slip of Rick’s forearm with his tongue, he wonders if this was why people like wine. He’d always hated it, and spat out the mouthful of Mom’s that he’d snuck when he was ten and she was on the phone, because it was nasty, but maybe there’s something more appealing to it than he thought. An age and bitterness, in a good way, the kind that gives it a lot of different and interesting flavors at once. That’s what Rick’s blood tastes like. It tastes really fucking good.

The TV’s making more sounds, but Morty can’t hear them anymore. He’s way too busy gulping Rick’s blood. Distantly, as if it were happening to someone else, he realizes he’s getting hard. Vaguely, he tries to direct his thoughts towards Jessica, but it’s tricky, considering he’s touching Rick and smelling Rick and drinking from Rick’s body. That Rick’s delicious blood is filling his mouth and sliding down his throat with every swallow.

The flow stutters, so he pressed up all along his grandpa’s side to get a better angle. For a second, his dick brushes against Rick’s leg, hot and obvious. He tenses. Rick doesn’t say anything, though, just keeps sitting there quietly, so he relaxes again. Whatever, if Rick doesn’t care, he doesn’t care, and everything feels good. This is so fucking good. It feels right. He keeps feeding, actively sucking, now, because the flow is starting to taper off, blood only coming in hot spurts when he coaxes it out. He rocks his hips, a little, getting some friction on his dick, because he’s so warm and full, and that feels good, too—

“—orty. Morty, that’s enough. Stop.”

Morty doesn’t stop. He swirles his tongue needily around the bite marks, pleasure unfurling up from his stomach and over his whole body, from his scalp to the bottom of his feet. Feeding from his grandpa like this is euphoric.

“M-Morty, stop.”

A hand pushes him back, roughly. It could be anyone’s hand. Morty is longer tethered to earth, fully. Suddenly, Morty’s laying on the floor by the coffee table, panting, ass sore from falling on it. His chin’s covered in own spit. His cheeks are flushed. There’s a definite tent pitched in his jeans, and everything is cold with the lack of a body to be pressed up against. When he looks up, Rick seems pale, even by his own standards, and his hair’s wilder, too. He’s blinking kind of a lot, staring down at Morty with fury on his face despite his heavy eyelids. He looks like he’s having trouble staying awake.

“You– you don’t know how lucky you are that my cybernetic enhancements will start injecting substitute into my bloodstream if I lose more than a quart of blood, Morty,” he says in a low, deadly voice. Morty hears the edge of a wheeze in it. “A quaAAAUGhrt. Do you know how much that is? You fucking, you fucking numbskull braindead idiot?”

“No?”

“That’s what I— that’s what I thought,” Rick says, getting unsteadily to his feet with the help of the couch arm. “I’ll be in the garage. Don’t follow me.”

Morty watches as his grandpa woozily makes his way out of the living room. He’s actually a little worried Rick’s going to pass out, or crash into something, but he doesn’t. He’s gone. Morty rubs the back of his hand across his mouth, and when he looks at it in the TV’s half-light, it’s smeared dark with Rick’s blood.

“S-sorry,” he says, late.

–

Morty climbs upstairs to his room even though it’s more like roleplaying someone that needs to sleep than an actual need. He lays down on top of his covers next to his closet that’s now full of hats and sunglasses and UV-protective long sleeve shirts, above a kitchen filled with food he can’t eat, and a hallway mirror he can no longer see his own reflection in.

He lays there quietly and waits, full-stomached, giving Rick a little privacy. Some time to cool off. If Rick noticed Morty’s hardon, he didn’t comment on it.

But Morty had seen where Rick’s blood went, while he was feeding.

He could sense it, the thick coursing of it, even in the dark.

#rickortyweek2024 #rickorty #rickmorty #my writing #my god these ficlets just keep getting longer and longer SORRY GUYS #i could talk about accidental vampire morty all day #and the accidental thrall he's made out of Rick #but then again #thats sort of how it's always been huh #vampire Morty #tense changed btw

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retnym · 2 years ago

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WORLD TOUR- .09

"Sir, you can not be in here."

“[Name]!” A voice screamed into my ear, jolting me awake from my sleep. Covering the top of my body with a blanket since I slept in a tank top I tiredly stare at my abuser. “What time is it?” I groan, lifting a hand over my eyes due to the light coming in from the bus windows. “Time to get off the bus.” Bill laughs, Georg was next to him eating a granola bar. Rolling my eyes I laid back down. Springroll made a little noise, wiggling in my side to get comfortable again.

I glance over at the clock and it was only 8:30 in the morning. It does seem like the bus is stopped though so I fix my shirt and stand up unfortunately to Springroll. “Where is everyone else?” I stretch my arms into the air, moaning at the feeling.

“They all went into the hotel already. The hotel said they had a buffet open.” Georg explains as Bill was already running off. I’m surprised he’s up and so energetic. Usually, he’s the complete opposite of me. Being bitchy and annoyed with everyone. I just know someone’s going to say something that irritates me.

I lift Springroll into my arms. Luckily this hotel takes pets they said they actually prefer cats coming in over dogs. Less noisy.

“Ah, I’m going to find a hoodie. I’ll join everyone in a minute.” I tell him, he just nods, listening to what I say. After what happened with the managers I got a call from Jace the same night. He told me he’s going to join our last two shows before we leave for the United States. Something that is really going against what my managers want. They do not want me seen with anyone other than bandmates or really just Tom. Something I wish I could argue on.

Tom has been a bit sweeter but still avoidant from me. I should be the one avoiding him. He said that stuff about me and ever since the meltdown he’s now looking at ways to get away from me or get out of a conversation when I join it. He’s doing the exact opposite of what we were told to do in public as well. He’s going to get us yelled at once again.

Whatever his deal is he needs to chill. He could’ve told me to stop holding his hand or leaning on him if he wanted to but he told me I was okay. Ugh, I shouldn’t be stressing over my frustration with him.

It was another thing I tried talking to Jace about but every time I go to complain about Tom or anything for that matter he talks about himself and switches the whole subject.

It’s really weird.

Anywho, I threw on a grew crewneck and slipped on shows as I got off the bus. I held Springroll as I walked in the breeze to get into the large building. A security guard had opened the door, a quiet thank you slipping out of my mouth in passing.

I joined the group and got a plate of my own. The others had either finished their food or were getting seconds right now. Tom was ahead of me getting fruit and cereal so I silently crept up to him. “Strawberries and raspberries?” I snicker, it’s the same thing every time he picks fruit. That or pineapple too. “Yeah?” He scoffs and I just lift one hand up in defense.

“4 more shows until the U.S.A!” I cheered the last part jokingly and he just laughs shaking his head. “How do you feel?” I ask him.

“Oh you know, I get to party. Have fun with some girls.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I scrunch my nose pretending to be disgusted. I really felt a pang in my stomach. Weird.

“I wish, I got stuck with Jace now.” I dramatically say, obviously, it was a joke just like his sort of was meant to be but we all know he was telling the truth. “Whose fault is that?” He gave me a look and I furrow my eyebrows. “What does that mean?”

“I mean, you chose to date him even after questioning it.” He points out but for some reason, it just hits me the wrong way. “Don’t throw that in my face,” I tell him, he just takes a bite of a strawberry. “You’re the one who complained to me.” Tom reminds me and I stare at him for a minute, pressing my lips together tightly. “I’ll make sure to never do that again, don’t worry.” I huff, walking away from him.

Sure it may have seemed like I asked for that. Maybe I was a little over dramatic with walking away but I’m happy with whatever relationship I have with Jace. Obviously, I was having a hard time with it but I shouldn’t have that thrown in my face.

I think…

No, I shouldn’t! Screw Tom, I need to stop talking to him. Why do I do this to myself?

I make my way over to Johanna, she’s finally not around Gustav where I can talk to her myself.

“[Name], want to go to a spa later!?” She points to a spa room and my eyes widen. Ever since performing, I’ve had a terrible ache in my back. “Yes!” I hold onto her arm excitedly. “Didn’t think you’d be that happy about a spa.” She laughs.

“You have no idea.” I grin. “Want to bring Bill?” I look over at the black and white-haired boy who sat with Georg. He finally lost the energy he once had to annoy me.

“Of course.” She takes a quick drink from her apple juice.

I’m going to have to figure out who will watch my cat or just take her with me and see if they will allow her to just sit in her little cage or something.

After eating we told Bill about the spa and we ended up letting the boys know what we were doing before sneaking off without warning. That means they had to unpack the bus without us into our rooms. Like normal the boys shared their room and then Johanna and I got our room. Tom ended up taking Springroll even though he looked against it. He, Georg, and Gustav promised to look after her.

“Dude this is going to be amazing.” Bill shakes me from behind, he held onto my shoulders as we waited for the ladies to get their set up ready. They already got us changed into just robes.

One lady steps out and she seems pretty nervous as she looks at us. “So, you three are going to have to be separated. One in one room and two in the other. I apologize if that’s an inconvenience.” She bows her head down in sorrow as if we were going to get pissed. I raise my hand super quick though. “I’ll be separated.” I laugh. Bill gasps. “I want to be separated.” He pouts as Johanna just looks at us like what the fuck.

The lady seemed a lot more relaxed after we picked who was going where. Johanna is going to be separated since it’s only fair. She’s paying for the extra things.

I ended up getting a man masseuse. This confused me because I didn’t see him in the beginning but I’m not objectifying anything, this man is attractive. I shouldn’t be thinking that though. Sadly I have a boyfriend who prevents those thoughts.

There was still a separation between Bill and me as we had a curtain there. Once he was done cleaning off the table he helped me up and took the robe off leaving me in a towel so when I laid down he put it just below my lower back. He didn’t even look my way either. He was a gentleman y’all.

“Is there any area you want specifically?” He asks, opening the bottle of oil. “My back, in the middle really,” I inform him, I completely laid my face into the hole and relaxed my once very tense body. I thought this was going to be weird at first but after getting the hang of everything around me it seemed nice. Also I really just need to relax in general.

Hearing Bill hum a few times I tried hard not to laugh. Then I heard the door open. My masseuse suddenly stopped, whispering to whoever opened the door and since I was closest I listened in. Bill probably wouldn’t have been able to since he chose to have music playing. Like one of those elevator types but more enjoyable.

“Sir, you cannot be in here.” My masseuse tells the person. “I’m sorry, it’s kind of an emergency. I’m Bill’s brother.”

Tom? Of course he ruins this for us.

Emergency?

“Kind of an emergency?” He questions in return. “Okay, it’s an emergency for the girl. To [Name]. Well, it will be if you don’t let me tell her.” He seemed out of breath, and this started to worry me, I lifted my face up and it was very bright. Having to get used to it I see Tom playing with his hands as he was trying to convince this man to let him through.

“Um, it’s okay,” I tell the masseuse who seemed annoyed by now. Probably thinking he wasn’t going to get paid.

I adjust myself to sit up, covering my chest. The guy helps me put my robe back on. “What’s going on?” I roll my eyes, fixing the robe but he takes my arm and pulls me outside of the room. “Tom!? Seriously, what the fuck are you doing?” I glare at him.

