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Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 11: Gaz’s Date

Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

W: Gaz x Reader, jealous Gaz, the tiniest bit of toxic Gaz, degradation, spanking, rough sex.

A ruckus at the door brings you out of the book you were reading, a mischievous laugh on the other side of the door and when it finally opens you can't help but mimic Gaz's wide smile as he runs to you. He holds your face kissing you before asking: “Do you wanna go on a date with me tomorrow?”

There is an urge to the way he asks, making you want to say no just to tease him; but it's been days since you left the house so you quickly nod. He kisses you again, pulling the book off your hands and laying it down on the table (open, so you don't lose the page).

He softly pushes you back with the kiss, making you lie down on the sofa with him on top of you. You still wonder why he was in such a rush, and it gets answered when Soap enters the house panting and calling your name. 

“I'm here, Johnny.” You say, waving your hand so he can see you from the door. His face lights up for the second it takes him to see Gaz is already lying on top of you, looking up at him with a shit-eating grin. 

“Too slow, Johnny.” Gaz teases. “My date and I are already set.”

“Oh, away n' bile yer heid!” The scotsman complains, but still lays down on top of the two of you making you groan. You can tell Gaz is using his strength to take some of Soap's weight off of you, because you know damn well that if you had to lie under the two brick houses you would pop a lung. 

You chuckle at Soap's dramatism, looking at Gaz. “What are you not telling me, you little shit?” He looks at you with a boyish smile on his face, mischief clear on his eyes, not even bothering to play it as innocent. 

“There is this military gala that Price is making all of us attend.” He explains. “And now you are attending too.”

“Wait.” You say, reality is settling in. You slip from under him, sitting up and Gaz pushes Soap off of him making him fall on the floor; both of them sitting up on their new locations. “A military gala? Like… meeting your bosses and all of that? And like… what I'm supposed to do there? I don't-”

“Well technically…” Gaz cuts you off. “Price is our boss. And those that are over him usually leave really early, we go mostly to see old colleagues and get drunk. And you are attending… as my girl.”

“Our girl.” Soap quickly chimes in, correcting Gaz.

“Uh uhh” Gaz answers, shaking his finger. “My date, my girl. You already got yours.”

Gaz pulls you, sitting you on his lap as a petulant child who has been asked to share a toy. 

“Oi, Garrick, don't make me beat yer arse.” Soap argues, but quiets down when you move his head to rest on your lap.

“But then… you are introducing me to your… friends?” You ask, anxiousness setting on your stomach. “Are you sure about it?”

Gaz furrows his eyebrow at your question. “Are you asking if I'm sure about letting my friends know about you?”

You look from Gaz to Soap, both with the same confused expression. “Bonnie, if I could I'll keep ye in my pocket just so I could show ye to every single person I come across.”

“Exactly, like…” Gaz looks at you confused. “I think you keep forgetting that we are obsessed with you, birdie.” He chuckles.

He hugs you, kissing your cheekbone. “I want to introduce you to everyone I know, birdie. You are somebody to drag about.”

His words help to ease the thoughts inside your brain, finally letting your anxiety travel to other important matters.

You gasp. “The dress John bought me is still at base…”

“Ye aren't wearing the same dress again.” Soap chimes in. “Ghost and Price are buying ye another one.”

“They are shopping together?” You ask, confused.

“Laswell is probably with them too, so don't worry, I'll be pretty.” Gaz explains, as if you know who the fuck Laswell is. 

It is already nighttime when you leave the house, hand on hand with Gaz. Feeling the prettiest girl at the world with the constant compliments for the four men. 

Once inside the venue, Gaz’s hand doesn't lift from your back. Always guiding you, introducing you to people and pulling you away from others that, according to him: “is not worth even knowing their names.”

Making sure to enunciate the “She's my partner” to anyone who asks, it was spoken before, that this was not the place to explain to everyone how the poly relationship worked to the old military men who were struggling to look up to your face and not stare at your chest. 

It doesn't make the other three men complain any less, Price going “Garrick” whenever the sergeant becomes a little too enthusiastic about you and him. There are a couple of people that Ghost tells you, know about their arrangements. Not the tiny details, but enough to know that there is something between the four of them and that if you are involved with Gaz, you are involved with the rest.

One of those people, is Alex Keller. Whom Gaz is really excited to introduce you to, and who ends up sitting at the same table as you. 

It is a round table, wide enough not to be able to reach Ghost's feet that is sitting right in front of you as you sit between Soap and Gaz. Gaz is also sitting next to Alex, and as the night goes on he slowly turns more and more towards him, giving you his back. 

You turn to Soap, pout on your face. “I think my date is on a date with somebody else.” You know it is unfair, they haven't seen each other in years and are just catching up; still, you are glad Soap is next to you or else you'll feel quite alone. 

“Ye can always make out with me.” Soap proposes, making you chuckle. “But I think I have an even better idea.”

Now, you know both sergeants are little mischievous shits; but the smile on Soap's face still makes you rethink on how much trouble you are going to get yourself into.

