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Please help my family
My boyfriend, who has stomach cancer, is completely out of his stomach meds but his insurance is acting stupid since the new year and is currently not wanting to cover the price and we can't afford it. When he doesn't have his medicine, he ends up violently sick and in the ER.
And to make matters even worse, his bike, which is his only transportation to work, has completely given up and won't start and he can't fix it without a new head and battery which together come close to $100.
We're already struggling severely with the utility bills coming in and we desperately need help to be able to continue working so that we don't fall behind on bills again. Please help us.
Venmo: jayep7
Cashapp: jayep7
Literally anything you can send helps and so does reblogging this so that hopefully the next person who sees it might help.
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can i binge mob psycho by the end of the week with my shitty internet in time before season 3 is eventually spoiled for me by one of my irl friends: a thrilling saga
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agendabymooner · 6 months
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wild ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series
“‘cause when you look like that i’ve never ever wanted to be so bad.”
summary: sylvie came to the realization that a) she couldn't stop smiling at max's texts and b) she's in love with max. she only admitted to the latter when christian horner pointed the obvious. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)(11)
content warning: extremely incomplete piece, max being thirsty, christian horner being cool for once, use of explicit language, "they're just friends" trope, simp!max and simp!ofc, textfic + written (mari's mom = ofc + mari's dad = max)
note: i need to write my essay lolololol chile anyways enjoy xx
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Being allowed to work remotely was one of the best things that could’ve happened to Sylvie. The Haute Couture Paris Fashion Week came around way too quickly yet juggling two works at once was easily managed by her. Thank god for her manager. 
As soon as she flew to France to begin her week, her hands immediately turned off her airplane mode to contact Max and Daniel about Marinara. It was saddening having to travel away from the puppy, most of Sylvie’s support system were all at the same location to rest before the Austrian GP while she was in Paris to put on her best resting bitch face while she walked down and impress the front row guests with the newest collection made by the designer. She hated being away from Marinara. Especially when she was in Netherlands with her stupid fucking father that Sylvie called Max Verstappen.
Just as she was prepping for her first show, she immediately called for her manager to ask for her wired earphones. She immediately plugged it in and answered Max’s call. 
“I’m only an hour ahead of you lots,” Sylvie deadpanned, leaving Max to screech out in laughter. 
“What do you mean? I’m just saying hi,” Max exclaimed. He was in his room, Sylvie assumed.
“Where’s my baby?” 
“Right here,” he joked, showing his full face. Sylvie raised a brow, trying to figure out whether to laugh at his face or just ask him again. She did neither and took a screenshot of their FaceTime call— most of which was just his face. Perfect blackmail material. “Just joking. Nara is… with Blue Jaye and Victoria right now. I think Blue’s more excited about the puppy than Vic was.” 
“She was just telling me how she was pumped on seeing Marinara days ago,” Sylvie replied while she had her eyes shut, her makeup artist dabbing on some foundation in the process. 
“She thought that you’re the one heading here,” Max snorted. “She got too excited with you coming; she didn’t think it’d be a mini you instead.” 
“Hadn’t meant to disappoint her that much,” Sylvie rolled her eyes, “glad to hear Jaye’s loving Nara.” 
“Oh definitely,” Max nodded, shifting around his room while his front camera showed his moving figure. “It didn’t help that you’re not here though. Can you believe that? Two of my sisters are looking for you instead of me— their own brother.”
“I’d get excited about my sisters too, to be fair,” she held the microphone of her wired earphones close to her mouth as she continued to get her face covered in cosmetics. 
“You don’t have a brother,” Max deadpanned. “Even your stepbrothers wouldn’t cut the standards you’ve had.” 
“Don’t be too sad about them getting excited about seeing me,” Sylvie snorted before she casually told him, “if it makes you feel better, I’m excited to see you in Austria.” 
“Oh real comforting,” Max mockingly sighed. Sylvie’s eyes narrowed slightly as he continued, “Sylvie’s excited to see me. Yay Max, I guess.”
“No need to be an arsehole about it, you utter twat—“ she ended the call halfway through. She wasn’t truly offended, she just felt the need to act the part. 
She then looked up at the makeup artist as the woman asked, “Calling him back, love?”
“Pft, he can wait,” Sylvie took off her earphones and waved off before she continued getting her makeup done. Hearing a ping, she peered down on her screen and grinned at the text. 
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Mari’s Dad: I can’t even not laugh at your face when you get upset 😂 anyways talk to u l8r Mustang — send me best pics from miumiu whenever u can!! 
Mari’s Dad: also, I am happy to hear that ur excited to see me next weekend 😁 can’t wait to see u!!!
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Mari’s Mom: I’m so mad. I literally ran barefoot to the pastry store across the Hotel Ritz before closing and they didn’t even have any strawberry macarons left wtffff
Mari’s Dad: Yikessss 😬😬 do they have any pistachio though
Mari’s Mom: I was going to play with fire if they didn’t
Mari’s Dad: Hey, don’t say that. Be grateful they even sold those pistachio macarons to you. 
Mari’s Mom: It’s not everyday they see a supermodel run across the street with no shoes on just because she’s craving for macarons. 
Mari’s Dad: Fair enough 🤷‍♀️ maybe you can ask Christian to have some in display at the hospitality? 
Mari’s Mom: Hell no 💀 I’m desperate but not that desperate
Mari’s Dad: Still holding a grudge against him? In this economy? 
Mari’s Mom: No not really. He just annoys me.
Mari’s Dad: You sound like Toto. 
Mari’s Mom: Fear me then, Max 😈😈
Mari’s Dad: I can’t do that when I literally saw you trip and eat shit back when we were six lol
Mari’s Mom: I can’t be arsed with this conversation anymore 😭 
Mari’s Dad: Finally out of argument??? 😳😳
Mari’s Mom: Stop being a dickhead and let me enjoy my treats 😭 it’s not easy for us people with anxiety these days and all we want is a tray of macarons. 
Mari’s Dad: Fly to Amsterdam then. I won’t bother you anymore.
Mari’s Mom: You won’t bother me in texts but you’d be bothering me in real life 😬 I have three more days before i deal with that.
Mari's Mom: Btw, don’t be fucking stupid with Daniel during the week alright? If I hear from either of you PR managers that you can’t sit through a recording without giving them a headache I’m literally gonna cause problems for Christian— and you do not want ME to cause problems for YOUR team principal of all people. 
Mari’s Dad: Damn 😭 why did I get a business talk and why are you telling me this??? Daniel should be the one who should get the PR/marketing talks not me
Mari’s Mom: Lederhosen. That’s all I can tell you. If I hear anything about you two ripping your trousers I’m gonna have to mathematically figure out how you’d do that to a leather piece. 
Mari’s Dad: Does this mean you’re wearing a dirndl too???
Mari’s Mom: Of course I will. It’s Austria and it’s Red Bull’s home country. Also, don't push your fucking luck, you’re not allowed to point out that I’m even wearing them.
Mari’s Dad: Yes ma’am
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Max: Hey Christian. Out of curiosity, you wouldn’t mind seeing if you can request for some macarons for the Austrian GP right? Some pistachio and strawberry ones, mostly?
Christian Horner: Hello Max. That’s quite a peculiar request but why not. I don’t handle these things but I’ll see what the hospitality manager can do. 
Max: Thank you. 
Christian Horner: I wouldn’t be shocked if this was all for Sylvie. 
Max: I said THANK YOU, Christian.
Christian Horner: Yeah yeah, don’t worry about it lad.
