#yes hes wearing a green day shirt i like green day ok

[colfy-wolfy]

Five Pebbles if he were cool ...

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

“vickie!” eddie practically screams from his kitchen, rage coursing through him as he stares down at the tabloids spread out in front of him on the counter. “get in here! now!”

eddie’s had an issue with his rage lately. well. he’s had an issue with a lot of things, since he got famous, really. but that’s not his problem right now.

his problem is he’s looking down at image after image of himself on the covers of people and us weekly and entertainment tonight being dragged out of last night’s night club by his own security team with blood pouring from his nose. he looks angry. he looks crazed.

just then, a stranger walks into his kitchen.

“who the fuck are you?” he blurts out at the man, who’s wearing a dark green sweater vest over a white t-shirt and tortoise-shell glasses.

“i’m steve,” the weirdo stalker says, smiling brightly. he has surprisingly swoopy hair for an insane fan. “i’m your new assistant.”

“where’s vickie?” eddie asks, rubbing at the sore spot on his nose. thank god it’s not broken.

“you fired her,” steve tells him. “two days ago.”

“i fire her all the time.”

“ok, well… i guess this time it stuck,” steve shrugs. “chrissy hired me.”

“fucking chrissy,” eddie says under his breath, rolling his eyes. he pulls out his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and speed dials chrissy. “chris, what the fuck?” he doesn’t even give her the chance to say hello.

“good morning, eddie. i’m doing really well, how are you?”

“not fucking well, that’s how i am!” eddie practically yells into the receiver. “what the fuck? did you see the pictures? and who the fuck is this guy in my house?”

“yes, eddie, i saw the pictures.” eddie can hear the eye roll in her voice. “we’re handling it. nancy’s already on it with the team. what was the other thing?”

eddie knows she’s fucking with him and that pisses him off even more. “who is this freak in my house wearing a goddamn sweater vest?!” he feels like a blood vessel in his eye is about to pop.

“hey,” steve protests softly from across the kitchen where he’s started to pull shit out of eddie’s fridge. he didn’t even know there was anything in that fridge.

“that’s not a very nice way to talk about your new assistant,” chrissy’s voice comes loud and clear through the phone.

“christina fucking cunningham, you know i have final say on all hiring decisions when it comes to my assistants.” he rubs at his sore nose again.

“you had final say on all hiring decisions until you fired vickie for the thirteenth time and she refused to come back, even with a three hundred percent raise. we’re going in a different direction now.” chrissy sounds entirely too pleased with herself.

“well, i fucking hate him,” eddie grumbles and watches steve to make sure he’s heard him. steve doesn’t even react, just continues doing whatever the fuck he’s doing with the frying pan he’d found in the cabinet.

“you don’t even know him, eddie. give him a chance. anyway, i have to go, i have brunch plans with my very beautiful, very intelligent, perfect fiancée,” chrissy tells him, gloating, before hanging up on him.

eddie wants desperately to throw his phone across the kitchen, but if he breaks this one that would be his fourth phone in three weeks and he couldn’t bear to have to ask this steve person to go buy him a new one. he settles for squeezing it in his hand until it creaks while taking several deep breaths through his nose.

“what are you doing?” he grits out.

“are you always this rude?” steve asks, ignoring his question.

“to weirdo freak strangers showing up in my house unannounced? yes.”

“it’s not unannounced, chrissy wrote it on your calendar.” steve gestures toward the paper calendar hanging on the side of the fridge where chrissy writes his major life events and which eddie mostly just ignores before sliding a plate full of food toward eddie.

“what is this?” eddie sneers.

“it’s an omelette with cheese and mushrooms,” steve replies, smiling. he’s always fucking smiling.

“i’m allergic to… omelettes,” eddie says, just to be a dick.

“no you’re not. you’re allergic to blueberries and dust.” steve doesn’t stop smiling pleasantly.

“did you get access to my medical records? that’s a violation of my… whatever rights.” eddie waves a hand through the air.

“no, i didn’t go look at your medical records, jesus. i’m not a stalker. chrissy told me when she hired me.”

“whatever. i still fucking hate you.”

“okay,” steve shrugs again. “eat your breakfast.”

eddie has every intention of leaving the kitchen, full plate of food and all, but. he is hungry.

so he eats.

and he’s pissed that it’s actually good.

~*~

eddie spends the rest of the day being a general nuisance to steve any time he tries to do his job. when steve answers the phone before handing it to eddie, eddie “accidentally” hangs up on whoever it is on the hand off & makes sure to blame his new assistant when the person finally calls back. when steve has to drive him to his meeting with nancy and the pr team, eddie tries to give him the wrong directions, but steve’s too smart for that. when steve has to do the grocery shopping, he makes steve go to the erewhon all the way across town during rush hour because the one down the street “just doesn’t have the same vibe, steve.”

and all the while, steve just does his job, still smiling, not getting angry at all even though it’s beyond obvious eddie’s being a little shit to him.

which honestly just pisses eddie off more than anything else today.

“here’s some aspirin,” steve says, placing two white pills on the coffee table in front of eddie, along with a mason jar of water. eddie, lounging on his big squishy couch, pulls the ice pack away from his nose, which has started throbbing again. “you didn’t have any glasses.” steve shrugs when he sees eddie’s arched eyebrow looking skeptically at the jar of water. “if you don’t need anything else, i’ll take off for the day.”

it’s past 8pm already, long after steve should have left for the day except that eddie had made him stay to organize his extensive tshirt collection by color, shade, and design before he could even think about going home. it was an emergency, after all.

“i’ll have to check the t-shirt closet first,” eddie replies, before swallowing the aspirin dry. steve shrugs again and rolls his eyes. eddie would say something about his blatant rudeness, but he’s too exhausted.

eddie pulls himself off the couch and makes his way down the hallway to his “t-shirt room.” it’s so stupid, but he has all this space and he’d started collecting the tshirts so long ago. they’re not worth anything, they’re just his wardrobe but… they remind him of wayne and the thrifting they used to do every saturday morning.

the organization eddie had been having steve do was entirely arbitrary. it’s not like eddie plans his outfits. he mostly just pulls whatever out of wherever, unless it’s an event and then he pays someone to do the deciding and dressing for him anyway.

but. steve’s organized the t-shirts by genre and subgenre and then by band alphabetically and finally color. more than eddie had even asked him to do.

eddie had come in here fully prepared to rip steve a new one, but even he can be shocked into appreciation.

steve notices eddie’s silence and grins.

“can i tell you something?” steve says pleasantly and then continues without even letting eddie respond to the question. “i know i look like a nice polite guy next door that moms totally love—it’s the sweater vests, i think.” steve plucks at his top. “and that’s true. i am a nice polite guy and moms do love me. i’m awesome.” his grin widens. “but i got kicked out of my parents house when i was 18 and i lived in my car for a while. i’ve been on my own for seven years. i made a life in LA out of nothing. so you can throw your little temper tantrums and tell me how much you hate me. you can make me go to the erewhon all the way across town and you can make me look incompetent to my colleagues. but i need this job. i’ve worked hard for this job. this job pays more than any other job i’ve ever had combined. and you’re hardly the biggest asshole i’ve ever met. so you can continue trying to make my life miserable—hell, i’ll even give you my dad’s number, you guys can swap ideas!” steve laughs at his own joke before turning serious for the first time all day. “but i’m not vickie. you won’t make me cry. you can’t fire me. i’m not going anywhere.” he claps his hands together. “anyway, i’m gonna take off, since i have plans with my actual friends. but hey, i’ll see you tomorrow, huh?” and he smiles again, giving eddie a small waggle of his fingers, before heading out through the door.

eddie’s still just standing there in the middle of his tshirt room when he hears the front door slam shut.

part two

[colonelarr0w]

 Hiiii, I have a request. Imagine a highschool AU where reader has a massive crush on Sukuna but she thinks he has a thing with Uraume, but he actually likes her. Ok ok, so hear me out. Reader is childhood friends with Yuuji and Sukuna and she notices how Sukuna and Uraume have been hanging out a lot. So she asks Yuuji if Sukuna is going to prom and he says yes, and that he is probably going with Uraume. So reader is sad and doesn't want to go to prom anymore even after already buy her dress. Buttt, the day before prom, Sukuna and Reader end up talking and she mentions how he and Uraume are going together and he is confused.  Then they both confess and end up going together. Pleaseeeeee make this as angsty as possible, I love me some good angst😫

A/N - Ooh, you know I love me some angst. And considering that it's actually prom season right now, this makes this fic that much more personal to me (I don't have a date LMAO).

The Other Woman

Preview - "The fuck was so great about Uruame anyway? Maybe it was her intelligence, maybe it was her athleticism. Or maybe, just maybe, it was her ability to interact with Sukuna without stumbling over every other word."

Warning(s) - mature themes, foul language, mention of violence (Sukuna will be Sukuna)

Word Count - 4.3k

It was April now. 

The season where girls compared prom dresses and guys anxiously put together their extravagant plans to ask the girl of their dreams to prom. It was the season that also revealed who was romantically interested in who — the couples that were thought to have been endgame break up juust before prom season, and if luck was truly a real thing, two people that nobody thought were romantically interested in the other were suddenly sucking face in the hallway.  

And even though you had been saying since the beginning of the school year that you likely were not going to attend prom … 

 … you found yourself standing in a dress shop with Nobara and Maki, both of whom were dressing you in flashy colors and, quite frankly, expensive dresses. 

“You’re kidding! Of course you’re going to prom, we’re not going without you,” Nobara comments, her tone offended as if you had told her that her shirt didn’t match her pants. Maki crosses her arms over her chest, agreeing wholeheartedly with the brunette at her side.  

“Come on Nobara, it’s not like it’s gonna be worth it. You both have dates,” you point out, taking a sip from your water bottle and sending both of your friends knowing looks.  

“And? You can go with Yuuji, you’ve both been conjoined at the hip since grade school,” Maki retaliates with a raise of her eyebrow. Nobara nods in agreement.  

“First of all, I’m not taking my guy best friend to prom. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea,” you begin, holding up your hand and using your fingers as an imaginary list. “And second, I kind of want someone to ask me that is … y’know … romantically interested in me.” 

Nobara claps her hands together as the curtain of your dressing room is yanked to the side, her smile widening impossibly further as she silently commands you to spin. You comply, turning in a circle in the royal blue dress that she had forced you into.  

“I don’t know,” you say for the umpteenth time. Nobara deflates in her seat, turning her head to Maki in the hopes that maybe she would say something to convince you. But the green-haired girl doesn’t say anything, because in a way she understands.  

“Come on (Y/N). Help us out here,” Nobara all but begs you, standing from her chair and walking over to you. She turns you in the direction of the full-body mirror in front of you, her hands affectionately squeezing her shoulders. “What color do you want to wear? Let’s start there.” 

“I don’t even want to go Nobara,” you retaliate, meeting her gaze in the mirror’s reflection. She sighs again, dramatically letting go of you and sulking once she returns to her seat.  

Maki rolls her eyes, finally walking over to you and glancing at you through the mirror. “Here, instead of color, who do you want to go to prom with?” 

You freeze, already feeling your cheeks heat as your eyes flicker to momentarily meet Maki’s in the reflection.  

“D’you think Sukuna is actually going to prom?” you ask Yuuji, stealing a chip from the bag that he holds and grinning to yourself as he silently shifts to ensure that you won’t steal another. He lifts his legs, crossing his ankles over one another as he hums in thought.  

“I think he might’ve mentioned it. But you know him,” Yuuji pauses to eat another chip, “he’s not really one for those kinds of parties, y’know?” 

You nod, but at the same time you can feel your heart sinking. Was it really a secret that you had a crush on the older brother of your childhood best friend? Honestly … no. But everyone but Sukuna knew (obviously), and yet nobody had really tried anything to help push you together.  

Maybe that was because of his reputation, or maybe it was because your friends were trying to “protect” you from someone that you really didn’t need to be shielded from.  

“Actually, now that you mention it,” Yuuji turns to you, crumpling up the now empty chip bag and tossing it into the garbage bin just a few feet in front of the two of you. “I think he mentioned asking Uruame to prom.” 

You fall silent, nodding your head. “Mm … right.” 

“I don’t know,” you answer again, shrugging your shoulders and already moving back towards the dressing room. You rip open the curtain, stepping inside and sighing. You lift your hands, rubbing them over your face as Yuuji’s words replay like a broken record in your head.  

The fuck was so great about Uruame anyway? 

Maybe it was her intelligence, maybe it was her athleticism. Or maybe, just maybe, it was her ability to interact with Sukuna without stumbling over every other word.  

You glance upward at the small mirror in the dressing room, already reaching behind you to unzip the dress. You step out of it, returning it to its hanger before emerging again from the dressing room. Nobara and Maki glance up at you, having expected you to be wearing another dress. 

“I think I’m done for today, if anything, I’ll just wear an old dress,” you say nonchalantly, trying to hide the waver that had started to creep into your tone. Maki nods understandingly, but Nobara rises to her feet and promptly places both hands on her hips.  

“(Y/N),” she says sternly, stomping over to you and grabbing both of your hands into her own. “We are going to find you a perfect fucking dress, you are going to have a perfect fucking time at prom, and we are going to all go together because fuck men.” 

Maki sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger. "Nobara-" she begins, but her words are quickly cut off by a dismissive wave of Nobara's hand.  

"Now come on," Nobara places her palms flat against the backs of your shoulders, pushing you back towards the dressing room and turning to get the attention of the consultant who had been helping the three of you. "We're finding you a dress, and it's gonna be perfect." 

< ... > 

"Here brat, got you those fuckin' chips that you won't shut up about," Sukuna rolls his eyes as he closes the front door. He turns towards the couch, promptly throwing a bag of chips at Yuuji's face. You bite back the chuckle that claws up your throat as Yuuji yells out in surprise, pressing his palms against his face.  

"The hell?! Uncalled for!" Yuuji whips his head around to send a glare to his older brother, the latter of whom only shrugs before turning his attention to you.  

"Here, got you somethin' too," he says gruffly, clearing his throat as he rummages through the white plastic bag that he's slung over his arm. From it he removes a bag of candy that you had mentioned liking, which he hands to you. 

"Oh, thanks Sukuna!" You turn to smile at him as you take it, fingers momentarily brushing against his own. The contact brings a gentle pink hue to your cheeks, though his face remains stoic as ever ��� completely unreadable. As he usually was.  

Sukuna only grunts in response to your thanks, then turning on his heel and promptly vanishing into his room. You return your attention to the movie that Yuuji had put on, noticing him staring at you out of the corner of your eye. 

"What?" 

"Do you … shit (Y/N) … do you like my brother?"  

You cough, Yuuji's question catching you completely off of your guard. You whip your head to face him, cheeks heating at the knowing smile that your best friend wears. He abandons his chips, already rising to his feet.  

Shit. 

You spring up from your place on the couch, already diving for Yuuji. Your arms lock around his waist, knocking both him and yourself to the ground. "Don't you fucking dare." 

The pink-haired boy merely laughs in response, opening his mouth to yell. You yelp, pressing both of your palms against his lips and pressing down hard. He winces, but his eyes are still crinkled in that bright little shit-eating grin that continues to remind you just how fucked you were.  

