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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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52 or 41 for the meet ugly? sternclay, nsfw if thats chill

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52. you think I’m leering at you in the gym but really I’m studying your form and trying to learn how to make mine better Sternclay NSFW

This is the toughest part of Joseph’s workout, so he could do without the audience.

He first noticed the guy during his turn at the squat rack; taller than him, in a grey t-shirt and black shorts that show he has muscle to spare, with brown eyes that were on Joseph’s ass whenever he looked away. Were Joseph not in the middle of the kettlebell burpees sequence, he might even spare a glance of his own to see how he fills out the front of his shorts, but he’s tired and he’s been dealing with behind the back stares all day.

When he’s done, he takes a final look over his shoulder to see the guy still staring at him. Joseph locks eyes, watches his face flood with guilt as he becomes very focused on his shoes. He continues studying them, as if holding still might keep Joseph from coming closer.

“Okay, I sense you’re new here, so I’ll be polite: everyone checks people out at the gym now and then. But the rule is you don’t do it so fucking brazenly the other person notices.”

“I, uh, I wasn’t-”

“I counted you staring ten separate times, even when your workout had you facing away from me.” He crosses his arms, annoyed that the man has the gall to deny his blatant ogling.

“I, uh, I was studying your form” the newcomer rubs his wrist, sheepish, “I’m kinda new to, like, formal workout stuff, and you clearly know your shit, so I was trying to use you to figure out how to do my circuit without fucking up my spine.”

Joseph rolls his eyes; that’s the first lie anyone tells when they get called out for staring.

“I’m serious!” The man has the audacity to look perturbed. Joseph has zero interest in an argument but every desire to call his bluff.

“Well, if that’s the case, if we cross paths again you’re welcome to join me and I can give you pointers.”

With that, he heads towards the locker rooms. He doesn’t feel eyes on him once the whole walk there.

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“Hey.”

Joseph looks up from setting his fitbit to see his not-so-subtle admirer beside him. The taller man smirks, “you didn’t think I’d take you up on it, did you?”

“No. But I’m not about to go back on my offer. Or modify my work out if you join me. Make your choice accordingly.”

“Okay. What’s first?” His smile is friendly, but there’s a challenge in it. Joseph, who's been bored the entire day, is more than ready to rise to it.

“Jump rope. Nine minutes total.”

They find a spare rope for the other man, but he keeps getting his right foot caught.

“Drop your elbows some, when they’re too high it’s easier for the rope to catch.”

“Oh, thanks.”

His new gym buddy is winded when they’re done, but follows him eagerly over to the mats for his core workout. He’s better at that, though Joseph still has to correct the position of his back the first time. They move through cardio, weights, and cool down with no conversation that isn’t directly related to body position or technique. By the end, the newcomer is soaked with sweat. And..smiling?

“That was fucking brutal. Can we do it again some time?”

If you, um, really want to?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Joseph smiles back, “I’m here every day after work. So you can come find me…”

“Barclay” the taller man fills in his unasked question.

“Joseph. Oh, and try to get some shoes with better traction soon. You’ll have an easier time.”

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“You okay there?” Barclay looks at Joseph from the treadmill on his left, “you seem kinda low energy today.”

“I ate too small a lunch.” He hits the stop button, walks as the belt slows, “I’ll be fine once I fish my power bar out of my glovebox on the way home.”

“Or you could, uh, you could come get dinner with me? There’s a great spot two blocks from here; it’s my favorite stop after you put me through my paces.”

Joseph thinks about downing a protein shake while wandering his empty apartment.

“That sounds great.”

Barclay leads him to a diner, all yellow lights and red pleather. His friend orders a stack of waffles and fried eggs (“I’m not a big fan of syrup”) while he opts for a french dip and, on Barclay’s recommendation, a chocolate malt. When the server asks if it’s one bill or two, Barclay pays for both of them.

“Least I can do in exchange for the free personal training you’re giving me.”

“It’s not like I mind” Joseph offers him access to his french fries, “I like working out with you. I’ve, um, never had a gym buddy before. UP agents are considered weirdos at work, I’m considered odd for one of them, and, well, you’ve done my workout; it intimidates some people.”

Barclay looks at him across the formica, beard still a bit mussed from drying it after his shower, “Yo--uh, I mean, it is pretty intimidating. But like, in a good way. The kind that makes you wanna push yourself.”

Joseph allows himself a flirtatious smile, “I’m glad you appreciate it.”

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Barclay: gonna miss workout tomorrow. Got a date. Promise I’ll let you work me twice as hard on Friday.

J.S: Have fun. And you know I will, big guy.

Joseph slips his earbuds in; he’s gotten so used to their easy conversation that his best of the ‘00s playlist is jarring in it’s place. But he falls into his rhythm, is halfway through his workout when a tall, familiar shape in grey shorts hurries through the door and drops it’s water bottle next to his.

“Is everything okay?” He pops his headphones out as Barclay shakes his head.

“Date was a bust; guy was so pushy I bailed after one drink. Figured if I caught up with you the night wouldn’t totally suck.”

Joseph grabs a second mat, lays it out, “I can’t do dinner tonight; since I thought you were busy, tonight is for running errands.”

“No big.” Barclay lays next to him, their fingers brushing for a moment before Joseph counts them down.

As the evening ticks away in sets and reps, he gets increasingly worried about Barclay; his friend begs off both squats and rowing, and doesn’t join him for the ten minute cool-down jog on the treadmill. He hopes it’s just a side effect of having a beer before working out and not something more dire.

The locker room is empty on their side, and he finds Barclay leaning his forehead on the wall outside one of the shower cubicles, taking long, deliberate breaths. His shirt is off, but he’s still in his shorts. When he turns, startled by Joseph asking if he’s okay, it’s immediately obvious why.

“Sorry” Barclay is doing his best to conceal his hard-on, “this is hella embarrassing.”

“It happens” Joseph aims for a pleasant shrug even as his own cock starts acting up, “lots of friction and, um, and all that.”

“It’d be less humiliating if it was that. I, uh,” Barclay is redder than Joseph’s ever seen him, “I put a plug in before my date and, uh, I was in such a hurry to come find you once it ended that I, I didn’t take time to pull it out.”

He forces his voice to stay gentle, to not reveal the heat burbling up from his stomach, “You could have just asked me to wait a second once you got here.”

“Didn’t think of it until I sat down on the mat and realized how much I could feel the fucking thing. Like I, uh, I said, I kinda had a one track mind when I got here. I” his brown eyes are Bambi-wide when they skitter from Joseph’s gaze, “I wanted to see you.”

Shoes squeaking on the wet tile, Joseph nudges him into the stall, “Is that really it, big guy? You went through all that discomfort just for a few more seconds of being near me?”

“Uh huh” Barclay whimpers, his big, broad frame shaking when Joseph presses him against the wall.

“That’s sweet. Do you know what happens to sweet boys when they’re good?”

His friend shakes his head, hair catching across his eyes. Joseph tips his chin up, lips slightly parted in invitation. Barclay groans and drops his head down to meet him. It is, without a doubt, the messiest kiss of Joseph’s life, all sweat and odd angles like his first time in his boyfriend’s den in the July heat. The parallel is heightened by Barclay instantly grabbing his hips and humping him through his shorts.

“Joseph, babe, please, please say this is okay.” His hands tighten their hold when Joseph licks a stripe up his neck; it’s sweaty, sticky, the kind of thing he hates in porn but damn him if the doesn’t want to lick and suck Barclay until he can taste him in his sleep.

“No, it’s not.” Joseph cups his face to keep the panic he sees there at bay, “because if you cum like that, I won’t get to show you the rest of your reward.”

“Re-reward?” Barclay actually squeaks, and what can Joseph do at such a sound but kiss him once more.

“Shorts off, water on. I’ll be right back.”

Water obediently patters on the tiles as he shoves his hand deep into his gym bag; god bless emergency laundry quarters and bathroom vending machines.

He strips, joins Barclay in the shower and discovers his cock is even more pleasing than it’s outline suggested.

“Lord almighty, you’re gorgeous.” He lowers to his knees, traces the path of droplets through the hair on Barclays stomach and chest. Then he removes the first condom from its pack, rolls it down the thick cock that’s just tempting him to abandon his plan, then slips the second one on his finger.

“Fuck, this has gotta be a dream, right? Because it’s the same one I’ve jerked off to for fucking weeks.”

“No, big guy, it’s not.” Joseph reaches between Barclay legs, “oh shit, you’ve been wearing this all night?”

“AHnnnuhhuh” Barclay moans as Joseph toys with the base of the plug.

“And you still did a huge chunk of our workout. I’m impressed, big guy, impressed and very, very, very pleased.” He kisses his cock on each very, Barclay letting out an “uhn” at each one. As he slides the plug free he continues, “To think, your date was so unpleasant he missed out on not only your charm and your handsome face, but the fact you were prepared enough to prep for him.”

“His loss is my gain ohfuck, Joseph, baby, please-” Barclays cock bobs in the air as Joseph teases his ass. When he presses in Barclay gasps, Joseph praying the droplets hitting the walls lend any escaping sounds an air of plausible deniability.

“Nice and open. Good boy.” Joseph slowly works his finger in and out, building up to two almost immediately. He nuzzles Barclays cock, “do you always bottom?”

“M-most of the timeOH, god” His head lolls back when Joseph takes his cock into his mouth, sucking lazily as he fucks him open, “I like it, makes me feel taken care of.”

Joseph eases in a third finger, let’s his cock fall from his mouth as water collects in his eyelashes. Barclay is staring down at him, hair several shades darker as it plasters to his face and eyes hopeful.

“In that case” Joseph times his upstrokes to his thrusts, “how about you come to my place on Sunday? I’ve got a whole box of cocks to choose from; we could work our way through them.”

“Yes, ohfuckyesplease.”

“We could play around with positions too” He can see Barclay’s muscles flexing in new ways as he begins bucking his hips, chasing the tender pressure of Joseph’s fist, “I bet you look great on all fours, and I know what you look like with your ass in the air already. You in my lap, that could be fun--oh, ohshit” he laughs as Barclay nearly fucks himself off his fingers, “you like that, like the idea of sitting in my lap like the big, sweet boy you are while I fuck you, like the thought of cumming on my cock and then going to fetch the next one, of me not letting you stop until we’ve been thorough and found your favorite because that’s what you deserve-”

“Fuck!” Barclay moans, hands slipping on the tile as he floods the tip of the condom. Joseph adds “get tested” to his mental to-do list while the other man slides down the wall like a slasher victim until they’re face to face on the floor.

“You okay, big guy?”

“Can’t feel my legs.”

“That’s just the lunges talking.”

“Please” Barclay kisses his shoulder, “please let me suck your dick.”

Joseph smacks the handle until the water turns off, scrambles to his feet and clings to the “no-slip” bar as Barclay shoves his face between his legs. He sucks his cock, occasionally opening his mouth enough to licks his folds. He’s so eager, even tries fucking into him with his tongue, big hands groping his ass while Joseph stifles his moans in his forearm. He’s going to cum in the gym shower, he’s going to cum from his first blowjob in years, he’s coming to cum from the astounding, impossibly hot man below him who he intends to dom into next fucking week-

He cums hard, the hand not bracing him on the wall dropping down to stroke Barclays hair. After a moment, he tries to grab his towel from where he tossed it, Barclay smiling up at him.

“Hey, Joseph?”

“Yes? Hah, got you” He pulls the towel in.

“I was staring at your ass that first day. I mean, I was mostly looking at your form but there was for sure some ass appreciation.”

“I fucking knew it.” Joseph begins drying him off, “just for that you owe me dinner again.”

“Thought you had errands.”

“Shit. How do you feel about a romantic, pre-dinner Target run?”

“I’d love it.”

#trans agent stern #sternclay #agent stern/ barclay #meet ugly

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howlingday · 3 years

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Jaune: Once again, my team and I gave ol' Specialist Schnee the slip. I was honestly surprised by how well she took it.

I finally got my hands on the top secret police file I've been trying to get all my life and avenge my family by regaining our most valued treasure.

It all began when I was just a kid, bouncing on my dad's knee. See, I come from a long line of legendary warriors who kept their ancient secrets hidden in the family book, The Arcus Atlas. I read it to become especially strong, fighting monsters and bad guys. After all, there's no honor, no challenge, and just no fun picking on the weak. You beat down a tyrannical dictator, and people know you're a hero.

Unfortunately, on the night I was to inherit the book, five visitors came to our door. My father fought to protect us, but the gang of villains known as Children of Grimm ransacked our home until they found... The Arcus Atlas!

Our family's manual of heroic deeds and greatness fell into their filthy hands! They tore the book into five pieces and split it up, each villain splitting to the farthest corners of the world to commit dastardly crimes.

Alone without my sisters or my mother, I was dumped at the nearest orphanage. There, I met two people who would become my lifelong friends and members of my crew. Oscar, tech genius and oldest soul I've ever met in a young person. Sun, part-time thief, and full-time loudmouth. Together, we vowed to track down the Children of Grimm, avenge my father, and take back the Arcus Atlas!

It was going to be the toughest mission of my life. I would either become a legendary warrior like my family before me, or fail and allow my family name to bite the dust.

Watts: How delightful! We have a guest. The only problem is... I HATE UNEXPECTED GUESTS!

Jaune: Listen, Watts; you kill my father and take what's mine, you should more than expect company.

Watts: Oh, I'm so sorry! How sloppy of us to not finish the job. Obviously, we should have snuffed you and your sisters out as well. So without further ado, allow me to make amends by, let's say... TRIPPING EVERY TRAP IN MY CHAMBERS AND SQUASH YOU LIKE THE INSIGNIFICANT GNAT THAT YOU ARE!

Jaune: Bring it on!

Watts: Damn it all! You've beaten me! Well, gloat all you want, Jaune Arc. You're no match for Hazel, my cohort in Mistral! You'll see... Haven Academy will be so guarded, not even an army could charge in without losing every man!

Jaune: Details in Watts' section of The Arcus Atlas held secrets of my Mistralian ancestor, Daisuke Arc and his Shinobi Slayer skill, which helped him fight off many a crafty ninja as they attacked the feudal lords he protected.

Getting out proved to be especially tricky with the unexpected arrival of Specialist Schnee. She could catch me, so she settled for Watts instead.

Hazel: Hmph. My men have been warning me of their experiences with a supposed knight in shining armor, breaking bones and absorbing hits, and this is it? You're the thorn I've had in my side all week? A child playing pretend with a garbage can lid? ...Hm. That garbage can lid looks familiar.

Jaune: Maybe my father broke your nose a few times so you wouldn't forget?

Hazel: Your father? Ah, I see. You're an Arc, and one of the more foolhardy ones, as well. Perhaps if you were sensible like your sisters, you would have abandoned your childish fantasy of being a hero and become something more valuable. After all, these pages are worthless, childish drivel.

Jaune: I guess you wouldn't mind me taking them, would you?

Hazel: After you destroyed my years long operations, decimated my supplies, and grievously injured my men? Yes, I would mind. Prepare yourself, child.

Hazel: Impossible! Me, a hardened veteran with decades of experience, bested by you, some child trying to play pretend. Take your pages, but know it won't serve you any purpose. As we speak, Tyrian is mobilizing his forces against Menagerie's rebels, and no "heroes" could ever dream of stopping him.

Jaune: Hazel's section of the Arcus Atlas contained information on my gunslinging, sunset-riding hero, Patch Willy Arc. His specialty was horseback cavalry and iron-horseback cavalry, fighting styles he perfected in the lawless lands of Wild Vacuo.

Getting out, once again, was harder than getting in, since Specialist Schnee didn't until she had me in cuffs. She eventually gave up and went for the next best thing, Hazel, and dragging him off to jail.

Tyrian: (Shudders) My tail is all tingly! Only two things could make it do that; and since I don't hear screaming, it's not my goddess. Which means, an Arc!

Jaune: Yeah, well, you give me the creeps, too, pal! Arming out a hate-war for unwilling and peaceful faunus isn't exactly a fun thing to sit back and watch!

Tyrian: (Chuckling) You say so much, and mean even more! It's almost enough to make me... Kill him, but only enough so I can deal the finishing blow myself.

Jaune: (Fights through White Fang, Tyrian leaps away) Get back here! You can't run forever!

Tyrian: I suppose you're right. Hmm... Ah, I got it! We'll play a game! You swing at me, and I dodge, all in one motion, and then I swing while you dodge!

Jaune: Uh-huh... And what's the catch?

Tyrian: No catch! Although, you have your hands full, while I... No, I think you'll figure it out yourself.

Jaune: I get it. You'll be using up to four limbs, while I can only use two.

Tyrian: Ooh! You are smart! I'm so glad you caught on so quickly, unlike your father.

Jaune: Well, I'm about to show you how unlike my father I am.

Tyrian: (Giggling) Oh, that was so much fun! No one has beaten me so well at my game since my goddess! Ha... Unfortunately, your game ends here. Cinder Fall is in Vale and she doesn't play games like us. You try and, well, even scorpions have predators, don't they?

Jaune: Well, if she's anything like the rest of you, I think I'll manage.

Jaune: The section of the Arcus Atlas that Tyrian had told me the secrets of Jarl Svendin Arc, my viking ancestor. His notorious berserker mode helped him beat impossible odds to protect his people.

Right on schedule, Winter showed up just as I was leaving. Apparently, trying to start a coup with the White Fang isn't something people just look the other way for, earning Tyrian a life sentence behind bars.

Cinder: I see you carry the shield of the legendary Arc warrior family. Let me guess; you're here for revenge, and take back the Arcus Atlas.

Jaune: Originally, yeah, that's all I wanted, but now I'm going to shut down your entire vigilante/criminal empire and bring peace back to Vale.

Cinder: Why should you care if I wipe out a few criminals? I'm doing my duty as a hero, just like you.

Jaune: Sorry, but you're only half right. I am a hero, from a long line of legendary heroes, and I pick up this sword and point it away from the innocent to protect them. You? You're some abused and neglected orphan who turned into a homicidal vigilante monster!

Cinder: You despicable wretch! I will punish you for your disrespect! ...But I will honor your heroic ancestry by slaying you with the power of my newly mastered technique: Dance of the Fall Maiden!

Cinder: You... really are a hero... aren't you? Where were you... when I needed... one?

Oscar: Jaune! OZPN just finished it's analysis about those crates of black goop we found, and it turns out there's only one place in the world you can find the wood those crates are made of- Atlas. The last of the Children of Grimm should be there!

Jaune: Cinder's part of the Arcus Atlas gave us insight on the brilliant designs of Johann Arc IV, genius inventor and world-class entrepreneur. He had an illness that prevented him from fighting like my other ancestors, but he still saved hundreds of lives with his medical breakthroughs and tactical mind on the battlefield. Working with Sun, I'm sure he and I can make a few modifications to our weapons, thanks to these designs.

Frustrated she didn't catch me on my way down, Winter tossed Cinder in jail, ending the dark crusade of Vale's worst hero.

Jaune: While trying to find details on the Children of Grimm's final member, I began to notice something weird. In every picture of my ancestors in the Arcus Atlas, there's a shadow of a woman in the background. Even weirder, these shadows look almost identical to what police records have of this mysterious "Salem". Is there a coincidence, or is there something I'm missing?

To be continued in...

Jaune Arc in:

THE BLACK HEART OF HATE

#rwby #jaune arc #sly cooper #oscar pines #salem #sun wukong #tyrian callows #hazel rainart #cinder fall #arthur watts

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gallavictorious · 3 years

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11x03 Fill-In Ficlet: Use Your Words (Or Don’t)

How do they go from sniping at each other in the kitchen to enthusiastically banging it out just a little while later? And why on Earth is horrible, horrible dirty talk suddenly a thing?

Well, they have this whole conversation where they basically talk things through but, you know, in their Ian and Mickey way of not talking things through but totally talking things through. You know? Also, there are kisses.

Warnings for some truly atrocious attempts at dirty talk but no actual smut. Also vague displays of a fucked-up relationship with violence, and clueless dumbasses trying, and only halfway succeeding, to chill with the misogyny and toxic masculinity. For all that this is mostly ridiculous and self-indulgent fluff.