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AUSTRIAN GP
Dressed in her Austrian folk wear and a rather fitting pair of shoes for them, Sylvie ensured that the embroidered Red Bull logo remained visible from the waistline of her apron. The dirndl fitted her so well, the tea length dress just reaching her calf. The Austrian Grand Prix was on the go, and this was just her first day after returning from the fashion week. It was Thursday. Most of them had gotten here earlier this week, only waiting for her to arrive. 
Just as she stepped out of the garage, many fans had gotten a glimpse of her as they called and asked for her attention. She gracefully did so, waving her hand every once in a while before resting both of her hands behind her back. She wandered off while cameras took her picture as she made her way towards the paddock area. 
“Mustang!” Her eyes were trained on the group of people who surrounded her nephew as she made her way towards them. Tilly hadn’t worn her dirndl and it was obvious that Toto hadn’t put on his lederhosen, but Max and Daniel were dressed in folk wear. Soren Wolff was relaxed on Toto’s arms, obviously not feeling anything of discomfort from wearing the little lederhosen that Tilly had slipped on him earlier today. 
And while nobody hadn't noticed, Max's eyes were trained on her figure. Shit.
He can die a happy man.
“Oh wow,” Sylvie exclaimed, grinning at the now-bouncing baby in Toto’s arms. “Look at you, my little man. You are sooooo handsome, Soren!” 
“Thanks, that’s all me,” Toto joked, grinning at the girl as he continued, “you look very beautiful as well, Sylvie.”
“So I’ve been told by countless photographers,” Sylvie laughed, still waving at Soren as he squealed. Her fingers reached for his tummy, making the baby squirm.
“You’re too late for the party,” Daniel joked. “They’ve told me how hot I was and how willing they were to rip this off of—“
“Mother of god— Daniel,” Tilly groaned in annoyance before swatting the Red Bull driver on the chest. Daniel wheezed, trying to catch his breath as Max and Sylvie cackled. The laughter shared between the two caught the baby off-guard as his dark eyes widened, his head moving to his left and right in confusion. 
“Did Uncle Max and Auntie Sylvie surprise you, schatzi?” Toto grinned down at his son. The laughter was long gone, the Mercedes-AMG team principal looking up to see Max peering down at the skirt as Sylvie began frolicking and twirling around.
She was obviously telling Max about how perfectly the dirndl fitted her, but Max’s eyes were drawn on the legs underneath the fabric.
She was gorgeous, indeed, but Max could wash his mouth with soap if he ever mentioned that she was… hot. He wasn’t about to get smacked in the head for telling her how heavenly she looked in both dirndl and clothes she wore when she walked down the runway a few days ago. 
And when the Dutchman looked up again, he swore not to get caught by Toto ever again. The Austrian held a glare in his face that told him enough about the dangers of ogling.
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Her eyes were sparkling as her mouth chewed on the strawberry macaron, grinning at the taste. She had a diet plan, sure, but eating one or five macarons wouldn’t hurt. She was on a break, after all.
“Don’t finish the whole tray, my love,” she scowled lightly before facing the man who spoke behind her. Christian grinned mischievously as he continued, “Save some for the guests.”
Did she mention she was fairly close to reaching her period days, too?
“I wish I can quit right now,” She murmured while she continued chewing on the food, making her boss laugh lightheartedly. “I’m on a break, Christian.”
“I know— I actually assumed I’d find you in front of the macaron display and look!” Christian gestured to her.
“Does your wife know you’re annoying?” Sylvie shot back. 
Christian shrugged, “It’s mostly reserved for you and Toto. I’m glad you’re liking the delicacies though— I know how rough your week went.”
Was she ever thankful to have him as a boss? She actually grew quite fond of him as months went on. Christian Horner was a prat at the very beginning, but she supposed that making him own up to his mistake at the very beginning would eventually make him more cautious and accommodating to everyone. 
Sylvie’s scowl disappeared as she swallowed the rest of her macaron and murmured, “Thank… Thanks.”
Christian waved her off, “Don’t thank me. Thank your best friend, if anything.”
“Best friend?” Sylvie repeated.
“Yeah,” Christian nodded, clapping her on the shoulder as he said, “the boy was practically on his knees when he asked to have those for the hospitality. You two have a bad habit of munching on those macarons in every race and between the two of you— Max eats the chocolate and espresso ones more than you do. The lad knows you’d kill for strawberry and pistachio— so maybe let him know you like him too?”
Sylvie pondered what he said for a second. How the fuck did Christian even know Sylvie loves Max? Wait, why was she even openly admitting that she loves him? And Max loves her?
What the hell was going on?
But the words that escaped her mouth was, “He was on his knees asking for macarons in the hospitality?”
“Oh, dear God. You two are just as oblivious as you can get.”
She liked Christian Horner, indeed, but maybe pointing out the most obvious to an oblivious woman wasn't the brightest idea he had ever done. Because now she wasn't only oblivious- she was fucking paranoid and in love.
Talk about playing with fire.
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felinecryptid · 8 months
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Wish what you desire, before its too late
pav tries to keep a secret
(translations at the end <3)
"Shayad aisa mauqaa mile na mile phir reh jaye adhuri khwaaish," Pav sang, heels of his feet periodically thumping on the walls of the high building they were sitting on. Hobie reclined nearby, guitar in hand, lazily strumming out tunes, trying to guess the music to the song Pav was singing. He never would get it right, they both knew, but half the fun was the music mishmash. Besides, Pav could sing the sappiest, most lovesick songs to Hobie's face and he would never know. "Hoo~ kya pata ho ye bhi sitaron ki humko milaane ki koi saazish,"
Hobie strummed out some quick ascending succession of notes, before falling back to a steady and lilting yet melancholic melody, strangely similar to the original score of the song. Maybe there was something about music that surpassed languages and spoke directly to the soul. Maybe it could convey feelings to Hobie that Pav couldn't think without combusting.
Pav's cheeks heated up at the smallest of reminders about the thing they were not talking about. But he couldn't go much longer without doing something about it. Maya Auntie always said he was terrible at keeping secrets, especially if it was about someone he knew.
And how could he? Hobie made him feel like he was whole. Not like he was his other half, but like he never had to hide anything from him because he was one of the only people who knew about him being Spiderman. He never had to play the superhero with him, never had to pretend, never had to put up a different personality around him, all they ever had to be were Pav and Hobie and PavandHobie. They just made sense together, in whatever way that was, team mates, friends... or something else. Hobie just got him, understood when he needed cheering up, when he needed some space and when he needed a break but was too stubborn to take one.
He didn't know everything that made Pav tick at first, but he learnt, and in the process, Pav couldn't help but admire him and his efforts. And if at some point the admiration took a turn to another feeling that had Pav blushing every time Hobie called him 'luv', 'darlin', or a 'fuckin' wanker', it wasn't his fault. It started with his dark eyes, with a deep weight that seemed to freeze Pav's breath in his lungs and the languid smile that was ornamented with silver piercings. Pav missed so many lectures in chemistry, daydreaming about a far away world where he could taste the chink of the ring against his teeth. Feel the 'sweetheart' whispered into his mouth.
"tu saath agar hai, kaagaz ki kashti tayr jaegi," Pav continued, the lyrics ringing truer and truer. Hobie hadn't looked up in a while and it made Pav's predicament a little bit easier. Because he usually fantasised about kissing Hobie when he was a hundred percent sure no one was paying attention to him. But here he was, sitting in front of the guy himself, thinking about it, where he was one touch away from finding out how flustered Pav was. Maybe he's watched way too much khatron ke khiladi with Nandan.
He tugged at his tie, loosening it for the next part, "tu nahi toh yeh kahani, taash ki paton si bikhar jaaegi," He pitched his voice higher, straining just a little bit to reach the high note, "bazm mein beeteen jo raatein, agle hi pal mein badal jaengi," Pav sang, eyes closed and into the song, never noticing the guitar fading out.