“Have any of us told ye that Gaz is a really jealous man?” Soap asks, leaning into your chair and resting his arm on the backrest of it. “Like, really jealous.”

“Gaz?” You ask, quite shocked that the so-sure-of-himself man is the jealous man out of the four. 

Soap nods, smiling still. “When we started, Gaz and I were the ones that mixed the pairs, to say it simply. And Gaz knew Ghost and I were already messing with each other, still, at the beginning whenever I'd kiss Ghost, Gaz would turn his head. I promised ye, if I hadn't seen him suck my dick I'd guess he was homophobic.”

His choice of words as you cover your mouth so Gaz can't hear you laugh, leaning more onto Soap's side. “That's why he pulled me away from you on the sofa?” You ask and Soap quickly nods, a smile on his face. 

“Especially ye, since you are the last addition. The three of us have been reassuring him that we love him to bits for years now, but ye still have a long road to go, bonnie.” He says, starting to look around looking for somebody. “And I think I have an idea of how to show ye.” 

He waves at somebody behind you after a second, urging them to come closer. You look behind, seeing a tan man approach with a smirk on his face. 

“Soap, hermano, long time no see” He says, clapping hands with Soap. “What have you been up to?”

“Alejandro, let me introduce ye to Birdie.” He says, before saying your actual name and repeating Alejandro's name to you. He shakes your hand, making you smile at the formalities and he winks at you, satisfied with making you smile. “And actually, I think she can use some of yer help.” He signals the man to bend down to whisper to him. “How do ye feel about messing with Gaz a bit?”

“Let me guess, if I say yes I get to flirt with the pretty lady?” He asks, whispering as well and laughing when Soap nods. “A huevo, hermano. I'm in.”

He pulls an empty chair from a close by table, Soap pulls your chair and Alejandro sits between you and Gaz. Who has yet to notice the treachery taking place behind him. 

It is easy to forget that you are doing this to get a raise out of Gaz, especially with how funny the conversation gets between Alejandro and Soap. Telling you about Soap's absolute lack of ability to learn Spanish, and how it almost got him into problems when he accidentally asked for a male prostitute instead of a cigar, when he kept getting the words puro and puto mixed up. 

You are laughing out loud, almost crying for it, not just you, the three of you. Alejandro is rocking back and forth on his chair, and his hand lands on your thigh, innocent enough that it doesn't even make you uncomfortable. But not innocent enough for Gaz, who has been side-eyeing the three of you for a bit now, Alex chuckling when he noticed he had stopped listening to him. 

The moment Alejandro's hand lands on you, he springs into action, standing up and walking behind you. “Birdie. Can I talk to you for a minute? In private.”

You stand up, knees weak at the look on Gaz's face. He easily pulls your chair back so you can walk. He grabs your hand once you take the first step and pulls you towards the bathroom stalls. You look back to Soap, and see him, Alejandro and Alex who have just taken your place smiling at you with a thumbs up. 

He pushes you inside the stall, locking the door behind you and then presses you against the wall, his hips pressed plush against yours. His hand grabs your jaw, making you look at him to his face. “What the fuck do you think you were doing, birdie?”

“What?” You ask, playing dumb.

“What?” He asks back, high pitched voice mimicking yours, his other hand raising to pinch your nipple through the thin fabric of the dress making you hiss. “Do you think I'm blind? Deaf? Or just plain old stupid? Hm?”

“I don't know what- AH!” He pinches hard, making you whine, cutting you off.

“Don't lie to me, birdie.” He says, face getting close to yours where you can feel his breath on yours. “Has Alejandro left you stupid or something?”

“You were ignoring me!” You complain, trying to act tough as if his degrading tone wasn't making you grow wet by the minute. 

“Oh! So that's it!” He asks, dry laughing. “I speak with a person for one minute!” He says, raising a finger to accentuate his words. “And you are already looking for another dick to choke on, right?”

“That's not true!” You argue, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Then show me, birdie. Show me mine is the only dick you want to choke on.” He says, rubbing his crotch against your abdomen. 

The moment he pulls back, you drop to your knees helping him get his belt undone. He lowers his briefs, shaft springing free and pulsing right in front of your face. He is already hard and it makes you wonder whether he was already when he stood up from the table. 

He grabs your wrist, and when his tip is inside your warm mouth he thrusts forward hitting the back of your throat hard making you gag but pulling your hands behind his back to prevent you from moving back. 

It’s ironic how similar it is to the first night you met him, when Price cuffed you around his waist. 

He thrust forward hard, your eyes watering as you fight your gag reflex. You wonder for a second if he is actually getting any kind of pleasure other than the feeling of humiliation you. 

One of his hands moves to the back of your head, pushing you closer until your nose reaches his happy trail. You look up to him, vision blurry with tears. 

He groans, pulling your hair to push you back and then up to have you standing. He turns you around, pushing your head against the wall. “I guess I have no other option but to fuck your ungrateful pussy, hm? Fuck you stupid so you can stop whoring yourself to every man? How many more dicks do you need, birdie? How much of a slut are you that four dicks the size of your bloody forearms are not enough?”