You stare down at him, eyes as cold as ice. "Say a word and I'll kill you." 

Yuuji only rolls his eyes, but that shit-eating grin never once fades from his face.  

< ... > 

"See! I told you that we would find the perfect dress!" Nobara says proudly, hands on her hips as she admires you from behind. Her eyes meet yours in the reflection of your bedroom's mirror, lips turned upward in a smile.  

You had to admit, the dress was absolutely gorgeous. It was (Y/F/C) with gentle highlights and trimmings that fit around both your chest and waist. The center of the dress was corseted, accentuating your figure; and the train of the dress was long enough to flow behind you, but not long enough that you would trip over it.  

You turn your body around in the mirror, admiring the lace-up back of the dress. For the first time in a very long time, you felt pretty.  

"Alright, alright, fine. I'll admit … it is very pretty." You bite back a chuckle as Nobara claps her hands together, giddily turning to Maki and waiting for the green-haired girl to verbally approve as well.  

"You do look amazing (Y/N)," Maki nods in agreement, her compliment bringing a gentle smile to your face. Nobara nods her head frantically, turning back to you and grinning again as her eyes rake up and down your figure.  

The three of you pause at the sound of your front door opening and closing, followed then by your mother happily greeting whoever it was that had turned up on your doorstep. Nobara shoots you a confused look, one that you respond to with a confused look of your own.  

"(Y/N)! Yuuji's here!"  

You sigh, lifting your fingers to your nose and pinching at the bridge of your nose. You had completely forgotten that you had agreed to go to the arcade with Yuuji, and now here you were, standing in a prom dress even after you had told him countless times that you simply weren't going.  

Nobara and Maki exchange glances, but neither of them say anything to you or each other.  

"Okay! You can let him upstairs!"  

The sound of foosteps approaching your door already has your blood running cold, but the expression that Yuuji wears when he opens your bedroom door makes it somehow colder.  

"Oh wow (Y/N)! You look great! But I thought you said that you weren't coming to prom?" Yuuji points out, tilting his head curiously at you as he angles himself to close the door behind him. He glances then at both Nobara and Maki, neither girl answering him, leaving it completely up to you.  

You clear your throat, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another as you turn to face Yuuji completely. "Yeah … I know. Nobara kind of convinced me." 

"Well, that's good!" Yuuji smiles sweetly, already moving towards your desk chair and flopping down into it. "Are you going with anyone?" 

You remain silent – and that's when Nobara decides to step in, noticing the uncomfortable expression that you wear at Yuuji's question.  

"She's coming with me and Maki," she answers. You nod, clearing your throat as you turn to Yuuji, half-expecting him to furrow his eyebrows at you. But luckily, he smiles at Nobara's response, nodding his head and deciding not to breach the subject any further.  

< … > 

"There you are, where's the brat?" Sukuna asks as he approaches you, leaning against the locker beside your own. You chuckle lightly at him, tilting your head to glance up at him – oddly enough, he was already staring at you.  

"Yuuji? I think he's just finishing up with the Occult Club," you answer, removing your biology textbook from your locker before pushing the metal door shut. Sukuna hums, crossing his arms and tilting his head away from you.  

He looks like he wants to say something, but is conflicted on whether or not he should actually say it. You study him for a second, opening your mouth to say something.  

"There you both are! I'm ready to go home now," Yuuji says brightly, waving at both you and Sukuna from halfway down the hallway. He extends his hand to you, the both of you performing the handshake that you had perfected sometime during middle school. Sukuna rolls his eyes at the both of you, kicking off of the lockers and already swinging his keys on his index finger.  

"Took you long enough," Sukuna comments with a harsh roll of his eyes, though you don't fail to notice the small smirk that tugs at the corner of Sukuna's mouth. "C'mon, let's get out of here." 

Yuuji nods, linking his arm with your own and lightly tugging you towards the school's exit. He grins at you as you stumble on your feet, letting out a small "Yuuji!" at his antics. Sukuna only shakes his head, following behind the both of you – keeping his distance.  

"So, (Y/N), anyone asked you to prom yet?" Yuuji asks, his voice loud enough for Sukuna to hear behind him. You stand rigid in your best friend's hold, eyes flickering to his own. "Surely a girl like you got asked, right? With a big bouquet of flowers and--" 

"Yuuji, stop," you say harshly, voice venomous as you push yourself out of Yuuji's arms. He glances at you, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He opens his mouth to say something, but you hold a hand up, effectively cutting him off.  

"I'm not going to prom with anyone because the person I wanted to go with is interested in someone else, okay? Is that what you wanted to fucking hear?" You lift a hand to wipe at your suddenly teary eyes, sighing to yourself and shaking your head.  

"(Y/N), that's not what I--" 

"Forget it. I'm just gonna take the bus home," you murmur to yourself, turning and walking straight past Sukuna, not even turning to apologize when your shoulder knocks against his own. His eyes follow you, narrowed in both confusion and irritation. Even so, he makes no move to follow you … 

… even though he so desperately wants to. 

< … > 

"I-it was so humiliating Nobara! Just … just imagine how disgusted he must be with me right now!" You throw your hands up as you continue pacing, talking through your tears as best that you can. Though it proves to be a struggle, you manage to get your point across and speak for long enough before you dissolve into tears again.  

Nobara's eyes soften, gaze flickering momentarily to Maki, who only wears an expression similar to the former's. She stands, opening her arms to you. They lock around you as you all but fall into them, clawing at her back and pressing your face into her shoulder, crying quietly into the fabric of her shirt.  

"He's not disgusted with you," Nobara begins, but you're quick to cut her off, only crying more. Her hand smooths up and down the length of your spine, her gaze once again flickering to Maki in the hopes that maybe she would say something … anything … to comfort you.  

But just like Nobara, Maki is at a loss for words, sitting quietly on your bed and watching you promptly break down in the expanse of Nobara’s arms.  

“He is! He has to be, c’mon, I totally just — just left him there!” The grip you have over Nobara’s shoulders tighten, holding her impossibly tighter as you try to comfort yourself in her arms. The attempt is futile, and in reality, it only makes you feel worse.  

“I’m sure that he understands.” 

“It’s Sukuna, Maki!” You pry yourself from Nobara’s arms, swallowing the growing lump in your throat and angrily swiping at the tears that cling to your waterline. You sigh, allowing your head to fall into the palms of your hands, nails digging into the sides of your head.  

“Come on (Y/N),” Maki says gently, moving towards you and placing a hand on your shoulder. Her fingers squeeze at you comfortingly, a small smile curling her lips upward as you finally turn your head to make eye contact with her. “It’s a simple misunderstanding, I don’t think that Sukuna is going to automatically hate you because of it.”  

You sigh shakily, allowing her to gently guide you to the edge of your bed. She pushes onto your shoulders, then sitting down beside you while Nobara sits in your desk chair — which she had pulled up to the side of the bed so that she could sit directly in front of you.  

“Prom is tomorrow,” you murmur, sighing again a rubbing a hand down your face. Nobara and Maki exchange solemn looks, but neither of them say anything to one another. “And I just … maybe I shouldn’t go.” 

Nobara immediately shakes her head, nearly stumbling from her seat from the force at which she leans back. Maki instinctively reaches for her, hands ready to brace the brunette if she were to fall.  

“What?! After everything that we did? We got a dress, we went out and bought makeup, and we even rented a limo with everyone else!” Nobara says sharply, though her voice doesn’t hold any of the malice that you had expected it too. You knew what she was trying to do anyway, convince you by slightly guilting you into thinking that by you not being there, prom night would essentially be ruined.  

You sniffle, rubbing a hand against your tear-stained cheeks. Maki reaches out, rubbing a hand against your back. Of course, she wants you to go to prom as well, but unlike Nobara, she wouldn’t sit there and guilt trip you into going. If you didn’t want to go, then it was as simple as that, you didn’t want to go.  

“I-I know that, but Nobara—“ 

“Stop.” Nobara stands then, her hands on either side of your face and squishing your cheeks together. “We’re going to prom together, and that’s that. Got it?” 

You sigh, blinking back the last bits of tears that cling to your lashes. And against your better judgement, even though you so desperately want to stay home all day tomorrow and rot …  

 … you nod against the skin of Nobara’s palms.  

< … > 

"(Y/N)! Guys!" Yuuji waves wildly from the front entrance of the school's gymnasium, lips turned upward in a wide grin as you, Nobara, and Maki approach. Standing beside Yuuji is Sukuna – who looks as though the only thing he craves at that moment is going home and vanishing for the weekend. 

Uruame wasn't with him though … maybe she just hadn't arrived yet. 

Nobara smiles as you all approach Yuuji, accepting his fist-bump. You turn to him as well, extending your hand at the same moment he does, the both of you performing that oh-so-elaborate handshake.  

“You look nice,” Yuuji says to you, smiling. You return his smile, turning on your heel and marveling as your dress’ train lifts from the ground, creating a small circle around you as you turn. Yuuji turns then to Sukuna, whose eyes dart away as if he had been caught looking at something that he shouldn’t have been.  

“Yeah … nice,” Sukuna murmurs underneath his breath. His comment brings a gentle pink hue to your cheeks, and in thanks, you nod your head at him.  

“C’mon, let’s go inside!” Nobara says happily, her lips tuned upward in a smile as she reaches for your hands, tugging you towards the entrance of the gymnasium. You glance fleetingly at Sukuna, whose eyes are still fixed on anything but you — you wonder what color Uruame would wear. 

Would she match him? Or would she wear a different color that complimented the one he wore? 

You shake your head, bringing yourself back to reality as you allow Nobara to tug you towards the doors, her lips still turned upward in a delighted smile as she and Maki already begin nodding their heads in tune with the loud music that blares from inside of the gymnasium.  

“Hey, (Y/N).”  

You turn, eyebrows raised as you notice Sukuna looking at you, his body angled so that he faces you. His fingers twitch slightly, debating on whether or not they should reach out for you.  

“Yeah?” 

“Can I talk to you? Jus’ for a second,” Sukuna responds gruffly, clearing his throat and hoping that the dimly lit sky was enough to hide the pink color that dusted his cheeks.  

Nobara, Maki, and Yuuji all exchange knowing looks, their lips all turning upwards into Cheshire-cat-like smiles. None of them say a single word as they slip through the gymnasium’s open doors, leaving both you and Sukuna at the entrance.   

“Everything okay?” you ask, tilting your head at Sukuna. He swallows, shoulders tensing and hands curling into white-knuckled fists. His nails, which had always been long, are no doubt leaving behind crescent-shaped marks on the skin of his palm — what the hell had him so nervous? 

He hesitates, eyes flickering momentarily to you before they look away again. “Everything’s,” he clears his throat, “everything’s fine.” 

You furrow your eyebrows together, not quite believing him. You lift your arms to cross them over your chest, shifting on your foot before finally noticing a tuft of white hair in the distance. You open your mouth to comment, but something stops you.  

“So … where’s Uruame?” you settle for asking, glancing up at him and teasingly wiggling your eyebrows at him. He turns to you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.  

“The fuck are you talking about?” 

“Uruame. You’re waiting out here for her aren’t you? Don’t tell me you’re gonna make her walk into prom all by herself,” you turn on your heel to chastise him, pointing a finger at his chest. The crease between his eyebrows only deepens as you continue — which you take as a sign to promptly shut up.  

The two of you stand in awkward silence for a moment, both of you turned away from the other in fear of what expression the other wore.  

“Uruame’s not comin’ to prom,” Sukuna murmurs with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “Said she wasn’t the biggest fan of parties, not that I blame ‘er.” 

“Oh.” 

Again, neither of you say anything to the other. You can feel your cheeks burning, and in the hopes that he wouldn’t say anything, you lift your hands to your face, covering it. He tilts his head, sighing with the smallest of smirks plastered onto his face.  

“Lemme guess,” he turns to you, regaining his confidence and bending just enough so that his nose is level with your own. Your eyes widen, the pink color on your cheeks deepening at the sudden closeness. “You thought I was takin’ Uruame to prom, didn’t you?” 

“N-no,” you reply quickly, your voice a high-pitched squeak. Sukuna chuckles, shifting back on his feet and crossing his arms over his chest, staring down his nose at you. “Okay, maybe.” 

The taller man turns, leaning against the wall of the gymnasium and glancing at you through the corner of his eye. You shuffle on your feet, not daring to look up at Sukuna.  

“That why you kept tellin’ Yuuji that you weren’t comin’ to prom?” he asks, grinning as he glances at you. “‘Cause you thought I was goin’ with Uruame?” 

You remain silent — now suddenly embarrassed over your childlike reaction. To be honest, it had been petty for you to potentially throw away the entirety of your prom night over something as trivial as not having a date. But at the same time, your friends had been asked to prom by the people that they were romantically interested in — hell, even Yuuji had managed to successfully ask Megumi to prom. And that was after he had smacked himself in the face in front of his bathroom mirror.  

Sukuna chuckles, leaning his head back and crossing his arms over his chest. His fingers drum against his clothed bicep, a delighted hum rumbling up somewhere in his throat as he relishes in your reactions. He clears his throat, catching your attention. 

“Stupid,” he murmurs, reaching a hand out and laying it over the top of your head. You huff at him, smoothing your hands over your hair, hoping that all of the styling that you had done wasn’t ruined by Sukuna’s comically large palm.  

“And that makes me stupid because?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow at Sukuna. He rolls his eyes, once again leaning down to be at eye-level with you again. This time, however, you challenge his stare with one of your own — pointed and cold, though not nearly as cold as the glare situated in front of you.  

“It makes you stupid because you actually thought I’d take someone other than you to prom.” 

His words make you positively flush from head to toe. You stand as still as stone in front of him, inhaling sharply as he adjusts himself again. He offers his arm to you, nodding in the direction of the opened gymnasium doors.  

“So then why didn’t you ask me sooner?”  

Sukuna rolls his eyes, sighing. “I’m not good at that kind of stuff, but trust me, you’re the only girl that I’d have ever even considered to take to this fuckin’ thing.” 

You chuckle, rolling your eyes as you slip your arm into Sukuna’s. His chest swells at the smile that you flash at him, and in a moment of bravery, he leans down to press his lips to your own.  

Thank God that you had decided to go to prom. 