“Springroll, she uh... She got loose somewhere in the hotel.” He sighs, and my eyes widen. My baby… The love of my life. Loose in a hotel… that we are only staying at for three nights. This huge ass hotel and my cat is missing. “Are you,” I cut myself off to take a deep breath. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I shout in a whisper-type way. He shushes me, looking around. “She couldn’t have gotten far this just happened. I let a worker know too.” He tells me, placing a hand on my shoulder but I shove it off.

“You better fucking find her, Tom Kaulitz.” I shove his chest. “Pay for my thing for me I’m going to look for her,” I order him, running out of the room in the short-ass robe.

Tom I guess told Bill and Johanna since they are change back into their clothes and joined me in searching for my cat.

“I’m so going to beat your brother’s ass for this.” I tear up, I stop and put a hand on my forehead. “Me too, I’m so sorry [Name].” Bill brings me into a hug and I break down crying.

“This is my baby, we have to find her, Bill.” I push away and carry back down the hall.

It’s been 45 minutes in and we still can’t find her. We were currently separated searching for her. The workers said they would keep an eye out on her and walkie other workers to get one of us.

“What if we can’t find her?” I mumble, tears still streaming down my face. “We will, don’t talk like that.” Bill snaps at me, and we continue down the long hallway.

“Here, let’s change the subject to sort of get your mind off this.” He starts and I deadpan at him. How is anything going to get my mind off of my Springroll? My tan tabby baby.

“What’s your deal with Tom?” He raises an eyebrow and I give him a look. “What?” I mutter out, what the fuck does he mean. “I mean, why do you hate him so much. Growing up we were all so close. You were probably closer to him than me.” He explains, my eyes go straight to the floor then back to looking around, remembering what we were doing in the first place. I shook the treat bag one more time before speaking up.

“It’s not my place to speak on.” I bite on my bottom lip and he stops suddenly. “[Name], you two obviously aren’t over it. Please just tell me.” I stop as well and turn to face him since he was now a few steps behind. “Bill, it’s not important right now. My cat is missing. I’m not worrying about my relationship with your twin brother.” I exclaim a little bit louder than intended. Shaking the bag again I continue looking.

It was silent for a few moments before he speaks again. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” He apologizes. I just hum, turning the hall. “I think it’s best we go different ways. I’ll talk to you about it later.” I frown, he just says okay and does as I say. Going in the other direction.

Thinking about what he asked I fixed my robe once more, tying it tighter.

Why would he ask that so suddenly? Why I and Tom didn’t like each other anymore. He didn’t even question it when it happened I figured he knew or was told. I thought it was something everyone knew but didn’t speak on.

Maybe I was wrong.

“I like you [Name], I do.” He tells me and I smile sweetly. “Then ask me out already.” I grab onto his arm, leaning my head onto his shoulder as we sat side by side on my porch in the backyard by the pool. “Not yet.” He whispers.

“If you like me, what’s stopping you?” I laughed, not exactly understanding what was happening. “[Name], you deserve someone better.” He explains and I look up at him. “You’re quite enough, Tom.” I stare into his eyes as he sadly looked back into mine. “Not yet…” He repeats.

“I’m leaving, anything you want to say?” I ask in a hopeful tone towards Tom who just sat on the couch with a blank expression. “Have fun.” He mumbles. I make my way over to him and place my hands on my hips. “That's it? I’m leaving for five months and that’s it?” I scrunch my nose, confused as he just sat there. “[Name] we can’t be together, stop holding onto something that is not there!” He suddenly exasperates and I take a single step back.

I blink a few times, mainly holding back tears but not understanding what he is saying. “You said you liked me.” I simply state. “You said eventually we’d be something. Your words have me holding on. If you had just told me this was going to be a waste I would’ve been done a long time ago.” My voice breaks embarrassingly as I try my hardest not to raise or lower my voice.

“You told me the distance wouldn’t hurt us.” I cried out, he gets up from his spot and suddenly I feel stupid for even saying anything. Realizing we’re only 14, how could 14-year-olds be so dramatic.

“It’s not the distance. It’s me. I can’t do it.” He goes to touch me but I step back again. “Why?”

He just stares at me in response.

“Tom. Don’t speak to me when I come back.” I walk out of the room.

Looking back at it, it was pretty dramatic. And hey, it could be but he gave me a lot of confusing gestures. He was sweet to me, he did everything that a normal boyfriend would do. He just wouldn’t put the label or do anything in public and I never understood why.

When I came back though he did as I asked, he never spoke a word but that turned into us arguing and then it was constant. We couldn’t stand each other. Now here we are 17 and 18 years old still hating each other for no reason other than we decided not to date at 14 almost 15 years old.

When I came back after those five months I had turned 15 and met Jace. Since Tom hated him off the bat I dated him in spite of Tom. Maybe not the best way to start a relationship but he loved me. He showed me things I never knew about myself.

I will never tell him why our relationship started but that’s okay. He doesn’t need to know.

“[Name]!!!” A voice screams down the hall and my head snaps their way. It was Tom holding Springroll as he ran over to me, I met him halfway and took her from his arms. “Oh my fucking god!” I screamed, sliding against the wall to the ground, holding Sringroll to my face.

“Don’t do that again, you stupid cunt.” I whispered in her ear and Tom laughed, kicking my legs. “Cover your legs.” He mutters just loud enough for me to hear as people started walking past. I look down and remember I’m in a robe, doing as he told I shake my head. Utterly embarrassed.

“Nice pink underwear though. Gotta say I didn’t see you as the type.” He laughs and I kick his shins causing him to hiss, falling next to me.

“Thank you,” I say after we calmed down a bit. I turn my head to look at him, he was looking at the wall across from us.

“I’m sorry for losing her.” He turns his face and we end up being centimeters apart. Our noses almost touched. For a moment we sit there just silent. It felt entrancing. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I was stuck.

It felt like he was getting closer, our noses now scraping each other every time we breathed.

Springroll makes a high-pitched meow and I let out a breath pushing back from the trance I felt myself once in. His eyes squeezed shut, mentally cursing at himself.

“I uh, I gotta change and apologize to my masseuse.” I awkwardly laugh, using his knee I stood up. He just nods and I speed walk down the hall, once he was out of sight I leaned against another wall. Taking in a deep breath.

What was that?

Honestly, I had no idea what this chapter was going to be and I wasn't even going to have drama in another chapter but this was fun and I wanted to start giving a little backstory on their hatred for each other. This is also I think the longest chapter so far. Crazy crazy.

#bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #x reader

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snowblossomreads · 1 year ago

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Day 1: Chimney Full Of Soot

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x UnhingedFem!Reader

Summary: David gets radioed in to check on a house fire. When he gets there he finds someone unexpected at the scene.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Cop things, house fire, vague ref of murder.., roughish! Smut (oral M receiving, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, etc etc reader is a bit of a slut [affectionate] so take that as you will, implied age gap)

Word Count: 6.2K

A/N: WELCOME WELCOME TO THE BEGINNING OF RICKMAS! Thank you to @deepperplexity for hosting this wonderful event again I'm so excited for all the stories that are to come!!

A/N+: We are starting of hot and heavy today though! Shout out to the detective friedman simp anon who directed me to the song dangerous game by lana del rey which is what this fic is loosely based on LOL. I hope you guys enjoy this warm start to the season!

MDNI!

“Unit 340 we need someone to go down to Panola Street. We got a call about a house fire that needs investigating. Over.”

“10-4 I’ll head that way. Over.”

The drive to the location was less than 10 minutes and when David got there he was greeted by the remains of a smoldering house fire and fire trucks. There were also some regular beat cops talking to a few of the neighbors no doubt trying to figure out what had happened.

What captured his attention though was a young woman clad in a short nightgown who seemed more inconvenienced than any of the others as one of the cops questioned her. He could also hear her over everyone else as she was being interviewed, and her tone could only be described as annoyed and slightly offended as she crossed her arms against her chest and glared.

Foot tapping the ground and a scowl on her features, it seemed that she had felt him staring or at least noticed the arrival of someone new as she turned her head in his direction and caught his gaze.They locked eyes for a moment, her own narrowing at him before she went back to talk to the officer in front of her who was trying and failing to calm her down.

“Whaddya’ got?” David asked raising an eyebrow in the woman's direction before turning his attention to the approaching officer who held a clipboard of statements that had been taken thus far.

“Two deceased when we got on the scene and a whole bunch of shit burned down as you see,” the man responded nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and handing the clipboard over to David who caught a glimpse of the man’s name tag ‘P.Williams’ before he looked over the details.

Two deceased male and female. Cause of death possible smoke inhalation not confirmed yet. Apparent victims Raymond and Martha Broussard.

Broussard?

Those names rang a bell in the older man’s mind as he read over the rest of the report quickly to get up to speed about what may have happened.

“Raymond Broussard ain’t he some representative or something in the state house?” David asked rubbing his chin in thought, eyes flicking over to the woman before back to the officer in front of him who hummed in affirmative. “Media’s gonna have a damn field day with this when they find out.”

“You tellin’ me, surprise none of them are down here yet. They damn near beat the us sometimes.”

Nodding in agreement with the other man’s statement, David continued looking at the scene before his attention returned to the woman who was still talking to the other officer. Yet this time her voice was much lower and her arms were uncrossed from her chest as she spoke to the man whose demeanor had taken her original one.

This time he seemed to be aggravated and the hostility could be sensed from where David was standing.

“Any reason your partner over there is questioning that girl so hard though? I’ve only just got here but seems like they didn’t just get into it.”

“Well, apparently she’s the niece and was the only one to get out of the fire. Both Broussard and his wife got trapped. Or so she says,” Williams explained as he looked over in the same direction. “Thinking about taking her down to the precinct and asking some more questions.”

A noise of intrigue left David’s throat as he raised an eyebrow at that before asking, “you really think she’s got somethin’ to do with it?”

“Nah probably not but can’t ever be too sure with these things. They didn’t have no kids so maybe there’s an insurance policy out there and she wanted to cash out sooner than later.”

“Hmph, well look I’ll handle her from here,” David grunted. Looking around and noticing the increase of people who seemed to come out of nowhere to rubber neck he let out an irritated sigh. “You just get these nosy people out of here, they’re walkin’ all over a potential crime scene.” He huffed, handing the clipboard roughly back to the officer who muttered a ‘yes sir’ before going to clear the crowd out.

Shoving his hands in his pockets to warm them up a bit from the seasonably cool New Orleans air, David approached the woman and officer who were still in conversation which he could hear better as he got closer.

“Look officer I’m telling you that’s all I know! I was downstairs and then I started smelling smoke and when I went up to let my auntie and uncle know their room was already on fire.”

The man gave her a skeptical look, long having stopped taking her statement and more interested in letting her weave her tale around herself. Each time it made her look guiltier and guiltier as she tried and failed to explain what had happened.

“So you’re telling me you didn’t hear any screaming or nothin’? You just went up there found the door lock and could smell smoke coming out of the room?”

“Yes that’s what I said and then-.”