It shouldn't be turning you on as it is, every single feminist cell on your body getting ignored by all your blood flowing to your cunt pulsing with anticipation. 

He pulls your dress up, pushing your panties to the side before probing your entrance with his tip. He knows it's gonna sting, but in his jealousy-driven mind, that's what he wants. For your body to remember him tomorrow. 

He pushes forward, slowly, covering your mouth when you cry at the sting; waiting stills once he bottoms out to let go of your mouth. 

He grabs both your wrists on his hand behind your back, still keeping your head pushed against the wall. There is a loud sound of his hips slapping against yours, accompanied by the moans and pants of both of you. 

You could as well have the door open with the way you are fucking, everyone that walks by would know perfectly fine what's going on. 

He bends forward, close to your face, talking to you through gritted teeth. “This is what you wanted, right? To get fucked like a whore? While everyone outside knows that you are getting fuck? Filthy, filthy slut.” 

He moves back, letting go of your head only to slap your ass hard enough to leave an imprint. It makes you jump, making him grunt when you clench around him. 

“Fucking. Take it. Whore.” He says, snapping his hips at every word, knocking the breath out of you. His heavy balls keep slapping against your clit, sending shockwaves up your column making your toes curl. 

He slaps your ass again, hard, always on the same spot. And he doesn't relent until he starts to see the little purple dots of a bruise forming on your asscheek. It has tears threatening to fall from your eyes, still pulsing around him so close for release. 

“I bet you are scared I'm gonna leave you hanging, right, whore?” He asks, reading your mind. The thought of the man finishing before you and leaving you wanting your release was on your mind since he made you stand from the table. “You don't even care about anything else, do you? As long as you get to cum, you don't care that I talk to you like you are trash, do you? Such a fucking whore, only thinking with your cunt.”

He chuckles behind you, not sparing you a second to breathe as your orgasm comes closer and closer. “Then cum, you fucking whore. I don't have all night.” 

And you do, whaling his name as your whole body shakes when the orgasm rains over you. Your head hits the tiling with a loud TONK as you do, making Gaz laugh meanly behind you at your lack of control. 

He lets go of your hands, letting you support yourself on your hands instead of your face. He holds your hips instead, thrusting in and out fast and shallow, going after his own release. 

You clench around him, the overstimulation getting to you and that is enough for Gaz to spill thick ropes of his spent inside of you. Pulling out to see it spill out, just for him to shove his dick back inside making you moan when fucks his cum back inside of you. 

“Kyle!” You whine, needing a moment to breathe. He chuckles behind you, getting his dick out and moving to grab toilet paper to dry himself off you. You look under you, between your legs seeing the thin strip of his seed spilling out of you onto the floor. 

“Aw, birdie, you're letting it go to waste.” He comments behind you, while he puts his pants back up. 

You give him a look making him chuckle and you stand up, leaning back on the sink with wobbly legs. He walks between them, pushes one of your legs apart with his and gets two of his fingers back inside of your saturated cunt. 

You groan, slapping his arm. “I'm just making sure that you can feel my cum slipping out of you for the rest of the night so you can stop acting like a whore.” He says, beaming with a smile. 

He takes his fingers out, helping you clean up and throw the paper away. He holds you in his arms, the jealousy flushed out of his system turning him back onto his clingy self. 

You look up to him, his eyes shiny with love on them. Smiling widely at you. You don't know what pushes you to say it, but once it leaves your lips you are not sure who is more flabbergasted out of the two. 

“I think I love you, Kyle”

“Wh- Bird- I- You can't…” he sighs, resting his head on yours. “You can't say such a thing right after I called you a whore, Birdie!” He complains, trying to hide the smile on his voice. 

“Hm, don't call me a whore then!” You argue, the same smile on your face. “Are you not going to say it bac-”

Before you can finish the question, his lips are on yours. Plush soft lips kissing you lovingly, he is almost hugging your head with how tightly he is hugging your shoulders. “I think I love you too, Birdie. You little minx”

You chuckle against his lips, butterflies on your stomach as if mere minutes ago it wasn't his dick you were feeling inside of you. It's a silly feeling, but a warm one indeed. 

He kisses you again, a soft peck on your lips before softly patting your butt (the side he didn't assault before) and saying. “Wash your face and get out before they think I murdered you.”

You chuckle, getting spooked at your reflection on the mirror. You grab paper again, working on taking most of the mascara running down your face and the smudged lipstick. 

You do a decent job at it, cleaning Gaz's lips as well and walking out of the bathroom, still feeling your knees ready to give up. It is clear that whichever high rank that was at the party must have left, because the quiet dinner from before is slowly turning into a party. 

On your table, only Ghost, Soap and Price are still sitting down. Most likely waiting to leave altogether, but it makes the walk easier and as you try to sit down, Price pulls you into his lap, Gaz groaning behind you. 

Price kisses your temple. “Are you ready to leave?” He asks softly, and you shake your head grabbing the champagne bottle for the middle of the table. “I'm finally out of the house, I want a party.”