[aedixon]

First Time Virgin!Daryl x Virgin!Reader | Smut, unprotected PiV (don't do this guys!!), cunnilingus. 1K words Fem!Reader. No hyper-specific features mentioned. A/N: I'm so bad at writing smut uhhhmmmm if u have any advice or anything shoot me a dm ok. xoxo love u AND UHH enjoy

You've been in a relationship with Daryl for a few years, first starting sometime in high school. Now you're both 22, finally having bought your own house. It was small and old, obviously needing some fixing, but regardless, it was beautiful. The past few days, you and Daryl have been furnishing the place. There's still some decorations and amenities in boxes, but they aren't things that absolutely needed to be put up at the moment. You're just glad you finally have your own place with privacy. It was night, and you were already dressed in your white silk pajamas, Daryl was shirtless and wearing a pair of dark green sweats. You sat on the bed beside where he was laying, and looked down with a small, loving smile on your face. He was zoned out, picking at the hangnails on his thumb. Your smile falters a bit in slight concern. "Hey, you okay?" You say quietly, your soft voice interrupting the comfortable silence. Your words broke him out of his trance, and he quickly looked up at you. "Yeah," he responded, his eyes subconsciously trailing down your body. "Jus' thinkin'." You readjusted yourself on the bed, moving a bit closer. It wasn't unusual for Daryl to zone out, but it didn't mean that it doesn't sometimes concern you. "About what?" He looked up at you again, biting his lip. "Jus'.. we have privacy now, y'know. I was thinkin' of how we never really.. had sex. Because I was nervous. But now.. I think 'm ready." He was visibly nervous. He never really liked speaking his mind, especially when it came to topics like this. He'd always thought you'd judge him, that you'd laugh in his face and call him pathetic for being nervous and not ready for sex. Deep down, he knew you'd never do such a thing, but he just couldn't shake off that fear. Your eyes softened, the pure look of love in your eyes. You'd waited for this day for years, and now, it's hopefully finally happening. You were snapped out of your thoughts as he sat up fully, cupping your face and bringing it to his to kiss you. The kiss was a mix of gentle and rough, certainty and uncertainty. You didn't stop him, in fact, you placed your hand on the side of his neck, stroking it slowly. Daryl pulled away for air, and he just looked at you, as if he wanted to make sure you wanted to continue, that he wasn't making you uncomfortable. "Do you?" He asked, a bit breathless. You immediately answer with a nod. "I do." With that, he kisses you again, rougher, but still careful. He places his hand on the back of your head, guiding you to lie down on the bed. He hovers on top of you, his elbows supporting him. He then brought his free hand to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards slightly. Seeing that you made no move to stop him, he quickly parted from you, pulling your shirt over your head. His eyes roamed your torso, taking in the newly exposed skin. You were wearing a light pink bralette with ruffled lace and white flowers embroidered on it. He pulled you up to his chest, his face in the crook of your neck. "Need it off..." He mumbled, his hands working to unclasp the bra. As soon as it was off, he tossed it to the side somewhere and laid you back down. He started at your now exposed breasts, his eyes darkening with love and lust. "God.." He immediately went to kissing your jaw, slowly making his way down to your chest. Once there, he started kissing around the nipple, before taking one of them into his mouth, gently sucking. He brought his free hand up to the other, giving that one attention as well. You threw your head back and let out a whine at the sensations, your hand coming up to gently tug on his hair. "Yes-yes.. that's it.." You moaned out, encouraging him on. He continues with that for a while before kissing lower, all the way to the waistband of your silk shorts. "Need these off.." He mumbles, more to himself than to you. He undoes the ribbon, pulling them down along with your panties.

He continues kissing down as he does so, stopping when his head is in between your thighs. He places soft kisses on the insides of your things, before spreading your legs even more with his hands. He gets dangerously close to your core, placing kisses in the surrounding area.

Finally, he places his lips and tongue right where you want him, licking and eating at you like a starving man. You moan loudly, your hands instinctively going to grab at his hair. Daryl snaps his head up, terrified, wondering if he hurt you or not. "Did I hurt ya'..?" He asks, hands gripping your thighs tightly, but not enough to hurt or leave any marks. You immediately shake your head. "No, Daryl, that was so good.. you can continue, please.." He cautiously goes back down, continuing to pleasure you. You've never felt anything like it, not even when you would pleasure yourself to the thought of him all those lonely nights, alone in your room. It's way different than that, feels way better. He licks a long stripe from your pulsing hole all the way up to your clit, his lips latching onto it and sucking. He brings one of his hands, entering one finger inside. He curls it a few times before adding a second finger, both curling and pumping into you. Above him, you're a moaning mess. Your head thrashes side to side in pleasure, letting out small whimpers and loud moans alike. He feels your pussy clenching around his fingers, and he begins to suck on your clit harder and pump his fingers faster. "Oh-Daryl, I'm gonna-" with a few final sucks, you reach your climax, your legs clenching on his head, keeping him in place. Once you come down from your high, Daryl pulls back to take a look at you and your wet cunt. He goes back down, licking up your cum, letting out a satisfied hum. He sits up on his knees, ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers.

"Ya ready?" He says, pumping himself a few times. You nod weakly, spreading your legs even wider for him. He positions himself between your legs, his tip prodding your wet, pulsing hole. "Tell me if it hurts." You wrap your legs around his waist, hands resting on his shoulder as you wait for him to push in. When you finally does, you feel the burn as his large cock stretches you more than you ever have before. You grimace at the feeling, taking a deep breath. Daryl notices the expression on your face, and leans down to kiss your face, mumbling soft apologies. He continues to push in inch by inch, very slowly. His eyes continuously dart from his cock entering you, stretching you open, and your face, to make sure you're not in any pain. Of course, your first time wouldn't be painless. You need to adjust to his size and how much he stretches you. As he buries himself inside of you, the burn lessens with time. Now he's fully inside of you, holding himself there.

"Please keep going.." you beg, looking up at him with glassy eyes. He pulls out, before thrusting back into you. God, it felt so good. You were in for a long night. But honestly, it was perfect, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[starlost97]

— boast.

summary: You and Lance decided to keep your relationship secret for the first few months, and he was fine with that. But he wasn't that ok anymore when rumors started going around about you being with another driver.

tags: fluff, hard launch, Lance Stroll is jealous, Lance Stroll the boyfriend™️, brazilian!reader, f!reader.

characters: Lance Stroll, Felipe Drugovich (mentioned).

warnings: jealousy? is that a warning or a invitation?

a/n: lance is so boyfriend it's actually insane. also I was very inspired by mr arastoo vaziri from the tv show bones. like?? excuse me?? "loving you is the easiest thing in my life right now. i want to boast to the world about it, but that's just my ego"???? this man.

word count: 273.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Lance’s love for you was something that anyone that had any contact with the two of you could see.

But sometimes he forgot that the internet, the fans and the media still didn’t know about it.

If it were for Lance, he would’ve posted photos with you after day one, but you thought that it was better to wait some weeks to see how things would go, so he respected it.

When people started rumoring that you were going out with Felipe Drugovich, though, he wasn’t really that calm anymore.

Sure, they did spend a lot of time together, but it was mainly because you both were brazilian and could speak in portuguese freely, not because you two were in a relationship. Drugovich even talked to Lance about it and kind of apologized for it, even though it wasn’t his fault.

Lance thought for a moment that he would go insane with the amount of images that went through his head of you, his girlfriend, with someone else.

You, however, saved him from insanity by allowing him to tell the world about you.

And that’s exactly what he did.

The picture that he posted made anyone that saw it go crazy about it. Not only because his relationship with you was announced, but also because it was more than just a picture.

You were wearing a short, off-shoulder green dress, while he wore a white unbottoned shirt. His hands supported your waist as he dipped you and smiled against your cheek.

He didn’t even need to think twice about the caption.

“I can’t believe I can finally boast to the world about you.”

[ninyard]

Darling as much as i support you going crazy over those fbi octonary characters I'm going to need more kevillison headcanons ok? Thanks

my gift to you:

- I mentioned before that they go to the banquets together post-TKM. Did I mention they match their outfits? Allison in a gorgeous long emerald green dress and Kevin with a green tie and handkerchief. The only colour that they don’t match is the one time Allison decides to wear a red dress - Kevin refuses to wear red with his suits, even if it’s on top of a white shirt instead of a black one.

- When it comes to hooking up, they have no shame around each other AT ALL. They have that kind of relationship, and they’re so on the same page about the FWB situation, that there’s literally nothing they won’t do or try with each other just for the sake of it. Worst one was when Allison was curious what it would be like if he spoke French to her. She INSTANTLY got the ick and had to stop. (Best one was sitting on opposite ends of the room and-)

- There’s a thousand different pics on several of the foxes phones of Kevin 1) carrying Allison because she got too lazy to walk 2) carrying Allison’s heels because they were hurting her feet and 3) wearing no jacket because he gave it Allison when she got cold.

- One time Kevin asks Allison to coverup his tattoo with makeup. He stares at his unmarked skin for so long before he has to ask her to take it off. He hasn’t seen his face without something on it since he was a kid.

- They’ve been each others new years kiss two years in a row. They’ve both promised it won’t happen again but. When the countdown starts and they’re standing next to each other? What ELSE are they supposed to do?

- (Most of the foxes pretend not to know that they’re hooking up. But they all know.)

- Allison is one of the only (if not the only) fox outside of Andrew or Neil that has ever actually asked him exactly what happened when he broke his hand. And not “oh Riko kicked it until it stopped working the end”. She asks him to talk her through the day, while tracing over the scars on the back of his hand. Kevin tells her too much (in his opinion) but she listens to every detail. She asks him about Jean, about the drive to find David, about the healing process afterwards. He hardly looks at her at all when he talks about it, but he doesn’t feel uncomfortable sharing it with her.

- She’s talked him through a panic attack once or twice.

- When Kevin starts getting into hobbies outside of Exy, and tries his hand at photography, she is ALWAYS willing to model for him. Granted, he mostly just takes photos of mundane life and beautiful things, not staged photo shoots, but she will never, ever tell him not to take a photo of her. Yes mostly because she loves photos of herself, but she also sees how his face lights up when he takes a nice one, and she loves seeing him passionate about something other than Exy.

- This is an actual picture of them. got sent it via the interdimensional portal I opened.

[layla4567]

I'm just a librarian ✿

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Summary: You work in a library in the middle of London, you get paid well and you love your little reading space surrounded by books that rise to the highest ceiling. But one day your normality will be turned upside down when a guy comes looking for some books on Egyptian history.

A/N: Ok first of all I must say that this idea arose from a little dream I had (and I also wanted to use the image from the movie The Mummy, I mean, just look at her, she is beautiful, she looks like Belle) second, I don't know if this will have more parts the truth is I'm not good at making long stories because then I leave them unfinished or I run out of ideas so, yes, I'm building this as I go along, sorry.

Part 2

And here I am once again, sitting behind the counter where you could see an old green lamp, a couple of books stacked one on top of the other, a typewriter and a little badge where you could read my name. With my legs crossed I moved my airborne foot rhythmically back and forth following a silent melody while my face rested lazily on my hand. My view was always directed towards the large windows that were near the line where the roof began. They were in the shape of a half circle and had a nice drawing similar to a stained glass window through which the sunlight passed in a warm way.

I loved being around libraries just for the sake of being a bookworm. I could spend hours reading old books sitting in a comfortable chair enjoying the silence without realizing it. But it was kind of boring to sit and wait for people to arrive so that you could help them with whatever they needed. I had already finished arranging the books with the help of the ladder, I loved doing it, it was fun to slide from one side to the other, it was almost like skating.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize someone had entered the library until they were in front of me so I gave a little jump in my seat.

"Oh so sorry! did I scare you? It wasn't my intention"

The person who addressed me was a very polite and kind middle-aged man, he had an innocent look in those pretty dark eyes he had. He was wearing a jean jacket and underneath was a white shirt, he was also wearing khaki pants and had a brown shoulder strap on one side.

"Don't worry, It's okay, I was just thinking, can I help you with something?"

I could not stop seeing his eyes, his look gave off a peculiar innocence glow, I could sense a genuinely beautiful aura like that of a child

"Well, yes. I was looking for books on Egyptian history, you know, gods and pharaohs, myths, pyramids, etc."

Every time he spoke his face would light up with enthusiasm, it was admirable to see

"Sure, we have several. Follow me please"- I said while my smile deepened

I led him through the aisles looking for the "Ancient Egypt" section by the gigantic shelves. The man meekly followed me like a lap dog without taking his eyes off me as he clung to his backpack. When we had reached the section, I took out 4 books, stacking them one on top of the other and numbering them as I handed them over to him.

" "History of Egypt", "Gods and mythologies", "Encyclopedia of the pyramids" and "The 10 most famous figures of ancient Egypt" And remember to return everything within 15 days "

I piled the books in the arms of that man who tried with effort to hold them since they were quite large and hardcover while I raised a finger and recited the prayer from memory. Even though the books were about to fall out of his hands, the man looked from the books to me with a beaming smile.

"Of course, yes, miss, I will do so. Thank you very much for your help"

I smiled generously at the man's good manners and walked him to my desk to finish the paperwork. I sat as the middle-aged man patiently watched me with his books in his arms like a child waiting for his Christmas present.

"Ok, I will give you a paper with the exact date where you must return the books along with our address, I would only need to know your name to write it down please"- I looked at him expectantly

"Steven Grant, Steven with a V"

I couldn't help but laugh at the clarification as if I didn't know how to write his name

"I clarify it just in case. A lot of people always misspell it, sometimes they call me Stephen. But surely you wrote it well, you seem to have nice handwriting hehe"

Steven giggled nervously as I smirked in amusement. What a singular man that Steven was

"No problem, what a nice name you have"- I smiled warmly

Steven got more nervous and his face begins to take on a cute reddish color as he stuttered and mumbled a thank you.

"By the way, my name is Y/n"

I told him, pointing with a fingernail to my badge that was resting on the desk. He looked at it for a while and smiled

"Now I won't forget"

And with one free hand he gave me a childish wave as he uttered a sweet "Laters gators" and headed for the exit. With one elbow on the table and my hand resting on my cheek, I watched him until he disappeared through the door.

"Steven.."

I pronounced his name slowly delighting myself with the syllables, it was sweet as honey and resonant as a bell. I was wondering if I would see him around here more often. I sighed with a lopsided smile and went back to staring at the stained glass windows waiting for someone else to come and help them.

The days passed and I didn't hear from Steven, he hadn't returned the books within the agreed period and I was beginning to worry. He supposed that this man was a little distracted or had forgotten or was busy with something important, anyway it was very common for people not to return the books on time and to be a little late. My head was full of thoughts hoping nothing bad happened to Steven and hoping to see him again when someone stormed through the library entrance.

"I'm really sorry!! I got there as fast as I could, apparently I fell asleep and woke up in a place full of sand. I have a sleep disorder, I'm sorry"

Steven was talking fast, spitting out the words like a machine gun, he looked agitated and his hair was messy. And on his face you could see the nervousness and concern. I tried to reassure him

"Steven, Steven calm down, it's okay. I get it, you don't have to apologize."

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard trying to provide warmth and protection. Steven giggled nervously and his cheeks turned pink, it was adorable.

"Oh by the way, here are the books"

Steven took out of his bag the books in perfect condition that I had given him. At least he was a man of his word

"Thank you very much Steven, do you want any other books?"

"Well actually yes, if it's not a bother, wouldn't you have one that talks about the moon god Khonsu?"-he said something nervous

I laughed in amusement

"Of course! We have many books on Egyptian gods, take the ones you want"-I said tenderly

Steven for some reason gave me a strange feeling, a maternal need to protect him, he looked so helpless at times. I can't even imagine how chaotic his life must be

"You know something? Why don't I buy you a coffee? I'll give you the new books and then we can hang out and chat, I have a break in 15 minutes."

Apparently Steven didn't expect that so he got even more red.

"I-Is it some kind of date?"

"If you want to see it that way, yes"

Steven smiled like a kid in a toy store and followed me back to the bookshelves. After giving him everything he needed, he waited for me at the entrance of the library like a true gentleman. I left my position in charge of my partner Selma who answered me with a grunt and left with Steven towards the nearest cafeteria.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

We sat at a table close to the street. The cafeteria was decorated with flowers and vines, it was my favorite, it made it look Parisian. We both ordered a simple latte and to eat I ordered a croissant with chocolate and he asked for a kind of vegan burrito, then he explained to me that he doesn't eat anything that comes from animals.