“That’s enough officer I’ll handle it from here,” David stepped in not very much interested in hearing the woman spin a tale that was probably, no, most definitely not true as she looked up at him with surprise at his sudden appearance next to her.

“But sir-.”

“I said I’ll handle it, officer,” he repeated eyeing the man who was silent for a moment as they had a brief stare down before he let out a disgruntled noise and threw his hands up in defeat.

“All yours detective,” the man sighed noisily before walking away but not without muttering something under his breath about needing a drink after this shift.

Wouldn’t they all?

“A bit cold out here to be wearing that ain't it?” He asked as the officer was finally out of earshot and he could examine her more closely.

His eyes roamed up and down her nightgown clad body before he gave her a quizzical look. Noticing his steady gaze on her, she couldn’t help but smile bashfully looking down and realizing she was dressed a bit light to be outside. It hadn’t been the first time though.

“Yeah but I’m alright,” she answered rubbing her arms as the chill of the air finally registered against her skin and she shivered a bit. “Well with most of my clothes probably burnt to a crisp I guess I’ll have to be alright.”

“I guess so,” he replied. “So any other friends or family we can get you in contact with here?

“No already called my parents but they live up in Natchitoches so ‘bout time they get here it’ll be morning so I’m a bit stuck.”

“Then how about I take you back to the precinct it’s better than staying out here and I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Well thank you detective that’s mighty kind of you, I mean it’s better than nothing so I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer.”

“Mhm come on then, don’t want you catching a cold,” he said about to turn around and guide her to his vehicle keen on getting out of here even if he had just gotten there.

It would just be a quick trip.

“Oh?” Her questioning noise stopped him and he raised an eyebrow at the woman who mimicked his action before she asked, “don’t they usually handcuff people and put them in the back?”

Another sigh.

“No, only if we’re arresting someone we do, and I’m not arresting you am I?”

“No but,” she paused tilting her head subtly to the side, causing David to look over to see the two officers he talked to earlier staring at them. Realizing they had been caught staring, they were quick to turn their attention back down at some papers that were in their hands. “Well, I think some of your boys are thinkin’ you should arrest me and for the sake of show you may want to.”

The boldness of her statement had him pausing, quirking his eyebrow at her as a tiny smirk appeared and disappeared in that one moment on her lips.

“I guess I should, though I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone ask to be handcuffed.”

“Really?” Her voice pitched with surprise before she tilted to the side as to look at something on his left. “I was gonna say your wife is missing out but…” She uprighted herself and continued with an air of no consequences, “I don’t see a ring! Lucky me I guess.”

The alarm bells in anyone's head would have been ringing at this point yet David only felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on.

“Uh-huh, right,” he mumbled ignoring her little attempt at flirting, if that’s what it was called. “You might want to also make a show of it since you got us out here playing cops and robber,” David said, reaching behind him and pulling out the handcuffs.

He could have sworn she winked at him before her posture changed completely from being open to antagonistic. Her eyes narrowed at him and her hands flew to her hips before she began to loudly shout at him about how she was being unfairly accused of something she didn’t do.

It seemed to have been realistic enough that it had the officers from earlier calling out to him,

“Need some help over there detective? Can take her downtown if she’s acting up.”

“No I got it,” he shouted at them as he grabbed her arm roughly and turned her around causing her to hiss at the pressure he placed on her wrist as he cuffed her. “Alright alright calm down since you wanna act up we’ll handle you down at the precinct.”

“Hey stop it I didn’t do nothin’!” She yelled as she tried to wiggle in his grasp only finding that it was solid as he began to push her towards his car. “This is fucking ridiculous let me go! Do ya’ll see this!” She continued whipping her head to the side and looking at some of the neighbors who began to talk amongst themselves while David ignored her and the onlookers.

The commotion continued all the way up to the car where he opened the door and practically shoved her in the backseat. It was so rushed that she didn’t bend down quick enough and tapped her head against the top edge of the door frame. And while it was only a tap she made sure to let him know she was not enjoying the unjust manhandling she was receiving.

“Ow Jesus could you be a little gentler,” she yelped as she shimmied herself onto the seat before throwing a threatening glare at him.

“Sorry doll criminals don’t get gentle treatment.”

“Hey I told you-!”

Before she could get her sentence out he slammed the door causing her to jump in place and shout again as he turned and walked over to the driver's side.

When he got in he could still hear her grumbling in the backseat before she was huffing out a,

“That hurt you know!”

Rolling his eyes he glanced at the rear view mirror and he could see the scowl on her lips as he turned the ignition.

“You’re the one that wanted to put on a show for ‘em so I put one on,” he stated matter of factly as he began to pull off from the parking spot, “don’t go blaming me for you smackin’ your head.”

She had muttered something to herself but all he caught was a soft ‘meanie’ which caused him to smirk just slightly before focusing his attention on the road.

They were only about 15 minutes into the drive when David pulled into the driveway of an unassuming house on the end of a street cutting the car off and hopping out of it. Going back over to the woman’s side he opened the door and held his hand out only for her to feign concern as she leaned away from his help.

“Well detective, I may be young but I’m not a dummy and this is not the precinct!” She blurted out loudly for the world to hear and it caused him to glare at her as he went to slap his hand on her mouth to shut her up.

“Mphm!”

“Enough would you be quiet? And you don’t gotta keep puttin’ on whatever this is,” he hissed already feeling more exhausted than he would be on a regular night.

Her laughter was muffled by the hand on her mouth and she could only nod as David internally cursed himself for getting into situations like this more often than he wanted to admit. Dropping his hand the same way she dropped her charade, she wiggled close to the door allowing him to help her out of the car before closing the door behind her.

“They got you burning down people's houses now do they? [Y/n].” David asked as he turned her around to unlock the handcuffs and put them back in the holster as she rubbed her wrists.

“Maybe maybe not,” [Y/n] grinned tiptoeing up and kissing him on the cheek and giggling a bit at the feel of his perpetual five o’clock shadow on her skin. “But I promise it’s always for a good cause!”

“Really and what was the good cause this time,” he sighed as he rubbed his temple and leaned against his car door. “You know what never mind don’t tell me. I’m too damn old to be still gettin’ pulled into inside jobs I swear I need to just go ahead and retire.”

“Oh hush I know you like it, plus isn’t getting to spend time with me nice?” Leaning against him she began playing with his tie before looking up at him with doe eyes and pouty lips. “All handcuffed in the back of your car, with a little nightgown on. Gosh! I’m so glad that none of those other officers tried to arrest me! But I bet they couldn’t handle me as well as you do,” she purred this time planting a brief kiss on his lips.

“[Y/n]!”

“Don’t be so uptight Dave,” she threw right back at him with a devious smirk as her hand traveled down his front before stopping on the very obvious tent in his pants.

The involuntary sharp intake of breath from him had her licking her lips in anticipation of the scene that always seemed to play out with them. Him somehow coming last minute and bailing her out of trouble and then her offering to…reimburse him for his troubles.

“Mmm so you do like spending time with me, don’t you? Now,” with a raise of an eyebrow and a tilt of her head, she wore the coyest expression that somehow only spelt trouble from him.

“What do I owe you for tonight?”

The fact that he gave any of this consideration was very telling and honestly, he probably needed to get some help of his own as he stared at [Y/n] who held his gaze. Jesus Christ Friedman, you’re a lunatic.

“Get up in the house I’ll be in there in a minute,” he grunted as he dug into his pocket before handing her a set of keys, “I need to make a call don’t need folks gettin’ suspicious do we?”

“No sir that we do not,” she answered taking the keys, her innocent looking demeanor dropping to a very pleased one. “Don’t make me wait too long though detective,” she added stroking him once more causing him to groan lowly. “Who knows what I’ll get up to all alone in bed?”

Winking at him she took the keys and made her way towards the house but not without swaying her hips more than usual as she walked away from him.

The phone call was indeed only a minute long and he wasn’t really sure what he thought was going to happen. All the chief told him was that he didn’t know what he was talking about and that [Y/n] being where she had been was just a coincidence pure and simple. It was the same game as last time and David honestly didn’t understand why he hadn't turned in his badge the first time it happened.

The conversation went in circles for a short moment and ended with him more frustrated than to begin with as he kicked the tire of his car before sulking into the house mulling over his current predicament.

Walking through the front, he was met with silence and the warm glow of the lights that were turned on in the living room. The TV that he had turned off before he left was on playing some late night show but [Y/n] was nowhere to be found. Granted he did have an inkling of where she would be hiding as he began to make his way through the house stopping when he found her.

Laid out on his bed there she was, nightgown discarded in a pool of fabric at the entrance of the room and her casually lounging against the pillows clad only in a skimpy set of underwear. While she could definitely be considered the stuff wet dreams were made of for some, to him she was a bit of a nightmare. A very pretty nightmare that he occasionally dabbled in when things like this happened yes, but a nightmare no less.

While it sounded like an insult he was sure she would agree with him whole heartily as she surely knew that she was also a cause of the grays that were appearing in droves in his hair. The thoughts stopped though when she saw him appear the little simper that she wore whenever they were in these situations showed up immediately.

“Finally coming to join me,” she purred as she got up from her position and began to crawl on all fours to the foot of the bed swaying her hips seductively side to side as she moved. “Good because I was getting lonely,” she continued as David began to stalk over to her, loosening his tie and kicking his shoes off in the process.

“I’ve been needing somethin’ to warm me up all night,” she finished as the older man stood in front of her looking down at her with an expression of apprehension yet there was no missing the way his pupils were dilated with ill hidden lust.

“Really? That fire didn’t warm you up enough?” He mused while reaching out to thumb the side of her lips causing her to turn slightly just to kiss the digit before her eyes traversed downward.

“Mm yeah, but not enough, not the way you do it.” Her tone was low and sweet as honey as she practically salivated at the tent in his pants that she was eager to unwrap. “Plus.” She turned her gaze up at him, brows furrowed and a feint look of sorrow on her features. “I just lost my poor aunt and uncle ‘cause they didn’t clean all the soot out in the chimney so I’m feeling a bit down. But I think you can help me feel better.”

Had it been another man, they would have probably turned tail with how easy it was for her to be so nonchalant about maybe being the cause of a fire that just killed two people. There was little to no empathy yet for whatever twisted reason it hadn’t bothered him. Maybe the first two times but at this point it was just par for the course. Plus they had to be doing something that caused them to deserve it, all of the past ones had.

‘Making an excuse for your murdering friend now are we Friedman?’

Ah yes, he was definitely going to be having a drink after this.

Letting out a flustered sigh and running his hands through his slightly disheveled hair, David looked down at her before his shoulders sagged.

“Fuck,” he breathed out before relenting. “You better make this worth my while.”

Her eyes lit up at his permission and before she could even get the words ‘yes sir’ out of her lips, she was reaching to undo his belt buckle and zipper to free him from the confines of his pants. A deep groan left his lips as she stroked the outside of her boxers squeezing the silhouette of his arousal before giving it a quick kiss. Fingers gripping the edge of his boxers, she carefully dragged the piece of garment down along with his pants and couldn’t help the low moan that left her as his cock sprang free.