It's late at night when the five of you finally make it home. Everyone's a little bit tipsy, enough to make everyone clumsy and to have an easy laugh at everything. That's how you go to sleep, helping everyone get naked too tired to bother with any sleepwear. Between giggles, kisses and smacks to everyone's butts with the corresponding “EH!”

It is a comedic image, the bed not big enough but everyone still stubborn enough to sleep altogether. Too clingy to sleep apart from each other.

Price wishes he could sleep like this every night, knowing the five of you are safe and within reach. 

If only he knew he wasn't going to be able to do it again.

TADAAA

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Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 5

Sorry about that time I lied guys, I kept adding more to this than I thought I would, oh well. Enjoy me inserting my character into episode 5 basically lol. Also, your comments make me fucking cry, you guys are so sweet. I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this journey with me. xoxo, dany

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Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 4.6k CW: Slowburn, Prostitution, Hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, cuddles, depression, anxiety, family drama

You find yourself just sitting there, staring at Lucifer, trying not to panic. Lucifer shifted in his seat nervously, waiting for you to say something, but the words wouldn't come. Well.. the ones that did had a lot of cussing and fear that you did not want to let out onto him. You propped your elbows on your knees and rested your head in your hands, and took some time to breath.

You start to ask yourself why Lucifer would think this was ok, but you didn't need to ask, you already knew the answer. You said you would be there for him for stuff like this, and he was taking you up on it. You just thought you would be helping him in the same way you had been already, talking through it and holding him through the pain, not that he would actually want you to go physically go with him to see his daughter. If you had a little more time to plan and process this, you probably would have found this more sweet, but right now, all you could think of was how the King of Hell was bringing you out not only in public, but to meet his daughter.

Lucifer sat and watched your silent panic, 'Shit, nice going Lucifer, you really didn't think this part through did you? Now you are going to ruin your relationship with your daughter and your fri- friend? Friend? Were you friends? Errr, not important right now! You were going to ruin these two relationships that you cared a lot about in one day?! What is wrong with you?!'

"(y/n)... darling I'm so-"

"What did I say about apologizing to me when it came to this stuff?" you interrupted looking up at him, now with a more calm determination on your face.

"Uhh... to not?"

You smiled, "Good boy."

A shiver ran up his spine, oh this interaction was getting confusing for him. Something seemed to switch in you in an instant, leaving him confused but, relieved?

You chuckled and sat back in your seat, "Ok, I just needed a moment," you rubbed your hands over your face and back through your hair, "A warning would have been nice, but it was not possible at the time, so I can move past that. I said I was here to support you, so that's what I'm going to do."

Lucifer felt a blush form across his face, "Oh! Well... good! Th-thank you."

You smile over at him, "Now, what exactly am I going to be walking into here?"

"Well... she is showing me around her hotel, she said he needed help with something, getting a meeting with... Heaven..." he made a displeased face and shivered, "I really don't know about that, but she wants to see me and... I'm going to see what I can do to help her. Look around and see what she has going," he said with a far away look in his eyes.

"A meeting with Heaven? Why?"

Lucifer sighed and leaned back in his chair to stare out the window, "She wants to rehabilitate sinners, try to get them into Heaven. Probably to combat the yearly, now bi-yearly exterminations."

You had heard of the exterminations, but had not yet been present for one yet, you had arrived a few days after the last one, then learned that the next one had been moved up to six months after that instead of a year. The deadline was coming up in about another month. But... rehabilitating sinners to get them into heaven? Was that... possible?

"Is that possible?" you decided to ask allowed, "Rehabilitation of souls?"

Lucifer remained looking out the car window, looking down, then back up at whatever he was looking at outside, "No."

Well... one of the possible wedges in their relationship was already starting to make sense. How long had Charlie been working on this? Had they talked about this much? Probably not, Lucifer seemed to already be shutting down at the conversation with you. You didn't think it would be helpful to dig more into his thoughts on this topic.

"Ok, so... how do you want me to help? You have normally wanted our relationship to remain pretty discreet, so I'm not sure what all I can do here."

Lucifer looked over at you, and then shifted to take your hand, "I just... I want you by my side. I don't know how many people will be there. I don't expect many. Also, I would be fine just saying you were a friend of mine who I wanted to bring with... if you are ok with me referring to you as such."

You. Friends with Lucifer. Even as a front, that was something. Did he really think of you as a friend at all? It almost felt like you guys were friends, you certainly spent more time with him than anyone else you would call a friend. Stop. Back to the point. You were playing the role of his friend here. Ya, you could do that. 'Oh hey Charlie! Hope it's ok that I joined your dad, we were already hanging out when you called and I just wanted to tag along and see this hotel of yours!' Ya. Ya! This could work.

You gave him a big smile, "Ok!"

He gave you a big smile back.

"But you are not leaving until you have a real conversation about trying to connect with her."

His smile faded back into nervousness, and he rolled his eyes, "Fine, I'll... I'll try."