Read below or on AO3.

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They walk home from the Alibi together, but six feet apart and in silence.

Dinner is mostly silence, too, the celebration of Carl's first arrest dampened by Lip's outburst and Debbie storming off. Lip and Tami soon excuse themselves; Liam has homework; it's Carl's turn to do the dishes. (That mostly means they won't get done, but at least they'll know whom to blame when there's no clean plates or knives in the morning.)

Mickey's pours himself another glass of Jameson, but pauses when Ian abruptly rises from the table. His husband doesn't spare him a second glance though, but merely puts the half-thawed vegetables back in the freezer and walks off with a half-hearted “night” to his two younger brothers.

Well, fuck you too.

Mickey can feel Liam's eyes on him, but for once the kid keeps his mouth shut.

Smart kid.

Mickey takes his time emptying the glass. Takes the time to fill it up again and empty it once more too, while pointedly not listening to a single word Carl is saying about the fucking arrest he made.

Then it's getting late and there's nothing for it and he's sick and tired of them not being fine anyway, so fuck it.

He leaves the glass on the table for Carl to tidy away.

In their room Ian's sitting on the bed with his back towards the wall and a book in his lap. He looks up when Mickey enters, but doesn't say anything and promptly turns his attention back to his paperback. His jaw is set, but his shoulders slumped. Angry still, then - but tired even more than angry. Defeated, maybe.

Mickey fucking hates to see it.

He busies himself by the drawers, aimlessly rifling through the socks for something to do with his hands. “So. Quit your job?”

There's a brief pause, as if Ian's trying to determine whether Mickey's trying to start something again, and whether or not to strike first with a snarky reply. In the end he settles for a soft exhalation and, “Yep. Tried to make me to work for free through my lunch break.”

He'd told Mickey as much already, at the Alibi. Hadn't gone so good, so this time Mickey tries for a different response: “Fuck 'em. We'll be fine 'til you find something else. Too good for that fucking place anyway.”

Another pause, long enough that Mickey turns from his fumbling with the socks to look at his husband. Ian's staring down at his book, mouth opening and closing a few times, like he's on the edge of saying something but then thinks better of it.

“Yeah,” he mutters at long last. “Don't know that I am anymore. Bipolar ex-convict in the worst economy in fucking lifetime? Not seeing a lot of options for me here.” Before Mickey has time to think of an appropriate response to that Ian's eyes darts to his face; darts away just as quickly. “Manager called me a little bitch.”

Oh. Okay. Yeah. Fuck.

Moving over to the bed, Mickey sits down on the edge of it. “That manager's a fucking idiot. The hell does he know? That's bullshit.”

Ian lifts his head at that, looking at Mickey with something that might be hope tempered with wary skepticism, and a hint of challenge. “Really?”

Mickey meets his gaze without flinching; holds it for a moment. “Yeah, man. Bet that asshole knew you could break him in half without breaking a sweat, that's why he's spouting stupid fucking stupid shit like that.”

A beat, to let that sink in, and then Mickey allows his lips curl into a grin, pulling his legs up on the bed to crawl over to Ian and crowd him: “'Cause you know you're the toughest motherfucker on the South Side, so big and so strong and so manly.” He reaches out to squeeze Ian's left bicep for emphasis.

“You're a dick.” But Ian doesn't pull away and he's starting to smile, as Mickey hoped he would; it's in his eyes first, softening and a glimmer, and then it's on his lips, growing wider.

Mickey feels his own grin grow wider too, as something in his chest loosens and lets up.

“Yeah?” he asks, eyebrows suggestively raised as he, ignoring the dull protest of his aching ribs, leans in to let his lips brush over Ian's in a not-quite-a-kiss. “Whatcha gonna do about it, huh? Gonna bend me over and pound me so hard I fucking scream? Gonna make me beg for your... your big, fat cock?”

Ian tilts his head to the side, brow furrowed in faux affront. “You calling my dick fat?”

“Think I've got the right to, Tim Kruger, I've choked on it enough times.”

A snort of surprised laughter and then Ian's hand is on the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss that is hard and hungry and coming home. Mickey shifts to straddle his thighs, their lips never parting, and fuck, it's just been a few days but it's been too fucking long.

It goes on for some time; Ian's arms around him, fingers scratching against his scalp; Mickey's hands running up and down Ian's sides, as they kiss and they kiss and they kiss.

At long last, with a long sigh, Ian pulls back a little, his eyes searching Mickey's as he runs a thumb over his cheek.

“You want me to do that?” he asks after a moment, and there's just the faintest note of uncertainty in his voice.

Mickey doesn't like it. He doesn't want Ian to be uncertain about him, about them, ever. But he bites down on the urge to bristle. Takes a deep breath. “Do what?”

“Bend you over.” A tentative, lopsided smile. “Make you beg”

Ah. “Ain't never said no to that shit before, Gallagher.” How the hell is that even a question? Okay, there'd been this morning, kind of, and maybe a few times when they just started fucking and he had issues and things got a little too intense or whatever, and he's not so much for the actual begging, but in general, Mickey's never been opposed to Ian getting a little – or a lot – decisive with him.

Least not as long as he doesn't make him feel lesser than for liking it that way.

“Mm.” Ian nods, but he doesn't lean back in to resume the kiss. Instead he reaches out to run his hand over Mickey's thigh, idly, and with a pensive look on his face.

Mickey very, very badly wants to tell him that now that that's cleared up maybe you could get on with it but he's determined not to be (too much of) an asshole tonight; to be patient. He waits, and eventually Ian looks up. The uncertainty has seemingly fled; the look in his green eyes is calm once more, and direct:

“So just to be clear: you're not exclusively a top now?”

“What? Hell no.” Mickey makes a face, genuinely taken aback by the notion, but then he shrugs. “Doesn't mean I'd mind switching it up once in a while, though. We've tried all kinds of new shit after we got married, figured it might be fun to try that too.” He pauses, chewing his lip. “Thought you'd be cool with it.”

Ian smiles, reaching out to give a playful little tug to Mickey's hair. “Give me some warning next time and I will be.” Abruptly, his smile turns devilish. “After all, how could I resist such a stunning embodiment of pure masculine prowess?”

Mickey's eyes widen. Oh. Uh-huh. All right then.

“I dunno,” he says, pushing hard for feigned thoughfulness even as he pushes his ass down on Ian's groin, wiggling just a little. “Seems like six pack-packing, strong-willed, stoic soldier boy like you could resist just about anything.”

Ian's quiet laugher is cut short by a sharp intake of breath as Mickey leans in to nip at his ear. “Even a – ah – man-swole hardass?”

“Yeah, 'cause you're such a top dog alpha male.“

“Ultra super power bottom.“

“Fierce and ruthless devastator of assholes.”

“Yeah, asshole is right... Ow! Okay, you're going down … you big manly boss man.“

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If there is a moment, quite some time later, when they're both happy and spent and relaxing in each other's arms –

If there is a moment, when Ian's eyes stray to the bruises on on Mickey's side, and if he reaches out to let his fingers brush over them in the whisper of a touch, if a shadow passes over his face –

Mickey will catch his hand and bring it up to his lips to press a quick kiss to it.

“Looks worse than it is,” he will say and Ian's lips will twist, in rueful smile or grimace or both:

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Bastard who jumped me hits like a fucking - “ Mickey will break off and make a disgusted face. “Hits like a... a... a fucking weak person. Jesus Christ. Fucking V.”

Ian will chuckle. A bit weakly, perhaps, still a little lost to the lingering memories of the afternoon, but he will chuckle. Will pull Mickey closer to him, carefully; push his nose to his hair and breathe him in. “I love you.”

And Mickey will smile. “Mm. I know. Love you, too.”

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A/N: Listen, I don't begrudge anyone engaging in bad dirty talk if that's what gets them going, but I didn't really expect it for Ian and Mickey. I guess this is my attempt to wed what we saw in mid-credits scene to my already established perception of the characters. Oh, and I have a kink for understated reconciliation so there was no way in hell I wouldn't jump on this. XD That also means I want to read ALL THE FIC written on this topic, so if you write/see any, please let me know?

Tim Kruger is a gay porn star with a huge dick, btw. I know this because I googled "gay porn star huge dick". I have some regrets.

#11x03 #shameless spoilers #gallavich #ficlet #my stuff

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gladerscake · 3 years

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YOU’VE GOT THIS

(TMR: Gally, Chuck)

I’ve decided to repost my long-lost oneshot about Gally teaching Chuck to carve, because it’s one of my favorite glade HCs.

The Glade was an intimidating place to find yourself in. Surrounded by giant impenetrable concrete walls covered in ivy, doors that boomed to a close every night to shield their living space from the monsters that lurked in the Maze. Grievers, they called them. Of course, nobody but the Runners knew what was really out there. Maybe it was for the best - most of the boys seemed comfortable adopting the “know less - sleep better” policy. The Builders, the Track-Hoes, the Medjacks, the Cooks - ever single person did their part to make it a livable place to be, to build a community. And it worked - life inside the walls was a relatively peaceful one. But with no memories of who you were, where you came from, or why any of this was happening, one couldn’t help but feel frightened and anxious. Even more so when you’re the Greenie. Even more so when you’re the youngest one yet.

Chuck aimlessly wandered around the Glade, hands stuffed into his pockets as he tried incessantly to find himself something to do. He’s only been there a couple of days, still not knowing what his place would be, not knowing half the boys’ names or who they were.

Some were harder to miss than others, though.

Gally was a good example of that.

Keeper of the Builders. At over 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, an imposing, dominating presence - it was impossible not to notice him. Despite his intimidating appearance, he wasn’t a bad guy. He just liked things to be in order and got frustrated with people shucking up the simplest of tasks. Not a bad quality for a guy in charge, Chuck thought to himself. He was strong as hell, too. Chuck got to witness Gally wrestle in the Circle on his first bonfire night. Wipe the ground with every poor shank who dared challenge him. It was impressive. Maybe one day he could be strong like that too…

“Can I help you?”

Chuck was efficiently snapped out of his musings as his head turned in the direction of the voice.

Gally was seated on a log, looking up at him, one of his uniquely-shaped eyebrows arched in slight amusement as a knife danced in between his nimble fingers.

The younger boy awkwardly shifted his weight between his feet. Deep in his thoughts, he must’ve lost all sense of direction if he’s wound up near Gally’s work station.

“Lost, Greenie?”

Chuck shrugged, eyes timidly glued to the ground

“No, I’m just…” he paused, gesturing vaguely “Walking around.”

Gally gave a short nod, not bothering to ask any more questions as he returned to his work.

Chuck watched as he proceeded to carve something out of a piece of wood in his hands. He couldn’t help but stare at the way his knife worked so effortlessly against the rough texture as it gradually gained form and turned into something useful.

“What are you doing?”

Gally glanced up at him “Making a handle.”

“A handle for what?”

The builder huffed to himself “For a thing that needs a handle, I don’t know, Fry asked me to make one.”

Chuck fidgeted for a moment, gathering up the courage before asking

“Can I… Can I try making something too?”

The older boy looked up once again, more intently this time, his piercing green gaze tinging with slight skepticism

“You wanna learn to carve wood? Why? No offense Greenie, but I don’t think the Builders are the place for you.”

Chuck knew, of course. The job required a certain amount of physical strength that he simply didn’t have.

“No, it’s not that, I just… I don’t know, forget it, I’m sorry.”

Gally watched as Chuck turned to leave. A part of him couldn’t help but feel bad for the kid. He didn’t know why the Creators kept sending up people every month. He didn’t know what the selection process was, if such a thing even existed. But to send up a child? That was cruel, even for them. Every Greenie was a confused frightened mess, every month, it was a pattern everyone had gotten used to by now. But none of them were ever this young and innocent and…

“Hey.”

Chuck stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of Gally’s deep voice behind him. He slowly turned back around.

“Yeah?”

Gally gestured for him to come closer, taking a second knife out of his tool belt and nodding towards the spot next to him.

A relieved smile lit up the younger boy’s face as he scurried over and settled down on the log.

Gally reached somewhere behind him and handed over a smaller piece of wood before passing the knife as well.

“Here. You have the tool, you have the time. Knock yourself out.”

Chuck scratched the back of his neck, fumbling the piece of wood in his hand in confusion

“…What do I make?”

Gally let out a light-hearted sigh, looking over to him

“A spoon. Make a spoon.”

“But we have spoons…”

Gally’s unfaltering gaze effectively stopped him from questioning it any further.

For a few minutes Chuck fiddled with the knife as he attempted to mimic earlier movements of the Keeper’s skilled hands, clumsily carving some bits off of the wooden piece. Gally wasn’t making it obvious that he was watching his struggle. He kept glancing at the boy every now and then until he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Do you wanna go to sleep with those fingers?”

“Huh?” Chuck looked up in alarm, halting all action.

“Never cut towards yourself and get a better grip on the knife. Like this.” He reached over, adjusting the boy’s smaller fingers around the handle.

They spent the next half hour like this. Chuck doing everything wrong, Gally fixing his mistakes while doing his best to teach him without getting agitated. He was pleasantly surprised to find that Chuck was a relatively fast learner. He listened to his instructions and his movements were getting steadier, more confident. At the end of it all, Chuck was holding a roughly-carved, but very passable wooden spoon.

“Well look at that. That’s not half bad, Greenie.” A light half-smile crossed the Keeper’s features as he looked over the handy work.

Chuck’s smile was brighter than he could remember it being. Granted, he’d only been there a couple of days, but even so. It was genuine. It was pure. He made something! It wasn’t easy, but he did it, and he enjoyed it, too! It wasn’t much, but it was a start. With time, with practice, he was sure he could get better. Maybe even make something of his own…

“Thanks, Gally.”

He reached over to return the knife but Gally shook his head, holding a hand up.

“Nah, keep it. You just might have a knack for this.”

Chuck paused for a moment, unsure of whether or not he should really keep it. But after a subtle nod from the Keeper he smiled once again, quickly hiding the knife in his pocket.

He was grateful. He wasn’t expecting the toughest guy in the Glade to spend a half hour teaching him to carve wood. But for the first time since his arrival, he felt weirdly peaceful. He felt… good.

Chuck sprang up from the log, twirling the spoon between his fingers, already eager to show it to someone.

“Awesome! Really… Thank you.”

Gally merely chuckled at the boy’s excited state.

“No problem.”

He paused, eyeing the smallest glader with what could only be described as reassurance “You’ll be okay, newbie. You’ve got this.”

Chuck beamed, giving a firm nod before hurrying away to show his creation to Alby. Or Newt, or anyone!

Gally watched him run off in the direction of the Homestead, a small sympathetic smile etching the corner of his mouth.

“You’ll be okay…”

Thank you for reading!

#the maze runner #gladers #tmr one shot #tmr gally #tmr chuck #tmr fic #tmr imagine #gally #chuck tmr #tmr headcanon #tmr fanfic #tmr oneshot

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night-raven-roses · 4 years

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A Beast’s Tea (Savanaclaw x Reader)

If you asked anyone what they thought of when they heard Savanaclaw, any student would say they are the beasts of the school. The most eager to get in a fight, the quickest to knock you down to size, the roughest and toughest of all of Night Raven College. They were the animals of the student body, not helped by the fact that most of them resembled one in some shape or form.

The last type to be seen in a boba cafe.

You hadn’t known a solitary thing about Magical Shift, but a certain freshman, along with his dorm leader and underling, had been willing to let you join in during morning practice on more than one occasion (said dorm leader not really understanding why). So, in order to thank them for letting you learn, you wanted to show them one of your favorite treats that was surprisingly both in your world and theirs.

“Didn’t know there was a place like this off-campus,” Jack mused, taking in the atmosphere as the four of you walked into the small building.

“Didn’t know, didn’t care,” came from the 20-year-old grumbling under his breath. Leona was all prepared for his mid-morning nap after practice, but instead he was forced to spend time in a place only people like Schoenheit would find appealing. And by this little herbivore, of all creatures...

You and Ruggie were the only two of the group who wore smiles. You because the three actually agreed to let you treat them to this kind of thing. And Ruggie…

“You need to do something on the weekends besides SLEEP!” he chided to his superior, still forcing the grin on his face. “I’m sick of doing allllll the chores while you’re there just-”

The low resonance of a lion’s growl shut the hyena up almost instantly.

As the four of you waited in line to order, the comments from each of them increased.

“100%, 50%, 25...I thought you got drinks here, not math assignments,” came from Leona, getting more annoyed by the minute.

“Two extra madol for a TOPPING?!” came from a bewildered Ruggie, gladly doing the number work.

“Stop, people are looking at us…” came from Jack, trying to keep his composure intact.

It felt like ages before you all got to the front of the line.

“Remember,” you piped in before anyone started ordering. “Get whatever drink you want, it’s my treat.”

This statement made Ruggie’s ears perk up in concern. “Wait, what’s the ca-”

“MY TREAT,” you repeated. You knew the 2nd year’s relationship with money, almost as warped as the dorm leader from under the sea: would do anything to get it, frugal with giving it up, skeptical at the word “free”.

Even so, he still ordered the cheapest thing he could find, a small milk tea with basic boba. You sighed under your breath, but you knew it was in his nature.

Leona wasn’t much better. “Get me whatever you’ve got, doesn’t matter to me.” All he wanted was to get in and out so he could salvage any bits of a nap he could get.

The poor cashier had no clue what to punch in. “Um, we have a special for popping bo-”

“Yeah, sure, put it in, just get the order in.”

You were thankful Jack was still deciding as you apologized profusely to the employee. You had finished when he finally thought of his order.

“Alright, and what flavor would you like your tea, sir?” The cashier gestured to the list of possibilities, ranging from fruity to bitter to none at all.

You watched as he scanned the options, but soon could’ve sworn you seen his eyes stop dead. You bit your lip as you almost saw his eyes sparkle at an option, his pointed ears flattening slightly.

“Um...pear, please,” he uttered out, slightly embarrassed with his decision. You had turned your head before he noticed, but you almost wanted to squeal with how the gruff wolf-teen that towered over most almost appeared like a kid choosing a sweet in the candy store.

You gestured for the three of them to find a spot to sit while you made your own order. After the obligatory “is that all for you today?” from the cashier, you paused. Your eyes glanced up at the menu board once more, then to a case of other goods they sold.

“Actually, no…”

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“DID YOU DO THIS?!” Ruggie almost shrieked out. Once all the drinks had been brought out, the hyena sophomore saw that the small drink he had ordered was the LARGEST size available. And to add on to it, they somehow sold donuts in the place?!

“Yeah,” you beamed. “They get stock from the coffee shop across the street.”

“But this is definitely mo-”

His eyes widened as you put a finger to his lips, shushing his almost panicked demeanor.

“I said to get whatever you want. I know you’d want a lot more than that tiny thing.”

The two pairs of eyes didn’t part...until you felt a sharpness on the same finger. Being the sly one he is, Ruggie decided to get back at your surprise, nibbling on your finger with his sharp canines.

“You’d better know I’m not giving you any favors for that,” he grinned once he let go, sinking his teeth into the small fried ring instead. “That’s allll you.”

You smiled at the sight in front of you before you heard a resounding call from Jack. “L...L-Look everyone!”

You turned to look beside you...and couldn’t believe what you saw.

You had seen the challenge before: people balancing drinks like this on their chest and drinking them with no hands. Well, there 1st year Jack Howl was, balancing the pear-flavored milk tea on his pronounced chest muscles, and shakily sipping the drink with a smile on his face.

“Some of my classmates...talked about this...who knows when this...kind of challenge will...come up again?”

You and Ruggie cheered and laughed at your friend for achieving this task mainly accomplished by women, but the latter’s chatter died when he noticed how the one beside him was. Leona had finished his drink and proceeded to fall asleep, curling up and laying in the booth.

“He’ll sleep anywhere, the lazy cat…” the 2nd year grumbled in a similar vein to the one above him. “He can drink something he’s never heard of before touching a piece of salad?”

Hearing that, a smile grew on your face. “Well, actually…” you leaned over the table, whispering in his ear. Within moments of realizing, a devious grin grew on his own.