“Mmm just as big as I remembered,” she breathed out before leaning down and spitting on the already glistening head of his cock. “Shame you don’t let me take care of it as often as it should be.”

“Didn’t know the offer was on the table,” he grunted half jokingly yet intrigued as she took him in her hand, making a fist before stroking him causing a throaty moan to leave him. His hips jerked in her direction and a pleased hum left her lips as she began to stroke him with a firm yet comfortable grip.

“Oh detective, the offer is always on the table for you,” she purred thumbing the slit of his head, smearing the wetness all over the darkened tip before leaning down and licking the salty fluid that had already begun to pool there.

“You didn’t think me giving you my number was just for business did you?”

He didn’t have a chance to answer that as the moment he had opened his mouth to respond, she was wrapping her lips tightly around his cock sucking noisily as she stroked the rest of him that wasn’t in her mouth. The shocked shout of her name morphed into a loud groan as she bobbed her head up and down, tongue darting out her mouth and licking the underside of his shaft each time she could.

The wet noises of her mouth being filled along with his groans and grunts echoed around the room as she expertly sucked him off with a fervored glee. Pulling away for a quick moment with a soft ‘pop’, she began swirling her tongue inside the sensitive tip again, purring at the taste of the liquid that was constantly leaking from him.

While it probably wasn’t on the top thing on everyone’s list, [Y/n] had to admit that her favorite thing when it came to sex was getting on her knees and sucking cock. Especially the one that was in between her lips right now as she began to suckle at the head.

This caused David to let out another moan as he bucked his hips in her direction causing her to giggle and lap at the angry pulsing head. She was more than happy to be the one making the usually sullen man make such noises if indicated by the fervor of her actions.

“Fuck! You suck cock like a damn slut,” he groaned as she gave him a sly look before she took him back into her mouth.

This time she hollowed her cheeks in an attempt to get as much of him in her mouth as possible to savor. It was a struggle and while she wasn’t one to give up, it seemed that David was more impatient than he let on as his hand shot forward and found a tight grip in her hair.

Her muffled gasp of surprise was cut short when he began to force her forward on his cock setting the vicious pace himself as he slid down her throat causing her to gag noisily. Yet she didn’t pull away as he cut off her airflow only looking up at him with red rimmed doe eyes that were wet before letting out an enthusiastic,

“Mhmm!”

Agreeing happily to his statement as he began to fuck her mouth. Doing her best to widen her mouth and breathe through her nose she relaxed her throat causing him to slip further down. And the moan he let out as he began to thrust his hips forward while pulling her towards him in tandem had her stomach clenching and pussy throbbing.

She had to say, she quite liked when he was riled up this way. Hair disheveled, full of annoyance and downright rough with her, that she wasn’t surprised one bit when she snaked a hand down into her underwear and found herself completely soaked. Her nimble fingers brushed over her clit lightly causing her to groan, sending those vibrations straight to the older man’s cock as he continued to fuck her face without pause.

He honestly had great stamina, she thought absentmindedly as she rubbed tight circles against herself causing more moans and sighs to leave her lips. The movements were not missed by David who let out a humorless chuckle as his eyes spotted her fingers in between her legs.

“Sucking cock got..ugh..got that greedy pussy of yours…fuck…wet huh?” He asked only pausing his movements for a moment to let her get her answer out. Though his cock still sat heavy in between her lips.

“Mhmh yeshh.” She tried to answer around his cock only able to garble out her response before he began anew with his assault.

Saliva and cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth as he buried himself down her throat again all while her fingers danced against her sensitive clit before finding their way to her soaking lips. With one push her digits easily slipped inside of her and the lewd whine she made as she fucked herself on her hand had caused his cock to throb even more at the sight and sound of her.

This noisy symphony of theirs went on for a bit, both of them too high on adrenaline and pleasure to care as they only had one goal in mind. His cock was borderline suffocating her each time he stuffed himself down her throat yet she only whined when he pulled out completely from her mouth.

She would give chase like a hungry kitten wanting milk. Going to suck and kiss it before it was filling her mouth again with the salty tang of his precum that was leaking profusely and the sound of his chuckle filling her senses. He could be as devious as she was and it somehow made her wetter which she didn’t think was possible. All this while her fingers filled her pussy that was aching for something bigger to hit the spot that was crying for attention as she felt herself close to the edge yet not having enough to go over.

An irritated whimper of his name left her lips the moment he pulled away again and a bemused look blanketed his expression.

“Oh what’s that?” He drawled, wiping the sweat from his brow as he went to grab her jaw. He hooked his thumb on her bottom lip causing her to lean down just a little to suck on the digit. Tongue swirling around it like it was his cock, which at that moment pulsed at her little action, she tried to muster up an innocent look. Well as much as one could in the position she was in. “Fingers ain’t good enough for you? Need somethin’ else?”

“Mhmm,” she mumbled, her fingers still thrusting shallowly inside of her warm channel as he removed his thumb from her lip only to replace it with the tip of him. “Need your cock, please Dave just fuck me I need it.” Her little plea was met with him pushing himself just barely past her lips and again she sucked the warm flesh without complaint in hopes that if she did good enough he would oblige her.

“You need it huh? And here I thought I was the one that was supposed to be getting paid back,” he groaned as her tongue teased the sensitive slit of the tip dipping into it and lapping the salty liquid up.

Pulling away from him she threw one more pathetic looked at him, and with her red rimmed eyes courtesy of him fucking her throat she truly looked pitiful. Though the words coming out of her lips were anything but.

“Mmm please!” She whined wanting to feel that familiar burn and stretch that her fingers couldn’t give her no matter how hard she had tried. “I’ll make it good I promise,” she begged as she pulled away only to hoist herself up to her spread knees.

Fingers slipping out of her with a slick noise she continued stroking herself while looking at David with lidded eyes. Biting her bottom lip and lightly fondling her breast with her free hand in an attempt to look seductive in all her dishevelment she let out a breathy whine.

“Please detective please teach me a lesson,” she sighed breathlessly, looking him up and down, admiring how good he looked with his thick strong thighs that she had fantasized about being bent over on many times.

His slight belly that had dark hair trailing down to his cock that stood erect and heavy. Dark hair that had begun to grey on the edges and amber eyes that were darkened by lust as he watched the show she was putting on for him. He was fucking gorgeous. And a gorgeous man like him deserved to have a warm and willing body writhing underneath him until he had his fill and was filling them up.

“I want you so bad, please you can do anything to me,” her voice soft yet her eyes alight as he made a move towards her and she knew she had him. “Just want you to fuck and come in me as much as you want I promise I’ll be good. Please?”

He had heard enough and lucky for her no sooner had she gotten those words out the David was on her with incredible speed that had her squealing in surprise.

“Dave!” She squeaked as he turned her around with such force that she was disoriented as he spun her around and pushed her face down on the bed.

Pulling her soaked underwear off and tossing it to the side, he knocked her hand away from her folds that glistened with her arousal before he replaced the hand with his cock. Tapping the tip at her entrance, she let out a clipped whine before he slid into her with zero resistance and a very loud broken moan from them both.

“Oh fuck oh shit yes!” [Y/n] slurred as David’s hips were pressed closely against hers as he held her still for a moment groaning loudly at the wet heat that enveloped him greedily.

“Fuck [Y/n]!” David hissed as her cunt squeezed and sucked him in as he began to viciously and quickly snap his hips against her backside causing her to slide further into the mattress with an incoherent cry. “Gonna come all in this tight little cunt,” he groaned as he pulled her towards him while thrusting, causing his cock to bully the rough area inside her that had her crying and begging.

Desperate little chants of ‘fuck me,’ and ‘please,’ left her lips as she clawed at the sheets and let him abuse her aching pussy that fluttered the moment he began talking about filing her with his cum. He felt it of course and couldn’t help but let out a broken chuckle as he began to thrust faster leaning over her body and causing his cock to slider deeper into her channel.

The action had her shattering as a sharp wail was ripped from her lips just as he ripped an equally world shattering orgasm from her trembling body. Her pussy bared down on him trying to force his cock out with the sheer intensity of her climax but he only continued his assault on her.

“That’s it,” he moaned still thrusting into her regardless of the over stimulation he was causing her shaking form as juices began to leak all over his cock. Her little cries fell on deaf ears as he sped up, “that’s my little slut…fuck…that’s it, that’s it…mmmh..[Y/n]!”

Her name left his lips before it transformed into a loud and elongated pleasured groan. He snapped his hips one final time before he was stilling against her body as he shot his seed into her coating her insides. The warmth spreading in [Y/n]’s body had her whimpering and burying her face into the blankets as she felt his arms wrap around her waist and hold her tight as they both tried to catch their breath.

Had she thought he was done with her, she was thankfully wrong as while he had come, his cock hadn’t softened only meaning that he had another round in him. It didn’t take much before he was thrusting into her again with his body on top of hers like a weighted blanket. This time everything was much slower and less in a rush as they had been but just as good as he explored her even more.

His fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples massaging the nubs that had her a moaning and drooling mess as his thrusts while slow were powerful. One hand then found its way to her clit and before she knew it she was clamping down on him once more as she spasmed around him once again. She came with a muted cry as her eyes fluttered closed and she writhed underneath him.

A few more thrusts and he was releasing into her already filled body but she couldn’t stop the noisy pleasured moan that fell from her lips when he laid on top of her. His cock softened yet still plugged her messy pussy full of him while his weight rested on top of her keeping her pinned down.

God did she love this. Was the only thought in her mind as her eyes fluttered closed while taking in the moment her body buzzing and still high on from her multiple orgasms.

Heavy breathing filled the room along with nosy groans as they lay unmoving for what seemed like hours. And only when her bones began to ache and the warmth of his seed began to cool and dry did she make a move to signal to him that she needed to get up.

A low groan filled her ear as he slipped out of her causing her to hiss quietly as remnants of their transaction spilled out of her. Without a word or question, she tiredly dragged herself off the bed and waddled toward the ensuite bathroom to clean herself up only stopping halfway there before turning

“Dave~” His name came out in a sing-song manner that had him opening his eyes even though he hadn't realized he had closed them

She stood there naked only with her bra on that somehow managed to survive the encounter and he could see the remnants of his seed leaking down her thighs in the dim light of the room. Had he been younger, he probably be hard again though he did feel his cock twitch once again and he wanted to glare at it for giving him away.

Noticing this, [Y/n] just grinned mischievously as she gave him one last showing before she went to clean herself. Fingers dipping down her body she swiped at her opening collecting the mixture of their arousal before bringing it up to her lips and sucking the digits with an exaggerated sound of delight.

His breath caught and a groan that was between one of annoyance and one of woefully hidden desire slipped from him and he could see how her eyes lit up at the sound. Giving her fingers one last suck and one more obvious swirl of her tongue, she popped the digits out her mouth cheekily purring,

“See, told you it be worth your while, detective.” Before she disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

God was she a fucking menace. But from the way his cock twitched as blood began to flow back to it because of her little show, he was sure he was even worse.