"Raat ke andheri sannaaton mein, chupke se kanon mein lori ki tarah," He dared a glance at Hobie. He did not expect him to be staring back, the sunset casting deep shadows across his face that didn't quite hide the intensity of the expression, a look that made Pav's throat go dry. He almost faltered, folding to Hobie, but he didn't. Something told him to keep going. "Teri haar kahani pe nayi ya purani pe, bharoon hain mein hain." The golden sunrays bathed them, and Pav felt effervescent. Hobie moved closer. Pav's eyes fell half-shut, the desire to watch him and the instinct to trust him warring, his mouth still forming the last lines of the song.
"Madhyam madhyam, utarta chanda- mphf!"
They were kissing, it occurred to Pav, just as Hobie pulled away and something just broke inside him.
"Sor-"
"Nahi, idhar aao," Pav reached for Hobie's face, pulling him back in. "I've waited way too long for this," He barely got the words out, pressing his lips to Hobie's.
It was everything he dreamed of. It was better. It was real. Pav could feel the cold press of the ring, a contrast against the warmth of Hobie's soft lips, against his own scarlet cheeks. Pav hands moved lower, clutching at his shoulders. Hobie grabbed at Pav's sides, not staying still, trying to hold all of him at once, warming him inside out.
They kissed, until they couldn't, because Pav was grinning so wide he thought he couldn't possibly keep it all on his face.
"'oly shit Pav, you've been 'oldin' out on me," Hobie whispered, their foreheads touching and voice hoarse. Pav liked it. Pav liked it so much.
"Shut up, you- tune mujhe kitna confuse kiya hai, you don't get to say anything." Pav huffed.
"I 'aven't the foggiest about what you're sayin', Pavi," Hobie complained.
"So, let's not talk at all." Pav laughed, wrapping his arms around Hobie and pulling him in again.
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title (translated) from and the song pav's singing is saazish by bhuvan bam in dhindora (i highly rec you putting this on while reading this its so good)
translation:
Shayad aisa mauqaa mile na mile phir reh jaye adhuri khwaaish - you might not get another chance like this, your desires left unfulfilled (the singer's talking about wishing on a shooting star)
Hoo~ kya pata ho ye bhi sitaron ki humko milaane ki koi saazish - [vocals] what if this was a set up for us to meet, orchestrated by the stars
Tu saath agar hai, kaagaz ki kashti tayr jaegi - if you are with me, the paper boat would float on
Tu nahi toh yeh kahani, taash ki paton si bikhar jaaegi - and if you are not, our story would collapse like [something made of] playing cards
bazm mein beeteen jo raatein, agle hi pal mein badal jaengi - the nights spent in your arms, will change and fade away so fast
Raat ke andheri sannaaton mein, chupke se kanon mein lori ki tarah - in the night's dark silence, i whisper like a lullaby
Teri haar kahani pe nayi ya purani pe, bharoon hain mein hain - to your every story, i listen with utmost care and love (direct translation would be: "i listen and agree to everything" but that's not what this line actually means) (also this line is directly linked to the previous line)
Madhyam madhyam, utarta chanda- mphf! - slowly, the setting moon- mphf!
Nahi, idhar aao - no, come here
tune mujhe kitna confuse kiya hai - you got me feeling so confused
pop culture ref:
khatron ke khiladi - its a popular daredevil show, very entertaining if you like icky things like insects, animal abuse and borderline gore
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lilyrizzy · 9 months
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thank you @gratisdiamanten @boxboxlewis @officialmood @thewindowatkirkland and @flawlessassholes @semperama for tagging me to post the first part of my WIPs! I was a bit confused if it was meant to be first sentence or first little chunk, so i went with chunk! hope was okay!
this one is for my age play fic!
It starts with space.  
Less and less of it between them in their bed every night. Max’s arms reaching for Daniel to wrap around his neck, to press his throat into the hard-soft hollow of his throat.  
“I thought you didn’t like cuddling,” Daniel teases, even as he wraps his arms around Max, holding him tightly to him.  
Max simply shrugs, makes a soft noise, something that sounds more like a sigh than a protest, but doesn’t say anything else.  
Quiet is a part of it too, because mostly like this, Daniel ends up having entire conversations with only Max’s nods or hummed acknowledgements as answers. At first, he wonders if Max is trying to let Daniel, ‘talk himself out,’ but it soon becomes obvious that this something different entirely, because when Daniel pushes for an answer one time, Max shakes his head, burrowing further into the space underneath Daniel’s arm pit with a soft whine.  
“Okay baby, you can sleep,” Daniel tells him with a startled laugh, fingertips tracing the shape of hearts up and down Max’s spine.  
this is for my own cloud!
Blue Jaye kicks her feet underneath her knitted blanket, the colour of it’s-a-girl-pink. The delicate pastel is a stark contrast to the blue-purple smudges underneath Kelly’s eyes as she holds her, cradled carefully in her arms. On the TV behind where Max and Victoria stand, the highlight of Monza FP2 are playing, and as the commentators discuss Ricciardo’s recovery system failure, she makes an angry sounding noise.   
“Maybe she doesn’t like to be stared at,” Victoria suggests, already turning her attention back to her phone, the brand new iPhone Papa brought for her. Her jaw is moving furiously around fuchsia chewing gum, and every so often there’s a loud crack as she blows and then pops a bubble. Even though Kelly asked her not to, because of course the noise will upset the baby.
Sitting down a little too hard next to Kelly, she jostles Blue Jaye, so maybe it is even on purpose. Max knows she didn’t like it when Papa told her it would be a girl.  
“How would she know you are looking?” Kelly snaps, unhappy as she tries to settle Jaye again. “Her eyes are closed, Victoria.”  
Victoria shrugs, not looking up from Twitter, and doesn’t say anything.  Max doesn’t argue either, but of course he knows that you can tell when someone is standing over you, even with your eyes shut.   
andddd dystopia au
It’s been eight months since Max last saw Daniel.  
When it’s been this long, nights on end of going to sleep thinking about him, waking up from dreaming about him, but never seeing him, he worries about how much of Daniel is in his head and how much can possibly be real.  
On his worst days, he’ll wonder if he’s real at all, if he’s not some figment of Max’s overactive imagination, something created in desperation of a life barely worth living. It’s happened before; drivers going mad.  
It helps when he wedges his fingers down the side of his mattress, and gets to run his fingertips across the worn and yellowed edge of the only picture he has of Daniel. To just feel it there. Taking it out is something that he does less, it hurts to see the blinding white of his teeth, shark-like and bared at the camera in a grin. Torn from an old Red Bull Racing pamphlet, it’s not a real photograph, not like one Max would take of him himself on a camera that nobody else would get to see.  
Then always, the doubt will linger, because in the crowded rooms full of watchful eyes, it goes like- 
“Hey good lookin’,” Daniel drawls with a smirk and something in his eye that if Max didn’t know was exactly what Daniel was kept around for, he might think was real.  
tagging @catofthecanals289 @love-leah @fricative-pharyngiale if you wanna!
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fritoley · 2 months
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Febuwhump 2024 - Day 6: “You Lied to Me”
Fandom: The Bad Batch (Star Wars)
Characters: Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Omega, Original Character
Word Count: 661
Content Warning: None
Summary: Hunter’s cryptic farewell leaves Omega worried
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Omega raced through the spaceport, finally arriving at the Marauder to find Hunter and the Batch getting ready to leave. She watched as Wrecker and Tech took inventory, arguing about weapons and explosives. Wrecker’s grumbles rang throughout the port as he begrudgingly dropped a crate and walked off, leaving Tech shaking his head in disappointment. When the burly clone had told her about the mission, she had started to worry, wondering why she hadn’t been told about it earlier. Omega scanned the scene until she found Hunter leaning against a pillar a ways off, his arms crossed as he seemed to be talking to Jaye. 