“Shishishi...well, looks like we’ll need to have these “after-practice drinks” more often, huh?” Ruggie was already plotting in his head. Who knew those little bubbles Leona liked were made from seaweed?

#twst #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #savanaclaw #x reader

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years

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What The Heart Wants

Summary - Dean thinks his heart's deepest desire is to cast Michael out of his head but is that really his heart's deepest desire?

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Warning - Angst, Swearing TW : Character Death

A/N - This is written for @katymacsupernatural Make Me Feel Challenge (I hope you cry a little lol)

My prompt was "I don't want an apology"

Spn divider by @talesmaniac89

Beta'd by the lovely @deanwanddamons

"I don’t know. I-I guess you – you hold the pearl and – and concentrate on what your heart desires," Sam said and gave Dean the pearl

"You think it will work?" Dean said looking at the pearl in his hand.

"I guess so," Sam frowned.

"Michael outta my head. Got it,” Dean said and balled up his fist.

"See, it didn't work’” Dean scoffed, "I can still feel Michael in my head banging those doors.”

"Dean?" Dean turned around and his breathing hitched at the sight of you. He couldn't believe his eyes. You looked the same as the last time he saw you.

"Y/N?" Dean said and walked towards you. He stretched out his hands, tangling his fingers with yours. You weren't an image his mind was conjuring up. You were real.

"De, wh-what is this place? Who-are you Sam? Shouldn't you be in college?"

"College? No,” Sam narrowed his eyes at the unknown girl in front of them.

"Dean, what's happening? Why are we here? Shouldn't we be in Omaha?" You looked around the place with confusion in your eyes.

"Omaha? What year is this?" Dean asked.

"2004.” You said.

"No. It's 2020. I think-I think we summoned you.”Dean's voice cracked at the end.

"Summoned me?" You frowned at his words.

"Yeah. Dean, can I talk to you for a second?" Sam asked Dean with his brows raised.

"S-sure", Dean said, his eyes still focused on you, "stay here.” Dean reluctantly let go of your hand. He thought that you would disappear into thin air once he lets you out of your eyesight. He followed his brother to another section of the bunker. Sam started to speak when he realised you were out of their earshot.

"Who is she?" Sam asked.

"Her name is Y/N. She's a hunter. I met her during a ghost hunt after you went off to college. I was hunting alone - Dad was god knows where. She's the toughest hunter I know. She had saved my ass on that ghost hunt,” Dean smiled softly at the memory.

"Then why haven't I met her? How did you summon her?" Sam started firing various questions at his brother.

"You don't know her 'cause she died,” Sam looked up at Dean in surprise, "And I don't know why I summoned her.”

"You had the pearl. It definitely has something to do with you Dean.” Sam frowned at the older Winchester.

"I don't kn-" Dean started to say, but stopped when he noticed Sam frowning at him, "I summoned her maybe because I wanted some more time with her. I loved her Sammy.”

Sam saw something in Dean's eyes he never thought he would see. A small smile was playing on Dean's lips and his eyes shone with a sliver of happiness in them. Sam understood in that moment how important you were to his brother.

"Come on, let's go and properly meet Y/N", Sam said and went back to the library of the bunker,Dean following him.

"It's so nice to meet you Y/N!" Sam pulled you into a bone crushing hug suddenly.

"Can't breathe,”you gasped.

"Sorry,”Sam released you from his hug.

"It's nice to meet you too Sam.”

"I'll leave you two alone. Give you both some space.”

Sam left the room but not before your eyes met with him. His eyes were clouded with various emotions. You couldn't quite place a finger on them, but there was a sense of vulnerability in the way the boys spoke to you. You still hadn't met the 2020 version of yourself and you were dreading meeting her. She was you, but judging by Dean's looks, something bad had happened to you.

"Did I die?" You asked the obvious question. You always knew that your end was going to be bloody - that's what happened to most hunters, but asking about your death still made a shiver run down your spine.

Dean nodded slowly. You squeezed your eyes shut.

"Yes. You die, in front of me,” Dean said and hung his head in shame, "I couldn't save you. I broke the promise. I watched as the werewolf ripped your heart out. I couldn't"- Dean choked on his words.

"When do I-" you lips quivered at the thought of the inevitable.

"Sixteen years ago. On August 25th, 2004,”As Dean said those words, his voice was overwhelmed with sadness.

"So I died two months later and all this time you had to live without me", you said, gasping lightly at the thought. You got up from your seat and walked up to Dean.

"I couldn't do anything. I-I promised to keep you safe,” Dean looked up at you, your own eyes meeting the beautiful green eyes that you loved so much.

"'I'm sorry.” Dean pulled you towards him, pressing his face into your chest. You threaded your fingers lightly through his hair.

"'M sorry,” Dean said again, his voice muffled.

"I don't want an apology, Dean,” you said. Dean let go of you, a single tear rolled down his cheek. You went down on your knees, your face now directly in front of his.

"I know", Dean said, his voice strained, "I know you can never forgive me. It's all my fault. I-I should have protected you. I-" you cut off his words by pressing your lips onto his. You felt Dean kissing you back and you melted into the kiss. You finally broke the kiss when you felt your lungs screaming for air.

"Dean, I don't want an apology, because you have nothing to apologise for. My death was inevitable. Baby, we are hunters, that's the only way we will go out,”you cleared your throat, tears were streaming down your face too, "You need to understand it's not your fault. You need to stop blaming yourself. You need to forgive yourself.”

"I never forgave myself Y/N/N. I loved you so much. I still do. I still think about you every night. I-I still think how everything would have turned out if you didn't-" Dean said. Your heart broke for the man in front of you. He was Dean Winchester, he was your Dean but something was so different about him. He didn't seem as carefree as he was in 2004.

"What happened to you?" you asked the man in front of you. He looked like the shell of the man he once was. His eyes were now almost emotionless. Something terrible had happened to him. "What happened to you, Dean?"

"Heaven, hell, purgatory - everything.” Dean scoffed.

"Hey Y/N? I hope you like pizza because we don't have anything else in here,” Sam chuckled while coming back to the library with a big box of pizza and three bottles of beer.

You nodded, glad that Sam came by to interrupt your conversation with Dean.

"So how did this whole summoning thing happen?" You asked, biting into a slice of pizza.

"The archangel Michael is riding shotgun in my head. We got hold of a pearl which fulfills your heart's deepest desire. I was using it to cast Michael out of my head which resulted in summoning you,”Dean said and shrugged at you.

"Archangel Michael? What happened in these last sixteen years, boys?"

"So you boys saved the world, huh?" You couldn't help but feel proud for the boys. You were also feeling a little sad, knowing that you wouldn't be with the boys throughout their adventures.

"More than twice.” Sam said excusing himself when his phone rang.

"So what do you think?" you asked the man who was stuffing his face with pizza. You giggled at his childish behaviour. All these years, and he hadn’tchanged at all.

"Thinb abaf whap?" Dean asked with his mouth full.

"This. What if this is a second chance?" You asked.

Dean swallowed down his food.

“Second chance for a Winchester, that's rare,”Dean scoffed.

“What if this is the second chance? You deserve it, Dean. You both deserve some happiness in your life,”you told him

“Uh-guys, I think we have a problem. See this”, Sam came back to the library and showed the video that was playing on his phone to you and Dean who gave you a ‘I told you so’ look and turned to his brother.

“What? I always knew you were a nerd but this is- what is this? Welcome to Sam Winchester’s TED talk?” Dean scrunched up his face in disgust when he heard Sam talk about the benefits of eating Kale, “Dude, this is weird - even for us! But you are here with us, then who is that Kale loving weirdo?”

“I think it's a temporal paradox,”Sam said.

“A temporal what?” Dean asked.

“Y/N from 2004 is zapped to 2020 so the timeline is correcting itself. If Y/N doesn't die, I never went back to hunting life because you both searched for Dad and killed the yellow eyed Demon and that means”-

“That means Mom doesn't come back and you become this Sam ‘I love Kale’ Winchester,”Dean cut off Sam’s words and completed the sentence himself.

“So how do we get this back to normal?” You asked the brothers.

“No, you are not serious about going back...I don't wanna lose you again, sweetheart,”Dean croaked out.

"I know. But if I don't go back, you will never get Sam back or your mom. It's me against your mother and brother.” You cracked a smile at Dean.

“I guess destroying the pearl will send you back,” Sam said.

“Let's do it then.”You swallowed thickly. You didn't want to leave Dean but it was wrong. This wasn't your life. You should be dead.

“No please, let's think this through. There has to be another way. We can make this work.” Dean pleaded.

“De, I know how you're feeling. It's honestly killing me to say goodbye to you, but you gotta understand, you have lived sixteen years without me - that's your life. This isn't your life. You gotta let me go,”you said.

Dean pulled you into a tight embrace. He clinged onto you as if his life depended on it. You pressed your lips on Dean's head.

“Dean look at me.” You cradled his face in your hands, making him look up. His eyes were starting to tear up. You had never seen Dean Winchester like this, and it shattered your heart.

“I know even if I say it, it won't make things better but it will be okay.” you softly said. Dean let go of you but pulled you into a bruising kiss.

“Do it Sammy.”Dean said after breaking the kiss.

Sam took the pearl and placed it on the table. He got a bowl to smash the pearl.

“It's okay. I love you.” you said, pecking Dean's lips one more time.

“I love you too.” Dean said and Sam smashed the pearl.

Dean continued to hold onto you until you disappeared into thin air and his hands were only holding onto air.

“I am sorry Dean,” Sam said, “you were truly happy for once.”

“I was because she was the best thing that had ever happened to me.” Dean said.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Safe Haven 9 + 10

A Maze Runner Fan Fiction

Pairing: Thomas / female OFC Setting: After the end of ‘TMR - Death Cure’ Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful. In parts 9 and 10 we learn why Kasey doesn't think Thomas is right for her and and someone returns... Warnings: smut/sex/porn (in some chapters), swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, 18+ readers only Credits: TMR-Characters don’t belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards/headers are from pinterest. Face claims: Blake Lively, Parker Hurley, Lupita Nyong'o, Taylor Momsen. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I’m going to remove the pictures. Beta by the wonderful @hell1129-blog Thanks for your support! xo

Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

When Kasey was lying in her bed that night she was so confused it made her feel dizzy. She just couldn't stop thinking about Thomas. Not only after tonight. It had been like this for weeks now - every single night. Since the night he'd made her omelet and Cupid's arrow had aimed for her heart.

After meeting him for the first time at the beach she had considered him to be nothing but a himbo. A handsome face and a lame brain. But she'd soon realized he was so much more. A smart guy, very mature for his age, sensitive, caring and loyal to a fault. He had this very thoughtful, emotional, brooding side, still hurting from all the tough shit that had happened to him, but he also was a flirt, funny and full of ideas, making Kasey laugh all the time with his silly jokes and stories. And they shared not only their sense of humor but the view on life, having the same values, the same visions. It took him only a few days to conquer her heart by storm and to make her realize that she was seriously in love with him.

It wasn't the first time since Cole had died, that she felt something for another man. There had been a little flirt going on with Parker for a few weeks before their missions had started. It had been close to getting physical but being the responsible and sensible man he just was, Parker wanted them to wait before dating and going further than flirting till they both were back safe and sound. But she didn't think about dating Parker anymore, she only wanted to be with Thomas. At least till the day she had an enlightening conversation with Sam. Sam was in her early twenties, a very pretty woman with a breathtakingly curvy body, part of the nursing team and not really a friend but someone Kasey liked to be around and to have a little chat with.

"So you work with Thomas now, don't you?" Sam asked her one day, when they were doing their laundry in the laundry shack.

"Yes, I do. He helps me with the library."

"Lucky you."

"Umm...yes. He's nice."

"Nice? He's hot. And he's a good fuck."

"Excuse me?" Kasey said, her eyebrows shooting up.

Sam laughed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to shock you, but he is." she gave her a wink. "I mean just in case you're in need of something physical, he's your guy. He's easy to have and he won't be a pain in the ass afterwards."

"Really?" Kasey said, feeling very uncomfortable about the direction this conversation was taking.

"Yeah. No strings attached. Never. He doesn't do relationships."

"Oh." was all she was able to say.

"Yeah. Got his heart broken when his girlfriend died, poor boy."

"Teresa?"

"Yeah, I think so. He was with Anne for a few weeks after he came here. She was his first...you know what I mean..." Sam smirked. "But Anne ditched him because she found him boring and since then he's just screwing around. Flirting like crazy and jumping anything with a heartbeat and boobs. Has broken a few hearts but it was the bitches own fault. He never promises anything but one night of good fun."

"And you? Did you sleep with him?"

"Yes, and it was great. He knows how to satisfy a woman. Lasts very long. Great package too. You should give it a try, Kay."

"Nah..." Kasey said, nausea rising in her stomach. "Not interested."

"Still waiting for Parker to return?"

"Yeah, something like that." Kasey mumbled, feeling her hopes crumble to dust.

That was the day she'd buried her feelings for Thomas deep inside her heart, locking them in and throwing away the key, refusing to think of him as more than a friend anymore. She didn't change her behaviour towards him, not wanting him to realize something was different. It wasn't his fault that she was stupid enough to fall in love with a man his friends called Casanova.

By day her self-deceit worked just fine but by night her body betrayed her. The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak and so almost every night after a lot of tossing and turning, her thoughts circling around him, she had those very steamy dreams. From secretly watching Thomas jerk off in the shower or getting eaten out by him at the beach under a sky full of stars to getting fucked by him hard from behind, bent over a table in the library....all this and more they did in her dreams and it left her so horny in the morning it almost physically hurt.

But she still managed to pretend she was getting over him. At least till he'd kissed her, till she'd kissed him back. Feeling him so close, his lips on hers, their tongues touching, his hands on her skin...it had brought it all back and there was no point in denying it anymore. She loved him.

The next morning, when Thomas entered the library for work he was a nervous wreck. Thinking about the conversation he was going to have with Kasey scared the fuck out of him.

She was already there, going through a pile of books, looking tired. Thomas assumed she'd got as much sleep as he did last night, meaning almost none.

"Good morning." he said with a shy smile.

"Good morning." she answered, avoiding his gaze. "How are you?"

"Well...to be honest...not so good..."

"Of course. I'm sorry." Kasey looked down on her shoes, kicking invisible little stones away.

"So we better start working, huh? There's a lot to do." she turned around, concentrating on the books again.

"Kasey..." Thomas stepped closer, touching her shoulder to make her look at him. "We need to talk about last night, don't you think?"

She turned around, facing him, looking him in the eyes for a short moment.

"I said all I had to say last night, Tommy." her voice was weak.

"But I didn't." He swallowed heavily before clearing his throat. Standing so close to her didn't help so he took a little step back, giving her some space. She immediately crossed her arms in front of her chest defensively.

"Kay! Tommy!" they suddenly heard Vince shouting before he came storming into the hut.

"Guys...quick...to the beach." he said, leaning against the door frame out of breath. "They're back!"

"What? Vince, what are you talking about?" Kasey asked dumbfounded.

"It's Parker, hon. Parker's coming home."

Fuck, was all Thomas could think.

Jogging down the way to the beach they heard the ship tooting it's horn several times before even seeing it. When they arrived, half the camp was already gathered on the shore, cheering and waving. Vince and Kasey went down to the beach where Marjorie, Quincy and even Carson were waiting for them. Joe was standing in the water knees deep, awaiting the dink with Parker and his crew in it. Thomas joined his friends who were standing on a little dune to have a good view on the spectacle.

Minho grabbed him by the arm, dragging him right beside him. "And?" he whispered. "Did you talk to her?" Thomas just shook his head, frustration clearly written all over his face. "Shit." Minho said. "Yeah...we were interrupted by Vince..."

"Hey guys, you miss the show." Gally pointed at the beach. "Here comes the man of the hour."

Thomas turned around, watching the guy who had to be Parker Higgins jump off the little boat hugging Joe tightly. Wading ashore he was all smiles, waving at the cheering crowd. He embraced all of his friends one after another and when it was Kasey's turn, for a terribly long moment Thomas thought he was going to kiss her, but to his big relief he just hugged her as warmly as the others, although pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Wow...look at him. What a snack." Harriet, a very pretty brunette with long dreadlocks said with a smirk. She and Sonja were Aris' best friends, watching over him with vigilance like big sisters. "Snack? He's the whole damn meal! What a hottie." Sonja raised one eyebrow, licking her lips.

"Oh come on, girls. He's not that handsome." Thomas groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, he is." Brenda answered back dryly.

"What the fuck, baby. Are you kidding me?" Frypan stared at his girlfriend flabbergasted.

"Sorry, babe. Of course not as handsome as you." Brenda cooed, kissing him on the lips. Frypan smiled, returning the kiss with feverish passion, causing Jorge to frown and Aris to nudge them. "Guys...get a room." he laughed and everybody but Thomas joined in.

Down at the beach Kasey still couldn't believe Parker was back. But there he was, in all his greek-god-like perfection, wearing nothing but cargo shorts, hanging low on his hips, showing off his v-muscles. His toned body was suntanned, his wavy wheat-blonde hair a sexy mess, his handsome face beaming with happiness.

"So, how's everybody doing?" he asked, not even waiting for an answer before dragging his friends into a group hug. "God, I missed you guys so much."

"We missed you too, Higgins." Marjorie said smiling. "We almost started to think you cleared out, living on a lonely hidden island with your little harem now." she added with a smirk, nodding at his all-female crew, Janine, Cara and Sloane, three of the strongest and toughest women, Kasey had ever met.

Sloane started laughing. "Fuck, Marge. You know even Parker isn't man enough to keep us satisfied all on his own."

"Hey! You better not challenge me." Parker grinned, turning to Vince then. "So we're gonna need some help with unloading the ship, we have tons of stuff on the old lady."

"You should have sent me a radio message, Parker." Vince said with a frown. "We're not really prepared for your return."

"Oh come on, man. You know I love a big entrance." his charming smile was disarming.

"Sure." Vince laughed. "We'll find a solution. But first let me introduce you to the WCKD kids."

"Aren't they all WCKD kids?" Parker asked, spreading his arms, turning around to all the spectators behind them.

"I'm talking about Thomas and his friends."

Vince scanned the beach, searching for them. "There they are. Let's go meet them."

***

"They're coming our way." Sonja said, adjusting her clothes and her long blonde hair quickly, a determined look on her sweet face. "He's mine, sisters."

"You better stop drooling, sweetie. I'm sorry, but there are rumours going round that Parker and Kasey are a thing." Harriet asked to consider.

"They're not." Thomas threw in, his voice surprisingly sharp.

"How do you of all people know that?" Harriet wanted to know.

Thomas just shrugged, trying to play it off, knowing his jealousy would be showing if he said another word.

He was saved by Joe who was calling them.

"Come down here guys, we wanna introduce you."

They climbed down the dune gathering around Joe and the others.

"Hi, I'm Parker." Parker introduced himself, a million dollar smile on his attractive face and Thomas felt the urgent need to punch him on his perfect nose.

"And here we have my badass crew: Sloane, Cara and Janine." The three women waved in unison, greeting them with a short nod.

Minho nudged Thomas discreetly to make him introduce their group too. He took a step forward, clearing his throat.

"Good to meet you guys." he said, managing to fake a smile. "My name's Thomas and these are my friends Minho, Gally, Frypan, Brenda, Jorge, Aris, Harriet and Sonja."

They exchanged their hellos and did some smalltalk about how the mission had been and how things were going in the camp. Thomas let the others carry on and stepped back trying to get a little closer to Kasey who was standing besides Quincy, unusually quiet.

She noticed him and gave him a sheepish smile. "You okay?" Thomas mouthed, trying not to interrupt the current conversation between Cara and Carson who were talking shop about something Thomas not even roughly understood.

She nodded, her smile genuine now, which helped Thomas relax immediately. "You?" she mouthed back. He gave her a "thumb to the side", wiggling his hand indecisively, nodding in Parker's direction, mimicking his thousand-watt-smile which made Kasey laugh and Thomas' heart skip a beat.

"So what are we gonna do about the cargo now." Vince's full dark voice interrupted the lively chit-chat.