When he returned to the office a few days later, there was a case folder sitting on his desk with the name: Broussard written on it in all uppercase. Letting out a grunt as his memories replayed the meeting between him and [Y/n], he had to quickly shake it off not wanting to be fired for public indecency as he felt himself stir in his pants.

Sitting down he opened the file to review it and the thing that caught his eye was the cause of death and findings. Crime scene investigators had found soot buildup in all of the chimneys in the house (or what remained) after figuring out that the bedroom chimney was the source of the fire. With that in mind, they had inferred that the soot obstructed the smoke from leaving and ended up suffocating the couple before causing a fire to break out.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he muttered to himself tossing the file down and leaning back against the chair.

Huh, apparently she hadn’t been just teasing about the chimney soot.

A/N: EHEHEH I hope you lovelies enjoyed that nice warming up! ❤❤❤

#david friedman x reader #david friedman #blossoms writing #alan rickman character #rickmas #rickmas2023 #smut

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Deaf AU, or: Why Miriam Is Deaf and How This Changes Very Little

(Shard) Ok so! We've only posted art of this AU thus far but i feel compelled to ramble about it, so here we go. Also disclaimer that while this could be any sign language, we're more familiar with American Sign Language and the deaf culture in the United States, so that's what I'll say for this post.

The basic premise is that Miriam is deaf (born that way) - and not much else changes, besides a few things:

The mode of communication between her and Kiwi, and later Audrey (sign language.)

Kiwi already knows some ASL, there be deaf and hard of hearing residents in Langtree!

Audrey loses her hearing and becomes deaf over the course of the game's story, thanks to her very loud sword.

This AU manifested as a result of us seeing Miriam's loneliness and the isolation that seems to be inherent to being a Scary Witch - that's the same for deafness! You might not believe it, but many people see deafness as something horrifying and look away and ignore it. Witches seem to have this exclusive, closed-off culture in Chaandesh - particularly Mohabumi, where Miriam barely feels at home despite being around what should be her own people. That's a very familiar feeling to us and we felt like it'd be nice to explore in her character.

Act 1:

The AU centers around Miriam being deaf and Kiwi is annoying by singing to her until she notices them and tells them she's deaf. Funny doodles from Rostrum.

Here's how Rostrum thought it'd go in Acts 2-5.

Act 2:

The introduction goes just the same, with everyone fingerspelling their names first, then Miriam and Saphy giving their sign names. Kiwi doesn't have one yet - they know enough ASL to communicate well with the witches but they weren't given a sign name back in Langtree. Art and sign names by Kyka.

In the caves, Miriam will warn Kiwi about the trolls, but doesn't hear the troll when he jumps up right behind her and roars. Kiwi is bowled over, but I thought it'd be funny if Miriam just stayed right there, completely immune to the troll's auditory screaming.

"i can explode him right here"

"NO MIRIAM!!! let me try singing!"

"i have magical powers and i'm not the one getting bowled over by some screeching kiwi."

She just narrowly misses the troll's attack with a visual warning from Kiwi and lets the bard sing to him.

Later into Act 2, Miriam does everything just the same - yes, even getting a ride with the Coffee Pirates. Just because she's deaf doesn't mean she can't communicate with like, a pen and paper, or basic gestures recognizable to the Delphi locals.

Act 3:

Not much changes, either. (Miriam in regular Wandersong is always annoyed with singing in this act, anyways.) Though for ease's sake, the mermaids would know sign language, so they could teach Miriam the Overseer song in order for her to reach Kiwi in the collapsed Chaoscape. We haven't exactly decided yet what the songs would look like if they aren't exclusively spoken songs, but the mermaids would teach Miriam a different version that doesn't involve singing.

Also she'd shake Kiwi by the shoulders instead of yelling at them to wake up. This is just how deaf people wake up :)

Act 4:

Essentially the same. If we go with characterizing Peter as a nice guy, he'd know some ASL already and would sign to her on that date as opposed to playing music. Ooooor depending on how a balalaika works, he might show her how the instrument feels to play, and that might be Miriam's first introduction (in-game) to instrumental music.

(The deafness doesn't really make her feel any worse than she already does in-game. I imagine Ira, Kiwi's mother, would be very curious about her deafness and ask her to teach the old lady a few signs.)

She would definitely enjoy playing the drums in the factory strike.

Meanwhile, Queen Order's castle. We meet Audrey. She's losing a little of her hearing at this point and is angry at the two for blocking her way. I haven't decided yet if she already has prior knowledge of ASL or not (leaning towards "no" but learns after she sees Miriam). She fights Miriam and actually can't speak to her, if she doesn't know ASL, but at least recognizes that she is deaf. After they finish fighting she yells and storms off - Kiwi would interpret for her after, I think.

Act 5:

Part One - Rulle

Night Sky

(Shard) I realized from this point onwards (after watching a playthrough) there's dialogue on the broom. I'm pretty sure you need at least one hand to steer a broom, but you can also sign with one hand, so let me just draw how I think that conversation would go.

...yeah, this wouldn't work with ASL. For so many reasons. It's akin to being in the driver's seat and turning your head around to see the other person signing in the backseat. While balancing precariously on a broom that you yourself are steering. While the other person has to practically lean sideways so you can see them. While you are less than a foot apart. In the dark moonlit night or while the sun is glaring at you.

Talking on the broom is a no-go.

...but I really don't want these conversations to be missed out on, so I'll say Kiwi convinces Miriam to land a little sooner so they can talk while walking to their destinations. Also, maybe a flame or light spell so they can actually see each other. Though it'd still be hard to talk.

Frontier Inn

(Shard) My wingmate skipped over the border towns part in hir earlier notes! I'll fill in this part.

The deaf witch would gesture for a pen and paper, but the innkeeper would be confused and speak to Kiwi first. They would interpret for Miriam and redirect the talking to her and it should go on the same from there, albeit with that bit of inaccessibility in mind.

Also, she has to be shaken awake after sleeping on the floor.

Lumber Town

In the forest just before, Miriam wouldn't notice the quietness - but she would notice the absence of the animals. Just pointing out how this is kind of a trope in horror, that something is going to be silent before it's scary, but it would not be scary to Miriam. Until she sees the ghosts.

Xiatian

(Rostrum) Lightning strikes are LOUD.

At this point, Audrey's hearing loss becomes noticeable to her and she finds that she struggles to understand people. She remembers the silly bard and witch using those weird flappy hands during her fight. Out of sheer spite she tries to learn the local sign language, but has to ask Eyala to basically give her the knowledge the same way the Dream King did for Kiwi, so she's ready and actually excited to sign with Kiwi and Miriam when they arrive in Xiatian.

and next time they see her in Rulle Miriam is like "wait YOU know how to sign??? HOW MUCH TIME DID WE SPEND IN CHISMEST"

Audrey's like heheh it's no biggie i want to be accessible to everyone <3

But in truth she's losing her hearing - and is half freaking out about it - and that is possibly why she trusts them to get the Potion of Power then and there. She sympathizes with Miriam. she's still arrogant though lol At the King's palace, the King might be a little suspicious of Kiwi interpreting for Miriam, but not as suspicious as he is of the witch herself. Interpreters can't be at all that uncommon in royal settings as they do need to negotiate with other countries. But Miriam would feel a little left out by the ghost singing through Kiwi - it depends on how the Spirit Language manifests and whether or not that's visible to deaf people. (I like to think it might be. But if Kiwi is the medium for the ghosts to speak through...)

... For a long time, we struggled to write this part where both Audrey and Miriam would learn the song. In the end, Vesta said this is how it would go:

(Vesta) Audrey is losing her hearing and tells the King to sing louder. He does. She says there has to be another way. The King sends her away and she's like RAAAUGHHH! Miriam follows her still, evading the palace guards.

Audrey stomps and Eyala appears. "Bestie, there IS another way!" She teaches her a different version of the song, with sign language, maybe, or a dance, but I like sign language better. It should be ASL poetry.

(Rostrum) And Miriam is able to memorize this after following her! Again, and unfortunately, the sunset sky scene doesn't happen. Though there might be a different scene where Miriam flew up to that "???" place Mask was at, with all of the butterflies, and is found tending to Kiwi when Kiwi wakes up and Miriam explains to her what's going on.

It's two days now.

Sky Temple (Sun Overseer's Song)

Instead of using a piccolo at all, Miriam has to sign the song that was given to Audrey. And instead of telling Kiwi to not listen too closely, she'd ask Kiwi to turn away so they can't see her awkward signing. Whether or not Kiwi actually does this is up to your imagination.

Part Two - Chaandesh

Before I go on ahead, a reminder. Chaandesh - and especially Mohabumi, and Miriam's reactions to feeling left out as a witch - that's the part that made us relate so strongly to her. And that is what inspired this AU.

One major difference in Chaandesh in this AU - though I don't think it changes the game very much - is that many witches do know ASL there, so some of the NPCs would sign to Kiwi! There would be a sizeable Deaf community in the city of witches especially. This isn't to say that all witches are deaf, but I wanted to point that aspect out as large Deaf communities do exist in most cities in reality.

And it'd also contribute to how left out Miriam feels, out of both the witch and deaf communities. It's difficult to get information about either if you just aren't part of them.

Mystery Forest

I'll say Vivian and Sandra know sign language, and would recognize that Miriam is deaf and sign normally to her. Everyone fights the monster and things go on as usual.

In the following sky ride scene where the Spell Squad flies them to the ferry... this IS the one scene where they could sign because someone else is flying the broom! Unfortunately there's very little dialogue in this scene.

The Ferry

I just want to point out this huge nugget of dialogue:

"This whole kingdom… feels like a big club, that I was never invited to."

The inspiration for this whole AU. This one line sparked all this. I'll explain more because I'm actually watching a playthrough just so I can get this AU as accurate as possible, so...

When Audrey appears, she'd probably talk in simcom, which is essentially a variant of ASL where you both sign and speak at the same time. Some might consider it offputting, but she'd be skilled enough at it - and she'd sign SO dramatically!

Mohabumi

Only going to speak on scenes where I think Miriam's dialogue OR actions would change.

In the academy, when Kiwi sees her struggling on the broom... I mean, there's no way she can both sign AND re-learn how to fly on the broom. For hilarity, I say she falls the first time Kiwi gets her attention, and more sensibly, hops off the broom every other time Kiwi talks to her there. I don't think the conversation about music would change at all.

The Crater...

... we've thought about this so many times but it's only now that I actually see the conversation that I realize we don't need to rewrite this at all. It's strange, because before this game, and ESPECIALLY before this part, we just didn't like music. We didn't know what it meant. We didn't know how it could motivate people and be compelling. It felt like a big club that we weren't invited to. Sound familiar?

It's hard to describe how the game changed our feelings on music. In some ways they stayed the same - it's still a little exclusive, but it felt like it opened our eyes to how influential it really could be. The emotions behind playing an instrument, or singing, or dancing. And dancing is a physical form of music! It reacts to vibrations! So Miriam would feel right at home here no matter what her hearing status is. The drumbeats of Manny's music, and potentially the speakers amplifying the music in general, would reach Miriam if this was a loud enough space. In that moment she'd feel like she belonged, being brought back to home where music too was played with drumbeats.