You gave him a pat on the head and sat back in your seat. He remained holding onto your hand the rest of the car ride over.

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The next couple of hours were... a lot. Charlie opened the door to the hotel and it was like a flip switched in Lucifer, he was talking a million miles a minute, full of charisma, hugging Charlie, looking around the hotel, greeting the members of the staff and guest, which there weren't a lot of, thank god.

Lucifer had quickly introduced you to Charlie as his friend, you gave you explanation that you had thought up earlier, and she bought it with a smile. Her energy was almost disgustingly sweet, the kind that made you want to pull away and gravitate towards at the same time. You could already see how similar they were, and it made you happy to see how happy he was to see Charlie, but both of their reactions also felt a little forced and over the top trying to interact with each other, both with a weight of anxiety clinging to their words and actions.

It also did not help that one of the staff, Alastor, the Radio Demon, was doing a lot to antagonize Lucifer in front of his daughter. You could tell that every action was meant to piss Lucifer off, it reeked of power play, but given how much it seemed that he actually supported Charlie you knew it was not a good place to step in. But seeing the way he toyed with Lucifer's already fragile emotions and relationship with Charlie made you hurt, and worry a little. You worried that Alastor might get in the way of these two getting a meaningful conversation. You resigned to standing over by the side and watched the interactions unfold in front of you.

At a certain point in the conversation, one of Alastor's old friends happened to barge into the hotel in the middle of the argument, briefly distracting Alastor. This day just seemed to keep getting weirder. You weren't used to being around this many other sinners in a social setting, and you tried as best as you could to hang out by the wall.

You were hoping that the new unexpected guest would distract Alastor long enough for Lucifer and Charlie to get sometime together. But no, Alastor sent his friend, Mimzy, over to talk with the rest of the staff while he walked back over to Charlie and Lucifer to continue their tour. Damn, this guy was nothing if not persistent to make Lucifer's time here all that much harder than it already was.

Lucifer gave you a look of 'Please save me and come with', you shook your head and tipped your head towards the stairs. You were here at the hotel with him, but he needed to have this conversation with Charlie without you. Also without the others, but who knows if that was going to happen at this point.

He sighed, knowing you were right, slapped the grin back on his face, and went upstairs with Charlie, Alastor, and Charlie's girlfriend, Vaggie. You made a note to yourself about the way Lucifer used his charisma as a coping mechanism, you already knew that, but here it was blaringly obvious to you.

The other members of the hotel, Husk, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, and Niffty, joined Mimzy at the bar as they talked about her relationship with Alastor. After talking for a few minutes, you heard one of the voices yell out, "Hey toots, what about you? What's your story, eh?" You look over to see Angel Dust and Husk looking at you.

'Oh crap. What do I say to them?' You stare blankly at them for a couple seconds. You had no problem talking to them, but seeing Angel Dust here made you a little nervous, he was one of Valentino's boys. Sure, porn and prostitution were not exactly the same, but there was some amount of overlap in the community. Luckily, you thought it would be more likely for you recognize him, than it would be for him to recognize you. He was a big star in the industry, and prostitutes don't get their name spread as easily unless they were really popular or also doing porn on this side.

"What, is the "friend of his royal highness" too good for us, or somethin'?" Angel scoffed at you.

You shook your head, "Oh! No, I'm sorry, how rude of me. Sorry you just looked familiar and I was trying to place from where."

Angel turned out more towards you with a smirk, "Ah, you a fan a' my work, baby? I'm Angel Dust, the famous pornstar" he said adjusting his chest fluff with his lower two arms and looking at you with sultry eyes.

"Right! That makes sense. I do believe I have seen... some of your work," you try to act a little sheepish as you walk a little closer to them.

"No need to be shy, baby, nothin' wrong with enjoyin' a little porn," Angel purred. You again try to act sheepish and brush away the comment.

"So uhh, Husk was it?" you said addressing the bartender.

"Ya, nice to meet you. (y/n), was it?" he said flatly, eyeing you suspiciously.

"Uh, yup!" You saw with a bit of nervousness. Why was he looking at you like that? Did he recognize you? Or was he just sizing up someone who came in here claiming to be a friend of the King? You couldn't tell. It was because he could tell you were being fake, but you didn't know that, and he was not about to tell you.

"Cool", he looked quickly over at Mimzy with a glare, who was currently preoccupied my Niffy, "Excuse me for a minute," and he disappeared upstairs.

"Don't mind him," said Angel, "He's a bit of a sour-puss at first, but he gets better when you get to know him. Trust me." Angel said with a smile and a wink.

You and Angel continued to talk for a while longer, he was actually really funny and easy to talk to. You wished it wasn't necessary for you to keep your secret about your relationship with Lucifer, you didn't think you could mention your profession without giving that away. Luckily, Angel didn't ask about what you did for work, he mostly asked about what it was like to be friends with Lucifer, and you gave him as some indirect answers but tried to keep it interesting. Stuff like his duck room, stuff that Lucifer wouldn't mind you talking about. He asked how you both met, you make up some story about how you had been hired to do something around his house, you ended up talking and hit it off, which was not entirely untrue. You just left out how the job was fucking him, and that it had spiraled into the much more complex and wonderfully confusing relationship that you two had today.