“...I know, I know, but since Echo is off with Rex, I need you to take care of her while we’re gone,” Hunter murmured, rubbing Jaye’s upper arm with his thumb as she wiped her eyes. “We’ll be back soon, I promise.”
“Please don’t say that, we both know it’s not true!” Jaye shot back, her voice cracking as she spoke. A sense of anxiety spiked in Omega’s chest. What are they talking about?
The young clone’s shoes slapped against the floor as she approached them, alerting Hunter of her arrival. Jaye saw her and pulled away from Hunter, turning her back to them as she recollected herself.
“Hunter?” Omega asked. “What’s going on? Where are you going?”
Hunter kneeled before Omega. “We’re… going on a mission. It’s really dangerous, so you and Jaye are going to stay here.”
“But,” Omega started. She glanced at Jaye, who had pushed her hair behind her ear and was watching her and Hunter out of the corner of her eye. “You promised that you wouldn’t leave me behind.”
“I know, kid,” Hunter answered, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I need you to do this. We’ll be back as soon as we can, and as soon as we are, I’ll bring a big carton of Mantell Mix to celebrate, alright?”
Omega said nothing. She was still apprehensive, still confused on why it was so important she and Jaye stay behind. Hunter sensed her confusion, so he reached over and grabbed his helmet from a nearby crate and handed it to Omega.
“Hold on to this for me, will you?” Omega stared at the helmet, then at Hunter. He smiled half-heartedly as she took the helmet and held it close to her chest. Hunter stood, ruffling Omega’s hair before turning to Jaye. Tears continued to stream down her face as Hunter pulled her close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Jaye buried her face in the crook of his neck, her eyes screwed shut. Omega's heart hurt at the sight. She didn’t understand what was happening, why Jaye was so devastated when Hunter promised he’d return. 
“Hunter!”
Omega looked to see Wrecker waving Hunter over, he and Tech already in the ship. Hunter glanced back at Jaye, who nodded through teary eyes. Hunter squeezed her hand before turning and hurrying to the Marauder. He ran up the ramp and glanced over his shoulder, meeting Omega’s eyes. Omega stood there, watching Hunter as the ramp raised, concealing him from view. She gripped his helmet in her hands as the Marauder took off, glancing at Jaye to see her still crying, a hand covering her mouth as she watched the ship disappear.
“Why…?” Omega cried, tears streaming down her face as she fell to her hands and knees. Stars from far away galaxies lit up the night sky, their glow drowned out by Ord Mantell’s light pollution. It had been weeks since Hunter and the Batch had left, only to hear from Tech and Wrecker that their brother had sacrificed himself for the sake of the mission.
Hunter’s helmet lay before Omega, practically untouched by the young clone as she waited for the arrival that never came. Omega wrapped her arms around herself and sobbed, her tears dissolving into the ground as she whispered, “Why? Why did you lie to me?!”
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houseoflibra-if · 2 months
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Hiiii I'm so sorry please don't panic BUT... I'M SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS PAGE!
I read through the description so calmly... and as I giggled at the smart quips and extra commentary I was like "oh you are funny!!"
And then I started reading the RO descriptions and saw the art and thropes... I kinda spun out of control into a teenage panicked glee the kind that has you kicking up your feet and screaming into a pillow upon seeing a post from your favorite kpop idol (dont yall fucking judge me shut up) 🤣
But no... come.the.fuck.on!! This is so goddamn cool! The premise is AWESOME and I love how the ROs are probably gonna make my poor MC work for scraps of affection and how i love to torture myself. Especially that angsty route...noo...but yes...but no! But I'm probably gonna do it 😭
I profusely apologize for my ramble. Like I said not normal about this. I haven't been this excited about an upcoming project lately other than Vanguard and Jaye is an adorable bean of an author who had an amazing demo. And this is giving me similar vibes.
No pressure. New writers get all my love. I just am insanely super fan nr1 rn.. good luck getting rid of me stalking all your posts 👀♥️
I hope you know how much I absolutely adore you, sweetie! ❤
I'm glad you're having a blast with my writings, it really touches my heart to know that there are people that enjoy the same things I do. :)
I had some issues with my writing at first, figuring that it was somewhat cringy?? It's nice to see someone so enthusiastic about it tbh. Truly, thank you.
I hope you're ready for the romance options... Angst is available with everyone, the only difference is how cruel I'll decide to be 😉
Anyways, thank you for being understanding about me being a new writer... I tend to babble at times so I hope you won't get sick of my long ass posts haha.
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marivenah · 3 months
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oooh tell me about outer rim please
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thank you both Skelly and Astraea @captastra for asking about this one 🤍 here's a little summary!
so, this is the last snippet I'm able to share as of now. this happens some time after the two snippets I've already posted for the roundup! all subject to change of course
Finding sleep got progressively harder with each night. The day was exhausting, there’s no denying that, and still Jaye is restless. Their daily routine has been shaken up and never went back to how it was ever since. Something in Jack’s demeanor has changed, too. He’s a lot more impatient than usual but also strangely absent.
The racing thoughts are interrupted when the light in the bathroom turns on. The door closes shut within a heartbeat. Whoever is in there doesn’t want to wake the other girls.
But Jaye is already wide awake and decides to check on the other sleepless person.
When the door silently slides open, red grabs her attention. Mable. But not just that, blue also. Dark blue spots on the back of her neck. Mable’s hand brushes over it.
“Was that Jack?”, Jaye asks in a hushed voice.
When the other girl notices who’s standing behind her, she quickly places her hair over it.
“Hey.” Jaye reaches for Mable’s arm, turning her around so they’re face to face.
Mable isn’t one to cry easily but there’s something in her eyes, a gleam. Jaye can’t exactly tell if it’s sadness or anger. However, the red headed girl is quick to turn away again. Her hands grip the sink in front of her.
Jaye sighs. She looks her over one last time, knowing not to push her, to give her space.
“He wasn’t happy. At all”, Mable starts and stops Jaye from leaving.
“I mean, not that I expected something else from him but—”, she stops, trying to gather her thoughts, “it was different this time. He needed Romi to show up. And no one else. As if — as if he was desperate. Not out of frustration. But out of fear?”
Jaye furrows her brows. It seems like Mable doesn’t exactly believe her own words, her own memories. Like what she saw was otherworldly. It certainly sounds like it. When has Jack ever been afraid?
“I felt his hand shake slightly. When he held his gun under my chin.” Mable’s grip on the sink tightened, making her knuckles turn white.
A shiver runs down Jaye’s spine. “What?”
Mable’s words are stuck in her throat, she can barely whisper them out, “I thought that was it.” Then, the girl chuckles, her view never leaving her reflection in the mirror, “And then they intervened.”
Silence. “Who?” A question full of confusion rather than curiosity.
Now, Mable looks at Jaye through the mirror. “Primus and Rodimus.”
Jaye didn’t know what to say. Her mouth opened and closed again but no words came out of it.
Mable continues, “They said he’s violating the... prime directive. And they ordered him to take down the weapon. One second too late and I swear they would’ve drawn their weapons on him.”
As much as Jaye wants to believe the other girl, it sounds so extremely nonsensical.
“Are you sure?”, she asks.
“I know what I saw”, Mable states, “They protected me. And you know they’ve done it before. The bots are here to protect us.”
“But from Jack? Those are his units, after all. His security.”
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mainapnifavouritehoon · 7 months
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Yoo...!