Broom Ride

This necessitates its own section because it's an important conversation and it breaks my heart that, again, in this AU it can't be had on the broom. But I want to give this conversation justice because it hit close to home for us.

Miriam: "It was weird being in a city of other witches. I thought it'd be a place where i fit in. But I didn't."

Kiwi: "That just means you're special!"

Miriam: "Well. Maybe... I don't want to be so special. I've been special my whole life. Around Delphi, me and Saphy were the only witches. I never knew someone else like me. And I guess I still don't.

It doesn't feel good to be different like this. I feel like I'm just messed up. And I'll never fit in anywhere."

Exactly what being deaf or any kind of disabled feels like. It feels like a very specific part of being autistic, too... we're autistic so we know this well.

Kiwi: "We're outsiders... together!"

Sky Temple (Eclipse Duet)

Another strange part of this AU we've thought about for a while! We imagined them dancing, or signing together, or such... but if the order of events demands that Miriam learned the signed version of the Sun Overseer's song, and Kiwi learned the spoken version of the Moon's...

I think the way Kiwi sings by pointing their hand, Miriam could see it visually and perhaps her own hand movements would even mirror Kiwi's. Or the other way around. I think Kiwi would make an effort to visually convey the nature of their half of the song to Miriam, strengthening the harmony... the same way the moon reflects the sun.

The Eclipse

Miriam gets hurt. She obviously can't hear or see Kiwi, so Kiwi would shake her in a desperate attempt to wake her as Audrey walks up - and Audrey at this point has lost a lot of her hearing, but I guess if Miriam is unconscious, there would be no reason for her to sign as she's only talking to the bard. Albeit by now, her speech is inflected with numerous gestures to emphasize her points.

Kiwi is angry enough to raise their voice. It's not enough for Audrey. Either she doesn't hear them and turns around to pay attention to them, or she never does because she never picked up the habit to pay attention to the things around her. When you grow up as a deaf person, your senses overcompensate for the one you never had or lost - this AU's Audrey doesn't have that advantage just yet.

When they carry Miriam down from the Sky Temple... there's no way you can sign to someone while carrying them at the same time. So that little snippet of conversation doesn't happen.

No other changes. Also, this part breaks my heart, I want you to know this.

Act 6:

Audrey's Introspection

Miriam isn't here, and technically this AU is all about her and how her deafness affects small details in the game. So if this AU was only about that we'd stop here and skip ahead to Act 7.

However, Audrey is deaf by this point. And she has to contend with that while ALSO dealing with a singing bard.

In her first appearance in this act, I think she'd monologue with her voice. She wouldn't hear Kiwi's complaints as she drinks the false Potion of Power and collapses in that same hilarious way. When they're in the cave, she continues speaking with her voice until she falls to her knees contending with her mortality.

The bard tries speaking to her at first. Then they sign to her. Audrey looks up and signs back. "Not without my sword. And hearing."

(Brief author's note: I gave Eyala the sign name of "EYE-la." This is a very fun sign name and she would introduce herself with it when she discovered Audrey was losing her hearing and taught her sign language.)

The conversation in the cave goes roughly the same... Audrey seems like the sort of person to shrug off even losing her hearing, thinking that's what she has to do to be the hero. It matters a LOT to her, deep down inside - Eyala told her it was necessary, that she wouldn't need her hearing in the end anyways - but it stings to gain a disability in exchange for being the hero, doesn't it?

Is it a blessing or a curse that she doesn't hear the wails of the Overseers and monsters she slays? That she can't hear the Bard's songs anymore?

But then, Miriam simply being there disproves all of that. She's another person who doesn't necessarily connect with music in the traditional sense. It took her a long time to truly feel comfortable with music as a foundation of the world. Being deaf doesn't make you ignorant to the world, after all... it makes the world ignorant to you. Being deaf her whole life means Miriam's had to grow up fighting to feel like she fits into the world at all. She carved out her own path in life.

The Beast

Theoretically, the Hero and Bard could sign to each other even at that distance where Kiwi is on the cliff and Audrey is down on the platform above lava. If you have good sight, ASL goes a long way.

Act 7:

I like to think this is when Miriam gives Kiwi a sign name after they both return to Langtree. Unfortunately, I still haven't thought of a sign name for the bard, so that's on hold for a while.

Kiwi wouldn't have to interpret for the fairies, I think they can speak any language they need to communicate in. And that includes sign language.

We neglected to say what the spirit language would look like to Miriam who has been trained to understand it, but I think it'd be symbols. Literal visual symbols. Up in the air. Since it's mentioned that Kiwi speaks in strange symbols, which is a visual element, I think Miriam can see or sense the symbols and understand. Which also means she understands what the Dream King says as his last words.

The boss fight goes on as usual. Audrey signs VERY angrily to them after having her sword taken - with aggressive body language, faster signs that the bard and witch just barely pick up.

The Choir

... I'll be honest with you, we agonized over this particular scene for a long time. In the original game, the highlight is Miriam singing in front of everyone.

A singing Miriam would undermine this AU. It isn't vocal chords that deaf people most naturally turn to for communication - it's hands. I don't think a deaf Miriam has any reason to use her voice to sing here, even when she can use her voice.

So a change I'm making here in order to make myself feel more comfortable with this scene is that more of the crowd would dance - in fact, I think all of the people of the world would harmonize in their own way, be it with their voice, an instrument, dancing, or whatever other funky way they like. Thusly, Miriam dances in the end. It shouldn't be only singing that saves the world.

It's sad that the creators of this game didn't put in other means of singing, or explain how deaf people would harmonize with a worldwide auditory song, but that's okay. I know how we can harmonize in our way.

...

And that's the end of this long-winded post about how Miriam could be deaf and that'd change very little about the story. Also, I'm very tired from writing half this dang post and I hope it makes sense to people who aren't deaf.

I hope you enjoyed reading! And don't be afraid to ask questions if you're curious about this AU!

- Rostrum

#shardposts #deaf au #wandersong #wandersong au #miriam wandersong #rostrumposts #vestaposts #long post #asl #we have too many complicated feelings about music #and this au is kind of a love letter to that

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chaosjedimasterk · 2 years ago

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Bad Batch with ill Reader Head-cannon

I finally caught a cold this season so since I’m laying around just trying to kick it I have some head cannons about how the bad batch would treat you while you were sick

No warnings just fluff. Only gross thing is a human just having a cold.

Gender neutral reader

Hunter:

~ he would know you’re getting sick before you do because he just pays close attention to you. You’ve been sneezing more and are looking a tad more tired than usual

~ you’d refuse to admit you’re sick and try to keep helping around the Maurader and he would have NO TIME for that

~ he would march you straight to his bunk, tuck you in with every possible blanket he could find and make sure you had water, medicine, and tissues and anything else you needed

~ he’d make everyone get off the ship so you could sleep in peace and quiet

~ as a bonus I really feel like Hunter would be the only one of the bad batch who would learn how to cook and would make a mean soup that he claims could cure any illness

“Here drink this - it’s a recipe I came up with - careful it’s extra spicy it helps clear your sinuses right up!”

Wrecker:

~ He would be trying to goof around with you like normal and you’re trying to play back but you’re too tired and too achy he immediately picks you up, tossed you over his shoulder and brings you to bed

~ he wouldn’t be worried about getting sick and would lend you one of the few civvie shirts he has laying around so you could be extra comfy and he would snuggle in bed with you

~ I feel like he would switch into super tender mode and he would run hot like a furnace and keep you toasty warm

~ if you couldn’t sleep he’d find really easy games for you two to play together on Tech’s data pad he secretly stole

“Don’t worry sweetheart I ain’t goin nowhere you just rest okay?”

Tech:

~ would be similar to hunter in that he also notices you starting to get sick well before you would admit it- mainly because he has your patterns and routines memorized and you slept in 30 minutes too long past your normal sleeping in time

~ you would try to help him with repairs or mods on the ship and he would simply tisk at you and turn you right back around and watch to make sure you actually got into bed

~ would immediately start looking up your symptoms on the holonet to see if he could find the best remedies even after you protest that it just needs to run its course

~ so worried that he tries ever old wives tale remedy on you even after you tell him your own tricks

“My dear you simply cannot work in this state. Back to bed it is for you, you will not be able to recover properly without adequate rest and fluids!”

Echo:

~ he remembers Kix’s tricks from when the 501st had a bad cold rip through the unit. It 100% looks like a mystery drink and the look you give him when he hands it to you is one of absolute suspicion

~ Echo is the mom of the group but knows that you probably know your body best and asks you how you like to recover - he would immediately get anything and everything you asked for

~ would also shoo the rest of the batch off the ship so he could take over your duties and chores and make sure you could have some peace and quiet

~ he’d go all princess bride on you and tell you as many stories as he could from his time with Rex and the batch before you’re arrival until you fell asleep

“Look I know it looks weird but Kix created this and we were all feeling great in 1 day flat. Yes, it looks awful but let me tell you about the time Fives wandered into a Gundark cave….”

Crosshair:

~ he would notice when he went out to practice with his rifle that you kept sniffling and sneezing and almost ALMOST made him miss a shot

~ you tried to brush it off and say it was allergies but he saw straight through you , you thought he was annoyed but he used some of his personal stash of credits to find you two a hotel for the night with a big bath tub

~ while you napped he found some soup and bath supplies for you and when you woke up he already had the bathroom as steamy as it could get and a full bubble bath waiting, he would gently wash your hair and body for you

~ and when you were ready he would silently curl up with you in the big bed and turn on your favorite holoflick

“Sweetheart you’re not feelin’ well don’t try to hide it. Let’s go I can practice another day”

Bonus: ✨

Omega absolutely draws you little cards and pictures while you’re sick or sends you funny videos she saw of tooka cats

Omega absolutely draws you a get well card and makes up her own stories for you

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb headcanons #tbb fanfiction #hunter x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #tech x reader #crosshair x reader #no warnings #fluff #I feel like garbage and just want someone to take care of me

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featherfootproductions · 10 months ago

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GUYSSSS MISAKO CAT DOODLE.

THERES MORE PLS READ.

⚠️⚠️HEY NINJAGO FANDOM (and any others) I THINK WE ALL NEED TO HAVE A TALK. OK.⚠️⚠️ So for one dragons rising s2 part 1 comes out tomrrow for those in the United States and some other areas, but there’s also been some slight debates about Misako on tumblr (maybe not but I keep getting posts related to her).

and it’s a little annoying tbh. Well not annoying but difficult. Some posts are saying “Oh well misako wasn’t s good mom but the ninja weren’t better!” Which I am NOT trying to call anybody out or attack them. However yeah none of them were really ‘great’ at raising Lloyd however there’s also other factors that go into it as well.