Angel picked up that something felt off about your story, but had been working on that whole "boundaries" thing with Husk, so he figured it was better not to push. Especially with someone he had just met. Besides, he liked you so far, he hoped you would come back around, and didn't really want to see what down happen if he pissed of the friend of the King of Hell.

During your conversation, Husk had come back down behind the bar, looking a little shaken. You and Angel didn't have time to ask before someone started... trying to ram down the front door?!

Lucifer, Charlie, and Vaggie quickly teleported back into the lobby. 'Could Lucifer teleport? What the fuck?' At the same time, Alastor emerged from the floor from a pile of shadows on the floor of the lobby.

Apparently, Mimzy had fucked with some of the Sharks and then ran here to hide. Awesome, didn't like her anyway. Lucifer was being, very short and dismissive about the situation towards Charlie, not doing anything about it while Alastor went out and dealt with the Sharks.

"Mhmm, you see? What'd I tell you?" Lucifer said, as Charlie stared out the now broken front doors of the hotel at the battle outside, "Charlieeee. Sinners are violent psychopaths, hell-bent on causing as much pain a destruction as they can. There is really no point in tryin-"

"Dad, stop!" Charlie interrupted, "He is defending this hotel. It may be a little more... sadistic than I'd hoped, but he's doing it for me! How come he can have faith in me but my own father can't?!"

The hotel fell silent as the violence outside came to and end, Alastor looking out at his job well done and dealing with Mimzy. Angel whispered something to Husk and... pulled out some popcorn? There was too much going to begin to start unpacking that.

This was Lucifer's chance to be open and honest, to try to repair the rift and find some understanding between them. He needed to be vulnerable with her, which was the thing he was most scared of. He looked over to you, looking for guidance. You returned a sharp look of 'Dude, fucking TALK TO HER, be fucking REAL WITH HER, for the fucking love of GOD.'

He sighed, and he took the first step into rebuilding his relationship with his daughter, which involved about being honest and vulnerable about how he had tried this all before, trying to rehabilitate sinners, and how Heaven and its order scared this living hell out of him. And even more so, how he was scared of losing her in the process, telling her how much he loved her.

This was part of the story he hadn't even told you yet.

Charlie responded with her own feelings about growing up distant for him but loving him through their small bits of connection, the stories and dreams he would share with her, and how it had sparked her own dreams that she now fought for. The dream to save her people, more than anything.

You watched as Lucifer started to soften, and together they opened up about wanting to know each other, wanting to work together, wanting to achieve their dreams together, and not let life try to pull them apart again. You even got to see his big, beautiful angel wings for the first time, which were an incredible sight to see. Their discussion ended in hugs and tears.

"Ok," Lucifer said ending the long hug, "I can get you the meeting, but once you're in Heaven... I won't be able to go with you... Will you be ok?"

Charlie took Lucifer's hands with a smile, "I'll be fine."

Lucifer smiled back, "That's my girl."

Lucifer looked over at you, "(y/n), I uhh... should probably go work on this now, I don't know how long it will take, should I take you home or..."

"I... could stay here longer... If that is ok with you? And everyone else, of course," you said looking around at the others, mostly Charlie and Angel, who both smiled at you. You looked back at Lucifer, who nodded.

"Ok, I'll come back for you when I am done. Thanks for being flexible," he smiled warmly, with eyes that seemed to flicker with a spark of life you had yet to see in him.

"No problem, now get this girl that meeting," you said looking at Charlie with a smile, "she's got some lives to change."

Charlie beamed back a smile at you, then looked at Lucifer. He sighed, tapped his can on the ground and softly said, "Good luck kiddo," as he disappeared in a swirling cloud of red smoke. The room goes silent, outside of Charlie and Vaggie briefly talking and holding either other in a sweet embrace.

"So," you say, addressing Charlie after she finished her moment with Vaggie, "What does a girl gotten do to get a tour of this fabulous establishment of yours, Miss Morningstar?" You say with a flicker of playful mischief in your eyes. Charlie beams you another award winning smile as she extends a hand out to you, inviting you to follow her.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

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You spent the rest of the evening getting a tour from Charlie and Vaggie, and talking with the others at the hotel. It wasn't anything fancy, but the company was nice and it was so funny to see how much Charlie was like her father, except for her spirit had not been broken yet as his had. You prayed that it never would, because it was beautiful to watch. You couldn't help but feel both jealous and inspired by her.

Was this how Lucifer used to be before all of the pain he endured? You hoped now that she was back in his life that this part of him would light up again, without all of the fake smiles and hidden tears behind locked doors. If that light you saw in his eyes was any indication, you were pretty sure it was already starting.

Alastor seemed less interested in giving a tour now that Lucifer was not around to torment, but you could tell he was also sizing you up a little and putting on a little bit of a show for you with a story and a big smile. You would laugh but not get too pulled into his antics or get tripped up by him, which seemed to entertain him a little as well as agitate him.