"Well Steven tell me something about yourself, do you have a job?"

"Yes, I'm working in a gift shop at the British Museum. But I would really love to be the one who makes the guides"

"Really? Amazing! who'd say? You are a museum and history enthusiast and I am a bookworm willing to provide you with all the information you want."

We both laughed happily forgetting what was happening around us. Steven's laugh was like sweet nectar to my ears that made all my worries disappear. Except for one that was still on my mind

"Wait a second, how come you woke up in a place full of sand? Where exactly?"

"I have no idea, I wish I knew. But it's not the first time it's happened to me, one day I woke up on top of Everest"

Steven started laughing downplaying it and I laughed too but with less enthusiasm. I was worried about him.

"Well I think I should go back to my work, thanks for everything I really needed to talk to someone and distract myself"

I looked at Steven tenderly, thinking that I was probably the only person he could talk to broke my heart.

"Anytime Steven. Anyway, I also have to go back to work, the time flies by when you talk"

I left a tip on the table and was about to go to the library when Steven stopped me with a question.

"Would you like to visit me one day at the museum? It's that I always visit you...-"

"I'd love to"

We said goodbye with a smile as if we were lifelong friends and each one went their own way to continue with their work on that beautiful afternoon in London.

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Sorry if it was boring and there wasn't much interaction with Steven but this is just the first part of the story

[starythewriter]

KINKMAS 5 vinnie x you.

TW:sex duh, use of word slut, intense.

A/N: all of my KINKMAS stories will be posted at or BY 5PM PST! But usually they’ll be posted much sooner! But my commitment will stay the same to post everyday till Christmas!

& YES! There will be days closer to Christmas that yall will get 2 stories in ONE day! Not just one everyday. Stay tuned!

the both you end up visiting a New York event with very high class people. he had a very hot suit, while you were wearing a enticing dress with high heels.he has to keep from running his eyes all over your body (and failing). he keeps trying to convince himself that this is just one of many occasions where you’re just another girl in the crowd. but it was clearly hard, the both f you did not know what to do.

you quickly walked to talk with Jack Harlow, who was on the floor playing a game, before the next group arrived. your conversation was short and sweet. you didn’t ask for the date but at least you tried, you were a good girl. he had the same thought.

you walked into the hall, looking around. you felt someone grab your wrist.

“hey. how about you come dance with me? I’m sure your husband won’t mind.” you didn’t want to let him down by saying no. but the idea was so tempting. ‘maybe when this night ends’. your thoughts kept repeating in your head. you and Jack danced beautifully the flashing lights made it seem like a fancy ball, blue, green, pink magenta, every color was being projected across the room. it was beautiful, you shortly finished dancing and moved on to whisper seductive things into jacks ear. you could tell he was getting excited. he looked at you with such lustful eyes.

you took him into a private stall, you slowly started to grind up against him, he already knew the plan, while you were grinding against him, he reached down to his boxers and started to rub himself. he grabbed you tightly and pulled you close to kiss you passionately. you kissed back and put your hand under his shirt. you slid it up and down his chest, enjoying his reaction. he moaned, you could feel how aroused he really was. you continued the kissing until finally you couldn’t take any more. you started to bounce however, he kept rubbing harder. you got desperate and started to bite onto his neck. He pushed you back and held you there. You kept biting into his neck, which caused him to moan even louder. he pulled you up again and pressed against you. you couldn’t help but squeal because the both of you were now very much in heat. he placed you down carefully then removed his boxers, his cock was huge, you noticed, you stared up at his face, waiting for him to make eye contact with you. he lifted you up as well and brought you down hard onto him. how, you moaned, and put his boxers back on. “finish without me.”

Jack groaned loudly but got to work.

“I’ll help you”

you say In a slutty voice while you slowly rub your insides he keeps jerking off… yntill he reaches his peak. “forgive me your just too… Fucking hot.”

he came… you smiled.

“I want you to do something for me sir…”

“anything my lady…”

“give me some cash”

you got the biggest amount of cash ever…. you were surpised…as Jack gave you 100s…

you have him a kiss slipping away…

into the grasp of vinnie hacker…

“hey vin…”

“hey darling… come here I’ve been waiting for you all night… have you been ignoring me?”

you moaned. he quickly grabbed you and you both got into another stall, he quickly took his shirt off….you could see his perfect abs…..he began sucking on your breasts. you moaned in pleasure.you both fell onto the bed and he immediately started fucking you...He was so hot, and he knew it..your lovemaking was going better than ever before……”get on top of me and be my slut ok?”

“yes vin…”

you started to ride him, he was thrusting faster and deeper into you.“mmm… yes vin… please…” you whimpered and bit down hard onto his neck.. He stopped thrusting and gently stroked your hair.“that’s my girl.”“my beautiful girl…” he muttered lovingly in between kisses.. You wanted him to touch you again and he obliged, his hands were on your thighs. He lifted you up and positioned you, he entered you, he was thrusting fast and deep into you..You both groaned.. It felt amazing..he slammed his hips into you once again...and again...and again..“ohhh god!” he moaned.... You screamed out loud and climaxed inside him... you were both panting and sweating. he wrapped his arms around you tightly and started kissing your neck, softly sucking, nibbling and nipping...You sighed heavily... You loved it...You enjoyed it...

you both gave some more hmph. to eachother… vinnie laid there with his dick inside of you…

you were both just enjoying this moment.

you were happy because you knew the power you hold over men…

it make you feel so egotistical sometimes but you made sure it wouldn’t consume you, you got dressed again acting like nothing happened all night.

you walked to a big yellow table, seeing vinnie sitting across from you, all of his friends was there.

you loved the sight of him… it turned you on… you sat down next to him… his hand instantly went to your ass pulling you closer to him...“so you were mine last night huh?” he whispered into your ear, smirking and looking into your face… his fingers were running through your hair, massaging your scalp.“yeah”...you giggled…

you sat next to him since you didn’t want to sit across from him.

you both ate, after a while you both finished talkign dancing and doing some deals.

you both went home and took a nice long bath, and then fell asleep!

the end!

[canirove]

Lady Madrid | Chapter 8

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“Chilly, fancy a game of… What the hell is going on here?” Jude says as he walks into Ben's room.

“I don't know what to wear.”

“What?”

“I don't know what to wear to meet Julieta's family” he says, sitting on his bed. Or what is left of it since there are clothes scattered everywhere.

“You don't get to meet your girlfriend's family every day, uh?”

“Jude, she isn't my girlfriend.”

“That's true. Why?” he says, taking some of the clothes from the floor and checking them.

“Why what?”

“Why haven't you asked her yet? Or she you? Like, everyone knows you are together.”

“Because we don't want to label our relationship and make anything official.”

“Oh, because those photos of her at Wembley wearing your shirt aren't official enough, are they?” Jude laughs, making Ben roll his eyes. “But why don't you want to do it? You clearly are in love with each other.”

“We… It's complicated.”

“Give it a go. You have time to explain it to me while we tidy up your room.”

“It's just… I'm going to be here just for 6 months, Jude” Ben says, standing up and picking up some clothes. 

“Or not.”

“I am. So we just want to enjoy our time together and don't worry about anything else. Like making our relationship official.”

“Yet you are meeting her whole family tomorrow and she's already met yours.”

“That's different. When she met mine nothing had happened between us, we were just friends. And now I'm meeting hers because that's the deal the mister made with her mum to let her come to London.”

The deal, aka Julieta being able to go watch Ben play with the national team if, in return, once they were back in Madrid they had lunch with her whole family so they could meet him and properly celebrate her mum's birthday. He had already crossed paths with her parents a few times when he had gone to watch her play at the Di Stefano, but this was completely different. 

“I can't be the only one who thinks he made that deal as a way to force you to make your relationship official, can I?”

“Why would he do that?”

“Maybe because he also can't understand why you aren't doing it despite clearly being together?”

“Well, it is what it is” Ben shrugs. “Anyway, are you going to help me pick up what to wear or not?”

“Yes, of course. What did you have in mind?”

“Anything that won't make Julieta make fun of me.”

“Then I guess this is a no” Jude says, showing him the bright green cardigan he had on his hands.

“That definitely is a no.”

“We need something that says yes, I'm sleeping with your daughter, no, I'm not her boyfriend, but yes, I love her and this thing between us is serious.”

“Can you say all that with clothes?” Ben chuckles.

“And more” Jude smiles. “We'll find something, Chilly. Don't worry. And Julieta's family is going to love you.”

“I hope so” he sighs.

“They will, you'll see.”

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“I still have some sweets from the Christmas parade in the glove box.”

“Uh?”

“Over there” I say, nodding towards it. “Eat one instead of your fingers. I'll miss them if they are gone” I smirk.

“I'm not in the mood for sexual jokes, Julieta” Ben says, opening the glove box and taking one of the sweets.

“Sorry. I'm just trying to help you relax.”

“I know” he sighs, resting his head against the headrest. “Thank you.”

“Why don't we go over what I told you about my family? Like who they are and all that. Maybe knowing that you aren't completely clueless about them will make you feel better.”

“As if we were revising for an exam?” he chuckles.

“Something like that. C'mon, let's start with my parents” I say when we stop at a red light, taking his hand on mine and giving it a little squeeze. “How did they meet?”

“Ok” he says, taking a deep breath. “Your parents met in Milan. Your dad had just moved from Madrid to play there, and your mum was studying at university.”

“Good. When did they get married?”

“After a few years of dating. Three or four I think you said. Your dad asked her to marry him in front of the Duomo, but they got married in Rome because that's where your mum is from, though her mum is from the North of Spain.”

“Perfect! Now my brothers and I. Where were we born?”

“Mateo was born in Milan, Lorenzo in Sevilla when your dad signed for Betis, and you in Madrid when he moved back to end his career on the team he made his debut with in La Liga.”

“Are my brothers married?”

“Mateo is. He met his wife while studying abroad in Chicago, but they now live in New York where they both work as doctors. They became parents five years ago to twins, Aria and Leo. Lorenzo is getting married this summer in Mallorca to his long time boyfriend Charles. They live together in Munich, where Charles works for Bayern.”

“And what about me?” I ask him.

“What do you mean?” Ben says with a confused look.

“What do you know about my life?”

“Let's see…” he says, playing with the wrapping paper of the sweet he is eating. “You started playing football when you were just three years old. You've always supported Real Madrid and have only played for them. If you ever leave, it will be abroad, never to another Spanish team. You started as a goalkeeper but you were a bit clumsy with your hands, so they changed your position and boom! You turned out to be one of the best strikers in European football” he smiles.

“I'm not clumsy with my hands, tho.”

“When there are balls around, you are.”

“I'm not. You know it better than anyone.”

“Julieta!” he gasps.

“I was talking about when we play basketball together at Valdebebas and I always win, not about your balls, Benjamin.”

“Sure” he snorts.

“I was” I say, giving him a little push and making him laugh. “Are you feeling better, tho? Even if it is just a tiny bit?”

“I am. Thank you, Julieta” he smiles.

“It's ok” I smile back. 

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“Mamá? Papá?” I call as Ben and I walk into their house.

“Julieta!” my mum says, her head popping up from the kitchen before running towards us. 

“Hola” I manage to say while she squeezes me. 

“Me tenías preocupada, pensaba que no llegabais. ¿Había mucho tráfico?”

“English, mamá” I tell her, nodding towards Ben.

“Oh, sorry” she says, letting go of me. “Nice to see you again, Ben.”

“You too, ma'am” he says with his best smile.

“Pero mira que es guapo, eh. ¡Menudos nietos voy a tener!”

“Mamá!” I gasp. “He can't speak Spanish very well, but he understands most of it.”

“Oh” she says, her cheeks turning bright red. 

“Thank you for the compliment, ma'am” Ben says, still smiling.

“You're welcome” she replies. “Anyway, let's go meet the others. They also were starting to wonder if something had happened or if it was just the traffic. Well, Lorenzo said something else, but you don't want to hear that.”

“Something else?” Ben whispers as we follow her. 

“He probably said something…”

“Here they are!” Lorenzo says when we make it to the living room. “Thought you weren't making it, that you were too busy making… out” he smirks.

“Something like that” I sigh. “Hello, everyone” I say, ignoring my brother.

“Hello, Julieta. And company” my dad says, getting up from the sofa where he was sitting and giving me a quick hug. “Nice to see you again, Ben. Welcome” he says, shaking his hand.

“Thank you” he replies.

“That is a nice handshake. Quite firm” my dad chuckles.

“Yeah” Ben says, forcing himself to smile. Because my dad has definitely squeezed his hand as hard as he can. He's done it with every single guy I've introduced him to, boyfriend or friend, and I should have probably warned Ben about it. Oops. 

“We've brought you a birthday gift, mum” I say once we've said hello to everyone. 

“Oh, you didn't have to, Julieta” she says.

“We did. Happy birthday, mum” I say, giving her one of the bags I'm carrying. “Ben helped me pick it up.”

“Did you?” she says as she sits down and starts opening it.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Please call me Anna. And this is fancy! It's an Hermès package!” she smiles.

“I was struggling a bit with what to get you, and when we went shopping Ben spotted this and thought it would be perfect for you. He said that the few times you had met before, you were wearing one.”

“Oh my God!” my mum gasps. “This is gorgeous!” she says, taking the silk scarf from the box. 

“Do you like it?”

“She just said it is gorgeous, Julieta. What do you think?” Lorenzo chuckles.

“I love it. Thank you very much, Julieta” she says, standing up and giving me a hug. “And thank you very much to you too, Ben. Love a man who actually pays attention to the details” she says, looking first at my dad, who rolls his eyes, and then at me before winking and hugging Ben.

“Where are the kids?” I ask, trying to change the topic of conversation. “I can't wait to see them.”

“Playing upstairs” Mateo says. “They've been too quiet for a while, I fear they may have done something they shouldn't.”

“We'll go check. C'mon, Ben” I say, grabbing his hand and basically dragging him behind me.

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“What is that?”

“A rabbit.”

“Rabbits aren't blue, Leo.”

“This one is” he says, sticking out his tongue.

“Is that how you talk to your sister?”

“Tita Jules!” Aria screams before running towards me and jumping into my arms.

“I have missed you so much!” I say, hugging her as tightly as I can.

“I have missed you too” she replies.

“What about you, Leo. Haven't you missed me?”

“Yeah” he smiles, walking towards where we are and hugging me by the hips.

“My God, you are so big! Last year you only reached my knees! Where has my baby gone?”

“I'm not a baby anymore, Tita Jules. I am five now” Leo says, showing me his hand. “All the fingers, see? One, two, three, four and five!”

“Five! He is five, Ben!” I say, looking at him.

“All the fingers” he says from the door, the cutest smile on his face.

“Is he your friend who isn't your boyfriend?” Aria asks me.

“He is.”

“He is pretty” she giggles, hiding her face on my neck.

“He is, isn't he? I call him pretty face.”

“Because he has a pretty face” she giggles again.

“Aren't you going to say hello to him?”

“Hi.”