Donut lies here (yup he's a dead ass)
Anyways!!! How are you doing boiii??✨ (fuck bhai gurl hai voo🙂)
Hope so acha kr rhi hogi jo bhi kr rhi hogi...I mean padhai hi ofcourse... (bss yehi bakchodi ke wjh se akela hai tu)
Wishing you best for everything...⛄
And kabhi aake tode hal chal toh btaya kro,
Ase tadpa ke bin batye na Jaya kro...
Apne likhe ya sune geet toh sunaya kro,
Aur unn ajeeb si pyaari baaton se hume bhi toda hasaya kro...
Ase bin btaye na jaye kro...
Acha ye idk kaise hai jisa bhi hai it's just to make you smile...todi bade si...nah daat bhi dikhne chiye...yess...rakshon ki trh yess...ye wali lol...😂
Anyways see you agr tum laute toh... happy happy... And yeah this for you...✨🌼
Yours Mr. Donut
🦸🦸🦸(Superman or whot??😂)
DOOOOOONNNNNUUUUTTTTT I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY T-T
I mean half yearly's are starting from tomorrow ahdhsnxbhsdhdh i hope vo ache jaye
YOU WROTE A POEM FOR ME?
YOU WROTE A POEM FOR ME?
YOU WROTE A POEM FOR ME?
ily ily ily ily ily
How did you know i have a rakshaso waali laughter are you spying on me
Shut up i love the album shdgbsxhbshdsjdh
Yours
Arunimaaaaaaaa
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adorablegorilla · 2 years
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Jaye's Operator Record is the best one yet imo. It's so funny and encapsulates his character. I love how Jaye tries to protest when he's told by Uncle Wong that he "has a strong sense of justice and a lot of courage" or something along those lines bc he really just sort of stumbled into the situation but like. Uncle Wong is totally right. Jaye got mistaken for a crimelord twice in a single day by different crime factions and instead of just running and getting out of there when he had the chance he WENT BACK to figure out what they were up to and put a stop to it. That's not something someone just does without a particularly strong sense of justice. He was literally talking to Uncle Wong specifically to gather intel. Even when he's going out of his way to shut down a weapon smuggling ring he insists he's not particularly heroic or justice-seeking, my beloved tired finball seller with a slightly thuggish face
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snowlilly · 7 months
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th-three million?! what's your secret beyond the tequila-shamare-kafka combo?
For the first trading post I use Midnight/Gummy (not Catapult because she can't shut up, but she does have the same skill) and either Texas and Lappland or Exu and Quartz. Snowsant also works nicely. Both of those setups grant 100+% productivity.
For the second trading post my first setup is Gnosis in the Control Center and SilverAsh, Cliffheart and Jaye in the trading post. It's +134% productivity iirc.
As for the second setup... Actually, I don't have Bibeak, Kafka, or Shamare at E2, so I just put Tequila on there with one or two of them and let the productivity suck ass.
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I'm not particularly bothered by it because the trading posts already eat through my gold bars faster than I can make them without another +100% productivity cycle. I usually chuck my drones at the trading post when this setup is active anyway to compensate for it.
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stonks
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Please help my family
I'm Jaye and I have two toddlers with my boyfriend who has stomach cancer. His mother recently died and where we had to pay for her cremation up front it completely wiped out our accounts. And to make things even worse, our landlord just up and raised our rent another $200. We desperately need help
PayPal: JacquelineP951
Venmo: jayep7
Cashap: jayep7
Please, anything you can send helps. If you can't send anything, please reblog this so that someone who can help might see it.
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battlecriesandroses · 5 months
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I love your new wintery theme!! ^^ 🩵
AA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! if you can't tell winter is my favorite season teehee >:)
i kind of based it off the movie fargo (which is what my banner and icon is), and i highly recommend it too <33
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penitent-stranger · 2 months
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Whumpuary Jan 07-08 - "Help me" / Lightheaded / Kneeling
(cw: dizziness, migraines)
After spending the first twenty-one years of her life on a space station, some things about living in an atmosphere still took Jaye by surprise. The team had split into groups for a scouting mission with the hopes of covering more ground before a thunderstorm rolled in. Jaye followed along the wooded, grown-in path right behind Cygnus. 
Every time a hanging seed passed by her face, she resisted the urge to grab one and toss it at the back of his head. She got him in the shoulder last time, but the look he gave her told her that the next piece of nature she threw at him would be launched back directly at her forehead. They didn’t need Red scolding them over comms - again.
She and Cygnus stepped down from a steep part of the trail, and a wave of dizziness hit her. She stumbled over some tree roots and caught herself against an oak tree. The coarse bark dug into her palm, but she barely noticed it. Her vision swam as she blinked at the ground, leaf litter and fallen acorns blurring and unblurring as her eyes tried to focus.
“Cygnus?” Her voice sounded thready and weak. “I think…I think I need to stop for a minute.”
Cygnus turned and immediately hurried back the few steps he’d taken ahead of her. “Are you-? You look like you’re going to be sick.”
Jaye shook her head, but the movement made the dizziness worse. She leaned a little more of her weight against the tree.
“Not sick, just-” Pressure squeezed behind the space between her eyebrows. She scrabbled to press her shoulders against the tree before she tipped over. “I’m gonna. Sit. I think.”
With her back to the tree, Jaye slid down until her butt landed on an exposed root. Her elbows dug into her knees, and she pressed the heels of her hands to her forehead. Cygnus hovered nearby, but she didn’t pay much attention to whatever it was he was doing. She just needed everything to stop spinning so much.
“Trigger, we’ve got a problem with-”
Jaye clawed her comms out of her ear before the echo could disorient her any more. Hearing Cygnus’ words doubled through the radio affected her more than usual. Sitting didn’t make her any less giddy, but at least if she had to pass out, she wouldn’t fall very far.
“She was fine a second ago,” Cygnus continued. “I don’t think she hit her head or anything - hang on.”
He kneeled next to her. Jaye focused on breathing through her nose instead of acknowledging him.
“What’s-” He paused to think of the right words. “What’s wrong with you?”
Jaye sighed. “Hell if I know.”
“You said you weren’t sick. Are you. Out of breath or anything?”
She shook her head again. She didn’t have any trouble breathing at all. And no hot flashes or cold sweat either - nothing that usually preceded someone passing out. “Just- dizzy.”
“Are you. Hungry?”
“Ate breakfast with everyone else, same as you.” She flicked her eyes up just in time to see him frown. The sun quickly made her squeeze them shut again.
“Does your head hurt?”
“Yeah, but it’s weird. 'S not really pain, it’s just - pressure.”
Cygnus looked her over for a few more seconds of stilted silence before returning to his comms. Without her earpiece, she could only catch his side of the conversation. “Just meet us over here, ok? It doesn’t look like an emergency, but it’s still. A situation.”
He sat with her until the rest of the team arrived, checking in every once in a while to make sure she didn’t get any worse. The dizziness faded in and out, but the pressure in her forehead grew more intense. After a few minutes, Red, Alba, and Theo caught up with them.
Cygnus stood to talk with his squad leader. “We checked the atmosphere, didn’t we? If there was something weird about it, why did only she get hit?”
Jaye let Red’s reply fade out of focus and stared at the loose dirt in front of her. Alba crouched down next to her, their boots not making a sound.
“How are you feeling, dear?” they asked.
She peered at him through hooded eyes, the gentle smile they often reserved for her providing a bit of comfort. She bit the corner off of the ration bar Cygnus had given her and swallowed.
“Jus’ weird,” she said.
“You’re slurring your words. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”
Jaye nodded. “It doesn’t…hurt. ‘M jus’ off.”
“Hm.” Alba’s eyes drifted to the bar in her hands. “Keep eating that. If you’re not ill, then it can’t hurt.”
She nodded again and dutifully took another bite. Red and Cygnus talked amongst themselves, and Theo stood off to the side, occupied on her phone as usual.