"My team can help unload." Gally said.

"Mine too." That was Minho.

"My team can take care of the transport from the beach to the storehouse." Jorge offered.

"I'm gonna take care you're not gonna starve." Fry said with a big grin.

"My team wants to help too." Kasey said. "It's just Thomas and me but we can carry things around and lend a hand when needed."

"Wait..." Parker said, a mischievous smile on his lips. "You really found someone who's as crazy about books as you? So you and kiddo are team bookworm now, princess?" he placed an arm around her shoulder, dragging her into a side hug which made her blush. Princess? Kiddo? Thomas thought, feeling anger rise in his chest. What the fuck... asshole.

"Fuck you, Parker." Kasey said laughing, slapping him on the arm.

He leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear. "I'd rather let you do this, Kay." Unfortunately he whispered not quietly enough to conceal his words from Thomas who was standing right beside them, almost dying from jealousy.

"Are you done flirting now, man?" Joe interrupted them, obviously a little annoyed. "We have a job to do."

"Sure." Parker said, giving Kasey one last wink.

On their lunch break after a morning full of hard work they all sat at the beach together, enjoying Frypan's delicious chili and freshly-baked bread. Thomas was sitting with his friends but he kept on looking at Kasey, giving her little smiles, that she returned. A funny wordless dialogue unfolded between them, just composed of glances, winks, gestures and facial expressions, brightening up her day and once again it became clear to her, why she loved this man so much. The thought caused a stinging pain in her chest, reminding her of the fact that she couldn't have him. Wouldn't have him. For reasons she couldn't really remember in moments like this, when he confused her brain with all his adorable dorky perfection.

"Mind if I join you?" Parker didn't wait for an answer before sitting down next to Kasey, ending her little telepathic conversation with Thomas. He looked tired and exhausted, although Kasey knew he would never admit it. He took a bite of a big piece of bread and a sip of water before turning to her. "It's good to see you again, Kay. I really missed you." His smile was genuine and warm.

"We missed you too, Parker. You and the girls. I'm happy you made it back in one piece."

"Well, I owe you a date, so I had a very good motivation to stay alive." he looked her in the eyes, his smirk flirtatious now. "And I really hope you missed me a little more than the rest of my crew."

"Yes, of course."

"Good." Parker gave her one of these winks that used to do things to her, that used to make her want him badly, but on this morning it was nothing more than a wink. A wink she returned without feeling it.

"Joe said you're making good progress with the library. You and that boy...what's his name again?"

"The name's Thomas and he's not a boy, Parker." Kasey said with a frown.

"He's not really a man either, is he? More like a pup." Parker teased her with a grin.

"Well, he was man enough to survive the maze trials, the scorch and the breakdown of the last city. Not to mention that he freed Minho from the WCKD headquarters." Kasey snapped.

"All right, all right,Kay...no need to get mad at me, I'm just teasing you." he raised his hands defensively, a surprised frown on his face.

"Yeah...sure. Sorry. I didn't mean to snap, Parks. It's just...Tommy's been through a lot, he's anything but a greenhorn and he deserves some respect."

"Ok, I'll remember that, princess. I promise."

He gave her his best puppy-dog eyes, making her laugh.

"So about that date..." Parker said looking at her expectantly.

"Right...." Kasey replied hesitantly, clearing her throat. She knew she owed him at least one dinner to tell him that things had changed over the last few weeks. That she didn't feel the way about him, she'd felt 9 months ago. That she wouldn't date him.

"I think lunch break's over." Parker interrupted her thoughts, looking around, noticing everybody was about to return to work. "Why don't you come over to my place tonight? Let's have dinner together and talk unhurriedly. Let's call it our first date. What do you think?"

"Sure. I'll be there." Kasey answered, feeling her heart sink.

When Thomas made his next try to talk to her alone later this afternoon, he found Kasey at the beach with the dink, fumbling on a thick rope she was trying to untangle, lost in thought. It was the first time since hours that they weren't surrounded by dozens of people and so Thomas took his courage in both hands and approached her.

"Hey Kasey."

"Thomas." she hardly managed to smile.

"What's up? You look downcast."

"No, I'm fine...just untangling this fucking rope." she said, throwing it away angrily.

Thomas caught it, starting to unravel it without problems. He handed it back to her, cocking his head, knowing exactly that something was off but he didn't want to pry.

"Thanks, Tommy." She looked at him and there was something in her eyes he couldn't quite read.

"Listen, Kay. About last night, there's something I need to tell you."

"Yes?"

"Yes." he cleared his throat. "I should have told you last night, but when Quincy joined us..."

"Speaking of which..." Kasey interrupted him, pointing to the dunes where Quincy was coming down the path together with Joe and Carson.

Thomas took a deep breath, trying not to curse.

"Well, maybe this is bad timing. Why don't we meet at the library to talk later? When we're done here."

" I'm sorry, Timber, but I can't. Parker's invited me over for dinner...." she pressed her lips together, looking at him remorsefully. "I see..." he answered flatly, not even trying to hide his disappointment.

#tmr #tmr fan fiction #tmr thomas #tmr thomas x ofc #maze runner #maze runner thomas

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title: chance encounter pairing: settsu banri/fem!reader rating: g (general) premise: on a perfectly normal morning, at the perfectly flourished breakfast table, taichi asks banri a perfectly off-putting question.

"ban-chan, how the heck is your hair so silky?!"

Banri usually starts up his day skirting everyone else in the lounge to be the first one in the showers. Unlike most of the men that reside in the Mankai dorms, he actually takes the time to scrub down every niche in his body until it's squeaky clean. But, oh, don't even get him started with the intricacies that came with taking care of his hair. That conversation is something none of the members of the troupe (except, maybe, Azuma) are ready for, and he likes to keep it that way.

But on a perfectly normal morning, at the perfectly flourished breakfast table, Taichi asks Banri a perfectly off-putting question.

"Ban-chan, how the heck is your hair so silky?!"

The neo gangster, as Yuki typically calls him, just finished shrugging on his school blazer when he casts Taichi a bizarre look. He has a notepad and a textbook in front of him, balancing a pen in his fingers as he stares back at Banri expectantly. The little brat is in the middle of cramming his homework, and he has the audacity to distract himself like that?

"Conditioner," is all he says in return, grabbing one of the toast slices Omi left for them.

Juza scoffs from where he's stuffing his face with pancakes on the other end. "That ain't very helpful."

"I wasn't fucking talking to you, Hyodo," Banri grates at him dismissively.

"Banri-kun," he hears Sakuya calling out from the lounge, where he and Masumi are already slinging their schoolbags across their shoulders. "You ready to go?"

He spares Taichi a minute nod of the head, telling him to stop doing his homework the day it's due before picking up his own bag. Then, he gives Juza the finger, earning a momentary scolding from Sakyo, who just happens to pass by when he does it. Then, after a few words in farewell bid to those who don't work nor study—Citron delaying their departure a little because he'd wanted to show how to make a blade (braid)—the Hanasaki High boys were on their way.

"So noisy," Masumi mutters as he pulls the door behind him. "But if it was the Director, I wouldn't mind."

Sakuya laughs, leading the way for the three of them. "There's never a dull moment in the dorms, huh?"

As they traverse the short distance to school, Banri hangs back a little when Sakuya asks Masumi about the younger boy's literature class. Their conversation fades into background noise in his ears as he let his eyes wander around the neighborhood. But when they pass by a familiar intersection, Banri instinctively flickers his gaze at the tall, white house in the corner lot—a girl in a dark green uniform closing the gate behind her.

You're preoccupied with something on your phone, oblivious to the three boys that are walking past your house—him included. But given that Ouka High is the opposite way from where they're headed, he doesn't even get the chance to slip in a quick hello.

Well, it's not like you'd remember someone like him, right?

"Ugh, this sucks!"

A week after Banri moved into the Mankai dorms, he found himself facing a rather pressing dilemma: the shampoo provided for the troupe members made his hair disgustingly greasy.

And that was how he wound up at the nearby grocery store, grumbling about how cheap that yakuza, Sakyo, was being with their commodities. If you want something else, buy it yourself, he told him. Giving the old man the last word might have let his pride take a hard blow, but it was a small price to pay for comfort. He'd rather kiss ass to the cheapskate than live another day with greasy hair.

But when he reached the toiletries section, he realized another thing.

The brand he used at home was something his sister imported from another country.

"Having trouble picking something out?"

Banri cast a withering glare at the girl who dared to point out his predicament, but his irritation morphed into curiosity when he noticed that you donned the familiar green of the Ouka High uniform. The next thing he noticed was the way your shiny, luscious hair cascaded down your shoulders, as smooth as a waterfall. He retracted his hostility for a minute, wondering if you could be his saving grace. Banri was good at a lot of things, but he didn't want to make any gambles with his current conundrum.

"Yeah," he answered hesitantly. "Uh, do you know which brand doesn't make your hair oily? Shampoo brand, I mean."

You blinked up at him for a second, confused, before your eyes lit up with realization. "Ah, O'Real is a really nice brand. Makes my hair really bouncy." To demonstrate, you swished your head around, making your long tresses sway with the movement in a dazzling fashion. "But you can't just settle with the shampoo. It's better to buy the value pack with conditioner over...here."

Plucking one of the aforementioned value packs, you handed it to Banri without much preamble. He glanced at the price tag stuck to the bottom, and he had to force himself not to wince with how much it'll cost him.

He was momentarily spared from his monetary concerns when he noticed you struggling to carry the basket you held in both hands. It was filled with an assortment of products ranging from laundry detergent to cold cuts. While he usually didn't offer girls his help lest they asked for it, Banri decided to make an exception.

"You need a hand with that?" He flicked his gaze downwards.

You flushed at his offer, shaking your head (his eyes staring a bit too long at the way your hair moved once again). "Oh, no, no! I couldn't possibly bother you with—"

"Come on," he said, clicking his tongue as he plucked the basket from your grasp. "I ain't taking no for an answer. Consider this as...payback. For helpin' me out."

Relenting, you folded your arms across your chest, smiling up at him cheekily. "Would you at least tell me your name, then?"

"Settsu Banri," he replied coolly. "You still headed to the other aisles?"

"Nope. I remembered last minute that I still have an unopened bottle of conditioner at home," you sigh, giggling at him. "You're not very delicate with girls, are you?"

He stiffened for a moment. Well, you weren't wrong. His sister was one of the toughest women he'd ever seen, and even though he didn't expect every woman to turn out the same way, Banri never once treated girls like fragile glass. His raucous behavior around them prompted most of his female classmates to steer clear of him—not that he'd minded, but this was the first time someone had spoken the words to his face.

"What about you?" he wondered gruffly in hopes of switching up the conversation. "What's your name?"

"(Surname) (Name)," you told him with a cheeky grin. "Shall we go, Settsu-kun? I mean, you'd want to wash your greasy hair as soon as possible, right?"

His mouth hung agape with disbelief as you happily pranced out of the toiletries section—leaving him with the realization that there were people aside from Juza that could pick a fight with him.

And, surprisingly, he'd let this one slide.

"You know (Name)?"

Okay, he didn't expect Juza to react like that when Banri decided to ask him about you when his roommate arrived at home.

"Yeah, I ran into her at the grocery store a few months back," he says, ticked off. "What's it to ya?"

"Stay away from her," Juza tells him off sharply as he swings his school bag up to his bed. "I mean it, Settsu. Fuck around with me, I don't care. But I swear to god, if you touch my cousin—"

Banri does a double-take on that one. "Cousin? How much fuckin' family do you have, Hyodo?"

"A lot," he replies like he doesn't want to talk about it, but Juza's glare doesn't ease up and for a minute, Banri feels a genuine spite emitting from his roommate. The neo gangster sighs, twirling his phone in his fingers. He sort of knew that asking Juza about you would be a stretch even if you both went to the same school, but how the hell was he supposed to know that you were his goddamn cousin?

After you checked out your groceries that day, you managed to scam him into carrying them for you to your house as well. You were quite the charmer, he had to admit. You'd smooth-talked him into doing your bidding so easily that it was hard to imagine you being related to the mumbling nervous wreck of an actor that was Juza.

It was a chance encounter, he thinks. He could have gone to a different grocery store at a different time at a different date, yet he was there specifically when you found him glaring at the shampoo and conditioner on the shelves. Banri doesn't believe in shit like fate or destiny, but it was a little freaky when he'd seen you again this morning after Taichi asked about his hair—months since he'd last seen you.

"If it means anything, she's always been going to our shows, though," Juza mumbles a few minutes later, catching Banri by surprise. "She's been curious about the guy that's been pickin' fights with me all this time, and I told her it was the one who played Luciano in Picaresque."

"O-Oi!" he yells out. "Don't sully my name before she can even properly meet me!"

"Why do you care?" Juza challenges, brows raised with curiosity. "I thought you didn't give two shits about girls."

For the first time, he can't offer up a single retort. In a battle of wits, he thought he'd win against Juza in every instance, but now...

"Fuck off!" Banri shouted at him, storming out of their room as he hid the blush creeping up his neck from his roommate's view.

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pixelfun20 · 4 years

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Flower Fields: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Notes: Again, all credit to @give-grian-rights (hope you don’t mind the tag!) for the concept! Thank you so much! Also almost forgot to post this on Tumblr rip.

No fighting wars, no ringing chimes

We're just feeling fine

Tubbo started out by building his starter base.

It was a concept he’d learned about while living with Xisuma, and it was quite a good one, too. After all, megabases worthy of Hermitcraft’s admittedly lofty standards often took months to build, and he’d need somewhere to live in the meantime. In Season 6, he’d neglected that fact, and had suffered his fair share of mob deaths before he put up four walls and a ceiling to protect himself, back when he’d left to live on his own. And that was with a small, quickly-thrown together base, not the project he was currently planning.

Still, even setting up the basics of his starter base took a few nearly sleepless days. Finally, the framework for the build, a treehouse spanning more than a few trees at the edge of the forest, was up, and Tubbo was finally able to place a bed down in safety and sleep for a solid fourteen hours straight.

Xisuma dropped by, quite literally, a day or so later.

Tubbo had been sitting in his quickly-expanding living room, sorting through the loot he’d gotten from yesterday’s day-long mining session when he swooped down through the half-finished roof. While he was still wearing his bee-themed armor, now there were two glider-like wings, shimmering purple, strapped to his back.

“Heya, X,” Tubbo greeted the admin with a wave, closing one of his chests. “You got elytra already?”

“Tango and I defeated the Ender Dragon yesterday,” Xisuma replied, touching down softly. Tubbo made an ‘ah’ sound, recalling the achievement he’d seen out of the corner of his eye the other day. Right; he’d forgotten about that. Trust X to be as efficient as possible and defeat one of the toughest monsters in the world just for the ease of travel.

“I’ll have to go endbusting soon, then,” he said, more to himself than X. Before the elder man could protest (ah, he was getting good at noticing when he was going to), he added: “Stress and xB have already asked me to go with them, so don’t worry , alright?”

“Good,” Xisuma sighed. “It’s never a good idea to go out on your own, especially since this’ll be your first time seriously exploring the End.”

Tubbo rolled his eyes good naturedly. To be fair, he hadn’t gone out to the End before it had been conquered before. He’d had a fair few trips last Season, mostly with X, but it was generally for the XP farm once it’d been set up. He’d never left the main island before. Now that he had considerably more freedom at the beginning of the Season, he was excited to go exploring.

“Anything bring you over?” He asked, changing the subject.

Xisuma nodded. “Yeah. A bunch of the others are getting together for some sort of wrestling tournament this weekend.”

“And I’ve been invited?!” He grinned, clapping his hands together.

“As the referee.”

“Ah,” he pouted. “Darn.”

“Don’t worry,” Xisuma chuckled, setting down a shulker box. “It can be a lot funner to watch sometimes; I’m just going to be part of the audience, too. I think Doc wanted you because he thinks he can bribe you.”

“He can not !”

Xisuma raised an eyebrow. “Area 77.”

“Oh, that’s not fair. I am completely unbiased!”

“And that was why you became their lawyer and not for all the cool experiments they had. I don’t think Cleo has forgiven you for defeating her in court.”

“No one can defeat Big Law,” Tubbo sniffed, faux-offended, and Xisuma laughed. “Well, I’ll show him!” He declared, crossing his arms. “I’ll just have to make sure he loses, then!” Xisuma blinked, and he laughed. “Kidding! Kidding!” Mostly .

“So you’re going?”

“Sure! It’s nice to see the Hermits all in one place, anyways. What’s in the shulker?”

Xisuma tilted his head teasingly. “What do you think? Someone had to get the supplies for our honey farm.”

Tubbo gaped. “You’re ready to build farms already?! Man, and I thought I was ahead of the game with just having my base halfway done.”

The armored man shrugged, looking about the partially completed build. “Well, you’ve certainly put more effort into this than me. Truly, your building skills are already improving. I love how you’re styling the roof with peaks like you are; it looks like it took a while.”

“My last house had a roof like that, too,” Tubbo reminded him, glancing up as well. It had become a tradition, of sorts, to build curved, peaked roofs onto his builds. Last season it had been one of the few things he’d built slowly to make look as good as possible. In all honesty, it was his own way of honoring the person who’d made it possible for him to come here, to have a life worth living once again. Rushing through the technique just felt disrespectful.

“Yes, but you’ve definitely gotten better.” Xisuma bent down over the shulker box, checking its contents. “Do you have any good ideas for where to make the bee farm? I’ll admit, I’ve been a bit too busy to scout out a good area.”

“Really? Then where’d you get these guys?”

“Tree farming in the desert.”

Tubbo snorted into his hand, and he could practically feel Xisuma’s embarrassment. “Well, you did say you hadn’t scouted out a good spot.”

“Indeed I did.”

“I can take a look around here and see what I can find. Meadows are supposed to be excellent places for farming bees, right?”

“Indeed it is,” Xisuma agreed. “Do you have plans for your megabase, yet?”

Tubbo nodded, grinning. “And trust me, it’s going to be awesome .”

............

Two days later, a chicken appeared in his base. Tubbo found it laying an egg in what was starting to become the base’s storage area, with one of his shirts nearly ripped to shreds in what appeared to be a makeshift nest.

There was a nametag wrapped around its leg. After some chicken wrangling and a few feathers to the face, he got a good look at it and realized there wasn’t a name written there, but a set of coordinates.

A set of coordinates rather far away, but who was he to turn down such an intriguing mystery?

With the chicken now renamed Wilbur and placed in a pen (he’d needed a chicken farm anyways), Tubbo set out that morning with a few supplies to find the spot he was looking for. After crossing a fair bit of forest and ocean, by the next day he’d found himself cutting his way through the underbrush of an overgrown jungle and wondering why in the world Stress had wanted to wait a week before going to get their elytra.

He pushed a few low-hanging vines out of the way, checking his communicator for the upteenth time. He was getting closer, now. This better be worth going out a few hundred chunks in the middle of nowhere—hey, wait a minute!

There was smoke in the distance. He could just make it out through the leaves, and now that he concentrated, he could smell it, too. Tubbo rushed forwards, pushing through the brush to see several man-made wooden pillars sticking out. As he pressed forwards, he made out a semi-stone floor, several chests, and a small fire in the middle, explaining the smoke.

“What is this?” He asked himself, looking around the place. The coordinates were right, and yet no one was here. Just this outpost in the middle of the jungle.

Tubbo walked around. There were some papers pinned to the wall, and a few dispensers lying around. Idly he pressed the buttons on them, already starting to form a plan to enact revenge on whoever made him travel over a day to get this place.

He pressed the button on the dispenser in the middle of the build and nearly got an arrow to the face.

Tubbo yelped, his reflexes, honed from a half year of training, the only thing saving him from a sudden death. A bell rang behind him, but it took him a few more moments to calm his racing heart.

“Not funny! You nearly took my head off!” He shouted to the jungle. Still, he didn’t leave, instead turning to the bell the arrow had his, examining it. Huh.

There were some cookies in one of the chests, probably left behind by whoever had actually built the place. He nibbled on it, only half hungry, as he tried to examine the place better.

“HERMIT CHALLENGES!”