“He won't bite, Aria” I laugh when she hides her face again.

“Unless you ask me to” Ben winks, making both her and me giggle. 

“Yes, umm… What about you, Leo?”

“What's up, bro” he says, walking towards Ben and fist bumping him.

“Where did you learn that?” I chuckle.

“My friend Miles taught me” he shrugs. “What is that?” he asks, pointing at the bags Ben is carrying.

“That is a gift we got for you the other day in London. Do you want to open it?”

“Yes!” they both say, Aria almost kicking me as she frees herself from my arms.

“This one is for you, Leo” Ben says, giving him one of the packages. “And this one is for Aria.”

“Thank you” she smiles while her brother unwraps his present as if his life depended on it.

“A bus?” Leo says with a confused look.

“It is more than a bus. Open it and see what is inside” I say, pointing at the zipper on the top.

“Markers!” he gasps.

“They are like the ones they use on the videos we watch on Tiktok, Leo!” Aria says, a big smile starting to show up on her face.

“They are big boy and big girl markers, you have to take really good care of them.”

“We will, Tita Jules. I am a big girl!” Aria says.

“And I am a big boy!”

“They are five, Julieta” Ben says with a teasing smile, showing me his hand. “But there is another present. Here” he says, giving them two other packages.

“A Pokémon colouring book!” Leo screams.

“And a notebook!” Aria adds, also screaming. 

“I knew that you both liked colouring and drawing, so when we saw them, we thought it was perfect.”

“You are the best, Tita Jules!” Leo says, now being the one who jumps into my arms. 

“And you also are the best, Tito Benny!” Aria says, jumping at him.

“Oh” Ben chuckles as he catches her. “Thank you.”

“I like him, Tita Jules. He is pretty and he makes the best presents. You can make him your boyfriend.”

“Yes. We allow it” Leo says.

“Thank you, guys” I laugh, Ben's cheeks turning bright red. “Why don't we sit down and see how good those markers are? At least until Nonna calls us for lunch.”

“Yes!” they both say.

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“Julieta, are you sure you can't stay for dinner?”

“I am, mum. If we do, you will definitely ask us to also stay for the night because you don't want me driving that late, and we both have training tomorrow first thing in the morning. I'm sorry.”

“Ok, then” she sighs. “But you have to come another day while Mateo and the kids are still here.”

“We will. Won't we, Ben?” 

“Of course” he says while Aria sits on his lap and tries to braid his hair. He is in desperate need of a trim, but he ignores me every time I tell him to get one with the excuse of me liking too much to run my fingers through it which, I mean, is true. I love doing it. But right now it is too long and the bloody hair gel is back (that, or one of those horrible caps he loves so much for whatever the reason and that he wears even around the house), so maybe seeing that he can actually get it braided, will change his mind.

“When and where are you playing this weekend?” Mateo asks.

“Ben on Saturday in Bilbao, and me on Sunday here at home.”

“Morning or afternoon in your case?” he asks me.

“Afternoon. Why?”

“Because the kids have been dying to go watch you play. Why don't we all go, Ben included, and then come here and have dinner together?”

“Oh, that's a wonderful idea!” my mum says. “We could order some food from that restaurant Lorenzo and Charles took us to last month so we don't have to worry about cooking. I saw on the menu that you can do it!” 

“I say yes to that plan” Lorenzo says. “I'm dying to eat from there again. And to see you play football too, little sis” he smirks.

“Of course you are” I reply, rolling my eyes. Because he doesn't like football. He is the son of a professional football player, brother to another one, is about to marry someone who works for one of the biggest football clubs in the world, yet he doesn't like the sport. Sometimes I even wonder if he knows what shape the ball is.

“What do you say?” my mum says. “Are you in?”

“Ben?” I ask him.

“Yeah, why not” he replies, twisting his face as Aria pulls his hair. 

“Ok, we are in.”

“Yes!” my mum says, giving me the hundredth hug of the day.

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“We did it” I say as Ben and I get into my car.

“We did, yes.”

“Told you everything was going to be ok, didn't I?” I say, playfully hitting his arm. “They all loved you, especially the kids.”

“They are the best” he smiles. “Aria is a mini you, you know?”

“And she was as smitten with you as I am, Tito Benny” I smirk. 

“My scalp can confirm it” he says while scratching his head.

“Time for a haircut?”

“Yes, time for that haircut you've been asking me to get” he says, pinching my side and making me giggle. 

“I'll have to thank Aria for her services.”

“Meh meh meh” he says, pinching me again. “I love how they call you Tita Jules, by the way. It's cute. How did they start?”

“Their mum has always called me Jules, they picked it up from her. And Tita is like a version of tía, aunt in Spanish, that has always been used in my family.”

“Then I guess I can't use Jules as my nickname for you since someone already does. Or Tita.”

“If you started calling me Tita as a nickname, I would put you on the next flight to London.”

“No, you wouldn't” Ben laughs.

“Yes, I would.”

“No, you wouldn't. Because like you just said, you are completely smitten with me” he says with a teasing smile while leaning forward towards me.

“I didn't say I am completely smitten with you, pretty face” I reply, also moving forward.

“But you are.”

“Maybe” I say as he moves his hand to my face and caresses my cheek. “What about you?”

“Uh?” he says, moving his thumb over my lower lip and sending a wave of heat through my whole body.

“Are you smitten with me?” I manage to say.

“Completely, Julieta. I am completely smitten with you ” he says before kissing me.

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The Science of Baking

This is for @thunder-pride Agender Day and also Week 1 Bingo prompts Role Models, Baking and Self Love, although they don't technically say it. Thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the headcanon of Brains being quietly agender which you can find here, and for reading this through 😊 It's all rather fluffy and also features Gordon, MAX and an OC.

Gordon walked into the kitchen to find an interesting array of equipment out on the kitchen table. A mixing bowl with the electric whisk, three baking trays but also a test tube rack with various colours of liquid, scientific scales and a thermometer. He would usually be the suspect for this type of thing so he wondered who else was cooking.

A small clatter and MAX emerged from the walk in fridge with various cartons and bottles, closely followed by Brains. That wasn’t the answer he was expecting.

“Hey Brains, what you cooking?” Gordon had never seen Brains cook before, but it couldn’t be worse the Grandma’s and he quite fancied something after his swim.

“Chocolate Brownies Gordon, but we must follow the recipe exactly. Max and I are preparing the ingredients.”

“Brains, we used to make those when we were little. You just add water to the brownie mixture, mix it, put it in the oven and then fight your brothers over who got to eat the leftovers in the bowl. You don’t need a recipe. I’ll bring you a mixture packet on the next supplies run.”

Brains looked at him with the sort of horrified look usually reserved for people like Lemaire. “No Gordon, we must follow Chris’s recipe.”

Brains switched on a hologram above the table and a person who Gordon assumed was Chris appeared in hologram form. They were as blonde as he was and probably a similar age but with green eyes. They were wearing a t-shirt with a large agender flag on it.

“Greetings, All!” Chris announced in an accent Gordon couldn’t quite place but he knew was British.

“Hi Chris!” Gordon replied, but Chris carried on talking. Gordon realised Chris was a recording.

Brains paused the recording. “Gordon, this is Chris MacDonald. They are the winner of the fifty-third series of the Great British Bake Off and they have turned cooking into a science!” Brains looked so enthusiastic, and MAX beeped in agreement.

Brains turned the hologram recording back on and Chris was very clearly and charismatically explaining what ingredients were needed to the milligram or millilitre, and Brains was hanging off their every word whilst Max helped.

Gordon watched him for a couple of minutes. It was clear that Brains was in his element applying scientific methods to this endeavour. The swim could wait. Besides, this person had won a baking competition and Gordon was very much looking forward to having first dibs on the brownies. Many years in a house with four brothers had taught him you didn’t give up that opportunity.

Realising he was thirsty and that this recipe clearly wasn’t going to take the ten minutes he was used to as a child, Gordon got up to get a drink. “You want one Brains?” he asked. No answer. Gordon tried two more times before waving his hand in front of the hologram. Brains stared at him. “You want a drink?”

Brains paused the hologram again. “Oh sorry Gordon. I had …”

“Forgotten I was there?”

“Erm, yes, sorry.” Brains looked embarrassed. “It’s just that … Chris is a hero of mine. They are so unashamedly who they are, and I don’t always feel comfortable with that.”

Gordon smiled. “Brains, who you are doesn’t always have to be shouted from the rooftops. I mean, in my case it does because that’s who I am, but you are not me or Chris or anybody else who isn’t you. If that means you're more comfortable being out as agender only to those close to you, that's OK too. As long as you’re happy being you.”

Brains looked up from his feet. “Thanks Gordon.”

“No problem. I meant it. But also part of being me is I want to try those brownies first and I get to share the bowl mixture after my swim. Deal?”

“Oh they won’t be ready for a while. After MAX and I have cooked the brownies Chris has another recipe to 3D print some Pride flags onto them in icing.”

Gordon stared at Brains for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.

“What?”

Gordon opened the kitchen doors to head out to the pool for his swim. “That’s you being you Brains. You’re more comfortable with it than you think.”

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Chapter 17: Spilling truths between the lies

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, self-pleasuring

Episode mapping: During episode 16 of season 10 "Paint It Black"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

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I'm laying on my stomach, when I feel hot lips trailing down my spine. I arch my back moaning at the sensation and I hear a familiar chuckle. I slowly turn around and meet two impossibly green eyes, his lips continuing tracing the path from my stomach down… down… down… I gasp when he reaches the rim of my panties and I lift my hips close to him…

A bang on the door startles me.  What the fuck!  I jolt awake.  I'm covered in a thin layer of sweat, my breath uneven…  Fuck! "Ema!" I hear Dean's voice from the other side of the door. "Fuck!" I murmur this time out loud. "Come on sleepyhead! Wake up!" "Yeah!" I yell back. "Be right there!" I open the door and Dean looks at me from head to toe. I quickly realize the state of undress I'm in, wearing slipping shorts and a cropped t-shirt, and I stand behind the door leaving it a crack open. "What is it?" I ask, still not able to shake off the dream I just had. "We have a case." "Ok. Give me 30 minutes." I say and close the door leaning my back against it.  I'm able to exhale only when I hear Dean's footsteps going away from my room. I'm still frustrated after my dream. My fingers slowly passing the rim of my panties, my back sliding down the door… I make two slow circles over my clit before dipping my fingers into me… first one… then two… muffling the sounds coming from my mouth with my other hand…  It doesn't take long for me to finally arch my back and explode…  And the only thing I can see behind my closed lids are those green eyes…

"I just can't believe Lisa McCarthy would murder her husband." The priest says. We are in a Catholic church in Massachusetts, investigating a series of suicides. But the last death was a murderer and Dean believes they are all connected somehow with this church. "Yes. These men were fairly regular, but then, so are the majority of the folks here." A nun approaches us. And Dean checks her out.  Really? The nun? Well… she is pretty… but still… a nun! "Sister Mathias is our Director of Social Services. I've asked her to show you around and answer any questions." "Sister…" Dean starts "Agent…?" "Allman." He smiles at her. "And these are Agent Betts and Agent Oakley." He introduces Sam and me. "Sister, you're aware of the recent string of deaths, right?" Sam starts the usual line of questions. "Yes, a terrible tragedy. But I'm confused as to why you're here. These were all suicides, weren't they?" "Well, possibly not." "Murders?"  Sister Mathias gasps. "Well, the actual method of killing was all identical." "Ah, the M.O."  She muses. "Yes, indeed the M.O." Dean chuckles.  He actually chuckles! He is unbelievable! "I'm going to go, uh" Sam clears his throat "have a look around. Uh, excuse me, sister."  He leaves and I follow him. We split to take a look around the church. I turn on the EMF in my smart watch and discreetly check the rows of benches for any signal.

"Rattling chains and teacups that fly across the room?" Sister Mathias is saying with a smile when I join them. "Sister, are you making fun of me?" Dean smiles back flirting with her. "Really? The FBI believes in ghosts? I’m afraid I don't. If you'll excuse me, Agents, I have to get back to work."

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"Tell me you didn't think that nun was hot. I think she had a little thing for me too." Dean says when we are walking down the steps in front of the church. Is he serious right now?  I knew he was a player but this is the first time I see him around women.  He is… I'm annoyed with him.  And more importantly, I'm annoyed with the tinge of jealousy I feel. "All right, so, Frank cheated on his wife, Lisa, all right? You know, the whole theme of this case seems to be about guys doing their women wrong. Notice that?" Dean starts theorizing. "Yeah, but Lisa McCarthy was pretty convincing that she had no idea whatsoever she had killed her husband." I argue. "Oh, the hot nun said that Lisa had no idea he was cheating on her. So, maybe she was controlled by someone who did." "Again, nothing witchy." Sam confirms. "Ghost?" I suggest "Maybe something surrounding the confessional." Dean raises his brows questioningly. "Sammy, how long has it been since my last confession?" "You've never been to confession." Sam walks past Dean. "Well, that's too long."

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I'm sitting in the confessional, spinning some story about me and all the women I had messed around with in the past.  Well… it's not exactly a lie but it's not the truth either.  In fact, I haven't looked at another woman for months, not since…  Fuck!  The way she looked this morning… with the messy hair and those cropped shirts of hers and so fucking sexy… "Is there anything else on your mind, Agent Allman?" "What if I said I…I didn't want to die… That, you know, that I wasn't ready? You know, the life I live, the work I do…I pretty much just figured that that was all there was to me, you know? Tear around and jam the key in the ignition and haul ass until I run out of gas. I guess I just thought sooner or later, I'd go out the same way that I live – pedal to the metal, and that would be it." "But now?" The father encourages me to continue talking. "Now, um… recent events, uh… make me think I might be closer to that than I really thought. And… I don't know. I mean, you know… There's things, there's… people… feelings that I… I… I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time. I'm just starting to think that… maybe there's more to it all than I thought."  What am I doing? Why am I talking to this priest? He doesn't have the answers I need. He can't even begin to understand my life. "Learning there's more to the universe than your tiny world can be a frightening discovery. Do you truly believe in God, Agent? Because that can be a comfort." "I believe there is a God. But I'm not sure he still believes in us." I say and I leave the confessional.

"So, you think you had an eavesdropper in there?" I ask Dean when he exits the confessional. "Hope so." "You better watch your back. If we are right, jerks like you are just what our ghost is looking for."  I quickly walk to the church's door.  Shit! This dream is messing up with me! I quickly start my bike and speed away. I need to clear my head.

We are at the motel room we are staying in. It's more like an apartment or something. I'm changing into my regular clothes when I realize I left my weapons on the coffee table in the main room.