Angel and Husk seemed amused and impressed by how you could keep up with Alastor, while Niffty ran around cleaning and asked if Lucifer was always so boring or if he was more of a "Bad Boy" with you. You just laughed and told her that he could have his moments, Niffty lit up and gave you a maniacal giggle in response as she went back to hunting cockroaches. You looked at the others, Angel shrugged, "Don't try too hard to figure her out, you might get a headache." You laughed, and spent some more time talking with Husk and Angel, Husk seemed to warm up to you the more you talked, but you could tell he would eye you a little whenever you were "putting on more of an act". He must be good at reading people, you respected that, but also knew that would make some interactions hard.

Angel was easy to talk to, he was full of energy, loved gossip, and never ran out of stories, many of them centered around his work and his boss, Valentino, but Husk would try to reel him in so that he wouldn't get to heated in front of "new people". You wished you could talk with him about your job, not that bonding over trauma was the healthiest thing to do, but Angel seemed to care a little bit more about others than you expected, everyone here did. Even Alastor, in his own... unique ways.

Could redemption really be possible? You knew Lucifer said it wasn't, but even just by being around this group, you felt that they weren't like other sinners. They were... kinder, especially Charlie and Vaggie. You weren't used to bonding with others well, in hell or when you were alive, but this... this felt different.

This hotel had something special. Maybe... maybe you could... try out the hotel too? Who knows about redemption, but this would be way nicer than living above the brothel. Would that be possible? Uhh... that might make things complicated with Lucifer. But maybe... could you quit the brothel? Work and live here? Just be friends with him? Or... more?

'Whoa...'

'What?'

You shook your head '...that was weird.' Anyways, you were getting a little swept up in the moment, best to not get swept up in the fantasy of moving here. You would have to think about it, didn't want to make things more complicated than they were already starting to be. Plus, you had no idea yet how Charlie's meeting with Heaven would go. The hotel could be blown off the face of the circle by like... Angel Nukes or whatever. Probably best to see how this pans out.

Eventually, Lucifer would arrive back at the hotel in his swirling vortex of red clouds. Charlie ran over to her father, asking how it went. He gave her a thumbs up and a tired smile, "All set up." Charlie smiled with tears in her eyes, as she gave her dad a big squishy hug and thanked him profusely. Lucifer lit up in a smile as her hugged her back.

After a few minutes, they released each other from their long embrace, and Lucifer looked over at you, "I hope these hooligans didn't cause you too much trouble while I was away."

You smile from your seat at the bar, still next to Angel and Husk, "Nope, just the right about of trouble actually," you say looking at the two sitting with you, and then out at the others.

"Good. Well, it's time to head back, are you ready?" Lucifer said, you nodded and starting saying your goodbyes, hugging those that wanted one, mostly Charlie, but also Vaggie and Angel Dust, and waved goodbye to the others. You saw Alastor eyeing you and Lucifer with a sinister grin as Lucifer snaked an arm around you, preparing to activate another teleportation.

You quickly call out to Alastor, he narrows his eyes at you in curiosity, "Keep up the good work buddy, and never lose that smile! You know you're never fully dressed without one!" The last thing you saw before being enveloped in smoke was Alastor's impossibly wide smile somehow splitting into a further, more devious, jagged smile across his wicked face. Before you knew it, you were back in Lucifer's room.

Lucifer looked at you with playful irritation, "Why did those have to be your parting words?"

You shrugged, "As a challenge, if he is going to make your life miserable, I'm just going to do it back whenever I get the chance. It'll be fun!"

Lucifer rolled his eyes with a groan. He then picked you up and starting carrying you towards the bed, "Already missy, time for you to do your job." Being suddenly picked up had you responding with a startled laugh. For how small his statue was, you would constantly forgot how strong he was, he just always looked so fragile and meek when he was sleeping in your lap.

You look up at him from his arms, pushing down the urge to just stare at the details of his beautiful face from this angle.

"That bad, huh?"

"Yup," he said, putting you down on the bed and crawling up into his spot on your lap, wrapping his arms around you waist and nuzzling his head on your shoulder. You enclose your arms around him and play with his hair.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Lucifer shook his head into your neck, "Cuddles now, talk later."

"Fair enough," you say as you hold him close. You feel the tension from his body slowly melt off away in your arms, until he was almost asleep.

As Lucifer laid in your arms, trying to fight off the taxing day of both seeing his daughter again for the first time in forever, getting the pleasure of Alastor, and dealing with Heaven's irritating meeting request system (where he mostly had to wait until the staff stopped screaming before he could even make his request and start talking to anyone that could begin setting up the process of scheduling a meeting) ... it had actually been a good day. Like... a really good day. One of the best days he has had in... what felt like forever. The meeting had him a little nervous, but, he had his daughter back, and he was going to do everything to make sure he supported her and never had to live without her again. For the first time, he felt like he could actually start rebuilding some sort of a relationship with her. It would take time, but it was worth it.