“I’m wondering if this is some kind of allergic reaction,” Red was saying. “Did she get stung by anything?”
Jaye shook her head, and Alba spoke up for her when the others didn’t notice the movement.
“Is anyone else affected?” Red looked to Cygnus and Theo, and they both muttered negative. He frowned. “Alright. We’ll cut the mission short and head back to the ship. Bluebird, can you-”
“Has anyone checked the barometric pressure?”
Everyone turned to look at Theo as she spoke. She pushed up her sunglasses and turned around her phone. Jaye couldn’t see much from her spot on the ground, but the graph on the other girl’s screen nose-dived almost comically in the middle.
“Oh,” she said.
Beside her, Alba nodded thoughtfully. “So that’s what’s different about the air.”
Cygnus shot him a look. “You can tell?”
“Why, can’t you feel it?”
Theo turned her phone back toward her and began tapping the screen again. “Some people are affected by sudden changes in pressure, especially before a storm. Migraines and joint pain are common.”
Cygnus folded his arms. “But she said her head doesn’t hurt.”
Theo scrolled down, eyes glued to the screen. Her words came out stilted, like someone clearly reading from an article. “‘Migraines are characterized by neurological symptoms, not just severe pain. Dizziness, nausea, and blurred vision are all common symptoms.’”
Jaye let her head drop back into her hands. That certainly explained some things. Alba squeezed her shoulder and gently unclipped the field kit from her belt.
“You must be more sensitive to it because you’re not used to it,” he said.
Jaye groaned in reply.
“Food, caffeine, and pain relievers are recommended,” Theo continued. “And rest.”
“We already have the food covered.” Alba clicked open the kit and rifled around inside. “And we have stims that might come in handy.”
She accepted the capsules he handed her and downed them with a gulp of water. They peeled the backing from a stim patch and pressed it to the back of her hand. The foreign rush of energy down her arm made her wince, but it wasn’t too bad. The dizziness ebbed in a bit, as did the squeezing feeling in her head. It didn’t go away fully, but she could at least sit up straight again.
Theo clicked off her phone and stowed it away. “I can take her back to the ship while the rest of you keep going.”
“Do you feel well enough to stand?” Alba searched her face as they shut her field kit again.
“Y-yeah, I-” Jaye gave her head an experimental tilt. “I’m good to walk, I think. Might have to stop a few times, though.”
Alba smiled. “It's good to hear it’s nothing serious, then.”
They helped her to her feet and let her lean on them as she adjusted to standing again. Theo’s expression didn’t change as she looked at her.
“Good?”
Jaye gave her a thumbs-up and stepped away from Alba. Theo nodded.
“Let’s go then.”
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darkwinchesters · 1 year
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get jealous…
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Your sights were fixated on the man you possessed feelings for, flirting playfully with the young girl. ‘Oh fuck off’ you thought to yourself as you drank another shot of whiskey.
You never felt this with other men, you did not feel threatened, well likely cause there was no man like Dean Winchester. Yes, you may have a considerable age gap. He was 35 while you were 23 but as if that bothered you one bit. You’ve known Dean for 3 years but seeing him flirt with girls was enough to blow your fuse.
You sneered as the petite blonde flirted back. ‘This is bullshit’ you stood up to locate Sam.
You convinced the boys to go on the hunt while you research back at the Motel. That mainly caused you to be wallow in jealousy. Dean was like a magnet for every woman, it’s difficult to see every girl drool over him. He wasn’t yours. You kept reminding yourself. You shut the book, as you realised you were not in the right state of mind to research shit. You sent a message to the boys informing them that you’re going to go out for drinks.
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You opened your bag as you found a green satin top and a pair of black jeans which was enough to capture someone’s attention, it's not like Dean would be there. You were in Cali, your home town. There would be someone you knew. You needed to sleep off the elder Winchester before you get reckless.
As you finished up with your makeup, you walked out the door and got into the car you rented beforehand, you grinned finally feeling a little free.
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As soon as you got to the bar you discovered most of the people there were around your age. You recognised some from the college you attended, yet you were not exactly cosy with them until you noticed a group of girls.
“Zara? Jaye? Trisha?” You smiled widely as the girls waved you to come over.
“Long time no see, Y/n. You went MIA didn’t you?” Trisha sniggered as she waved to the bartender to bring her another shot.
“Still our favourite Alcoholic, Trish?”
She winked as Zara wrapped her arms around you.
“God, College sucked without you!”
“I highly doubt anyone noticed me” you exhaled. You were never the popular girl, yet you didn’t wish to be the one to get through college.
“You’ve gone hot!” Jaye fanned herself mockingly. You jabbed her softly.
“Oh shut up, have you seen yourself?” She rolled her eyes as your sights captured a man situated in the corner of the bar. ‘Ah shit’ you thought to yourself as your friends shortly followed your gaze.
“I’m beating the shit out of that twat.” Zara stood up as Jaye pulled her back resulting in the man noticing you. His eyes dilated as he excused himself from the people he was conversing with and strode over to you.
“Y/n Y/L/N.” He flashed a smile as he put his hand through his hair.
“Weren’t you the dick who dumped her?” Trisha grumbled before taking another shot.
“Uh-“ Caleb stared at you in surprise.
“Y/n broke up with me.” He responded awkwardly.
“Because you couldn’t grow a pair…” Zara snatched one of Trisha’s shots as Trisha’s eyes widened in terror.
“Are you finally man enough to not fuck things up? Your fancy clothes cannot camouflage who you are on the inside…” Jaye taunted.
“Uh, guys…I’ll talk to you later.” You whispered as you dragged Caleb out of the bar.
“Look, Caleb-“ His stunning azure eyes were concentrated on you. His hair had become a darker shade of black. He looked more mature. Then you remembered what had occurred the prior day. Damn you, Dean Winchester.
You grabbed Caleb as you brought him to the Motel.
“Hey- Y/n…”
“No strings attached, okay?” You encircled your arms around his neck as he chuckled.
“Sure…I just miss you like hell.” You winked as you pulled him into your Motel room.
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“Y/N!” Your eyes opened as you saw Dean park the Impala at the Roadhouse yet again. ‘Oh for fuck sake’ you rolled your eyes.
“Could I just take a nap?” You asked as both boys turned around to check you.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” Sam implored, his eyebrows raised.
“Honestly, I am just tired.” You yawn as you unlock the impala door to discover Jo standing at the front. ‘Close your eyes and she’ll be gone Nope. Didn’t work. You sighed as you forced yourself into the Roadhouse. Let’s get this over with.
A few days later, you had found out about Jo had ran away. “Why do we have to babysit?” You yawned as Dean glanced at you from the rearview mirror.
“Y/n, what is your problem?” Sam sighed as he glanced at you open the book on the recent case regarding Jo.
“Nothing.” You grinned, directly at Dean. Why were you taking it out on him?! He probably already thought of you as a kid. Now he thinks you’re one.
“For fucks sake!” You let out a moan.
“Are you okay?” Sam asked as Dean perched up, taking a proper look at you.
“Yes! Just thinking out loud.
After the case, in which you heard Dean needed to clean his pipes when Jo squeezed passed him. You all took off to the Roadhouse as Jo and Dean commenced their playful flirting as you took shots. You had to go and have sex asap before you let out something you regretted. You sent a message to Caleb asking him to wait for you outside the Roadhouse. You shortly went up to get changed and rush down when the door flung open.
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Caleb. What the fuck was he doing? You rolled your eyes, you precisely instructed him to stay outside to not gain attention.
“Y/n. Sorry, could I speak to you-“ He looked up to see Ellen, Jo, Dean and Sam watching intently. They had eventually caught sight of you standing near the back, wearing a cream crop top, giving a lot of attention to your cleavage and the tight floral skirt which showed off your curves, with your hair tied up.