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I reach for my angel blade when Dean strolls into the room from the other bedroom. "I see you came prepared."  He smiles at me. "I always do."  I say, securing my angel blade on its holster inside my jacket. I prop my leg on the edge of the table and reach for my ankle gun but Dean grabs it first. He turns it around in his hands, weighing it and examining it. "I guess, another perk of working for The Order?" "It's a cz p-10 s, the other one is its bigger version cz p-10 c. They are still prototypes. But they are in the real life testing phase now. They should be released in two or three years but those are my favorites right now." "Can you be more…" He clears his throat. "What else is there?" I raise my eyebrow, not understanding his question. "I mean… The Jeep, the bike, the weapons, the fighting skills, the computers… Is there anything that you can not do? Do you even have any flaws?" "Hm… let me think about it… I can not cook, I can't even boil water to save my life… But apart from that… No." I smile at him. Of course I have flaws… I'm addicted to coffee for God sake! My singing will make your ears bleed… I'm stubborn… I'm terrified of heights… I'm an overthinker… I have struggled with anxiety my entire life. That's what makes me want to execute everything with meticulous perfection… That's why I'm always prepared. And that's what makes me doubt myself every moment of every day… But he doesn't need to know that… I learned to hide my insecurities with fake confidence and sarcasm. He hands me the gun and I slide it in its place on my ankle. Then I secure the other one on my waist. "Are you boys ready to go?" I leave the motel with the strange feeling I'm forgetting something… something important. I glance at the table to check but there is nothing there. I decide to ignore the feeling and follow the boys outside.

Sister Mathias leads us to a storage room in the basement. "I never mentioned her to you because it didn't occur to me she was connected with the murders. Ever since I've been here I've come across restless spirits of all sorts. They're all kind of… sad, harmless. And eventually, the poor things go to their final rest." "You said she showed up about three weeks ago when stuff from her home arrived?" Dean asks the nun. "Yes, part of a shipment from a monastery in Tivoli. That's when I read her journal. It was given to her father right after her death. Piero's death was so horrific, she was convicted of witchcraft. They sentenced her to burn at the stake."

My hand is gripping Dean's neck, keeping him pinned against the wall.  I have no control over my body.  Where the fuck are my rings? With horror, I realize I have forgotten them in the motel room. Fuck! So that's what I was forgetting! Stupid, stupid woman! How many times you should learn not to ignore your gut? My other hand slowly pulls out my angel blade and no matter how hard I'm trying I can't stop myself.  Dean tries to stop me from stabbing him. He is struggling, not only, to keep the blade from plunging into his stomach, but to keep breathing. His hand reaches for my face and I can see a glimpse of metal on his pinky. A ring? An iron ring? My iron ring… What? Why does he… Sharp pain goes through my head when he touches me… Suddenly, the spirit leaves my body. I drop the angel blade and fell on my knees.  The ghost vanishes in flames.

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Dean drops right beside me, staring at me and trying to normalize his breathing. "Not today, Winchester!" I say to him, struggling to normalize my own breath. "Not today!"

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[mcgnagallsarmy]

Top 10 Nick x Charlie fics I’ve read (Nov 2024)

Dive by Idril [M]

Something’s happening between him and Nick. It’s different, and it’s good. So good. Inspired by "Dive" by Olivia Dean.

Have You Heard About My Husband? by IvoryAlayne [T]

Charlie was just finishing his nightly cup of tea and was getting ready for bed when his phone rang, a picture of his brown-eyed, sandy haired husband popping up on the screen. Charlie smiled to himself as he answered the call. “Hey babe, how's your night out going?” “Oi Chaaaarlie!” A familiar, but distinctly NOT his husband's, voice sang. “Otis, hi, is everything ok?” “Yeah mate, I think your hubby will need a ride home. Any way you could get down to the bar to pick him up? We’re all too pissed to drive him ourselves. And I think he’ll be happy to see you. He hasn’t stopped talking about you all night.” -OR- Charlie thinks about his husband. Nick talks about his.

If it looks like porn and sounds like porn, does that make it… ? by kay_lalala [E]

Assembling furniture made him sweat on the coldest of days and now, in this hot weather, it would positively kill him. He wore his work dungarees and he knew, wearing no T-shirt under it would make him look like the cliché of a craftsman-porn-star on his way to his next fuck, but sue him, it was really damn hot. He reached his hand out and blindly patted the seat next to him for the sheet with the information about his next customer on it so he could check on the details. “Charles Spring? Well, that sounds like a man old enough to not care what I wear as long as I get the job done.” OR: Nick assembles furniture while wearing dungarees. One Charles Spring needs his new bed assembled. Yes, that’s the plot. But in Nick&Charlie style, hehe. Now no longer a one-shot but a story with 6 chapters because those dorks won't leave me alone.

Not Yet by Anonymous [M]

Canon divergence: Nick and Charlie sit together in form, but through some complicated mechanics that I haven't bothered to work out, they never kissed or started dating. When the Paris trip happens a year later than canon and they end up stuck in a bed together, all the pieces finally fall into place.

The Rugby Rainbow Alliance by PhoenixSpring [T]

Nick and Charlie are best friends. Everyone knows that Nick and Charlie are inseparable. Everyone knows they're meant to be together. Everyone except the aforementioned boys. Enter The Paris Squad and a handful of Rugby Lads to intervene. Set in Nick's Y12 and Charlie's Y11 in a universe where Charlie never went to Harry Greene's 16th party and they never kissed.

Scared of what you meant to me by L56895 [G]

Probably, Charlie would know the names of all the sounds that occurred when he guided the sticks in Nick’s fingers down rhythmically- but to Nick’s ear they sounded like tarrumph tsk tsk. Tarrumph tsk tsk. Over and over until he felt it in his heartbeat.

when I was young and so secure by kaalee [G]

When Nick Nelson comes to Charlie’s house for the first time, Julio Spring is pretty sure he remembers him from somewhere. But where? (also, I suck at summaries. This is a window into adorable wee, 5 year old Nick Nelson, acting like a dinosaur and meeting Charlie Spring for the first time. If that’s your thing, definitely read.)

You've Taught Me Well by buggybugs [T]

Sarah Nelson has watched her son and Charlie grow together through all the stages of their relationship—navigating love, family, and growing up. Along the way, she’s taken on the role of a second mother to Charlie, offering guidance in the moments they needed it most. But when it comes to love, Sarah realises the boys have taught her just as much. Or: Five times Sarah shared her wisdom with Nick and Charlie, and the one time they showed her what love really means.

You Know, I Could Reimburse You… Or: The Bar Fic by NellieSayzBork [G]

It's a busy Friday night at the campus bar, and Charlie can't stop mooning over a hot rugby lad. Nick Nelson is trying so hard to approach his crush, but he just can't work up the nerve. Sometimes, you just have to return the drink. Title from Bakar's "Right Here, For Now"

your needs (my needs) by GoldenAvenger02 [T]

“Fine,” Tori agreed, knowing that calling back-up would be the closest thing that she would get to an agreement before opening her contacts, clicking on the name that belonged to the closest person with a car. It just so happened to be the same person who would do anything and everything for Charlie.

[lokiforever]

🖤Love in the Dark🖤

Mafia!Loki x Fem! Reader

•Series Masterlist

~°~ start of POV

~°~~ end of POV

Warnings : VERY SHORT CHAPTER! Mentions of blood,

Chapter 2

➡️Barnes

"What about 'her', Barnes?"

Before he could say anything else, Loki heard a screech of tyres and the line went off. 'Suspicious' he thought to himself before returning back inside .

To his surprise, you didn't ask questions like 'what's wrong' and 'what happened' . Good.He didn't want someone to pretend like they care. But then why does it feel weird ...as you didn't ask him anything? 'Clear your head, Loki. This is all utter rubbish .' He thought to himself. You'll leave one day or the other. Everyone does. She did.

"Meet me in the living room"

Once you went to the living room, Loki revealed a bag which had a beautiful, short emerald green dress in it. "This is for you" he said, not wanting to show any sort of emotion and kept his face blank but he couldn't resist the small smile which formed on his face at your respose which was - "Loki...you didn't have to...... Thank you so much. It's very beautiful"

"Get ready. We're going for shopping" he said. "But, we don't have to... Loki, you've already done so much for me." "Hey- listen, it's totally fine. Just go and get ready." he said with a ......smile?

'Hold your stupid emotions, Laufeyson. She's just.....a girl whom you have not known for long .Stop these freaking things and especially smiling at her. That is what took you down earlier!' He mentally scolded himself.

He tried not to focus on you, your smile and your beautiful form. But when you came out wearing that sundress with your hair loose in waves.... it was really, really hard for him to not just keep looking at you and to k-

'Shut the fuck up! What are you thinking! Dammit'

He cleared his throat, " You look amazing" he said "Thank you" you said with a smile. "I'll just go and change" he said. Yes, he could've changed while you were but he was a little too preoccupied with his thoughts.

After a while he came out wearing a pair of his usual black slacks and a burgundy shirt with it's sleeves rolled up.

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Y/N's POV

You had been thinking about Loki more than necessary...but who can blame you? He is so .... handsome.

No,no, no,no. This is wrong. So very wrong. He helped you. And what you are doing?

......

He walked towards the table in the living room and picked up the car keys "Let's go" he said simply. He was looking mind-blowing!

Why, like why does his slacks have to be so ....tight?!!! Always!

"Y/N!?" he said, seeing you a little zoned out . "Y-yeah, let's go"

~°~~

You and Loki were sitting in the his car, while two more covered his from the back and front respectively. " Y/N?" He asked as you turned your focus to him from looking out of the window and hummed "Is there something about you that I should know?" he asked "What exactly are you talking about, Loki?" "You know what, it's ok.. nevermind"

Weird....

*in the store*

You were looking around when someone bumped into you "Oh, I'm so sorry" the person said ...."Lily!?" "Oh heavens, Y/N! Where in the world were you? I was so worried" "Well.... that's a very long story. Some freaking bastards kidnapped me...." "Holy Shit-"

"Uhh..Y/N, we're taking this dre-" Loki looked at Lily and then at you, visibly confused. "Uhh.. Lily, this is Loki, he uhh..." "Is he your boyfriend or something?!" she said as Loki tried hard to hide a smirk "No! I'll tell you later, we have a lot to catch up on." you said, blushing.

"Will someone please explain to me- what is going on!?" Loki said. "Oh, yeah, right. Umm, this is Lily, my best friend and Lily..well..I already told you who he is" "Well, hello there. Pleased to meet you, Lily" he said "Hey. Same here" she got a text

"I'm sorry, I'll have to go, work reasons.... I'm so sorry..Uh, we'll catch up soon, Y/N. How about we meet here tomorrow? Call me when you get time, ok?" "Hey- it's okay, no worries. I'll call you. And as for meeting here ...." you looked at Loki and then said "Well, I'll tell you on call"

After giving you a hug, she went off.

"Now, maybe you'd like to give a detailed explanation of that interaction" said Loki "There's no detail actually, we bumped into each other and then you saw the rest." "Anyways, we're taking these" he said gesturing to a few dresses " Go, try them on" "Loki, they are so many ...we don't need to buy all of them and this one is a party-wear I don't have any parties to attend" you said with a chuckle at the end. "Yes, we do cuz I like them and I obviously can't wear them myself, neither do I want to. So, you'll do that for me. And that's final" he said with a mildly firm ending. "Oookay" you said with a chuckle.

After trying the dresses on, both of you went to a makeup store after your much efforts on declining, he was so good to you, he already did so much. He gave you shelter, and above all, he saved your life. And now this. Though he didn't show it of off that much but deep down he had a great heart.

*After shopping*

You both sat in the car but he wasn't driving in the direction of his mansion. "Loki, where are we going?" "To a restaurant and you can't tell me that you're not hungry after all that shopping" he said "Well, yes, I am" you said with a light chuckle. It stirred something inside you, you were most definitely developing feelings for the insanely handsome man - No, shit- this is not right.

Fuck

He stopped at a very fancy restaurant, and booked a private booth for you two.

After that you both had your food and headed back.

No sooner you and Loki had entered the mansion than a loud horn was heard outside. Loki immediately rushed outside cuz that was not normal, his house was not in the public area. You followed him out.

A man with a metallic arm, who was clearly shot in the one of flesh and blood appeared from the car. "Barnes? Shit-" Loki said, looking at him "Y/N? Can you treat that wound?" "I-I'll try my best, I have to examine it first to be certain." he walked towards Barnes to support him and brought him inside. He took him to a room which seemed to have all sorts of basic medical stuff for such wounds...must be because he has a personal doctor too.

"Uhh...it most definitely needs stitches" you said, examining the wound "It's much worse than yours , it's a literal shot. Luckily, the bullet passed through and no major damage is done" you continues "C-can you do that?" "Yes, yes I can" you said wasting no more time and starting the procedure as Loki waited outside.

Once it was done and the man whom now you know as Barnes asked to meet Loki immediately after he thanked you.

"Is he ok now?" Loki asked as you walked outside the room "Yeah, he is completely out of any sort of danger, mild or any and wants to meet you" you told him "Thank you so much, Y/N" "Oh, come on Loki, it's nothing compared to what all you have done for me" you said with a smile he reciprocated the smile and went inside.

"Barnes?" "Mr. Laufeyson, I - that girl-" he started as he tried to get up but was not able to and winced "Hey- you need rest now."

"No, you need to listen to me . It's important. She....."

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Taglist :

@holdmytesseract @jennyggggrrr @lotsoflokilove23 @jaidenhawke @wolvesmom1 @gruftiela @mary-jinx @mischief-dream@ladychota @dishahaldar @eleniblue @foxherder @allesiaandnx

[lostfirefly]

Life Must Have It's Mysteries (Ch.2)

Nobody asked me, but the thought of sending my beloved couple on a new journey didn't let me go. Welcome to a new adventure! No idea how many chapters there will be :) Pain continues leading me to art :)

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.

Description: Our heroes are on a quest to find the blue diamond! Hooray!

Warnings: Fun (Sanji's small appeareance is just for fun), fluff, NSFW part is included (sorry not sorry), MDNI

Words: 4000 (sorry-y-y-y again)

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314 (thanks for the red-blue striped pants idea!), @operationroots, @hey-august, @rorywritesjunk

The title is taken from "Life Must Have It's Mysteries" by Hans Zimmer (OST Inferno).

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Chapter 1

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Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Geez, if I'd known you'd react like that, we'd have gone somewhere a long time ago." Buggy couldn't contain his laughter as he looked at Catherine, who was squeaking all over the living room, clenching her fists happily. 

"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!!" She collapsed onto the couch, throwing her legs over it and wrapped her arms around Buggy's neck. Smack. Smack. Smack. "I’m so happy! Love!” Smack. "Love!" Smack. "Love love love you!" Smack. Smack. Smack. "Where do we start?"

"We'll start when you calm down, Cathie-pie. Repeat after me, please" He took three deep breaths.

"Okay! Okay! I'm calm!" She made a concentrated face and took one breath. Then a second. Then blurred into a smile and started squealing again.

"Oh my goodness!" Buggy grabbed his head and fell on the back of the couch. 

"Sorry!! I promise! I’m calm! So.. you told you know the guy.. Who.. Who…" She froze and began to smile again.

Buggy looked at her intently and sighed heavily. "Okay, squeal!"

Catherine attacked him with hugs and squeals again. 

"Are you finished?" 

"Yes!" Smack. 

"You sure?"

"Yes!" Smack. Smack. 

"Ok! Our first step. I'm gonna go to a restaurant in the morning. I’ll talk to a man about this thing from your sheets. In theory, he can give us directions or if there's a map or something. We need to figure out where to start."

"Can I come with you? Ple-e-ease!" Smack. 

"Are you squealing done for the day?"

"Yes!" Smack. Smack. 

"You sure?"