Tubbo shrieked , dropping the remains of his cookie as the voice rang through the forest air. He looked around, trying to find the source, but found that he couldn’t.

“INITIATION!”

A diamond-clad figure dropped out of the vines above, landing with a firm thud on one of the ground dispensers. He nearly lost his balance before righting himself with a huff.

“Mumbo!” Tubbo exclaimed, a little annoyed but mostly impressed.

“INITIATION!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. “HERMIT CHALLENGES! YOU ARE BEING INDUCTED.”

“How long have you been up there?! It took me over a day to get here.”

“No matter, Mr. Tubbo! Congratulations! You’re in!”

“...Thanks?”

“Of course, my friend! You have been inducted into Hermit Challenges! Of course, you could have eaten the entire cookie—” he glanced down at the crumbs at Tubbo’s feet. “But besides that you have acted perfectly.”

“Wait, what is Hermit Challenges?” Tubbo asked, blinking. What? This version of Mumbo was almost nothing like the Mumbo he’d seen at Spawn a mere week and a half ago. Who used chickens to deliver messages? Or perch in a tree for supposed hours on end?

Okay, he had to admit, that last one was pretty funny.

“Oh, it’s a game I’ve made up,” Mumbo continued. “Iskall and I have already had a go at it, and I figured I’d invite you next.”

“...Alright, then. How do I play?”

“It’s simple! Write down three challenges and put them in the dispenser. Then we’ll pick one at random from each other.”

Mumbo reached into one of the chests on the ground, taking out a sheath of paper and passing three to him with a pen. Tubbo looked at him, and Mumbo grinned.

“Go on! I’m sure you’ll have something fun in that head of yours.”

Ah, he was right. Tubbo gave in with a smile, leaning back and thinking briefly about what he wanted to challenge Mumbo. A few ideas came to mind, and he quickly scribbled them down, pushing them into one of the two dispensers on the side of the small build, Mumbo doing the same.

“Alright, then!” Mumbo announced with a smile. “You go first.”

Tubbo stepped towards Mumbo’s dispenser and clicked the button, causing a slip of paper to slide out. He unrolled it, then read it out loud.

“‘Steal everyone’s front doors for the rest of the season.’ What? The whole season?!”

Mumbo laughed. “Oh, that one! Man, you got the hardest one from me!”

“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you’ll get from me.”

“We’ll see,” Mumbo said with a chuckle. He moved across the platform, and pressed the button the dispenser Tubbo had put his challenges in. The dispenser whirred, and then another slip of paper popped out. Mambo picked it up and read off of it, face contorting as he did so. “...‘Act like you don’t believe in the moon for the next two weeks, and claim the sky is a hologram put up by the SCA (Secret Chickens Agency) to keep us from seeing the real overlords- the sky chickens.’ What?”

Tubbo snickered at that, covering his mouth with one hand. Oh, he was proud of that one.

“No, seriously, this is awfully specific.”

“What? It’s funny!”

“Funny for you!” But Mumbo was smiling, and Tubbo grinned back at him.

“I’m going to be having a fun few weeks,” he giggled.

“So am I,” Mumbo agreed with a raised eyebrow, tucking the slip of paper away. He clapped Tubbo’s shoulder. “I suppose I’ll have to make up a good story to go with this prompt.”

“And I have some doors to steal!” Tubbo laughed.

“Whoever gets the first complaint in chat wins?”

“You’re on!”

#tubbo #tubbolive #hermitcraft #mcyt #xisumavoid #mumbo jumbo #hermit challenges #fluff #Hermit!Tubbo AU #watcher!tubbo #it took me like a month but hey I updated

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kstewdeux · 4 years

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InuKag Week 2020: June 11th (Desire)

@inukag-week

Posting a day early is a thing I’m just doing now I guess.

Born to Run

Desire is the starting point of all achievement. It’s not a hope, not a wish but a driving force that overrides all obstacles. And one little girl desired one thing above all others.

“Where we going?” a tiny little girl in a bright green kimono asked a little too innocently as she trailed behind one of her favorite people in the world. The man in question sighed heavily as he stopped mid-stride and glanced over his shoulder with affection clear in his amber eyes. It was an expression few had witnessed and even fewer were the recipients of. Maybe, just maybe, the bitter half-demon had a favorite niece. Which was probably bad and which would probably bite him in the ass one day but it was what it was. Minato was bookish and quiet and while more than willing to go along with her sister’s rough housing would much prefer painting to play fighting. Kasumi, on the other hand, was all action and energy and go go go all the time. She had no fear and it was endlessly endearing. Terrible for her parents but fantastic for him. The little one was truly a girl after his own heart.

“What’s all this about ‘we’, huh?,” Inuyasha laughed as he arched a single brow. It was purely rhetorical, of course. The little one had accompanied him on his daily runs for the last three months at least. It started as an attempt to calm her down and give her parents a break but now it was routine. A much appreciated routine. It had been getting harder this past year. Almost three years had now passed and the well still wouldn’t let him go through. Which meant Kagome couldn’t get through either. And with his friends’ happiness only growing while he stood still, it was nice to know that out of that happiness came a little being who thought her uncle was the best thing ever.

And truth be told, Inuyasha hadn’t given up hope that he’d have his own happy ending quite yet and he considered his interactions with the twins as practice for...for when Kagome did come back and...and he had a little girl of his own. Or a boy but preferably a girl. Babies probably weren’t all that different when they were small but hell, they might and he would much rather stick with what he knew.

Grinning sheepishly at his question, Kasumi toddled up to him and extended her arms.

“Up.”

“Just a perimeter run, okay?” Inuyasha informed her as he plucked up the little girl, planted her firmly atop his shoulders and tilted his head slightly to loosen his hair, “You remember the drill?”

“Stay quiet. Stay still,” Kasumi whispered excitedly as she wiggled her butt and wrapped her tiny arms around his forehead, “No ears.”

“If there’s a bad guy?”

“Roly poly,” she swore softly as she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Go real fast.”

“Always do kid,” Inuyasha chuckled before launching forward at full speed. It’d probably make Sango and Miroku angry as hell but yeah, he’d fought and killed a few demons while in the custody of their child. But come on! It wasn’t like he went looking for fights and if they encountered a demon what else was he supposed to do? Run?

It had taken a few times to figure out the best way to protect a tiny wiggle worm. Thus the ‘roly poly’ technique was born. Let go. Curl up. Get tucked inside the shirt. Stay that way until it’s safe.

Wasn’t like it bothered the kid. She was probably the toughest two almost three year old he’d ever had the pleasure of encountering. Besides her mom killed demons. Her dad killed demons. Her uncles both killed demons. She was gunna kill demons and be damn good at it. She had to learn what that entailed at some point.

“Stop. Stop,” Kasumi whispered urgently and Inuyasha instantly came to a full halt as his ears twitched madly.

“Do you sense something?” he asked barely above a whisper as amber eyes scanned the foliage. It was usually around this age spiritual powers first started appearing so Miroku had told him. The monk’s eyes had been pretty much glued on Minato for months now because he had hedged his bets that the calmer twin would have spiritual powers but Inuyasha....

Inuyasha knew that calmness had nothing to do with spiritual powers. Kagome had been feisty and strong and fearless and one of the most powerful priestesses ever born. How quickly Miroku appeared to have forgotten...

Must be nice.

“No, I have a question,” Kasumi humphed as she unhooked one leg and began awkwardly sliding down his arm, “How did you get so fast?”

“I, uh, I’m just built that way I guess,” Inuyasha laughed softly, “You know demon blood?”

“No,” Kasumi challenged as her tiny feet landed on the wooden bark, “Because Shippo would be fast then.”

Barely repressing a snort, Inuyasha adjusted himself so he was partially reclining against the tree trunk - one knee bent and one leg outstretched as he pulled the tiny girl into his lap.

“Everyone’s different,” Inuyasha reassured the upset little girl, “That doesn’t mean they’re better or worse. There’s all sorts of things that you will be able to do that I can’t do.”

Her little brown eyes widened as she breathed like the world made sense again, “Like eat curry and not turn red.”

God dammit did she have to be so fucking cute?

“Exactly,” Inuyasha snickered, “You’ll be fast one day but not as fast as me and that’s okay. You’ll do all sorts of things that’ll make you special.”

“Well I’m gunna be fast,” Kasumi huffed as she gave him a suspicious glare, “What did you do to go faster?”

“I...I, uh, actually thought I just explained that? You know...half-demon...” Inuyasha replied uneasily as he mentally played back his little speech before making a small noise of understanding, “Do you mean how I train? Guess I just run a lot. Strech and stuff.”

This seemed to appease her.

For exactly five seconds.

“The tree thing,” she continued as she gave him an adorable once over, “How did you learned to climb trees?”

Inuyasha had to bite his lip to keep from grinning.

“That I can teach you,” he offered affectionately, “But you’ll have to start with little trees because you’re little.”

“No I mean jumping,” she huffed in cute baby exasperation, “You jump really high.”

“Well you’re human so you can’t jump like I can,” Inuyasha replied as his grin faded. He had a feeling answering this particular question wrong would have him answering later for a broken leg, “You, um....so demons are built to do that and humans aren’t.”

“So your babies would be able to jump,” Kasumi concluded bitterly and Inuyasha’s heart constricted. First of all, how had she made that connection and second, just because hope was there didn’t mean...didn’t make it as strong as it once had been. Sighing heavily, his eyes clouded over for a minute as he allowed himself to remember full force Kagome in all her glory before locking that image away where it couldn’t hurt him anymore.

“I’m not...” he tried shakily before he shook his head and forced a smile back onto his face, “Yeah, if I have babies one day, they might be able to run fast like me.”

A piece of his heart cracked at the realization that there would most likely be no babies. She hadn’t come back and she would have by now if it was possible. Inuyasha knew she would have. And it wasn’t like...like he wanted her to spend the rest of her life alone waiting for him. He wouldn’t hold it against her if she moved on to better things. He didn’t want Kagome to suffer like he was. If Kagome didn’t come back, it would take him forever to move on and...and well frankly, he would never really be able to let go of the woman who literally traveled through time. She’d been born to meet him and he’d been born to meet her and....and that had been accomplished. Early on, he’d thought she was born to be with him but...but the longer time passed the more he believed he’d been misreading the signs. They’d met for a purpose and that purpose had been fulfilled. Anything more than that was asking too much. The delusional concoction of a lonely mind.

“Could Kagome jump?” Kasumi asked skeptically and Inuyasha’s strained, vacant smile faltered. He had thought....they’d discussed not telling the little ones about Kagome until they were older. He told them not to tell the twins until they were old enough to understand but they apparently did it anyway. But they’d promised him...

“How do you know about her?” he asked wearily as his stomach churned.

“Shippo told me who the lady in the picture was,” Kasumi replied evasively and some of the uneasiness in her uncle’s stomach faded, “Could you...”

“What picture?” Inuyasha asked with a hint of desperation and Kasumi fidgeted nervously, “Kasumi, what picture?”

“I didn’t steal it. I found it,” she mumbled miserably - obviously thinking he was upset at her and assuming the worst, “I did. I was digging and...

“No, no I’m not mad,” he reassured her, “You said you found ‘it’. What is ‘it’?”

“A necklace,” she whispered as she looked down at her hands and began wringing them, “It had pictures of you and a lady so I asked Shippo and...”

Inuyasha’s nostrils flared as he realized. The locket. Way back when, he’d lost it pretty much immediately because he’d been careless and not paying attention and it’d been raining and...and he just assumed he’d lost it during a battle or something and only noticed later on. He’d written it off when he couldn’t track the scent despite a lot of sleepless nights and then Kagome seemed to forget about the damn thing so he just....never mentioned it again for fear of upsetting her.

“Can I have it?” he asked softly and Kasumi glanced at him with a small pout, “I lost it a long time ago. I’d really like it back.

He could see her mind trying to figure out a way to keep the pretty thing she’d found.

“Just the pictures. That’s all,” he amended, “You can keep the necklace part.”

“Just the pictures?” Kasumi breathed and he nodded. Giving her Uncle an appraising look, the little girl finally countered, “You can have the picture of her.”

Inuyasha wanted to laugh at how begrudgingly she said that. And his heart warmed a little that his niece wanted to keep the picture of him. Weird but cute.

“Deal,” he promised as he fluidly got to his feet and scooped her onto his hip, “Now let’s finish the run, okay?”

“You’ll see. I’m gunna be faster than you one day,” Kasumi informed him, “I’m gunna.”

“I bet you will,” Inuyasha snickered as he placed her back into his shoulders, “Hang tight.”

It was a few months of ridiculously adorable training sessions and one new brother later that Inuyasha was stuck babysitting while Sango and Miroku did laundry. Kasumi was normally excellent at following the no ear rule but her sister never seemed to get that memo and because of that Kasumi thought if Minato was touching the ears they were fair game.

“Can you do something about the twins?” Inuyasha hissed angrily before flinching slightly when they pulled a little too hard.

“Sorry Inuyasha. Girls leave him alone,” the slayer sighed like that would actually make a difference which it didn’t! Sango probably knew it didn’t too and just thought...

Inhaling sharply, Inuyasha’s heart pounded in his chest as he deposited the slay happy twins on Shippo and took off without another word.

“Do you think...”

“Couldn’t be...”

“He wouldn’t run like if...”

As her parents continued shuffling about and discussing what Inuyasha running off meant, Kasumi slowly got to her feet as she stared off into the distance with a very deep pout. So Uncle’s lady friend had come back, huh? Which meant she’d soon have cousins. Uncle loved this Kagome lady and Kasumi knew when you love someone babies happened. Or something. The details were a little unclear but however it happened Uncle’s babies meant trouble. Her little eyes narrowed as her pout deepened into a scowl.

“They better not be faster than me.”

Moments later, Kasumi found herself plucked up and heading to size up the model for her future competition. If this woman was strong and fast like Uncle, that would be a big problem.

“I hope she’s fat.”

“Kasumi!”

#inukag fanfic #inuyasha #inuyasha fanfiction #kagome #miroku #sango #inukag-week #kstewdeux #read more #inukag #fanfiction #fanfic

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friendship-ended-with-pokespe · 4 years

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Kirby and the Big Race in Dream Land! Chapter 3

Few days later, a spaceship with the TV staff and the filming equipment on board landed on Dream Land that morning. Surrounding it at a distance, Kirby, Waddle Dee, and the inhabitants of Dream Land were watching the spaceship. Burning Leo shouted in excitement.

”Uooohh, I’m so thrilled! I’ll be sure to win!” That sparked the inhabitants, and they all started clamoring. “I’m not losing!” “We’re getting nervous, seeing how this is our first time on TV!” “Let's go to the barber shop before the race!” Having descended in a row from the spaceship, the staff are all wearing matching shirts with the word “Comet TV” on it. Kizario spread both his hands and rushed over to them. “Oh boy, thanks for coming, you splendid staff!” “Young Master......” One of the staff complained with a tedious look. “Just what is the meaning of this, sir? You called us out nowhere......” “Zip it!” Stopping them in a hurry, Kizario berated them in a low voice. “Don’t call me young master here! Call me Kiza-P!” “Kiza-P? What’s with that?” “It’s short for Producer Kizario. Got it? Stop wasting your breath and listen to me.” “Aye, aye. But will it be alright, sir? If the CEO finds out that you planned a program like this on your own......” “Shut it! It’s fine, do as I say!” Leaving the staff, Kizario came before the residents of Dream Land. “The staff will construct the race course from here on. We start tomorrow morning. The meeting place is the plaza at the foot of Mt. Dedede. The participants are to gather on time!” Hearing him, the inhabitants of Dream Land were wide-eyed in shock. “Tomorrow? That’s quite sudden.” “I haven’t finished training yet......” “Doesn't the TV program take more time to prepare?” “Quiet. This is how I do it. Speed is everything for TV!” Kizario scowled at the citizens. “I’ll announce the rules in detail tomorrow. The winner will receive a splendid prize. Give it your best shot, you all!” The residents were hurt by the coercive attitude of Kizario, but cannot stand still once hearing the splendid prize. Everyone let out an exclamation in an instant. “Okey doke! I’ll do my best!” “I’ll be taking the prize!” “It’d be great if there’s a participation prize......” Turning his backs on the citizens in a hubbub, Kizari rushed back to the staff a second time. The staff are carrying out equipment such as cameras, microphones, etc. Turning towards them, he ordered in a low voice. “You’ll set up the courses for them to run all across Dream Land. You are not to leave even the smallest corner unnoticed!” “Young Maste......Kiza-P, Dream Land is ridiculously wide. It’s absurd to hold a race when we can barely even look around in advance......” “It’s fine even if it’s absurd! Do as I say!” Kizario threw a fit once again. The staff are accustomed to his caprice and petulance. Everyone sighed and went to their respective positions.

The following morning: The inhabitants of Dream Land showed up at the square at the foot of Mt. Dedede. The TV cameras are installed as if encircling the inhabitants, where the staff are on standby. The residents all became aware of the cameras and were filled with gusto. Burning Leo spits out some balls of fire and is warming up. Cappy takes off his hat and is shining it. Capsule J2 walks back and forth in front of the camera and is trying to make himself conspicuous. Walky’s voice then reverberates. “Good morning! At long last, it’s the beginning of the much-anticipated ‘Dream Land ✰ Extreme ✰ Heart-Pounding ✰ Big Race!’ Reporting live is me, Walky! The commentator is the No. 1 superhero adorned by the whole universe, Mr. Meta Knight!” “......At your service.” Replied Meta Knight in a discontent voice. “For starters, Mr. Meta Knight, please tell us the highlight of today’s race.” “Hmm......I can’t say for sure. Break a leg, everyone.” “Who do you think will be the front-runner!?” “Well, I’m fine with anyone.” “I see, that was a very helpful commentary! Thank you so much! Now then, let’s interview the participants of the race. To start off......ah, I would like to hear from Kirby doing warm-ups over there!” Walky drew closer to Kirby. “How are you doing, Kirby? Did you get plenty of sleep yesterday?” “Uhh, not at all! I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep for even a minute.” Answered Kirby cheerfully. With ”Ohh......” Walky let out a concerned voice. “So even you couldn’t resist the pressure of the race. I’m worried about your condition.” “No problem! I’m all peppy since I got plenty of sleep!” “But you didn’t get a wink of sleep?” “Uh-huh. When I came to, I kicked away the blanket, flung the pillow, and broke the alarm clock like always. That’s strange. I don’t remember doing that at all!” “That is strange. What do you make of this, Mr. Meta Knight?” “......You were probably only dreaming of how you couldn’t sleep at all.”