I myself am more neutral about Misako. I don’t like her. But I’m willing to hear out genuine debates on her. However yes, I agree Misako is a complex character and while I and I’m sure many others who might dislike her or feel neutral about her understand that and understand that she had reasons for her actions- that does NOT mean we still cannot dislike a complex character. (Also you don’t always HAVE to have a reason on why you dislike or like something and sometimes you might not even know yourself why)

for example on tiktok there’ll be videos saying “We need more complex characters!” And usually the video will go to “you couldn’t even handle (insert character(s)).” And it’s one thing if they mischaracterize the character and don’t understand it. But if they still know the characters complex and understand the reasons that doesn’t mean they have to LIKE the character. They aren’t entitled to. And nobody is entitled to be upset at someone else for disliking or liking a character. You can debate civilly about a character if you want but don’t go throwing accusations like “OH YOU DONT LIKE (insert character) YOUR PROBABLY RACIST, MISOGYNISTIC, ETC.” And while I’m sure in a few cases that might play into it. But also- that’s not always the case. Like if I dislike a female character for reasons am I misogynistic? No. Not unless I hate her BECAUSE she’s a woman. Not because she might’ve done something I personally don’t agree with. And I think we all need to understand that,

EVERYONE can form opinions based on their own personal experiences and morals. You don’t have to LIKE someone else’s opinion but you don’t have to berate them for it either. And I’m sure someone might say “OH YOU JUST DONT LIKE MISAKO.” NO. I don’t like her- but I don’t hate her. I have mixed feeling about her. But it’s no different if someone else also disliked a complex character such as Garmadon or Wu. (Most of the time from what I’ve seen) It’s not because of a racial or sex issue with the character. It’s just because that character in that own individuals opinion isn’t their favorite.

EVERYONE IS ENTITLED TO THEIR OWN DISLIKES AND LIKES.

so if you can relate or have anything to add onto or maybe speak with me about feel free to reply or reblog. THANK YOU, HAVE A NICE DAY.

Tagging some of my mutuals/pookies/ or just someone who could give a good opinion so they can help spread some awareness! @clovercreationscc @froggityboingerrr @hollowflight-propaganda @iamsonormalaboutninjago @nyaskitten(I want ur opinion on this lol)

#lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago art #cat #ninjago misako #misako montgomery garmadon #lego ninjago fanart #discussion #lets discuss #discusses #ninjago rant #ranting #Feather’sRamblingCorner #don’t attack me #im just saying #opinion #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago season 2

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 1 year ago

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The President’s Son - Bob

Pairing: Bob / Fem!OC

Word Count: 1.6k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only!

Warnings: Bodyguard AU; Sassy Bob; Threats of Violence; Referenced Past OC Death; Excess Sarcasm; Tension

Summary: Threats are made against Bob’s life. Venus is not looking forward to being a babysitter.

Master List

Being part of the First Family of the United States was not all that it was cracked up to be.

Constantly being watched and monitored and told what to wear, what to say, how to smile and wave was not what any kid wanted to deal with. And Bob might have been twenty-eight now, but he had been in the public eye practically his whole life, ever since his dad won a seat in the House of Representatives when he was eight years old.

And ever since then, Bob’s entire life revolved around his dad’s career.

Bob loved his dad, he really did. But there were some times when he just wanted to be able to go outside and be a normal human adult. There were times when he just needed his dad, not Rep. Floyd, or Senator Floyd, or President Floyd. Just regular old Bill Floyd. Husband, father of three, and a huge baseball fan. Bob needed that guy a lot of times over the last few years.

And Bob didn’t want the news sites—though Bob didn’t think that they qualified as “news” based on what they reported—talking about his glasses or his choice in tee shirts or God forbid that he, a legal adult, drink a beer while at a beach with his friends.

They stalked him when he was already pissed off with his day. They stalked him when he was grieving over his mom. They took photos of him as he consoled his sisters as their mother’s funeral. They tried to get him to talk about it a week after the fact.

He was sick of it. He was sick of the microscope. He was sick of all of it.

And a death threat—an actually credible death threat—really pushed him over the edge with it.

“Why the hell are they targeting me?” Bob demanded from his dad, getting up from his seat.

It was late at night in Washington DC and he had been picked up by the Secret Service from his private apartment and dragged over to the White House just an hour ago. They brought him straight to the Oval Office where his father—the President—and his father’s Chief of Staff were already waiting for him, both looking grim.

“It’s not like I have any political weight. I’ve announced publicly a thousand times that I don’t want anything to do with politics. So, why are they targeting me?”

“Hey, hey,” President Bill Floyd assured his son, walking over to him and grabbing his shoulders. “You’re going to be okay, Bobby. We’re taking this very seriously and we’re taking every precaution imaginable to make sure that you’re always safe.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Bob replied, trying to keep the tension out of his voice. “What the hell do they want with me? And I mean, are they going to go after Suzie too? Or Anna? I mean, should Grandma get into a bunker?”

“No, but everyone in our family will be seeing an increase in security,” Bill Floyd explained, somehow managing to remain calm. “And besides, Suzie and Anna still live here where they’re safe and where they’ll be looked after.”

“So, I’m just the unlucky bastard who got picked out?” Bob huffed, more than annoyed now.

“More than likely,” Tom Kazansky, the Chief of Staff, spoke up from his spot on the couch, “it’s about exposing weaknesses in your father’s administration and the security of the US government. You’re simply the easiest target on the list.”

“Oh, gee, thanks, Tom, that makes me feel so much better,” Bob snapped sarcastically.

“He didn’t mean it like that,” Bill sighed, mediating between them. “It’s just that you don’t live here and your security isn’t as tight as everyone else’s. But that’s going to change right now.”

“How? You’re going to install cameras outside my door?”

“We’re sending you to a safe house,” Tom stated, causing Bob to whip around to face him.

“What?” he demanded, nearly hissing. Turning back to his dad, Bob’s brows furrowed. “I can’t leave DC. I have a life! I have friends! I have my degree and—”

“—All of which can take a brief pause until we’re sure that you’re safe,” Bill Floyd cut in, causing Bob’s jaw to clench shut with clear frustration.

“So that’s it then? I don’t have a choice?”

“Not if you want to live,” Tom continued, causing both Floyd men to shoot him near identical glares. “What I mean to say was that until we have identified and captured this threat, you will not be safe in your normal life. All you have to do is follow our steps and you’ll be safe, Bob.”

“And what steps are those exactly? Locking me up in some bunker?”

“A house,” Tom corrected, walking over to Bob.

“Where?”

“Montana.”

“Montana? What the fuck is in Montana?”

“The safe house,” Tom filled in, causing Bob to roll his eyes. “You and your bodyguard will remain in the safehouse until we catch the perpetrators. There may be certain events that you will need to show up for to give the American people some more confidence regarding the situation, but those will be thoroughly investigated and require my own personal approval."

"My bodyguard?” Bob repeated, clearly frowning. “I have a bodyguard?”

“A personal bodyguard. She’s an FBI agent hand picked by me and the Director.”

“Well, do you have a copy of her resume on hand? I might want to look through it,” Bob replied sarcastically, setting his hands on his hips.

“We’ve already sent Secret Service back to your apartment to pack your bags. You’ll need to hand over any devices that can be used to track you,” Tom continued, holding out his hand to Bob. When Bob glared defiantly back at him, Tom added, “Unless you want to compromise the safe house.” Begrudgingly Bob handed over his phone, which Tom stowed in his pocket for now. “Alright, you should be all set for your departure.”

“Which is when?”

“Tomorrow morning. 3:55 a.m., if you want to be specific.”

“Well, thanks for the heads up,” Bob muttered, glancing down at his watch. “Nearly a whole four hours.”

“Bobby,” Bill sighed, causing Bob to turn to his dad.

“What, Dad?”

“Everything is going to be fine. The operative assigned to you is one of the best of the best. And I’m sure that you’ll really get along with her.”