Sam had his hand on a gun as Dean had stood up, his eyes welded onto you the entire time.
“Don’t worry. He is just a-“ you paused to take a glimpse of Caleb noticing his attire. ‘Ah, how I missed a man in blazer’
“Friend” you hissed, as you stood up, making an effort not to show anyone how you were just turned on.
You grabbed Caleb by the blazer as you stepped backwards dragging him out. You didn’t notice, Dean’s eyes fused onto Caleb’s head as your hand ran through his hair when you were outside.
You got into his car as you both drove to a hotel.
You took off your heels as you quietly went past Dean and Sam’s room to your Motel room when the lights switched on.
Dean sat on the corner chair, his eyes were indistinct as he did not blink as he glared at you.
“Who was that guy?” He bluntly asked.
“Just a friend.” You reply as you survey your reflection as you notice the lipstick smudged and your messy hair.
“Y/n! This is fucking serious.” You were taken back as you faced the elder Winchester.
“Why? It’s just a little fun.” You sat on the bed behind you, your tight skirt was hoisted up a little as Dean shoved his hand through his hair and he sighed in frustration.
“Because-“ He started as you tilted your head waiting for a response as your phone beeps.
“Because you’re someone men would take advantage of. You’re young and-“ He hesitated as you listened attentively.
“-fucking beautiful.” He muttered quietly. His eyes fixated on the motel floor.
‘He is just saying that cause he saw me with a man’ you rolled your eyes. As much as you yearned for him, you couldn’t give in. You recalled the way he behaves around Jo. ‘Oh he can shove his opinion up his ass’ you stood up, pulling your skirt down a little as you stalked out of the room as he watched you leave his jaw hanging open.
Before you opened your bedroom door you turned to face him.
“Thanks for the compliment. Just give me a message when we are going to the roadhouse tomorrow” You couldn’t help the hostility as you realised what you were going to witness tomorrow.
“Y/N!” That was all you heard as you shut your motel room door.
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The next few days flew by until you were getting ready to go to the bar again. Jo was going to hang out with you and the boys as well, ‘She didn’t need to come’ you thought as you slipped into something which displayed a lot of skin, just to push the older Winchester’s buttons. A little satin black dress should do. You were not sure if he had feelings or if he just considered you as his sister. Either way, the motherfucker can shove it.
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You stood near your rented car as Dean and Sam walked out. Dean’s eyes promptly studied your body from head to toe as his eyes stopped every time he saw the curve of your body as the dress fit you perfectly before he tore his gaze away before you notice. “You’re not coming with us?” Sam inquired as Dean contemplated quietly.
“Just thought I would have some privacy.” You smiled radiantly at Sam before hopping into your rented car as you drove off.
“You okay, dude?” Sam nudged his brother as Dean let out a forced cough. “Yeah, let’s get going before she gets herself in trouble.”
You were with your friends from College when the boys arrived with Jo. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed Trisha’s shot and drank it. “Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you all taking my shots?!” Trisha barked, as the brothers walked over as Jo went to presumably get some drinks.
“Hey, Y/n. Who are your friends?” Sam asked curiously.
“Did you make friends that quickly in a bar?“ Dean questioned forcing his gaze to lay on your eyes and not the parts of your body he desperately wanted to taste as you rolled your eyes.
“These are my college friends. Remember, I grew up in Cali. Most of the people here are childhood friends.”
“Meet, Zara, Trisha and-“
“Jaye, call me hot stuff.” Jaye winked at Dean as she sat back to observe you as you forced a smile, clearly Jaye knew something, she was just trying to tease you. He laughed as Jo walked over touching his shoulder. ‘For fuck sake’ you took a shot of Trisha’s whiskey.
“Fuck you all! I am going to take my shots in the bathroom” she yelled as she walked away tossing a middle finger your way as Zara and Jaye suppressed a laugh as you just shrugged with a smirk.
“Y/n!” You heard a voice as you caught sight of Caleb, his top shirt buttons were unbuttoned as his white canvas approached you. His hands were in his pocket as you felt eyes watching you.
You turned to see Dean staring intently as you wrapped your arms around Caleb’s neck as he pulled you up for a kiss, your dress hoisted up a little as you heard Dean hiss as Caleb took your hand to go someplace more private. You felt stares drill into your back as you stepped outside.
This time when you arrived at the Motel after your time with Caleb, you saw the lights on.
Your hand on the knife under your heel as you unlocked the door to see both Winchesters conversing.
“Y/n, could we talk?” Sam asked awkwardly as you crossed your arms overlooking them. While his brother stood up with his arms crossed as he already noticed the way your hair was tied but the baby hair on the corners of your face. He noticed the way your legs crossed as you stood.
“Are you okay? Dean and I are actually-“ You snickered as Sam glanced at you in shock while Dean exhaled.
“Oh, really, Dean?? You think me sleeping with my ex is me going crazy?” You had walked up to the older Winchester brother as you poked your finger onto his chest as you noticed his breathing had become more rapid. You looked up to see his eyes filled with desperation and lust as he took in every inch of you.
“Honestly, yeah. I think you having a one night stands with some guy is a mistake.”
You couldn’t believe this guy, when you took a step back to look at Sam, “So, Sam, Dean can flirt and screw any girl he wants to yet if I want to sleep with a guy, it’s me going crazy??”
“Y/n,” Dean growled as he seized a step closer. He wasn’t pissed, you caught the way he growled, he was watching you as if you were his prey and he wanted to taste you. You were enticed to poke the bear, as you spoke out something you regretted.
“You walk into a motherfucking room and every girl falls to your feet- look at Jo. Do you even like her? Cleaning your pipes? Dean? Super mature.” You examined the room to discover Sam had taken off. You sighed understanding he fled after he realised what was going on.
You faced the older Winchester as he took a step out of the darkness as you saw a smirk plastered on his face.
You puffed your chest attempting to attain some control of the situation however, his eyes just fell to your breast as his eyes flicked back to your face, you felt your knees go weak.
“So, you’re jealous? Is that why you’ve been acting like this?” He challenged, awaiting the reply he was yearning to hear.
“Psst, as if. Do I look like I care who hits on you, Dean?” You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms. You felt the pool of heat between your legs as the way he looked at you made me crave for him.
“You know, I flirted with Jo on purpose. I brought her to the Bar on purpose. I wanted to see how you reacted.” He asserted, there was still that smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.
You watched as he got a notch closer to you.
“You’re just here because you’re jealous.”
“Hell yeah, I was jealous. Have you seen yourself, Y/n? I am nothing compared to the man you want and deserve. You're 23, many men will just” he stared at you, taking in your curves once more before his eyes lay on your lips.
“How do you think I feel about you? God, Dean. You don’t think I notice the way girls act when you walk into a room? Yeah, I am 23. I am more immature than the type of woman you're looking for and I got nothing on those other girls! So, of course, I’m jealous who wouldn't be?! You're fucking attractive.” You sighed as the Winchester watched you intently before striding towards you.
“You know, it’s such a turn on when you get jealous.” You jabbed him softly as he mumbled against your hair “Baby, I don’t care about those other girls. Yeah, the age gap made me feel old-“
“Well, don't worry. I don't care. I am inexperienced at everything I do” You roll your eyes as he laughs.
He leans a little to pick you up as your legs soon wrap around his torso “The other girls have got nothing on you.” He hoisted you against the wall causing a moan to come out of you as he proceeded to kiss your neck while gripping your thighs.