“I see! That was a shrewd analysis from Mr. Meta Knight. Well then, who to hear from next......” Right when Walky was about to look around, a figure approached him. It was King Dedede. He is all confident with his favorite hammer in one hand. His skin smoother than usual is probably from taking plenty of baths yesterday. “What are you doing, Walky? You can’t start without hearing from me, can you?” “Ah......uhh......you're right, Player Dedede. How is everything?” “You know it’s great! Going swimmingly is the only word in my dictionary!” “Wouldn’t that dictionary be......a defect......no, never mind. Who would be your toughest adversary in today’s race, Player Dedede?” “Humph, I have no adversary. They’re all just worthless small fries.” “You really are sure of yourself. That’s player Dedede for......” “Hold up. We ain’t letting King Dedede do as he wants!” An inadequate voice resounded out of nowhere. Turning around quickly, Walky let out a exclamation. “What a surprise this is! It’s the Meta Knights!” Axe Knight, Trident Knight, Javelin Knight, and Mace Knight were the ones to show up. They are Meta Knight’s lackeys. As one might expect, they are overwhelmingly stronger and pack a punch in comparison to Dream Land’s laid-back citizens. “You guys are taking part in the race too? So you also want to appear on TV, huh?” “Ha, we’re honorable Meta Knights, don’t lump us in with you.” Answered Axe Knight, holding his axe at the ready. “I don’t even have even the slightest wish to appear on TV! Still, this too is an important duty for Meta Knights.” “It’s because guys like you might pull a foul play. We don’t condone misdemeanors, where we came to keep watch so that the race is held in fairness.” “In no way do I want my mom back in my hometown to see me. I only came to carry out my mission as Meta Knights!” “Please watch us, my lord! We’ll give it our best!” Realizing the TV cameras, the Meta Knights did a fist pump. “......Sure. All the best to you.” Meta Knight encouraged his lackeys in reluctance. Out of excitement, Walky said with his voice trembling. “That’s what we expect from Mr. Meta Knight’s men, such trustworthiness! Well, it’s getting close to the start. Let’s hear the opening address from the producer, Mr. Kizario!” As the residents wowed and clapped, Kizario stepped forward. He too was dressed in an outfit even more sparkling and over the top than usual. In response to the cheers, Kizario raised his one hand and said in a pompous voice. “Ladies and gentlemen! Sorry to keep you waiting. At last, it’s the beginning of ‘Dream Land......uhh......what was it again......‘Something Something Big Race!’” “It’s ‘Dream Land ✰ Extreme ✰ Heart-Pounding ✰ Big Race.’” Corrected Walky in a hurry. Kizario kept his cool and nodded. “That’s what it was. Well, the name doesn’t matter. What’s important is the contents of the race. I will explain the rules of the race from here on.” The participants of the race quieted down and turned their ears to Kizario. “All athletes should pass through the maze arranged by the staff and head to the first checkpoint. All sorts of vehicles are prepared at the checkpoint.” “Vehicles? What vehicles are they?” Asked Walky, and Kizario put on airs and answered. “Prepared by my wonderful staff, they’re nothing but high-performance machines. Look forward to it. The one who reaches the checkpoint can choose the machines they prefer on a first-come-first-served basis. Spare no effort, since what machine you choose will be crucial.” The participants exchanged looks and murmured. “I’ve never drove a vehicle before.” “Me too. Will it be okay?” Kizario raised his voice and continued. “For machine driving, even beginners will be fine once they get the hang of it. Just relax. The athletes will get on the machines and take on the real race. Proceed through the course in accordance to the stop signs. All kinds of obstacles like......‘Superspicy Gourmet Challenge of Terror,’ ‘Soothing Music Challenge,’ ‘Alluring Sweets Challenge,’ and etc. have been arranged along the way. You can’t win unless you clear all the challenges.” The participants are making a commotion once again. “That sounds tough.” “Wouldn’t it be fine to just run?” “That’s such a bother-” “Quiet! A final hurdle awaits the brave one who clears all the challenges. This is the most important.” “What is the final hurdle?” “I'll save that for you to look forward to. I’ll tell you when you guys reach the final checkpoint.” “Huh? Don’t be snooty, tell us now!” Begged Kirby, but Kizario chuckled and shook his head. “A climax is to be set aside until the very end. Do look forward to it, since it'll definitely stir up the race.” “......Hmmm?” “Oh right, just one more thing that’s important.” Kizario looked at the participant’s faces. “Gentlemen, if you notice something strange during the race, let the nearest stop know of it at once.” “What’s the strange thing?” “That’s, well, you know......if a loud sound is heard, or if you feel a tremor......it could be anything, so notify the staff if anything happens. I’m warning you so that the race can proceed safely.” To avoid any more questions, Kizario said loudly. “Now then, let’s begin. I’ll be pulling for you. All athletes, on your positions!” Everyone stood on the start line in haste. Taking out a large cracker, Kizario announced spectacularly. “And now......ready, start!” Simultaneously with Kizario blowing the cracker, the participants made a start. ”Uoooohh!!!” “Out of my way!! I’m the first place!” “I’m not losing!”

Everyone shouted out loud in eagerness. Boarding a small airborne machine for live coverage, Walky went after the athletes. Meta Knight also got on beside Walky. “At last, ‘Dream Land ✰ Extreme ✰ Heart-Pounding ✰ Big Race’ has begun! I will be reporting live, and Mr. Meta Knight will be commentating!” “......Yeah.” “Right off the bat, we can see the first hurdle, a humongous maze! The athletes are rushing into the maze one after another! Oh man, in the lead is Kirby! As expected, he plunges into the maze with such speed!” “It’s my win!” Kirby rushed into the maze with fervor, but paused at once. His speed and power may be unmatched, but it’s a different story with a complex maze. For the maze is made up of white walls, and walls of mirror and glass. Nothing could be used as a landmark. In an instant, Kirby became lost. The exit can’t be seen, even as he keeps moving forward. What is more, he couldn’t even know which direction he is going in. “Huh? I went through here just now......?” As he looks around, the athletes are barging in one by one. Still, everyone were perplexed by the maze of mirror and glass, and ran helter skelter. Waddle Dee’s shouts were heard from somewhere. “Kirby, where are you-!? “Ah, I’m here, Waddle Dee!” While walking along the wall, he went toward where the voice was coming from, where Waddle Dee could then be seen from afar. “Ah, there you are, Waddle Dee~!” “Kirby!” Spreading both their hands, the pair shouted for joy and were about to rush over to each other, but: They didn’t notice the wall of glass between them. The two crashed into the wall at full speed. Toppling over at the same time, they were knocked out. Kirby and Waddle are not the only ones having a hard time against the glass walls. Here or there, people are bumping into the walls and mirrors and falling over one after another. “Owie!!” “An invisible wall in a place like this......! Dang it!!!” The maze is a vortex of screams. Needless to say, King Dedede was the first to lose his temper. “Dang nabbit, what a pain in the butt! This wall has some nerve getting in my way!” Raising his hammer, King Dedede destroyed the wall standing before him in one blow. “Hahaha! I’ll make a beeline to the goal like this!” Walking with long strides, King Dedede was smashing all the walls and mirrors in his way. The athletes are overjoyed. “Ohhh! Now that’s His Highness!” “With this, the maze is nothing to be scared of!” Having boarded the machine for live coverage and looking down, Walky let out a groan. “Holy smokes! There’s no meaning to the maze like this. Shouldn't Player Dedede be disqualified for penalty, Commentator Meta Knight?” “No, there isn’t a rule that says you shouldn't destroy the maze. It doesn't matter what measures you take so long as you reach the goal.” “Is that so......erm, the Meta Knights said that they won’t condone wrongdoings or so a moment ago, but......” Walky gave the Meta Knights a stare. Surrounding Dedede, the Meta Knights are in high glee. “Good, King Dedede! Smash this wall too!” “That hammer has its use sometimes~!” “I’ll help you out! Have a taste of my axe!”

Standing ready with each of their weapons, they find themselves destroying any walls they come across. “I repeat, there’s no rule that says that you shouldn’t destroy the maze. My men therefore aren’t making a mistake.” Said Meta Knight. “I see......there’s no problem then. We can see the endpoint of the maze now!” A bright light is shining through the shattered walls. With King Dedede at the front, the athletes are charging towards there. “Wahoo!!! I’m gonna win!” “Nah, this is only the first checkpoint.” “The real fight begins now~!”

Around then, at an extremely ordinary household in an extremely ordinary planet: “Daddy, there’s an interesting TV show!” A small boy called out to his father. Polishing his golf club, his father said with little interest. “Stop watching TV. Do your homework.” “I’ll do homework later. This show looks more fun. A race is said to be held in Dream Land.” “You should do your homework rather than watch TV......” “The residents of Dream Land have all gathered! They said Lord Meta Knight is commentating!” “......What? Meta Knight?” Laying his golf club, his father raised his face. “How unusual. I heard that Meta Knight is a swordsman known all throughout the universe, but hates to stand out. So he wouldn't really appear in front of others. I don’t believe that he would appear on TV.” Opening the newspaper, his father puzzled over it. “Huh......? That program isn’t in the papers. Is that a special tentative program?” “It started broadcasting just now. It looks fun. Let’s watch it together!” “Will do. It’ll be worth watching if Meta Knight is to appear.” The father and his son sat side-by-side in front of the TV.

It wasn’t just this household. Having a similar conversation, all the homes in the whole universe were turning their attention to the special program from Comet TV.

Having come out of the maze, the athletes made their way to the top of a low hill. Several machines of the latest models are lined up in a row. The TV staff explained. “These are called Air Ride Machines. They are super-high-performance for race use. Please choose one machine of your liking.” Whichever they were, the Air Ride Machines were all in good repair and sparkling in full radiance. Burning Leo, Cappy, Mr. Frosty, Capsule J2, and the rest of the athlete’s eyes glittered. “Wow, they all look so cool. I can’t choose!” “Which one should I go with......” To the wavering athletes, King Dedede was the one to shout. “Hang on a sec, you bozos! I’m the one that got out of the maze first. I have the right to pick first!” Swinging his hammer, King Dedede shooed away the other athletes and walked about leisurely while gazing at the machines. “Hmmm......it's so-so. None of the Air Ride Machines really suit me......” The king halted before one of the machines. Compared to the other machines, it is noticeably large and imposing. It was called Rex Wheelie, a bike-type machine. The king seems to be enthralled by it at first sight. Still, out of vanity, he gave himself airs without giving his honest impression. “Humm......would this be fine? I can’t say it suits me, but it’s the least-worse in comparison to the others!” As soon as the king mounted it, the bike started dashing on its own. “A-A-Ahh!? I haven’t done anything yet~!”

Screamed King Dedede, but the bike isn’t stopping. The bike rushed down the hill at breakneck speed. “The Air Ride Machines here are all designed to start running just by mounting on it, so that even beginners could ride it. Everyone here can just focus on managing the handle.” Explained the TV staff. “W-Will it be okay......?” The athletes are all nervous. But this was no place for them to waver. They each selected the machine of their preference. “I’ll go with this! It looks so fast and cool!” Seeing the Machine that Burning Leo chose, said Walky. “Based on the data at hand, what Burning Leo chose is......uhh......Formula Star! It’s a super-high-functionality machine with the top-class speed!” “Haha, I called it! It goes perfectly with me~!” Burning Leo mounted it, where Formula Star hummed at the same time and dashed down the hill. Walky shouted. “But it seems to be difficult to handle. It’s not very good at curving, so be careful when you turn!” “S-S-Say that before I get on it!!”

Burning Leo’s screams could be heard a little. Unable to turn, Formula Star collided with a large tree and toppled over. Having been watching him, the athletes were completely seized with fear. “I-I like the machine that’s easier to handle......” “I’m gonna go with this!” What Cappy hopped on was a beautiful machine shining in silver. Walky explained. “What Cappy chose is Jet Star. The machine is not very fast on land, but it speeds up wonderfully in the air!” True to his words, having boarded Cappy, Jet Star soared high in the sky right away. “So lucky......that jerk picked a good one!” The athletes all looked up at the sky in envy. However, what came down from the sky was a pathetic scream. “S-Stop!! S-Save me!! I-I'm afraid of heights!!”

As they watched, Jet Star became smaller and disappeared to the other side of the clouds. Walky continued commentating. “Cappy looks to have made a crucial mistake in choosing the machines. Best of luck to you all. Please be careful in selecting the machines!” “I’m going with this!” Axe Knight sprange at a machine. Walky busily turned over his document. “What Axe Knight chose is Shadow Star! It has high attack power, and destroying other Machines is its strong suit, making it a very frightening machine. As expected from Axe Knight, he’s taking an offensive strategy!” Axe Knight boarded Shadow Star as he grinned. “This machine’s cool since it’s shaped kinda like Lord Meta Knight’s cape~!”

“Ah, hang on, Axe Knight! I won’t let you steal a march on!” “I want that machine too!” “Let me get in as well~! Mace Knight, Javelin Knight, and Trident Knight jumped in at the same time. Shadow Star started to move slowly. “Get off, you guys. This is a one-seater.” Complained Axe Knight. “I want this too. You get off!” “What!? It’s first come first serve!” With the arguing Meta Knight on board, Shadow Star goes down the hill. Far from an exhilarating start, while sputtering unstably. “It looks like there’s too much weight. I wonder if the Meta Knights will be able to reach the goal safely?” Said Walky. Afterwards, boarding the machine of their choosing, the athletes went down the hill in succession. The machines may be of high-performance, but they are nothing but quirky. The screams of the participants can be heard all around. “Well, everyone is getting fired up. Who will be crowned victor......oh my, there’s an athlete that came late. It’s......Kirby, can you believe it!? Kirby, who was one of the front-runners, has a late start!” Kirby tottered his way to the checkpoint. He is carrying Waddle Dee on his back. Crashing into a glass wall in the maze, the pair were passed out. Kirby may have somehow regained his consciousness, but Waddle Dee is still worn out. Having no choice, Kirby had to carry him on his back. “There are two Machines left. Which will you choose, Kirby?” “Ummm......” Lowering Waddle Dee to the ground, Kirby compared the machines placed in a row. One machine shaped like a star and looked cute. The other machine was of a scooter shape. “I’m gonna go with this.” What Kirby picked was the one shaped like a star. Walky said. “What Kirby chose is Warp Star, an Air Ride Machine. Humm......this machine is quite ordinary and doesn’t have any characteristics. It doesn’t look very fast, where no one picked it.” Before getting on the Warp Star, Kirby spoke to Waddle Dee. “Waddle Dee......hey, are you alright?” With his eyes shut, Waddle Dee answered limply. “Uh......huh......Kirby, go ahead of me. I’ll catch up with you later.” “Really......? I’ll go then, but......sorry, Waddle Dee.” “No sweat! You gave me a piggyback ride all the way here!” Looking at Waddle Dee in worry, Kirby hopped on the Warp Star. Shaped like a yellow star, Warp Star floated up gently and started to move slowly. “It doesn’t seem to be capable of accelerating well. Kirby had a late start in choosing the Machines.” Said Walky. “No, that isn’t it. Have a good look.” Meta Knight pointed out. Just as it boarded Kirby, Warp Star began releasing a mysterious light. “Oh my? Warp Star began to shine. What can this be, Commentator Meta Knight?” “The Machine and the rider have something called a compatibility. Regardless of how outstanding the machine is, the rider with a poor match won’t be able to maneuver it. I guess the Warp Star is a great match for Kirby.” “I see! So Kirby got the machine that's just right for him!” With Kirby on board, Warp Star speeds up little by little as it descends down the hill. What stands in his way matters little, whether it’d be a large tree or a boulder. As if one with the Warp Star, Kirby avoided them effortlessly and put more speed to it.

Walky said in excitement. “What a superb handling technique! Kirby has made up for his late start right away! The anticipation is high in Kirby turning the tables!” Having the small airborne machine take off a second time, Walky and Meta Knight followed after Kirby. Kizario revealed himself at the top of the quietened hill. With the binoculars in his hand, he watched what became of the athletes and said to himself. “It’s a success......up to this point. Next up, I need to locate “that” quickly......before Kurron does......” “Young Master Kizario.” One of the staff approached him. Kizario turned around and said in displeasure. “I said to call me Kiza-P! I’m the producer!” “Yes sir, I’m sorry. The HQ called us just now.” “What?” “It looks like the ratings of this show have skyrocketed, sir.” “Seriously!?” Kizario’s face brightened up. “Yes. Mr. Meta Knight’s appearance must’ve turned into a hot topic. Although we were anxious because we had to shove it in as a tentative program......we might not get rebuked by the CEO if this keeps up.” “Forget rebuking, everyone is now seeing me in a positive light!” “He’s been called good-for-nothing until now. Luck has turned for the young master at last.” “It’s not luck. This is my true skill!” Kizario said with a bright face. “Alrighty, I’m sure everything will be okay from now. Follow me, everyone!” Jumping on the machine for staff, Kizario slid down the hill. Carrying filming equipment like cameras, mikes, and so forth, the machines followed behind him. The one left behind is......Waddle Dee only. Regaining his energy, Waddle Dee got up slowly. “A-Ah......everyone left......” Waddle Dee became disheartened, where he came trudging to the machine left all alone. It was Wheelie Scooter, a small green machine. No matter how you look at it, it seemed slow and the machine wasn’t picked by anyone. “This seems just right for me. I’ll take my time to not get hurt......” Waddle Dee mounted it, and Wheelie Scooter started rattling its way forth. It can’t gather any speed at all. Waddle Dee was at ease “There’s nothing to be afraid with this. I can’t go after Kirby and His Majesty, but it can’t be helped.”

With rattle, rattle......a calm noise resounded from Wheelie Scooter as it descended down the hill with Waddle Dee on board.

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cpd5021 · 4 years

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Unexpected Chapter 5

I still suck at descriptions. This chapter has toast....if you know, you know 😂. Thanks to @darkdisrepair for the inspiration on some of this dialogue.

Hailey entered the locker room, eyes instantly landing on Jay. It had been a rocky few days since they had found the baby in the suspects house. Jay had been keeping his distance, trying to give her the space to sort out her emotions. It had been a while since they had talked outside of work, a fact that Vanessa had pointed out earlier and spurring Hailey to brave this conversation with him now. She glanced around the room, assuring they were alone before moving to stand next to his locker.

“I uh, I have an appointment tomorrow morning.” Her voice came out barely above a whisper. Jay raised an eyebrow, silently asking what type of appointment, not able to ask it out loud. “A check up..” She continued, answering his unasked question. She watched him breath a sigh of relief and it broke her a little. “I was wondering....I thought you’d want to come.” Her throat felt thick as she steeled herself for the rejection she was about to receive.

“Of course. I’d love too.” He smiled up at her and she could breath again. She was afraid she had pushed him too far away and that she was going to lose him because of it. He saw the look on her face, quickly standing and pulling her into his arms. He held her tightly for a moment, not caring that they were at work and someone could walk in at any minute.

“Hailey,” He pulled away, keeping a grip on her shoulders to hold her close. “I love you. And I’ll support you, with whatever you need. I want this, with you. All of it. And I know we can do it.” His gentle words brought tears to her eyes and she tucked her head into his chest, seeking the comfort his embrace always gave her.

They left work, grabbing some take out and heading back to his apartment. It felt like it had been an eternity since she had been here, when in reality it was only a few days. They ate in a comfortable silence and then laid back on the couch, Hailey tucked under Jay’s arm as they relaxed. Hailey’s hands rested on her stomach, a habit she noticed herself forming ever since she had found out she was pregnant. She could hear Jay’s heart thumping in his chest and the sound brought her comfort. Hailey snuggled in closer before reaching for Jay’s hand and placing it between hers on her stomach.

“You really think we can do this?” She whispered, feeling her emotions already spiking.

“I do.” He gently tapped on her stomach, bringing a smile to her face. “I know that it’s not something you or I planned and it’s probably the last thing you wanted to happen....but I really do believe that we can make this work. I’ll be with you every step of the way.” His kind words brought tears to her eyes and she let them fall freely, dripping down onto his t-shirt underneath her.

“I’m scared.” Hailey knew that it wasn’t really a secret, Jay knew her well enough to have figured that out already. But it was the first time she had said it out loud.

“I know.” He admitted, proving her point.

“What if...what if I’m not good enough? Or I screw something up? Or the kid hates me?” Jay brought a finger up, placing it over her lips and silencing her. He shifted under her and moved them into a sitting position so he could face her.

“Hailey, you are the strongest woman I know, the bravest, the toughest, the most caring. If you love someone, you defend them to the hilt and everyone knows that about you. This baby, our baby, is going to love you so much and you’re going to be amazing. I know it’s scary and we’re way out of our league here...but it will be okay.” Jay leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her wet lips, tears trailing down her face. His thumbs softly scooped them away as he leaned back to look her in the eyes. She didn’t know if he was right, if this would be okay, or if this was something they could..or even should do, but when she looked at him she felt all her worries fading away. Like she had told him all those years ago, He looked at her and she got it. She would follow him blindly, wherever that may be. And even though she had never imagined they’d find themselves in this position, her words rang truer now than perhaps they ever had. She moved forward, bringing her lips to his, and started a lazy kiss against his mouth. He pulled her closer, shifting her body so she was curled up on his lap. His arms wrapped around her body and she felt safe in his embrace.

“I should probably go, I know Vanessa’s been worried about me. I still haven’t told her so she’s probably assuming the worst.” Hailey chuckled slightly at the thought of her room mates imagination running wild.

“True..” Jay said, holding her tighter. “Or you could stay here. We can ride to your appointment together and then into work. I’ll even make you breakfast.” He grinned down at her, selling his plan.