“Who is she anyways?” Bob asked, glancing between his dad and Tom.

~~~~~

Venus did not work this hard to make it this far her career to become a babysitter.

She did not study all of those hours, train for all of those hours, pass every single test with flying colors and still crave for more, to end up as some over glorified babysitter to the First Son of America, as the stupid tabloids always called him, while the other agents in her squad got to arrest the dumbass with the gun who was threatening him.

“Why the hell am I up for the babysitter position?” she complained to Maverick as they walked quickly through the halls of headquarters. Maverick sighed and subtly increased his pace, but she kept up with him, fueled purely on spite. “Why can’t Seresin or Machado take it?”

“You blend in better than they do,” Maverick explained to her, leading the way down the stairs.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Venus stated bluntly, causing Maverick to sigh.

“It’s also because if it comes down to it, we can just play the girlfriend storyline and it will slip right under the radar,” Maverick stated, taking the stairs two at a time. Venus was right behind him. “And that’s only if he needs to make a public appearance.”

“So, not only am I his babysitter, but I’m his fake girlfriend too?” Venus complained, throwing her arms up in the air. “Anything else?”

“No, that should cover it.”

Maverick pulled out a thick file from his bag and handed it over to Venus, who took it quickly. She flipped the folder open and read through the front page as Maverick turned back to her. He tapped the top of the pile, causing Venus to shoot him a glare.

“These are your orders. Everything that you need to know to complete your mission. Including your alias and backstory that we’ve already put in place for you. You have the next,” Maverick paused to glance at his watch, “. . . two hours to memorize it, which is when the two of you head out to Montana.”

“Why Montana?” Venus asked, closing the folder.

“Because no one goes to fucking Montana,” Maverick stated bluntly as a black armored SUV pulled up in front of them. “And that’s the chosen safe house.”

“So, I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with the president’s son posing as his fake girlfriend, but really acting as his babysitter? That’s my assignment?”

“Have fun,” Maverick replied, slipping into the car. “And play nice.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Venus muttered, sarcastically saluting him in return.

Watching Maverick drive off, most likely to the White House to brief the President’s son on this shitshow, Venus frowned and kicked the sidewalk with her shoe. She didn’t work this goddamn hard to end up as some babysitter to some rich kid who probably never had to work for anything in his life. The First Son of the US. The Golden Boy or whatever they called him.

Great. It was all just great.

#top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #top gun #tgm #tgm fanfiction #robert bob floyd #bob x oc #robert bob floyd x oc #robert floyd #robert floyd x oc #bob floyd #bob top gun #tgm au #lewis pullman #bob

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sustainably-du-mortain · 1 year ago

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The art of losing

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles Characters: f!detective (Sadie Langford) & Unit Bravo Word count: ~2.5k A/N: Here's my secret santa for @nsewell. I had so much fun getting to know Sadie for this @wayhavensecretsanta! She's a sweetheart and I hope I did her justice. I hope you'll enjoy this!!

A yell echoes down the corridors as soon as Morgan steps inside the warehouse, making her instinct take over as she runs to the source of the ruckus.

The screams lead her to the living room, and although she’s not quite sure what to expect, she understood, as the screams turned into a weird mix of laughter and complaints, that she didn’t have to worry. So, when she reaches the door, it’s not worry guiding her anymore but curiosity. What she definitely didn’t expect to find though, is the rest of the team, sitting on the carpet, Ava, towering over the other three as she kneels over the coffee table; pointing an accusing finger at Farah.

“I know you’re cheating!” She growls, almost making Morgan shiver. This is a tone the commanding agent rarely uses on them - despite them constantly getting on her nerves - and Ava must have sensed the very faint hint of fear in her teammates as her tone is way softer, almost pleading, when she adds: “You keep taking the pot!”

“How the heck do you want me to cheat!? I didn’t even know the rules of that game half an hour ago! You’re just mad because you’re losing-” The young vampire retorts, before she adds with a little glint of mischief in her eyes “-loser!”

Morgan has to hold back a laugh when Ava’s ears flush red with anger and Nat quickly scouts closer to her to land a soothing hand on her friend’s shoulder. She remembers a similar night, decades ago, when they had to ban game nights after Ava forced them to play the same game for hours because she kept losing or could tell that they were letting her win on purpose. Had she known they were playing a game, Morgan would have actually avoided the living room at all cost.

She catches Sadie’s gaze and cannot hold it anymore. The detective is seated between Ava and Farah and the look of pure panic in her eyes gives away that she’s regretting not going to the local Christmas market like they had planned. That she would have rather braved the heavy-falling snow than whatever is going on right now.

‘Get me out of here’ she mouths, but Morgan doesn’t make any move to help her. In fact, she steps even further into the room, thinking this debacle might at least entertain her for a little while. It’s not like she’s got anything else to do anyways.

The detective, realizing that she won’t be able to get out so easily, mouths again ‘I hate you’, to which Morgan answers by blowing a kiss in her direction.

Admitting her defeat, Sadie holds up her cat in Ava’s direction. “Could you hold while I play my turn, please?” She asks, barely hiding her attempt at defusing the situation.

And for a second, Morgan thinks this might work as Ava eyes the hairless cat, barely annoyed at being handled in such a way. She watches as the commanding agent sits back down, crossing her leg, almost preparing to take the cat. That is until she goes “You’ve been holding him just fine the whole time.”

Sadie makes a face at her. “Yeah, well unlike you, my legs are getting numb.” She states, not waiting for the vampire’s answer before putting the sheriff in her lap. The cat is already falling back asleep.

There's a moment of latency as everyone waits for Ava's reaction and, as she doesn't show any sign of exasperation, Sadie reaches for something on the table and the silence falls heavier when she makes it spin.

Morgan steps a little closer and sits on the sofa behind Sadie. On the table, she makes out the blurred lines of a wooden spinning top. Underneath it, the detective is crossing her fingers as tightly as she can bear.

In front of Sadie, two glass pebbles are sitting on the table. Morgan looks around the table and noticing that the others have similar piles before them - some much bigger, like Farah’s, and others only containing one more than Sadie’s stash, like Ava’s - she understands, despite having no idea what game they’re playing, that her friend is losing.

The four faces of the spinning top become more and more visible as it slows down and starts wobbling. Although she can now make out the symbols on the four faces of the toy, she still doesn’t know what they’re supposed to represent. She hears Sadie take a deep breath before she actually stops breathing. She can’t help but think the human is being a little-over dramatic, but then…

***

The dreidel finally tips over and…

“Nun!” she yells, much louder than she intended.

She hears Morgan hissing sharply behind her and realizes she’s probably broken her eardrums. So she turns around and mouths a silent apology, to which the vampire answers with only a grunt, before she goes back to the game.

Sadie stares at the dreidel laying on its side and lets out a relieved sigh. She’s not losing that round either, she thinks before handing her dreidel to Ava. The vampire sitting by her side, mumbles something as she does, but Sadie doesn’t get it.

The two are competing for the second to last place and, so far, Ava is winning. Sadie crosses her fingers once again and prays. She prays that Ava lands on ‘Shin’, which would force her to add another token into the pot, meaning they’d be even. But as she realizes what she’s praying for, Sadie is torn between shame and an irrepressible need to laugh. She’s usually not that competitive, but seeing how invested she is in that game, she guesses being around Ava is starting to rub on her.

Ava spins the dreidel and it flies across the room, making everyone duck.

“Ava!” They all scream in unison.

“What?” She asks, acting like nothing happened. She acts like it’s completely normal to turn a dreidel into a projectile, despite the fact that they all know how much control she has over her own strength.

Her ears turn pink as they all stare at her and she sheepishly avoids their gaze. A move Sadie has grown accustomed to these past months: she is trying to hide the shame of letting her emotions get the best of her.

A loud gasp echoes around the room and they all turn to Nat who went to fetch the toy. “Ava! It made a dent in the wall!” she cries in horror, staring at the toy encrusted in the wall.

Sadie’s mouth falls wide open and she struggles to hold back a laugh, but as she sees Farah and Morgan trying as hard as she is not to laugh and that the rest of Ava’s face is turning a bright shade of red, she cannot help but crack up in laughter.

Ava and Nat instantly start arguing like an old married couple about repairing that hole.

But as the argument grows in length, Sadie’s attention is caught by a flash of light in the middle of the room. She could have sworn the Christmas tree wasn’t turned on when she got here earlier this afternoon.

Farah, noticing her confusion, leans in her direction. “I set a timer,” she whispers, “although magic would have been cool!” She adds like she had just guessed what the human was thinking.

“You can do that with Christmas lights?” Sadie asks, genuinely surprised by that fact.

“Nat bought really fancy ones” Farah explains and Sadie can’t help but chuckle at this.

Knowing Nat she should have known everything they had gotten to decorate the place was really expensive and she dares not imagine how much she actually paid. But judging by the tree sitting in the middle of the room, she probably spent more than Sadie’s salary this month.

This tree is so gigantic it’s almost comical. Upon seeing it, her first thought had been about Ava having a heart-attack when she first saw it and having another one when Nat asked her to bring it inside. Because although Nat could probably make Ava do anything as long as she used her best pleading eyes, Sadie is still wondering what Nat could have possibly bribed Ava with so that she accepted to do it. Not that she doubts Ava could do it, in fact, Sadie knows Ava can haul a tree without any difficulty. It’s just that her brain still cannot comprehend how she managed to fit that ginormous tree - that almost touches the high ceiling and takes up half of the room - through the tiny doors of the warehouse.

Yet it’s not the size that made Sadie burst into laughter when she first saw it, but rather the wide array of colors ornating it and she instantly guesses Farah had been the one doing the decoration.

She remembers the young vampire, less than a couple weeks ago, begging Ava to get a Christmas tree so that, as she put it, she could get the best of the human experience. But the commanding agent had refused, so Sadie supposes Farah must have changed strategy after that refusal and pulled on Nat’s heartstrings so that she would indulge her, like she always does, especially when Farah pulls the ‘I never got to be human’ card.

And today, Sadie was met with this… She’s not quite sure how to describe it. Calling it an atrocity would be quite harsh, but this is definitely a little bit of an eyesore. It’s like Farah had randomly grabbed garlands and ornaments and let her excitement take over when she put them on the tree. It kind of reminds her of that time her kindergarten teacher would let them decorate the Christmas tree in her room every year.

Sadie still has to hold back a laugh when she thinks of Nat’s reaction when she first saw it. She actually snorted when they decided to settle in the living room and saw Nat scrunching her nose at the sight of it, desperately trying to hide the fact that she disliked the arrangement. Before that, she had even caught her trying to arrange some of the garlands a little more neatly and actively replacing some. Nat had begged her not to tell Farah.

There’s a loud grunt by her side and Sadie realizes Ava and Nat have stopped arguing. And it seems like Ava has already played her turn. The dreidel they both share is laying on the table and she can’t believe her eyes. Ava has to put another token into the pot.

“This isn’t fair,” the vampire grunts.

“You’ve just got bad luck,” Nat tries to soothe her.

“My spinning wasn’t optimal. The cat sleeping in my lap is reducing my range of movement.”

“Are you really blaming the sheriff because you’re losing?” Sadie asks, offended.

“All I’m saying is that I couldn’t spin the dreidel properly.”

“Yet you’re still petting the cat,” Farah points out.

Ava’s mouth opens as she looks for something to say, but nothing comes out and instead she readjusts her position to accommodate the sheriff as he shifts in her lap. Sadie shakes her head, forces herself to look away not to let her feelings transpire. Yet she can’t hide the soft smile tugging at her lips after noticing the fondness with which Ava looks at her cat. Neither can she hide her heart beating a little too erratically.

She clears her throat. “It’s your turn, Nat,” she announces, barely hiding her attempt at changing the subject.

Yet as the small wooden top starts its rotation, her attention is brought back to the vampire sitting beside her.

Ava is readjusting the hairless cat’s sweater. She tugs on it, making sure it covers most of the sheriff’s body, despite the fact that it's not cold inside the warehouse. She rolls the little collar properly so that it doesn’t bother him, and when she’s done she scratches him behind the ears, a spot he particularly likes.

She likes catching these moments where the commanding agent briefly lets her guard down. These moments where her caring nature shows. Not only with her cat, but also with the members of the team. When she helps Nat to cook, despite the fact that she herself doesn’t eat. When she listens to Farah’s new interest that week and actively asks questions so that Farah knows she’s listening even though she doesn’t really understand what she’s saying. How she closes the blinds without a word when the sun shines a little too brightly through the windows, bothering Morgan. How she often comes to check on her when she’s sleeping over at the warehouse, making sure Sadie has everything she needs.

Despite how much she hates admitting it, she cares deeply for every single one of them.

Ava looks at her, a puzzled look on her face, and Sadie quickly reverts her eyes. She tries to find something else to look at other than the vampire sitting beside her, and her eyes land on the menorah sitting on the mantel.

This is the first menorah she has lit in years and, to be honest, she didn’t expect to find one here today - just like she wasn’t expecting the Christmas tree. But what really moved her was its beauty.

Sadie is usually not a material person, but this menorah is amazingly well-crafted.

It looks a little bit like a tree made out of brass. The trunk divides into two branches, on each of them sits four flowers to hold the eight candles. The ninth flower sits in the middle, slightly higher than the others, and holds the shamash.

Vines spread out on each side of the trunk and rise to coil around the two branches holding the candles. On those vines are carved small, intricate flowers.

Upon seeing it, she teared up a little at the thought that Nat must have spent so much time carefully picking such a gorgeous menorah for her.

And so, after the sunset, before they started playing, she kindled the first candle, answering Farah’s questions about its meaning.

Someone taps on her shoulder, bringing her attention back to the game. They’re all looking at her expectantly and she understands that they’re waiting for her to add another token to the pot so that they can start another round of spinning, meaning she’s left with only one glass pebble.

Ava hands her the dreidel. She spins it and once again she’s crossing her fingers.

Sadie looks around herself as the spinning top starts wobbling. Ava is discreetly trying to pet her cat who purrs in the vampire laps, making the others chuckle. Farah whispers something to Morgan and they share a mischievous look and the detective wonders what they’re up to, although she’ll come to know sooner or later. Nat is sipping on her tea, keeping a fond eye on each of them and she smiles when their gaze meets.

The dreidel lands on ‘Shin’, but Sadie doesn’t care. She does feel a tinge of disappointment, especially since she has just taught them to play. But after all, this game is all about luck and she realizes she’s been lucky enough to find a new family this year, so maybe that’s all the luck she needed.

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