He shoved everything off the square table as he spread you on top of it as he left a trail of kisses from your neck to your inner thighs, you could feel the burning sensation between your legs, aching to feel him inside you, as you stopped him so you could take off his shirt. “Hey just so you know, the guys my age cannot take on you.” You reached for him as your fingers stroked the soft stubble on his face as you kissed him.
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“Ah, I’ve been dreaming this for a while now.” He let out a groan as you discarded his belt before unzipping his pants. You looked up as his verdant eyes dimmed into a tint you had never seen before. You lay back on the cold table surface as you felt him eventually enter you as you threw your head back in pleasure. He pulled your face closer, “I want to see your eyes on me as you come screaming my name.” He smirked as he lay a kiss on your lips.
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He thrusted one final time as you felt your climax come as you covered your mouth attempting to suppress your moans, he tugged your hand away as you cried out his name as he soon followed, holding onto you.
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You were laying on his chest while he stroked your hair, “So, are we done with the jealous game?” You perked up at the green orbs looking back.
“Yeah, baby girl.” He smiled as he kissed your cheek before you straddle on him, as he grinned in surprise.
“What?” You noticed the smirk growing on his face as you kissed him on the neck, hearing his moans, as they got louder you biton his skin.
“Just had to make my mark.” You sat on his lap as he laughed, his hand rested under your upper thigh.
He pulled you down as he kissed your neck leaving hickeys on your neck.
“Dean…” you moaned.
“Baby, if you keep moaning my name like that I would need to take you for round 4…” He smirked as you both kissed one last time, savouring the taste of each other.
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How to Train Your Voidsent
It was a dark day in the South Shroud, though it was always pretty dark that close to Urth’s Gift. Athena gripped the knife close to her chest, trying to calm her nerves. It wasn’t every day you got to ambush your girlfriend to deal with her voidsent problem. 
There were several figures hiding among the trees and underbrush from The Sweet and Savory, all dressed to look the part of bandits. All present were there to ambush Jaye on the wives’ request. 
The plan was simple…at least on paper. The voidsent would only appear if the host was in a life and death situation, and specifically it had to believe the host was in danger. Based on the stories they were told, Jaye could be terribly maimed and it would not care. The situation had to appeal to the little megalomaniac’s nature. Anything less and the trap would fail, and the chances of capture might slip from their grasps forever. 
Yes that was correct, trapped, not killed, trapped. Because it had been her mother who contracted the creature, Jaye felt an odd connection to it... and she obviously felt it was her only way to fight. So Athena had constructed a plan, using her knowledge of crystals, Aetherial Manipulation, and Lolochan (her voidsent connection in Sharalyan). She would lure Jaye to a remote location on the premise of a private meeting. Then the sham bandits would threaten Jaye with her life, Ikkobach would come out, they would beat it into submission after it got stuck in the protective magics on the ground channeled by Coco, then it would be sucked into the crystal. If anything were to happen to Jaye, it would be trapped there for all eternity…starving. 
Athena shuddered at the thought, she honestly hated that it had come to this, but it was the only chance they had to get a leg up on it.  
Soon she saw the Viera walking down the path. 
It was show time. 
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Once Jaye reached the spot, Athena casually walked out with a sneer on her face. 
“Well well well, look who wandered to the wrong neck of the woods.” Athena had worked with the others to come up with a voice that would hopefully hide who she was…Thankfully Jaye wasn’t that observant. It was more of a concern that Ikkobach would notice. 
Jaye stopped immediately, fear flashed on her face that she quickly tried to hide. 
“Listen, I don’t want any trouble. Besides, it’s two against one” 
Athena’s smirk had been less forced after hearing that, though she had to work to keep it from a smile. It had been a good attempt at a bluff. She held up her hand and the other members of the tavern walked out just enough to make their presence known. 
“I don’t think your math’s correct there hunny” 
Jaye reached behind her for the weapon she didn’t bring, thinking Athena would never have asked her to a place she would be in danger…technically she had been right.
 “Stay back! I’m warning you!” 
Athena had to stop herself from cursing, this wasn’t enough. Ikkobach was unmoving from the threat of petty theft. 
She had to go bold.
The cat woman rushed across the clearing and grabbed Jaye by the throat. “I don’t think you are listening to me, aren't those ears good for anything?” She hated the horror in Jaye’s eyes. She so desperately wanted to drop the act and ask her for forgiveness, but she had to do this. She needed to do this… She could see the smoke billowing around them. She was so close she just needed to push a little more. 
She took the knife in her hand and pressed it to Jaye’s neck, “Now listen here, you’ll shut up now if you want to keep that pretty little head on that pretty little neck of yours” and she pressed down just enough to see a trickle of blood. 
FWOOSH 
Athena was face to face with cold red eyes as an otherworldly feeling of dread washed over her. 
“Uh, Coco! Now!!!” 
A shiny white light rose up over the voidsent as it thrashed around against its confines 
“NOOOO!” it roared as everyone sprang into action. 
Athena led Jaye behind a tree where their weapons had been stashed ahead of time. 
Pike and Talhdi were raining down blows upon Ikkobach while the others dealt with the tiny voidsents that it was summoning. 
“Since when could it do that!?” Athena yelled as her and Jaye ran back into the fray. 
“Uh I don’t know!” 
Athena growled, she didn’t need a whole lot of coaxing to unleash the inner beast. She wanted desperately to land a few blows herself but as a few cries of pain rang out, she knew she had to tend to her allies first. She clutched her axe in a way that it was completely vertical and then brought it up above her head to slam its pommel into the ground. Energy from her emotions, channeling through her axe, traveled across the surface of the earth until it sprang around her friends, which shielded them in a mixture of emotional and earthen aetherial energies. 
With the extra protection and a boost from Pike, Talhdi was able to deliver a punishing blow staggering the creature. Ikkobach had started to panic, it was close to losing control and being subject to the spell around it. 
 As Jaye failed to deliver a weak strike, Ikkobach snapped out a shadowy hand with a speed that couldn't be comprehended by mortal eyes and raised the Viera off the ground. All the tavern gang could do was watch as their newest addition cried out in pain as the voidsent sucked life straight out of Jaye, and finished by throwing her against a tree like glass against the wall of a rowdy tavern. 
It felt like time stood still as Athena stared in horror at Jaye’s body. She had miscalculated. No one was supposed to get seriously hurt. She shouldn’t have let her girlfriend fight in her current state. 
A slash from a lesser voidsent snapped the woman out of her stupor. With rage that threatened to consume her she quickly dispatched the pathetic lesser being with a swing, using the moment she continued until she flung herself with full force into Ikkobach. “You fucking bastard!” 
“Athena!” She had just enough time to hear the warning and move before Talhdi slashed Ikkobach from the top to the bottom. It was finished.
“I have him!” 
Coco’s voice was heard across the clearing while a pale blue light grew brighter. As Ikkobach screaming intensified, the light seemed to keep up with its intensity till finally… 
Poof
Suddenly there was silence. Everything stilled as a crystal filled with dark swirling energy fell to the ground. 
“Jaye!” As soon as Athena was assured the fighting had stopped she was running to the fallen Viera. “Coco! Jaye’s hurt!” 
She slid next to her girlfriend, pulling her to her lap. “Jaye! Jaye! Can you hear me!?” She checked her pulse, her heart was beating. 
She let out a sigh of relief as Coco bolted into view. 
“Is she okay?” 
“I don’t know, her pulse is steady but I don’t know what it did!” 
Coco leaned down and started showering Jaye with healing energies. After the longest seconds in their life, Jaye slowly opened her eyes. 
“Did it work?” was the first thing she croaked out. 
Athena and Coco first looked at each other and back towards the direction of the crystal which now was in the hands of a curious Pike. Athena turned back to her girlfriend, doing her best to keep back any tears. 
“Yeah, you're finally free.” 
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