“Jay Halstead a chef?” She raised her eyebrows at him before laughing.

“I am a man of many talents.” He scoffed slightly but she knew he was teasing.

“Any other talents you’d like to show me?” Hailey slid her fingers under the collar of his t-shirt, trailing along the warm skin as her darkening eyes met his.

“I can think of a few..” He trailed off, immediately catching on to what she was suggesting. With no effort at all, Jay stood with Hailey in his arms, and walked them towards the bedroom. Her lips found his neck and drove him wild until he gently tossed her on the bed. His body crawled up the bed, hovering over hers as all thoughts of her room mate or worries from the day instantly faded from her mind.

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Hailey woke up, once again curled in a tangle of sheets, her limbs wrapped around Jay’s body. He stirred underneath her, already sensing she was awake. Hailey peaked her head up, blinking in the bright sun light shining through his window, and smiled at his puffy, sleepy face.

“Good morning.” She grinned, loving waking up to him.

“Good morning beautiful.” He returning her smile and rolling his eyes when she scoffed at his compliment. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay...but I haven’t actually moved yet and that’s when things tend to go down hill.” She tucked her head back against his chest.

“Well we don’t have to leave for a while now so feel free to lay away, I make a pretty good pillow.” Jay gently trailed his fingers up and down her arm.

“You do....” Hailey scrunched her face up when she looked back up at him. “But...”

“I knew there would be a ‘but’“ Jay laughed, flinching when she smacked his chest.

“Shut up.” She laughed with him. “I believe I was promised a home made breakfast.”

“You remember that huh?” He feigned disappointment, earning another laugh from her. “What are you in the mood for?”

“What are my options?” She knew he didn’t keep much in his cupboards so the choices would be limited.

“Hmm, pancakes?” He suggested, sighing when she shook her head.

“You’ll never top Vanessa’s.” Hailey teased, grinning when he rolled his eyes again.

“Waffles? An omelette? Chocolate covered strawberries?” Jay rattled off some more options.

“Wait what?” She laughed at the last item on the menu, feeling confident he didn’t actually have any strawberries stashed away in his barren fridge.

“Yea, that’s not actually an option.” He shrugged, feigning embarrassment. “Just trying to think of some romantic ideas.” That earned him another laugh and he smiled because he loved the sound.

“Romantic?” Hailey scoffed in her laughter. “Since when is breakfast romantic?”

“You’ve clearly never been hand fed chocolate covered strawberries while lying in the comfort of your own bed.” He shook his head as if that was the most normal suggestion in the world.

“And you have?” Hailey challenged, raising her eyebrow in question.

“Well....no. But it sounds nice.” He replied and she laughed hysterically at his response.

“Okay Hallmark, whatever you say.” She gently pushed herself up into a sitting position, grinning down at him.

“Hallmark?” He asked, looking confused.

“That is totally something fresh out of one of those corny Hallmark channel movies.” Her shoulders shook with laughter.

“I didn’t take you for a corny movie kinda gal.” He said, shifting to sit up beside her.

“I’m not!” She balked, knowing she had been busted. If she was being honest, she did enjoy a good corny movie marathon every now and then, but no one else knew that.

“Mhmm...” He smirked, seeing right through her. “So what’ll it be?” He asked, getting them back on track for breakfast.

“Umm....” Hailey’s stomach churned at the mention of food again. She had been fine until she sat up, immediately feeling her stomach start to swirl. “How about...I’ll be right back.” She jumped out of the bed, darting to the bathroom. Jay was right behind her, of course he was. As much as she hated him seeing her like this, she was thankful for his support and comforting touch. Once she was finished, Jay moved her back to the bedroom, situating her back into the bed and telling her to stay put while her brought her something to eat. Hailey couldn’t help but laugh when he walked back through the door a few minutes later with a few pieces of toast on a plate and two cups of coffee.

“I know it’s not that great of a breakfast-” His cheeks turning slightly pink as he recalled their discussion of romantic meal ideas, but she raised a hand, cutting him off.

“It’s perfect Jay.” Hailey smiled, taking a cup from him so he could get onto the bed. She picked up a piece of the toast and was thankful for the bland taste, knowing her stomach probably wasn’t ready for anything heavier just yet.

They finished eating and then jumped in the shower together, getting mildly distracted there when hands started to wander and causing them to have to rush out the door a short while later. Hailey was glad for the quick pace of the morning, knowing it was giving her less time to dwell on what they were about to do. Luckily, they made it to the hospital on time and Jay gave her hand a gentle squeeze before they got out of the truck. They squeezed themselves into the crowded elevator, both noting the close proximity of their bodies, before stepping out onto the floor with her doctors office. Hailey reached for his hand, her nerves starting to get the better of her. She held it tightly, feeling pretty confident that no one they knew was going to be on the obstetrics floor but moments later Jay quickly released her hand when he saw Will walking down hallway towards them. If he had noticed their intimacy, he didn’t mention it. Instead looking confused as to why they would be here on this particular floor.

“Hey!” Jay exclaimed, his voice an octave higher then it should have been.

“Hey Jay...Hailey.” Will nodded, giving them each a confused look.

“We were just..” Hailey scrambled for an excuse because obviously Jay wasn’t going to be of any use. “Following up on a case..with one of the doctors. He might know our victim..” Hailey nodded her head, hoping she was coming across convincing. She didn’t know Will well enough to know if he was buying her story or not but thankfully his pager went off at that moment and he was forced to excuse himself. They both let out a breath of relief as they watched him walk away.

“What was that?” Hailey exclaimed in an exasperated tone, shoving his shoulder gently as they started down the hall.

“What?” Jay shrugged, playing mock clueless.

“You were oh so helpful back there.” She raised her eyebrows at him, not really irradiated but more so amused.

“I...he...it’s Will. I panicked!” Jay rubbed at his neck, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. Hailey laughed at that and then her smile dropped when she realized they had arrived at their destination.

“Hey,” Jay stepped closer to her, sensing her nerves skyrocketing. “It’ll be okay.”

“It just....feels more real now.” Hailey swallowed hard.

“Yea.” Jay agreed, feeling the same way now that they were actually here. “Together.” He told her, taking her hand and pushing through the door.

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wordynerdygurl · 5 years

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Who's Sorry Now?

Summary: You and Loki have a disagreement, but it's nothing an apology can't fix.

Loki x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, a little size play, and dom/sub noncon

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"No, Loki. Not happening." Crossing your arms over your chest, you glared at The God of Mischief.

Plastering on his best salesman grin, Loki answered, "Darling! I think it's a very reasonable request. Won't you even consider it? For me?"

You lowered your arms and worried your bottom lip as you considered his words. Locking your eyes on his, you nod yes as you move towards him. When he wraps his arm around you, confident in his powers of persuasion, you rise up on your tip toes and huskily purr, "No fucking way, darlin'!" And you punctuate your displeasure with a hard shove against his ribs before storming out of the room.

That was three days ago and in front of half of The Avengers. Since then you'd done your best to keep clear of Loki and, really, anyone else. It wasn't your best moment since joining the team but you also knew that you weren't in the wrong, not about this.

Your rightness wasn't keeping your bed warm at night, however. You had the whole mattress to yourself and for the first time cursed it's king size. It was too big without a long, lean son of Odin under the covers. You didn't even want to sleep here without him.

Growling with frustration, you snatched up your pillow. With that and the throw blanket with Loki's face on it, a birthday gift from the Trickster himself, you resigned yourself to a night on the couch. At least those cushions would cuddle up to you. You could snuggle into thier softness and pretend it was the warm body of Loki.

To the living room, you thought glumly. Your hand was on the bedroom door's knob when it turned on its own. "What the..." you started but then Loki pushed passed you, "We have to talk."

No knock, no permission granted. Just strolling into your room like it was his, like you were his, a thing under his control. But he was nice to look at, you had to admit that.

Damn him. He was too handsome to be walking around here with barefeet. The grey sweat pants barely holding onto to his trim hips, a black tank top doing nothing to hide his wide shoulders, and that hair cascading down his back made your throat go bone dry.

"Talk?" You squeaked. After days of missing his physical presence, Loki was making up for lost time. He seemed to fill your room, sucking up all the air, making it hard for your lungs to work correctly.

Turning to face you, Loki repeated, "Yes, we have to talk."

His gaze flayed you raw. You had on one of his t-shirt, the hem dragging across your upper thighs, barely covering your boy short panties. And you were wearing those fluffy bunny slippers with the sagging ears, you were so adult and so childish all at once. Loki felt a familiar stirring low in his belly but forced himself to ignore it and you until he had his say.

Turning his back on you, Loki began, "About your tantrum..."

You were blinded by a flash of red hot anger. Your tantrum? "No. Nope. No fucking way. You aren't coming in here, uninvited by the way, and lecturing me about anything." Standing toe to toe with Loki, you weren't going to hold back.

Annoyance flashed through Loki's blue eyes, "I will lecture you and I will advise you and you would do well to listen."

Glaring at Loki with a growl you continue, "Ya know what your problem is? You always get what you want. It's bullshit and you know it."

Loki lifted his eyebrow, it was his only discernible movement. "Bullshit? Really? And your behavior? What is the word for that, darling?"

You didn't have a ready answer for that. Loki knew it too.

"Uh huh. I thought so." Taking a deep breath Loki forged on, "Look, I know you think my asking Thor to keep an eye on you when I'm away is... degrading? But I need to know that you're safe and honestly I don't trust anyone on this planet except for you. However, Thor is my brother... and his feelings about my past aside, he would never allow harm to come to you."

You twisted out of Loki's space wanting to put some distance between you two so that you could think straight. You realized why you were so pissed in a burst of clarity and felt your shoulders sag. Loki thought you weren't capable of handling yourself.

Turning your back to him, your voice low, you say, "I can take care of myself, Loki. I've been doing it for years. Since before I ever met you, I somehow managed to keep myself alive."

Reaching for you, Loki captured your wrist and held you firm. "I know, you foolish, head strong woman. Can't you see that's why I want someone looking after you if I am not able to?"

When you turn, facing him fully, Loki can see the shine of unshed tears in your eyes. Shifting his tone, he chides you, "Darling, you are no longer on your own. People around here rely you. They need you! I need you!"

"Ha!" It's a mirthless sound and you hear Loki sigh. After years on your own being with The Avengers was welcome but you had found it hard to shake your lone wolf mentality. The idea of leaning on someone instead of yourself was the scariest thing you could think of, and entirely out of the question.

"What will it take for you to believe me? How can I make you see just how much I worry when I can't touch you, or hold you? And what would I do if something happened to you? Have you ever considered that, my darling? Did you ever think of me when you were pouting and pushing, angry that I offered you my love and protection?"

Advancing on you like a hungry wolf during your dressing down, Loki had cornered you and you were normally smarter than that. You were trapped against the wall by Loki's smoldering anger and his imposing presence. And still you wanted to push back. Your hands balled into fists, ready to fight Loki if you had to, refusing to back down from his challenge, unwilling to give in to The God of Mischief.

Your wide legged stance and squared shoulders gave you away. Loki wasn't expecting you to submit, not without some sort of explanation, but he hadn't considered how hard you'd hold out. And here you were waiting to strike, ready to battle him if it meant you didn't have to bend to his one request.

"Loki... don't." Like a rattlesnake vibrating, you warned him that you were ready to strike.

"ENOUGH!" Slamming his hand into the wall beside you, Loki bellowed his frustration and you flinched at the ferocity of it. You thought you were battling smarmy Loki, sweet talker, silver tongued persuasion master. Furious Loki was another animal all together and truthfully, it shook you. Loki took advantage of your moment of doubt and grabbed your hands, forcing them over your head.

You snapped and squirmed like a fox in a snare. "Let go, Loki!!! Let me fucking go!!"

"Not a chance, love." Loki's strength was more than you were used to, him being a God and all, but this wasn't fair. You were rarely at a disadvantage with an opponent, much less one who'd seen you naked so many times, and you found it infuriating.

"God dammit, Loki! What do you want from me? What?" Loki was so close now that shouting wasn't necessary, but you did it anyway. Even as you jerked and twisted in his solid grip, you knew the only way out was through, but you weren't ready to concede just now. All your struggling had managed to do, beyond provoke Loki, was cause your shirt to ride up, exposing your soft belly. Loki longed to stroke that silky skin once more but not when you were gnashing your teeth like a shark on a hook.

"What I want, dear one, is to be with you forever. And I won't be able to do that if you're dead." Pausing dramatically to press his hips into yours, Loki observed, "Since I have certain responsibilities on planets other than this, I simply want you to allow any other person you know to check in on you until I can get back to you. Back to the toughest, angriest, meanest Midgardian woman I happen to love."

"What?" You froze in place, physically stunned by Loki's words. Then Loki crushed his lips to yours, sealing your squeals between your mouths. He licked your lips, eager to slide his tongue down your throat, but you refused his entry. So Loki did what any mischievous man might, he pulled your earlobe with his teeth and whispered in your ear, "Open up to me, little one. Please just let me love you the way I know you need me to."

His free hand brushed up your bare tummy not stopping until it cupped around your breast. Under your night shirt Loki rolled your hardening nipple, pinching it tighter and tighter while pulling it away from your body. The stretching burn you felt made your knees buckle and you were almost glad that Loki was holding you up because otherwise you'd be on the floor.

Your body flushed with heat, lower lips flooded with arousal, slick with your desire. It had been three days without Loki and your libido was making up for lost time. When Loki nipped at that spot where your collar bone dipped you couldn't help the sigh that escaped you.

Ever watchful, your God seized the moment. He pushed into your mouth with his tongue at the same time his hand began rubbing your mound over your panties. Head spinning, moans bubbling out of you like water out of a fountain, your body responded to every stroke of Loki's. In a part of your mind that was getting harder to hear you knew you should be mad but Loki had just tugged down the waistband of your boy shorts and oh my God! His deft fingers were ghosting over your clit.

Loki traced the line of your slit with his slim digits breaking your kiss to tease, "My, my... did my pet miss me?" You answered, "yes..." so softly that Loki almost didn't believe you had said it.

He released your hands in that second. One arm behind your neck, the other under your knees, Loki swept you off the floor and swung you towards your waiting bed. Laying you down easy, Loki wasn't too far behind, and you felt the mattress dip under his weight.

Dragging your shirt up by the hem, Loki pulled it off you with little effort. You felt the chill night air on your soaked skin and knew your panties were gone. Loki even ripped your bunny slippers off, and finally having you bare before him, smiled down at you. "My fierce warrior queen. So beautiful, so angry, so mine."

His kiss was hungry and you arched into it, meeting his need with your own. Your hands yanked his tank top over his head, ruffling his hair, as your desperate mouth took more and more from him. Rising off the bed, your hips sought out his stiffening steel, anxious to have Loki inside you.

Wasting no time, Loki shimmied out of his sweats, and you gulped at the sight of him hard and unyielding in front of you. "Loki... I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry." A sob hitched in your throat. You didn't want to ruin the moment but you also wouldn't be able to enjoy Loki's attention without making amends.

"I know you are, dove. Now, on your knees, and count."

Loki's open palm connected with your naked rump in a loud smack! "One!" Your eyes burned with hot tears and your core contracted. Two and three were close together, the sting making you moan out thier numbers. By seven your ass was hot to the touch, your voice raw and your pussy was aching with emptiness. Loki swiped his hand across your drenched folds causing you to jump. "You are so wet. I think you like it when I spank your bottom. Do you?"

"Uhh... yes... Yes!" Loki plunged two fingers inside of your tight canal, coaxing you closer to your orgasm. You shuddered when Loki curled his fingers against your sensitive walls. You groaned when he removed them from you entirely, leaving you empty and wanting.

"Not so fast, dearest. Open." Loki pushed those same fingers over your parted lips. "Taste yourself, taste just how much you want me. Aren't you delicious? Do you see why you're precious to me?"

Between Loki's wicked words and the flavor of your nectar filling your mouth, you were starting to feel the building charge of electricity in your core. That humming of power which signaled your climax was slowly growing in volume.

"You cum when I tell you, is that understood, little one?" Loki always seemed to know when your body was sending out sexy signals but you are disappointed. You huff around his fingers, cross at his denial but you understand that playing this game will pay off in the end.

"Understood?" Loki's free hand grips your chin and forces your head up.

"Yes." You drool. His fingers now free of your juices, Loki holds your head still, his thumb pressing your tongue down. Flashing your wide eyes up to his as he brushes your full bottom lip with his heavy thumb, you hear Loki's silken murmur, "You look unbelievably sexy, kitten." And you practically purr like one at his praise.

Loki presents his hardened cock for you to enjoy and you mewl with pleasure. He's thick and long, already beaded with precum. You reach forward tongue first, licking the sweet release from his sensitive head before swirling your tongue around him. Loki bucks his hips forward and suddenly you're taking him deeper, hollowing your cheeks to accommodate his size and using your fist to keep up the friction where your mouth can't reach.

Loki controls his pleasure by wrapping his hands in your hair. A tug this way, a tug back, holding you still as he pumps into you, not settling on any rhythm, just using you as he sees fit.

"On your back." Growling Loki pulls out of your mouth with a pop and shoves hard on your shoulder. He's between your legs, his quick hands coasting over your milky thighs, his thumbs spreading your lips, exposing your secret skin to the cool air.

"You cum when I tell you." Loki reconfirms your directive as he positions himself at your tight cunt. You're so wet and waiting that he enters you further and faster than he'd intended.

"Loki!" You almost shout at the fullness of him inside of you. He laughs roughly, "I know, you're such a slut for me. It's one of the things I love about you!" Without wasting any time Loki is slamming himself hard into your molten center. You realize this fuck is about his pleasure first, yours second. The pace he sets is fast and firm, your breasts bouncing with each inward drive, wetness running between your ass cheeks with every withdrawal.

"Say it again!" Loki commands. "Wha... what? Say what?" You're confused and fuzzy brained from lust.

"Tell me how sorry you are... make me believe you!" Loki never lets up even as he's giving you orders.

Pitifully you whimper, "Loki! I'm so sorry baby! I was wrong! I... I know you're trying to keep me safe... I'm sorry, so so sorry!"

"You are? You seemed pretty angry earlier." His hips stutter, changing his angle just enough to draw a squeak from you. "I was... but I apologize. I'm sorry baby, so sorry that I messed up."

"Cum for me. Do it! Right now kitten, cum on my cock!" Your body clenches tight around Loki who is buried to the hilt inside of you. Spasms of satisfaction shake you both as you come apart around each other.

You pull Loki down for a kiss, fucking his mouth with your tongue, as you both ride out your climaxes. Flopping down next to you, Loki pulls you into his chest. Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, his breathing heavy still, Loki says, "I do love you, you little brat.", a smirk playing over his lips.

"I know. I love you, you big bully." You pant against his ribs, "Just make sure Thor knows that I can handle myself. I don't need him to babysit me."

"Babysit you? Of course not. I want him to make sure you have those little cookies you like so much and that you're not watching Stranger Things without me." You realize then just how off the mark you've been about this Thor situation.

Loki laughs, "Babysit you... Ha! You could take him in a fair fight, no question... But if trouble does come, he'll have your back." Searching your eyes with his blue ones, Loki adds, somber now, "That's all the comfort I'm taking with me on this mission, you know. The idea that you'll be safe and warm and waiting for me here when I get back. Without that... well, I don't know why I'd even bother."

You pull him into your arms, eager to ease his worries. "I'll be here. I'll be waiting." You tuck a strand of black hair behind his ear and kiss his cheek.

"Next time, let's try using our words first." Loki teases you sweetly.

"Maybe next time explain yourself instead of ordering me around?" You counter.

"Ok. I can try that." Nodding Loki agrees.

"Ok. Me too." You mirror his movement, a shy smile playing over your lips. Sitting up with a grunt, you add, "But if you think I'm not watching Stranger Things while you're gone, you're crazy."

"Do it, darling, and you'll be sorry."