"Yes!" Smack. Smack. Smack. 

"If you behave well, woman, I’ll take you with me." 

"You're the best!!" Smack. Smack. Smack. 

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In the morning, Catherine made the biggest and most delicious breakfast. Poured him the biggest cup of coffee. Gave him the longest morning kiss. She miscalculated a little with that last point, as Buggy immediately wanted to forget about breakfast after that, but she fought back. Catherine sat back in her chair, watched him eat and tried to appear calm. He sighed and told her to get ready. 

They reached a small restaurant, the sign resembled a wave, the fronts were blue-green in color. 

"Water 7. Another weird name of another weird place." Catherine whispered under her breath and squeezed Buggy's hand. "Is there someone scary inside?" 

"Nah, there's a trio running this restaurant. They and one of their little buddies really piss me off sometimes. But I gotta hand it to them, this place has good scotch." 

They went into a fairly bright room. Everything inside looked like water. Drawings and paintings on the walls, chairs in the shape of waves. 

"Oh my god! Why is he in just his underwear?!" Catherine didn't expect to say it so loudly. She threw a glance at Buggy, who rolled his eyes. 

A large man in an unbuttoned shirt that resembled a Hawaiian shirt, wearing underpants and barefoot walked up to them. Instead of the usual human nose, he had a metal nose. 

"Buggy the Sneak!" Said the man in shorts. 

"Franky!" 

"What happened in your life that you came to get scotch at 8:00 in the morning?"

"Scotch later. I'm here to see you on business. Catherine, give me the papers." Catherine kept her gaze on the man in his underpants. She considered the color of his hair, his nose. 

Franky in turn considered her. "Who's that?" He pointed a finger at Catherine. 

"She's with me" Buggy took Catherine lightly behind him. 

"With you? You mean.. Dear Lord! I can't believe someone messed with you, also sleeping willingly, Honey, if you're being held hostage, tell me." 

"Hey!" Catherine shouted.

"Let's get back to our business. Have you heard anything about this?” Buggy pointed to the sheets.

"The blue diamond? Yeah, but I think it's just rumors or maybe not. No one knows exactly. What? Why are you asking?"

"Just curious." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Stop lying to me. You're one of the biggest losers in treasure hunting. And I don't believe that you are asking me about that diamond because you're "just curious."

"Hey, you! The man in the underwear! It's not your business at all. If you need money for the information, I’ll pay you." Catherine took three steps forward.

"Catherine, calm down!" Buggy put his hand on her shoulder and tried to pull her in behind him.

"No, we're here to get information. Instead, a grown man who can't spare the money to buy his own pants sits there and insults you." Catherine glanced at Franky. "How much do you want for coordinates, information, or whatever it is you have?"

"Let's go to my cabinet." Franky patted Buggy on the shoulder and gestured him into his office.

A chill ran down Catherine's back. She felt a little uneasy that because of her inability to keep quiet, Buggy might get hurt. She put her hand on his back and looked at him anxiously.

"It's all right. I'll be right back."

Franky and Buggy walked out. Catherine sat back in her chair and put her elbows on the table. "You should be silent sometimes, Catherine.." She muttered to herself.

"Oooooh! God, what a beautiful girl I have behind my counter!!!" Suddenly there was a loud squeak or squeal.

Catherine turned around and noticed a tall blond man in a suit running towards her. "Geez, who are you?"

"Pretty-swaaaan!!!! Where did you come from?"

The stranger grabbed Catherine's arm.

"Go to hell, who are you?!" She yanked her arm back.

"Sanji-san!!! And who are you, oh beautiful girl?"

"C-Catherine!"

"God, what a beautiful name, Cathie-swaaaaaan!!!"

"Don't call me Cathie! There's only one person in the world who can call me that!"

"I’m sorry, Cathie-swaaaan!!" 

"Fuck!!!" She rolled her eyes.

The strange blond man continued to circle around Catherine and tried to take her hand until he was stopped by a loud "Hey, step away from her!" She turned around and saw Franky and Buggy.

Catherine jumped up from her seat and quickly walked over to Buggy. "Save me, this blond guy is crazy!" 

"So, sorry, clown. That's all I know about the blue diamond." Franky uttered with a slight smile.

Catherine lookd upset.

"The blue diamond? I know something about it!" The blond man stopped spinning and sat down on the chair.

"Yeah! So, honey.. Tell me!" Catherine said and put her chin on her hand. 

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"Forgive me, I have a habit of writing everything down. So, first.. we’re going to this city. And there we will find her?" She pointed to the notes in her notebook. "Do you feel similar vibes, my Buggy Bear?" She asked loudly from the bedroom, started rummaging through the closet. "I've almost got all the things I need!"

"Finally! The car is ready. You're late again, my cotton candy." 

"I’m not late! I needed to pack some women's things. Stop grumbling! I’m comi…" Catherine suddenly stopped talking and scanned him with her eyes. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He imitated her gaze.

"I just…" She tried to find the words. “Sneakers, Jeans. T-shirt. The black denim jacket, and your hair is in a ponytail. You look too sexy, Buggy the Clown." She took several steps towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Are you going to hook another girl?" 

"God, no, of course not. I got enough of this little shit in my life." He pointed at her nose with one hand.

"My blue-haired asshole…"

"I’m listening."

"Stop grabbing my ass!"

They drove for a couple hours in the car. Catherine practically kept her eyes on Buggy, constantly repeating that he looked sexy and hot as hell in his outfit, with his tail and driving. He was embarrassed and turning as red as his nose.

They reached a town called Little Garden, got a motel room and at Catherine's insistence went looking for the bakery Franky had mentioned.

"Onward to Arabasta." Catherine read the name of the bakery. "Do you guys get normal names around here?"

As soon as they entered the room, they immediately saw the young woman of medium height with long wavy light blue hair.

"Wow, her hair color is similar to yours. Are you two related by any chance?" Catherine whispered into Buggy's ear.

"Do you seriously think all people with blue hair are my relatives?"

Catherine shrugged.

"How can I help you?" Asked the girl behind the cash register.

"Two coffees, five raspberry jam donuts, three blueberry muffins and we're also looking for Vivi." Catherine shifted her gaze from the display case to the girl.

"Then you're in luck. It's me." Replied a rather pleasant voice and began putting the order into a bag.

"Oh, great. We're looking for information on the blue diamond. All we have so far is information about a scepter divided into three parts, hidden somewhere in the pyramids. Can you give us any clues?"

"First of all, good morning!"

"God, here we go again!!!" Catherine rolled her eyes and dropped her forehead onto the counter near the cash register.

"Cathie-pie, you're starting conversations the wrong way again." Buggy stroked Catherine's back, took her hand and led her to a table. He went back behind the cash register counter and had a very long conversation with Vivi about something. Catherine watched them with her arms crossed and an unfamiliar feeling visited her.  She thought for a second that she was jealous.

Buggy and Vivi walked over to her and sat down at the table. Catherine instinctively pulled her chair toward him.

"Anyway, he and I have had a talk. I have a condition. I'm telling you what I know..."

"Great!!!" Catherine clenched her fists joyfully.

"But!" Vivi interrupted her. "You're going to play a game of liar’s dice with me. And every time I lose, I'll tell you part of what I know."

"Fuck!!!" Catherine grabbed her head and practically flopped off her chair under the table. "Ok! I’m in!"

Vivi silently got up from the table and walked out into the back room.

"Are you sure?" Buggy whispered.

"Do we have a choice? God, why doesn't anyone ever just want to tell everything they know. First, that damsel tricked me into some caves and I almost died there. Now that girl wants to play around so she can tell me something. Maybe she's just bored and doesn't have anyone to play with? Dear God, make friends and play with them!"

"Well thanks to that girl from our previous adventure you have me now." He laughed, put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the temple.

"Yep. And now you piss me off every day, fucking clown. I hate you!" She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. 

"Cathie-pie, that's the eighth time today. You're going for the world record!" 

Vivi returned with aspiring cups and five dice. She sat down at the table and silently slid everything toward Buggy and Catherine. They looked at each other, took one of their dice and rolled it. 

"Five." Vivi said.

"Three." Buggy said.

"Four.. Fuck!" Catherine's head fell back on the table. Buggy lifted her back up.

"I'll start." Vivi spoke.

They put dice in their cup and shook them up. They flipped the cup face-down on the table to keep the dice hidden and secretly roll their dice at the same time.

"Three 3s." Vivi replied. 

Catherine peek at her own dice. "Four 3s."

"Two 4s." Buggy said calmly.

They raised their cups.

"Three 3s.." Catherine whispered. "Fuck! Next round!".

Of the six rounds, Catherine and Buggy won only 2 of them 

They shook dice under the cups again. 

"Four 6s!" Catherine said loudly.

"Five 2s." Buggy said calmly again.

"Three 2s." Vivi replied.

They raised their cups.

"Four 6s!!! Yes!!! Tell! Tell us something more!!"

Vivi smiled. "Ok. The scepter will lead you to the diamond, but they are hidden in different pyramids."

"We know that!" Catherine furrowed her brow.

"Do you want information or do you want to argue?" Vivi questioned, shaking the dice in the cup. 

"You will need a cryptex to open the place where the diamond is stored." 

"Where to find it?"

"Next round!" Vivi rolled the dice in the cup and set it on the table.

"For fuck's sake!" Catherine dropped her head back on the table. Buggy picked her up again. "Okay. Eight fives! Buggy, you got what?"

"Five threes." Buggy said calmly. He could already hear the irritation in Catherine's voice. 

"Six twos." Vivi swirled the cup around the table. 

"Liar!" Catherine shouted and lifted everyone's glasses. "Oh my god! We won!!! Now tell me more!" 

Catherine listened intently to Vivi's story and took notes on everything. 

"Well, not as much information as I would have liked, but thanks anyway! And by the way... Where's our coffee?" 

Catherine jumped out of the bakery, squealing. "Yaaaay! Well! We have some new data, copies from the books. We'll have to see if there's anything in them about the cryptex. We also have donuts and muffins!" She ran in a circle around Buggy and couldn't hide her happiness. 

"I'm tired and excited! Tired and excited!" She threw herself around his neck. "Let's go out to eat! And have a drink! And get wine for our room at the motel!"

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They got back to the room quite late.

"God, I'm tired and I wanna sleep!" Buggy practically collapsed on the bed.

"Thanks…" Catherine said quietly.

"What?"

"Thank you for supporting me in this endeavor."

"Come on, cotton candy! Two fools in pursuit of something that may not even exist!" He laughed and sat down on the bed.

"But fools are lucky…" She whispered under her breath. "Okay, I'm going to take a quick shower and get back to you. Drink your beer or whiskey or whatever you want." She tiptoed over to him and kissed his cheek. "I love you!"

Catherine came out of the shower wearing only Buggy's t-shirt and her underwear. 

"My pajamas need more time to dry completely." She walked over to the table near the TV and poured herself a glass of wine. She looked at Buggy, who was lying calmly on the bed in red and white striped underpants, leaning his back on the headboard and clicking the remote control through the channels. 

"What are you doing?" She asked quietly. Catherine took a sip of wine and took two small steps towards the bed. 

"Nothing, just looking for something interesting, but so far I've only found shitty shows. How’s the shower?" 

"Okay. I missed you there." She tilted her head and watched carefully as the dim light from the lamp on the night table fell on his face. 

Buggy extended his hand and called her to him with his fingers. She took another sip of wine and put the glass on the table. 

Catherine took three steps forward, climbed onto the bed, sat on his lap so that his legs were between hers and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hi!"

"Hi, my pretty girl."

Catherine didn’t take her eyes off Buggy for a long time, running her hands over his hair, shoulders and arms.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Should I be afraid?" Buggy narrowed his eyes and asked in surprise. 

"Sh-h, clown!" Catherine looked into his eyes for a moment, took the red-and-white rubber band out of his hair, then tilted her head and kissed him on the lips. Buggy instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist. Her kiss became deeper and more passionate, her breathing quickened.

Catheinre ran one hand over Buggy's chest and lowered it down to his boxers. She felt something hard between her legs. "Well, good evening, Captain Buggy!" Catherine smiled slightly, took off her t-shirt and ran her lips along his neck.

"Fuck, cotton candy!" Buggy placed one hand on her thigh, then moved it on her stomach and gently lowered his hand into her panties. Catherine felt his fingers digging into the soft skin near her crotch. 

"Do it." She whispered in his ear.

"My little Cathie-pie always swears at me when I do that, and now you’re asking me to do that?" Buggy replied sarcastically and kissed her neck.

"Shit, clown. Are you gonna chat or are you gonna do your job?" Catherine replied and moaned slightly when she felt his fingers found his way to her clit, rubbing it vigorously. 

"Fuck…" Catherine arched her back and head backwards, her breasts in his face. Buggy flicked a nipple with his tongue and she sighed in pleasure. Catherine felt him slowly move inside her, her walls sending waves of pleasure against him. She whimpered in response, her body once again arching, not knowing what to do with the arousal. He was holding her back with his free arm, amused at how quick she was to react. 

"You ok, my little pie?"

"Stop asking stupid questions, fucking clown. Just d-d-don't.. fuck.. stop, ok?" 

"That’s my girl." Buggy smiled widely. He adored the expressions she made. And he made sure to push his digits in and out in a rhythm that resembled that of her moanings. Catherine's moans intensified when he gradually moved his fingers to get faster, more forceful. Catherine lost her breath when she felt his fingers on her special spot. "Oh god. Fuck! That's it.."

"You like that?"

"You will be the death of me, Buggy-sama!" She whispered in his lips.

"Ugh! Don't call me that, baby." 

"Fuck you. I will.. fuck..ca-all you.. yeah.. as I wa-ant..fuck." Catherine kissed Buggy eagerly and couldn't stop moaning through the kiss. She clutched her fingers into his back, realizing that she was almost reaching orgasm. "Fuck, shit!" Catherine buried her head in the crock of his neck and kept silent for a moment. Buggy felt her heavy breath on his skin.

Buggy pulled out his hand and wiped it on the towel. "Is my pie happy now?" He stroked her hair.

"Your pie is really happy. But wait, my Captain. I have news for you. We're not done yet." Catherine kissed him on his lips, stood up and took off her and his underwear. 

Catherine knelt on the bed and gently ran her hand over his cock. "Tell me… Buggy the Genius Jester, do you have any orders? Wishes?" She whispered, continuing running her fingers along the entire length. 

"You're playing with fire, cotton candy.” Buggy tried to take her hand. 

"Na-ah!" Catherine threw his hand back on the bed. "You can watch but touch.. No!" She barely pressed her lips to the head of his cock.

"Cathie-pie…?" Buggy looked at her with a surprised look.

"I’m listening, my silly clown. Don't you like it? Don't you want it?"

"I…I just didn't…expect…" He mumbled. 

"Okay, if you don't like it.." Catherine shrugged her shoulders and reached out for her t-shirt.

"No, no, no!! Wait! Wait! I liked it! I loved it!!"

Catherine leaned over him. "Are you gonna be a good boy?"

Buggy silently nodded. 

"You will be silent, won't you?"

Buggy nodded. 

"Wanna see what else I can do?" She whispered.

He nodded again. 

Catherine kissed him on his lips, winked at him and slowly moved down, flicking her tongue over his nipples, down his belly. She wrapped his length with her fingers and touched it with her lips. Catherine could practically feel Buggy arch up as she slowly closed her mouth over the head of his cock, curious, wondering if he'd beg..

Buggy tried. He really tried. He tried so hard to remain silent for the next few minutes, but he didn't do it well. Catherine felt his hands gripping the sheets. She could hear his weak voice, accompanied by "oh, holy shit", "fuck, baby, yes", "more, please, be-e-gging you", "that's it", "i love you, my co-t- fuck c-c-a-n.. fuck". 

After she finished, Catherine raised her head and looked at Buggy. 

"Are you still alive, my silly clown?" She stood up and sat on top of him. Buggy's gaze was clouded. 

"Wow, I’m impressed by your reaction." She laughed and kissed his neck.

"What was that? What just happened?" Buggy asked in a slightly high voice and shook his head to regain his senses. 

Catherine grinned and whispered in his ear, her voice a low purr.

"My little revenge on you, blue-haired brat." 

"Fuck! You're a bad bad girl, Catherine Mitchell!!"

Catherine couldn't help but laugh. "It's all your fault, Buggy-sama." She put her hands on his shoulders and started tracing her finger over his bicep.

"I told you not to call me that. It's ve-e-ry dangerous!" Buggy croaked in a whisper and put his hands on her shoulder blades.

"I don't give a shit, you know that perfectly." Catherine tilted her head and ran her lips over his lips. “I have one piece of news for you. Right now I want you inside me.”

"Damn! I can't hold you back from this but don't you dare make any claims against me again." Buggy put his hands on her waist.

"Fuck you. You bet I will." 

"Stop talking and c’mere, my little shit!" 

Catherine kissed Buggy again, rose a little and slowly sat on his cock, letting out a moan. 

"Fuck, you're so good!" He whispered and smashed his lips into her.

"Yes, I’m.." Catherine smiled during the kiss and started slowly moving her hips from back and forth. Every movement made Buggy's pulse pick up, pleasure shooting through his body. Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Buggy started growling and kissing any part of her he could reach. She felt him squeeze her ass and grind herself against his hips.

With every kiss from him, Catherine quickened her pace. "I want to feel you deeper." She whispered, digging her nails into his back. 

Catherine let her knees slide apart a little further, taking him just a little further and felt how Buggy's cock filled her completely. Inside, it felt enormous, thick and tight. Catherine started rocking her hips again, slow at first, then alternating with up and down strokes. Buggy kissed her hungrily, sliding his tongue against hers, moaning into her mouth when her movements picked up speed. 

"You feel so right, my Cathie-pie. I just can't get enough of you." Buggy said between kisses. 

"It’s my superpower." Catherine said quietly, pulling at his lower lip with her teeth. 

Catherine was grinding her body against his, her hips snapping back and forth. She took his hand and squeezed it. "I’m so– close, fuck. I want us to come together."

Catherine picked up her pace even more, breaking the kiss just to moan Buggy's name loudly, squeezing his hand more and more tightly. The ecstasy was peaking unbearably, building every time he or she moved.

"Fuck, baby, I’m close. I’m gonna c…"

Buggy kissed Catherine's shoulder, her hips moving in short frantic thrusts against his cock. Right before he lost his mind completely Buggy looked at Catherine to see her beautiful face intent on him, and that was the last thing he could think of as he came.

Catherine pressed her whole body against him, feeling every rapid beat of his heart. She didn't let go of his hand and ran her free hand through his wet hair.

"You ok? You're breathing so hard." Catherine asked quietly and pressed her forehead to his.

"I’m totally fine. You?"

"S'okay." She kissed him on his lips. "You’re my other half and I love you so, so much my Buggy Bear. Remember that, okay?"

Buggy gazed intently into her eyes. "You’re not just my other half, cotton candy. You're my better half."

"Wow!! My beloved blue-haired asshole said that to me! I need to be on top of you more often so that I can hear such phrases more often." Catherine laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 

"Little shit!" Buggy stroked her forearms, then wrapped his arms around her waist and put his head under her chin. "I love you. And I promise, I’ll never hurt you."

"I know."

[scrapheapchallenge]

"Just Neil Gaiman being wholesome again" but also Rob Wilkins being extra wholesome too! On Tuesday evening I went to this talk https://living-knowledge-network.co.uk/library/the-worlds-of-terry-pratchett By Rob Wilkins and Neil Gaiman.

Neil was co-author of "Good Omens" with Sir Terry Pratchett, and they collaborrated on many other books together here and there, just not sharing co-author status too - read this article for more info: http://www.elizabethcallaway.net/good-omens-stylometry?fbclid=IwAR2hVnd8aTYFBZqphk8SzYt8j1NucBl5mUxbDscF3kljQ9Bpuq2leUW2S6I Confirmed by Neil yet again on Tuesday.

Rob Wilkins was Terry's PA, and now manages his estate, as his representative. He also wrote "A life in footnotes" - the official biography of Terry.

On Tuesday evening, I arrived at the British Library very early, and was guided up to the Piggot Theatre lobby to wait by a security person, so I was there before anyone else, including Rob. All the staff were absolutely lovely. When they noticed there weren't any gaps for wheelchair spaces in the audotorium, facilities engineers were summoned and made short work of unbolting a set of 3 seats to make a wheelchair space for myself and another wheelchair user who turned up later.

Then Rob turned up, carrying a mannequin, Terry's leather jacket, scarf, hat, and other stuff.

Now the email we recieved before the event said that Neil wouldn't have time to do any signings that evening, although they didn't mention Rob, so I asked him if he might be able to sign my copy of "a life in footnotes".

He happily said yes, and once he'd sorted his things out, he came back out to chat to me for a while and OMG he was the loveliest person EVER!

I gave him a print I'd signed of my ink portrait of the Bentley, and some stickers of my other Bentley illustrations, and he said "WAIT! I have presents for you too! I'll be right back!" Then rushed off to the green room. (Below are the ink portrait, then I gave him small stickers of the "this is fine" flaming Bentley - which I was also wearing on my t-shirt that day - and my most recent digital portrait of Crowley and the Bentley - and yes it is all hand drawn, not a photo manipulation, feel free to zoom in. A couple of years separate these 3 drawings and I'd been working hard on learning photorealism.)

He came back and gave me Terry and Neil badges, which he explained you only get if you meet them in person. I had met Terry (and incidentally Rob as well) years ago at a book signing, plus I met Neil, albeit briefly, on Tuesday as he came through the lobby and said hello.

He was happy to chat and especially about cars, which he also loves. He confirmed that I was 100% correct about the "2 whole cars and a cab for CGI" between seasons 1 and 2, and that the interior colour change is nothing to do with plot it legitimately is just continuity errors if they forgot to cover the new Bentley's new seats with covers matching the old Bentley's orange ones. (The cab only also has orange leather seats).

When I told him about this year's RREC (Rolls Royce Enthusiast's Club - also for Bentleys) Christmas card design, he was delighted, and asked to take a photo of the image I had of one on my phone because he wants to order some as well.

I showed him my re-usable coffee cup from "give me coffee or give me death" which we were given on the set tour, and which I had Sir Derek Jacobi sign at a comic con the other week. Rob thought that was wonderful, and then did something extra sweet...

He asked me "if you're ok trusting me with this for a little while, would you like me to sneak it back to the green room to ask Neil to sign it for you as well? Then I'll come and find you afterwards to give it back again."

HELL YES! I couldn't believe it! I hadn't wanted to ask because we'd been told that Neil wouldn't be signing things due to lack of time, so for Rob to spontaneously make the offer was not something I was expecting. He did also take my Occult Edition of Good Omens to ask if Neil would sign that as well.

I didn't fully expect that he would, and was prepared for him to come back later and say "sorry he was too busy", and that would have been fine, but no: Neil DID sign them both!

Neil writing "burn this (big fancy) book!" was a spin on how Terry used to sign copies of Good Omens: "burn this book" - which is actually embossed on the rear cover of this edition.

Later, Rob also signed it for me, as did Colin Smythe, who was Terry's publisher and lifelong friend.

We were sitting at the front, only about 7 or 8 feet from Neil, the talk was wonderful, we laughed, we cried a little, and Terry was with us in the form of the mannequin with his jacket, scarf, and hat (which are also on set of Good Omens at all times while filming, and also even during rehersals/table reads - so he's always present.)

Rob is honestly so bloody wholesome, he was hugging a lot of people, and ever so sweet, taking time to chat to other people as the venue filled up, and stayed behind to sign things and talk to other folks as well.

I also got to chat to Dr Pat Harkin and Dr Jan Clarke, who were the researchers who spent months of hard work tracking down Terry's lost short stories in the national archives in Boston Spa, which were released in a compliation book "A stroke of the pen." If I'd known that they'd be there as well, I'd have taken that book and asked them to sign it too. They were in the audience and sitting next to us with Colin Smythe. I was truly surrounded by Pratchett royalty, and everyone, without exception, was SO friendly and lovely.

I had done two prints of the Bentley drawing and stickers, for Rob and for Neil, in case I got chance to give them to them, and when I gave Rob his, I said I had some for Neil as well, and again, he OFFERED to take them to give them to Neil for me.

Although I didn't get chance to thank Neil in person, I wanted to reach out to let him know I was very grateful for his kindness as well, so sent him a message via his "ask" channel, although not with an expectaction of reply - just for him to see privately and know that I was appreciative. But he chose to actually publish it as a public reply, which was lovely of him. I hadn't wanted to thank him publicly just in case he didn't want others to know that he had signed some items after all. I'd been expecting to have to wait until he did a proper public appearance with signing at a comic con or something - although with him living in the USA, not the UK, I may have had to wait a long time.

So I guess the answer is to getting an autograph - turn up 2 hours early, and be very VERY nice and polite to Rob Wilkins 😅 (but also don't expect results - I didn't, it just sort of happened).

[lostonehero]

In which Martin gets to be supernaturally strong because it causes gay panic in the office.

"Martin, aren't you hot?" Jon raised his brow. They were all stuck at a mandatory summer festival for the institute. He motions to Martin wearing long pants and a sweater.

Martin rubs the back of his neck. "I mean, yeah, but I don't think... uh..."

Tim pats his back, making him jump. "Nobody is going to judge you, Martin. If they do, they will have to deal with me."

"And me." Sasha smirks.

Martin smiles softly as his face burns red. "I uh ok..." He squirres off to a bathroom with his bag.

Jon sighs. "If he wears a binder, I don't see the problem." He motions to his own binder.

"Jon dysphoria is different for everyone." Sasha hums. "But I don't think Martin is Trans.... ah, I think he said his friends are coming by as well."

Jon rolls his eyes. "I know that, but he shouldn't risk heat stroke. However, that would get him out of this mandatory fun."

Tim waves Jon off. "Oh, come on, Jonny boy, it's going to be fun."

"Don't call me that." Jon scowls.

Martin returns in shorts and a tank top, he looked as they imagined chubby, but oddly solid. He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles nervously. "I was using it as an excuse to not participate." He was covered in freckles and tattoos.

"Did not take you for the tattoo type, Martin." Tim chuckles. "You've got nice ink."

"Oh, thank you, Tim." Martin smiles softly. "I'm covered in them."

Jon looked unimpressed. "We can see that." He goes to say something else but is interrupted by a shout.

"HEY MARTIN!" A short man with black hair and a prominent scar from being struck from lightning on his face that travels down to his shoulder and arms and chest. His shirt is boldly read.'Got struck by lightning, and all I got was this shirt (and trauma).' he was wearing bright blue shorts that said 'behold this asshole' on the back.

A taller man in a tank top was next to him, his shirt read 'Death Adores Me'. In bright pink barbie letters. He was wearing matching shorts to the shorter man. He had green eyes and blonde hair and sharp features. His body looked like it was carved out of stone.

Tim wolf whistles and the smaller man huffs.

"He's mine." The shorter man huffs.

"Mike relaxed, would ya?" The blonde man chuckles. "You must be Tim it's nice to meet you." He holds a hand out, and Tim noticed he was wearing gloves and that was odd.

Martin smiles and gasps. "Ah, right, that's Oliver, and that's Mike... why are you wearing that shirt?"

Mike chuckles. "It was a gift."

"It was a joke." Oliver rolls his eyes and smiles.

Tim chuckles. "I like it."

"Don't encourage him." Oliver sighs. "Anyway wanna join us for some games? I heard there's some strength tests."

Jon raised his brow. "No thanks."

Tim pulls Jon into a half hug. "What he meant to say was yes, of course! Oh, this will be fun."

"I'll be the best." Sasha winks.

Martin nods. "Yeah, sure, it will be fun."

......

Elias was holding a cane up pointing to a sign. "Ah, hello, there wasn't to test your strength?"

"Simon told me you lost a bet. I didn't think it would be in your favor." Mike raised his brow.

"Aha, that's quite funny." Elias smiles. "I am merely running a booth. This is supposed to be a fun day for everyone."

Mike exchanges looks with Oliver, then to a gruff muscular man in swim trunks and nothing else with his arms crossed on a seat for a dunk tank. Before he could speak Tim moves up front.

"Hey, double boss man! What game you got?" Tim smiles, pulling Martin up front.

Elias hums and smiles. "Oh, a simple test of strength. Just use the mallet to try to hit the bell on top." He knew it was rigged, and it was fun watching people get annoyed. He really wanted to run a fortune teller tent, but he did lose a bet, and he is a man of his word.

Tim went first and barely made it a quarter of the way up.

"Oh, how unfortunate. Better luck next time, Timothy." Elias chuckles.

Sasha goes next she gets about the same. "Ah, wow, I didn't think the hammer would be so heavy."

Elias hums. "Good work, Miss Sasha, but not quite there. Remember, any employee who rings the bell gets two weeks paid vacation."

Tim huffs crossing his arms. "Now you mention that."

Jon refuses the mallet. "I'm not one for brute force."

"That's a given boss man." Tim rolls his eyes.

"What do you get if you don't work here?" Oliver steps up grabbing the hammer.

"Ah, there's a commutative cash prize for non employees Oliver. Of course, it cost 5 quid to play. You are always welcome to try." Elias hums.

"Let me guess if nobody wins it all goes to the institute." Mike rolls his eyes at the nod.

Oliver takes out a five and places it in the overflowing jar. "Ok, I'll give it my best." He takes a step back and hits it full force, only getting three quarters up. "Oof, that's harder then it looks."

Tim whistles. "Alright, Adonis."

Olive chuckles handing the mallet over to Martin. "Don't break it."

Martin huffs. "That was one time, and the mallet was wooden, and it was an accident."

Elias raised his brow and smiled. "Alright alright boys play nice. Go ahead, Martin." He quirked his brow higher when Mike and Oliver pulled Tim and Sasha back to where Jon was watching.

Martin steps back and holds the mallet up.

Elias suddenly felt way too close.

The mallet slams down hard with a loud crack it shatters on impact, and the bell is deafening as that cracks in two from the impact.

Martin dusts off the wooden shards and jumps back as the bell falls in front of him. His face was red from embarrassment, and eyes stared at him in astonishment. "Ah shoot.... sorry, sir. I didn't mean to break it."

Elias was speechless, and he could see Peter staring at the scene with the same slack jaw expression.