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If It Wasn't for the Nights || Alain and Kaden

TIMING: Not long after Knowing Me, Knowing You LOCTION: Cemetery PARTIES: @carbrakes-and-stakes and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: Alain and Kaden meet up for some slay therapy

Alain was not ready to be alone with his thoughts right now, or be caught staring blankly into the distance as he tried to make sense of his life, and so, on this lovely summer night, the slayer was not waiting for spawns to show, but actively looking for them, trusting his hunter senses to lead the way. There were not many ways to find flederprey, but so far, only stray spawns were to be found. Not exactly the toughest opponents, but they managed to keep him busy, and that was enough. Still, as the feeling of having undead around him dimmed out, he found himself once again alone with his thoughts, hearing the things she said to him. He also remembered Kaden’s warnings, and how he had ignored those. Minutes passed, and Alain was starting to regret accepting to see his friend.

Hunting vampires was far from Kaden’s specialty, but he was certainly not inept. And if a fellow hunter asked for help, he’d never say no. Especially not a friend. “Hey,” he called out to the slayer who was sitting there, sullen and sulking. Kaden went to make a quip, tease or jostle him, but something felt off. Something. Right. He knew damn well what was off. What he didn’t know was how to deal with it. Feelings weren’t his forte. “Didn’t know what we were looking for so I brought just about everything.” He had his shotgun on his back, as always, even if it wasn’t the most useful for the undead, it made him feel better, there was holy water in flasks with him, a few stakes, his usual roster of knives. “You want to talk about it or you want to start slaying?”

His regret dissipated as he watched Kaden approach. It had been a while, and he was probably to blame for that. Working on making relationships work was obviously not his strongest suit. Alain couldn’t help his smile as his friend explained that he came prepared. This was no surprise. The beast hunter was not one to fuck around, and it must have been why they got along. Their argument hadn’t been really pretty, but Kaden’s opinion mattered, which was why he had not told him yet to fuck off, no matter how much he wanted to sometimes. Still he wondered if he should have told him about Evelyn. She was the kind of person Kaden hunted after all. One could hope that with time, worry would fade, and that so would feelings. “Mmh?” Lost in his thoughts, he only realized Kaden was speaking to him as he heard his last word. “I don’t know if this is the right place for a conversation,” rubbing at the back of his neck, he stood still for a moment before he nodded. “Let’s do… that.” He sighed, still feeling heavy, “Flederprey is what we are looking for. They usually can be found near spawns, but so far, I haven’t found anything but the latter,” which was not exactly hard, in this town. “I’ve already tried this area,” he motioned to the tombstones dressed on the left, behind him. Clearly, they still had a good portion to scan. “They’re pretty easy to kill,” he explained, “not technically undead, but if there’s a lot of them, I should be able to tell they’re here before we see them.”

Kaden was far from a relationship expert and honestly, still a little shocked by how long his current one had lasted. So getting straight to the slaying was probably a better idea. Even if he was pretty sure he’d have to pry it out of Alain eventually. As much as he didn’t do feelings, if being friends with Bea and Morgan had taught him anything it was that sometimes that talking crap helped a little. But first, “flederprey, huh?” He took his shotgun off his back and got it loaded and ready to go. “Sounds like it’s time for target practice.” The smile he offered Alain felt like a shit attempt at acting like everything was alright. “Lead the way,” he said, gesturing for Alain to start tracking using his slayer senses. For a bit, he followed along in a spot of silence. Should he say something about Evelyn? No, probably not. Let him know that he supported his friend? Nah, he was showing that, didn’t need to say it. Maybe he should mention the shit that went down at the cabin? Maybe. Could be a decent distraction. “So. Fun story. Nadia tried to kill us at that lakehouse the other weekend.”

Well, this was a relief. Alain was concerned for a second that this was going to turn into a therapy session. He did not need it. He did not want to talk about it. If he had not needed to drown his sorrow in alcohol, then it probably meant that he was okay, right? Sure, he still felt like he had a ball in his chest when he thought of Evelyn, but that was only natural. It would pass, he was sure of that. Those things just took time. Besides, it only had been a couple weeks. His radar went on and off as they wandered through the lanes. It would take a bit of roaming around to actually find the nest, but he had good hopes that they would find it, and help save a lot of people tonight. Of course, much like usual, people would never know, but that was fine. Being useful was enough reward. Lost in his thoughts, what Kaden said didn’t immediately bring a reaction from the slayer. Frowning, he looked as if he was solving a complicated equation for a second. “Wait what? She tried to kill who? You and Regan? Is Regan okay?” His brows furrowed and he turned around, a baffled expression on his face. “What happened? Is she… was she possessed?” Again? If Alain had noticed a change in Nadia’s behavior, he wouldn’t have guessed that this had happened to her again, assuming that this was what happened.

“Oh I’m fine. No complications with my stab wound, thanks for checking,” Kaden said, sarcastic edge to his voice. “Yeah she’s fine. Physically at least. Clearly I survived. But it was bad.” He sighed remembering that night. The rain, the confusion, that basement, the betrayal. And his confessions afterwards. Probably not a good time to tell his friend his confession of hunting went a bit better than his. “Nadia’s possessed, yeah. Very. Same bitch from six years ago. And it’s--” The words caught in his throat. There wasn’t a lot of hope for her right now. That didn’t matter. “It’ll be alright. We’re going to fix it. I’ll make sure. I mean, I know Regan would too. If she, uh, you know.” Understood what was really going on. “I mean, I don’t know how yet, there’s apparently no fuckin exorcists in to--” His paused to listen. There was something in the distance. Sounds. Screeching. Flapping of wings. Kaden held his hand up to pause them both so he could find the direction of the sound. He was about to point when the sounds got louder. Much louder. And then it hit him. Literally. Talons swooped by his head and Kaden ducked. A few of them must have broken away from the pack. “Putain!” he shouted and started firing his gun at the fuckers, hoping to get a piece of either Shit they were small. This was going to be a challenge. “Rest must be nearby!”

“You’re standing in front of me, come on.” Alain held out his hand, palm up, obviously not having any of the attitude Kaden was giving him. “I’m glad you both are okay,” he smiled apologetically. Whatever had happened must have been terrible, because hunters were not the kind to complain for nothing. “I’m…” Well, he certainly had no word to describe how this felt like. Nadia was one of the kindest people he knew, and he wondered for how long this had been going on. He spoke to her a lot after all. “How is that possible? I thought they got that ghost out of her,” he didn’t know enough about ghosts to understand everything, and so there were things that flew over his head. “There’s not one exorcist in town? Really?” The last part dropped into a whisper. As per usual, the sound of the gun made him flinch. He was not used to working with those, and there was a chance he would never get used to those. “Rest most definitely is not far,” he confirmed, and they seemed to have been drawn by the noise, a few spawns following behind. “Et bien, mon salaud,” his brows furrowed. The weight of his sword adjusted in his hand as he gripped firmly on the handle. The swarm of flederpreys flew around the two hunters, claws and fangs out. It was unlikely that they would walk out without scratches on their face and arms. The good thing was, unorganized creatures like those that just ran headfirst into you were easier to kill as they didn’t know better than to stay away from his arm reach.

The flederprey were coming faster than Kaden could unload bullets. They were a swarm alright. And they brought friends. A few straggling spawn came with them. Good target practice as his dad used to say. And Oscar still did. It was still a bit surreal that Oscar was in White Crest. Not right now, Langley, concentrate. “I got the ground, you get the air,” he told Alain. His gun was going to be all but useless on the small bat like creatures. The spawn he stood a chance with. Before he could so much as reach for a stake, a flurry of talons flew down, dangerously close to his eye and he ducked and rolled out of the way, doing what he could to cover his head. As he lay on the ground, something bigger, much bigger swooped down and Kaden did what he could to swat it away with his gun, brandishing it like a melee weapon, when something sunk into his flesh and he felt his body leave the ground. Putain. Kaden cried out from the pain, as he looked into the eyes of a winged spawn, its hooked claws tearing into him and his face getting dangerously close to his neck. His shout morphed into something of a battle cry as he twisted around and clobbered the monster in the head with the butt of his gun. It screeched and he felt a release from the pain in his sides. Only to also feel the rush of wind fly past him as he fell towards the ground. Aw, fuck. This was going to hurt.

Neither the sword nor the bullets seemed to be ideal for beating the swarm of monsters, and much like Kaden, Alain feared for his eyes more than once. Shielding his face with his forearm, he didn’t immediately notice that his friend had decided to go on a vertical journey through the cemetery, and the slayer, who had forgotten to mention that this might happen, found himself cringing as he thought my fucking bad. This sounded like something that he should have told Kaden about, all things considered. Now the question was should he catch him ? He probably could have supported it, but the idea of getting his eyes away from the rest of these things was unbearable. What he could do however, was kick a spawn under the other hunter. Undead flesh had to be more comfortable than the ground and gravel, right? “You alright,” he didn’t have a hand to offer, as a few spawns were heading toward them. They weren’t done yet with the flederpreys. This was going to get out of hand if they did not move fast. Spawns, he could handle, he had done this hundreds, and hundreds of times, but those pesky little flying fuckers? They were a lot more annoying than in his memories. Or maybe he was just getting old.

“Putain!” Kaden felt his bones crashing into other bones and flesh. Better or worse than the ground? He didn’t know. “Thanks for the help,” he grumbled as he pushed himself up, wiping the dust off his hands as the spawn below him dissipated. He didn’t waste time reloading his gun and letting shots fire into the monsters above him. A good number started squealing and some started dropping. There had to be a better way to take down this hoard, more efficient than their sword and gun combo.Alain was having more luck but Kaden didn’t know what the fuck else to try. It’s not like he had a toothpick launcher to stake these fuckers. Fuck, if only he head a better idea. He pulled out a bottle of holy water and threw it at the monsters and… nothing. “Fucking hell!” Not vampires, not really. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He reloaded and let out more bullets to sink into the monsters’ flesh. The herd seemed to be thinning slowly but surely, not with a whole lot of help from him. He ducked to avoid more tiny talons and locked sight on the winged spawn still swooping around. He might not be able to hit the flederprey but he could sure hit that fucker. He let shots fly, a number of them riddling its wings with holes and the beast gave an ungodly screech as it plummeted to the ground. Kaden covered his head and ran through the field of flederprey towards where the span nose dived, stake in hand. He felt the pricking on his back of the small creatures as he drove the stake through the spawn’s heart, rendering it to dust. . A wing swooped down close to his eye Kaden dove and ducked out of the way, running into the other hunter as he tried to avoid it. Fuck. “Sorry, there’s-- How fucking many of these are there?!”

Kaden’s reaction drew a fit of laughter from the other hunter. As inappropriate and badly timed as it was -vampire dust turning laughter to coughing-, Alain simply could not help but react this way to Kaden’s surprise. Vampires had always, and always would be messy, and it was why he couldn’t consider ever quitting this gig. There were too many, and they could reproduce too easily, and so, it was essential that he did not quit. While the slayer knew that there were more vampire hunters out there that could replace him or do the job, he felt now, more than never, the need to keep going. After all, it was too late for him to start anything new. This had been his life, and this would be his life. Slowly, the cemetery became quieter, and soon enough the sound of weapons being drawn, fired and thrown was no longer heard. “Wasn’t so bad now was it?” With a sigh, he dropped his shoulders and had a look around. “Mmh, give me a second,” he could feel that there was still something close. It was faint, but it could only mean one thing. And so the hunter strode away from his friend. The place fell silent, and then there was a scream. His own. Hanging from the ceiling of a mausoleum was a silhouette, one that he mistook for her, just for a split second. The spawn (for it was one), startled by the sound, threw itself, all claws out toward Alain, who barely had time to protect his face. A gash on his forehead, he stumbled out of the mausoleum, one eye blinded by his own blood. “Bordel de conneries, de putain…” the rest of his curse was lost into the night and he looked around him, searching with one eye for the damn thing.

When the flock was finally picked off, Kaden leaned over, hands on his knees, trying to catch a breath. Still, even through his exhaustion, there was a hint of a smile on his face. He couldn’t help it, the adrenaline kick of a hunt was hard to fight off. “Yeah yeah, shut it. Next time remember to bring something for crowd control. I don’t like fighting swarms of anything for a rea--” He stopped mid sentence as his friend’s face fell. Kaden’s eyebrows knit together as he tried to stay still, listen. Alain decided to go ahead alone and so he simply nodded and let him. Kaden wasn’t going to argue with a moment to rest. But he knew better than to drop his guard completely. He made sure his gun was reloaded, stake easy to access. When he heard a scream, he was glad he did. “Hold on!” he shouted, barreling towards the mausoleum after him, weapons at hand. He saw the spawn sprint out before he caught sight of Alain. Without hesitation, he aimed and fired at the creature, riddling it with bullets until it squealed and dropped down. Not enough, not with vampires. He ran over and gave it a final stake through the heart. Kaden didn’t pause to watch it collapse into a pile of dust, he ran to check on his friend. The string of curse words was a relief, it meant he wasn’t dead. “What happened? You alright? Putain, it was just another one, what was that?” He searched for an answer in his friend’s face, but all he could see was Alain’s wide, frightened eyes, hear the pounding of his pulse. Shit, he didn’t know if he’d ever seen the slayer this spooked.

When would this end? The thought ran on loop in his head. His eyes were still staring directly at the mausoleum. He would not have been able to tell for how long he remained like this, looking into the distance. The feeling was familiar, but he had not grown accustomed to it. He however, was tired of it. Time passed, and it happened less and less often, but every once in a while, he still would get nightmares, or flashes of horror while he was awake. If he had mentioned to Kaden that he had been having nightmares due to a mara, he never mentioned the terrors he could get while he was out and about, or that sometimes they happened while he was busy hunting. He knew too well where this conversation would have gone, but now, he could not exactly escape from that. This whole situation made Alain furious. Part of him wanted to blame Evelyn. After all, he suspected one of her mara friends was responsible for this. Who else would have wanted to protect her like that? The thought that he had defended that woman made him feel gutted, but not as much as the way she had treated him. He still missed her, but in moments like those, he was just angry. He did not deserve this. No one did. “I thought I saw something else,” it might have taken him a few minutes to reply, or maybe seconds. Fright had a way to distort time and reality after all. “I’m okay,” he assured him. Well obviously no one would believe that.

Kaden’s brows furrowed as he tried to read whatever look was on Alain’s face, see if there was some answer to his questions there that weren’t in his friend’s words. “Well you did, you found another spawn. It’s dead though,” Kaden said, looking over to where the body should have been. Right. “Well, alright it was already dead, I mean dusted.” Yeah he wasn’t used to the easy cleanup that came with slaying. Really it was unfair that beat hunting didn’t have this sort of advantage. “Sure you are.” Kaden started to clean off his weapons, start putting them back where they belonged, pistol in its holster, stake in his pocket, knife in its sheath. “It’s fine, you know. To not be okay,” he told Alain, still not meeting his friend’s eyes, almost as if to give him some moment of privacy with his emotions. “You two seemed really--” Happy. He knew the word would cut like a knife, didn’t want to say it aloud. “So I’m sure it sucks. Finding out that you accepted her. And not the other way around.” It was the reason why Kaden had been too afraid to even try to tell Regan what he was or what he did. And part of him felt like he was still only halfway there. The fear of rejection ran deep and seeing it end like this? It didn’t exactly inspire him to delve deeper. “It’s okay if you’re not okay. I’ve got your back either way.”

Alain, who had yet to muster his feelings together, managed to finally glance away from the mausoleum, from the circle of turpitude he could have so easily thrown himself into. Getting lost in his thoughts had been his main problem lately, and so he tried to focus on what Kaden said to him, although he didn’t smile as the other hunter corrected himself. There was something endearing about it, but he did not budge. Not quite out of torpor yet. “Right,” of course he was full of shit, and Alain did not think for once that Kaden could have believed that. Even the slayer himself did not believe this bullshit. Pinching his nose, he held a hand against his mouth for a moment. Did he want to talk about Evelyn? Or about them? He focused on his breathing. The subject could easily draw him into a fit of anger, or sorrow. He did not want that. He could feel the air filling up his lungs. That was a soothing feeling. That helped. “I should have seen that coming. We live in a world full of hypocrites, don’t we. Look at us.” Hunters who claimed they had a sense of duty, except when they happened to like that one person or creature. Hypocrites, everywhere. Some paid for it, some did not. He happened to be on the wrong side of the coin. People liked to hate hunters, until they needed one. He knew that. He really should have known better. “I guess I’m not okay,” he admitted with a raise of his shoulders. This small shrug might have not been much, but it was not often that Alain confessed to being affected by things. Pride might have been the one thing he did inherit from his father. “I just need the nightmares to go away now,” every single one of those reminded him of her. Without those he could move on, right? “And well, whatever those hallucinations are,” he motioned toward the mausoleum, turning his back on it.

There were plenty of times Kaden wondered why people bothered with him. He didn’t always know what to do with emotions or how to be properly supportive. He wasn’t Morgan or Bea, he didn’t know how to have a conversation or how to force it. He didn’t know what Alain actually needed beyond staking a few vampires. Catharsis through anger and violence, that’s what he knew. That he understood and could facilitate. Anything else? He was lost. It didn’t help that his situation was in a different position. Their similarities were so palpable and differences so stark by comparison. Still his brow creased at the word hypocrite. Sure. That wasn’t wrong. But the word didn't settle. He couldn’t let it, couldn’t swallow it down. If he did, he’d have to live with that feeling of being wrong, feeling wrong. He’d prefer to stave that off a little longer, keep it at arm’s length, delay the inevitable. “Yeah, well, still sucks. I’m sorry. You can do better, anyway.” Kaden continued pacing up his gear, inspecting it, making sure nothing needed repairs or care later. He didn’t know if Alain believed him or wanted to hear it, but it was true. He could do better than a monster. He didn’t have to hang his hopes on someone who couldn’t accept him for what he was or what he did. He could have better than that. Maybe now wasn’t the time to bring it up, though. He sighed. “No shit you’re not okay. I can see you. I know.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his way. He was no expert on how to avoid bad dreams. His plan was usually just not to sleep. “Well, you can always try that baku that Blanche has.” His blood curdled at the suggestion of a supernatural solution. It felt wholly wrong. The supernatural was the problem not the solution. Wasn’t it? He didn’t know anymore. “That or time, you know. It fades with time.” That’s what everyone said, anyway. The grief of loss faded with time. He supposed it was true. It did dull. He wasn’t sure it faded or just meant less. Guess the reason didn’t matter if the result was the same, right? “Well, looks like we cleared this place out. Want to head back?”

Kaden’s dismissal of the hypocrisy drew a grumbling sound from the other hunter. Alain didn’t make any comment but he looked a mix of disappointed and offended as he looked away from the other man. His brows furrowed and he shook his head. It was not so much being with someone that he missed. Being alone was fine, really. It was her that he missed, but that was something he had to work on. He couldn’t afford to dwell on that, he did not want to, and maybe Kaden was right when he said that he could do better, whatever that meant. Not Alain cared enough for relationships to find better. He had been content being by himself all those years, and he had to be realistic : he did not have many years left anyway. It was selfish to start something with anyone. Rubbing at his face, he nodded then shook his head at the next suggestion. As much as Alain wanted the mara’s after effects to fade away as soon as possible, he was not keen on the idea of letting a monster in his house again. He remembered what Evelyn had said about those too. Then, he really wanted those nightmares gone. They no longer happened every day, not even every week, but he still had some every fortnight, and they stuck. “I suppose time does that,” of course it would fade away, the memories, the meaning of things. “We can head back,” he agreed, kicking at the dusty remains of that mausoleum spawn. Fucker. “You wanna stop by the house for a drink or you’re good?”

“Yeah I think I can do that,” Kaden said with a smile. He gestured for Alain to lead the way. Truth was, he had almost intended to go back to Regan’s right after. It felt wrong, though, running back to her when his friend was hurting more than he was going to let on. It didn’t matter. She’d wait. Hell, she might not even be off of work for another hour or so. Either way, that didn’t matter. Whether she understood or not mattered little, too. The slayer needed some support, even if it was small and silent solidarity. That much Kaden could manage. “Let’s hope the way stays clear on the way back. Or not. If you think you still have it in you, old man,” he said with a joking elbow as they made their way out the cemetery back home.

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