He then looked up at you, your beautiful (e/c) eyes, the hero of his day. Since the day he met you and every day since. He didn't want to put you on a pedestal, he knew you weren't perfect, but he didn't want you to be. God, did you feel like the best thing that had happened to him in a long time. As far as he was concerned, you were his friend, maybe even a best friend, maybe even... errr... something greater than a best friend! ...whatever that could be. He knew he couldn't tell you that, but he felt it in his heart. He wanted to believe that you wouldn't have done all of this just because it was your job.

"Hey," he said sleepily, "Thank you for coming with me... I needed that... I needed her back... my Charlie... and now... I'm getting happy again... and its all... because of... you..." Lucifer then, guess what? Feel asleep.

His words made your breath catch. It took everything in you not to start shaking as the tears started to roll down your face, as he slept in your arms. Today felt like such a victory for you, well for him, but also for you. You felt like you had actually done something worth while, something that meant meaningful for once. You were able to help this beautiful, sweet, kind, loving, angelic creature start to find hope and connection again.

The best part of all was that he, in return, had started to give you hope again too.

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[jiniretss]

The Hwangs [Gender Reveal]

pairing: Husband Hwang Hyunjin x Wife Fem!Reader

warnings: swearing and arguments

wc: 1.1k

genre: fluff and angst

summary: Hyunjin and Y/n doing a gender reveal of their sets of twins. Not knowing what would be surprising that they would be receiving a wonderful gift after the review. But soon, once all the guest has left, Hyunjin was slumped on the couch as his wife tries to wake him up leading to something unexpected in the end.

Clicks hitting the floor as her warm color heels travel to the kitchen. Opening up the fridge to gather some sweets that were in there to keep cold. "Hyunjin, congratulations." Words spoke from his friends. Seeing the view of his old band mates talking to him. Smile spread across his face as he says, "Thank you." She smiled, closing the fridge and setting down the rest of the sweets on the table. Looking at hyunjin, her feet led her way to walk over to where he was. "Hey, mom wants you to help dad set up the table for the games." Her lips moved as words spoke, standing in her pretty tight pink dress. Hyunjin wrapped his left arm around her waist as he gave a quick kiss on the cheek before doing as he was told. "Oh my gosh, Y/n. Your tummy has gotten bigger. The set of twins is crazy. Hyunjin might've gone too far." Chan stated as he chuckled from his joke. "Oh, stop it. Having the worst back pains on having twins is already tiring." She replied with a smile spreading brightly across her lips. "It's nice to see you guys again, haven't aged." She spoked with a soft tone. "Babe!" Hyunjin called out to you as you looked to see he was struggling with the hangs for the decorations. "I should get going and help my husband before he gets dramatic." Waving her soft, thin hands to the 7 men's and walking away to where Hyunjin was. "What happened?" Y/n asked with wonders, wondering how the strings of balloons fell. "Uh. Well. You see. I kinda... more like... uhh." He stuttered upon his words. "Silly goose. Just grab the other end and set it as the same height as the other end of the string is." Her chuckled made Hyunjin relief at the thought of how her temper can get really intense.

Settling the string to the other end had gotten better, except Hyunjin tripping over his feet just by getting off of the chair. "Oh my god." Y/n rubbed her eyebrows, keeping herself from laughing at the dramatic fall he made. "Okay, we should really start getting controlled of your clumsiness, babe." She laughed, helping him up off of the floor. "Do you think they'll be like their dad too?" Hyunjin questioned as the thought kept replaying in his mind, seeing if twins would be just like their father. "No, duh, they'll be just like you." Smiled shown widely, then a giggle comes up after the smile. "Let's hurry. We're going to start the gender reveal in about 5 minutes." Y/n says, as Hyunjin leaned down, giving her a soft peck on the lips before telling everyone to go to the backyard. Standing in front of the board would show if the gender would be a girl or boy. Waiting patiently for everyone to arrive in the backyard. Therefore, hyunjin stood beside her, holding onto her waist as they both smiled for the pictures. Y/n soon laughed after putting a piece of frosting onto hyunjin's nose. "Cute!" She squealed before her mother in law spoke. "Okay, is everyone here?" Hyunjin's mom asked. Everyone in the crowd shouted they were, as she began to come with a speech.

"Thank you to everyone who came to support my son and daughter in law on their pregnancy. Seeing them grow and come together as one creating 2 lives of a soul. I can't wait to see and hold them. Now, let's reveal the gender of my grandchildren!!" She shouts as Hyunjin and Y/n were given two sets of poles of tunes that'll reveal the gender. The crowd began to count down by 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1. Both popping the twist to the tube as pink smoke shoots out. Her smile shines as he grabs her waist to hug her tightly as Y/n cries in happiness, holding onto Hyunjin tight while hyunjin sooths her back. With the amount of excitement explaining in the air, everyone congratulates them.

The house was messy. Cans all over the place, plates, bowls, cups, forks, spoons, trash bags being thrown in corners of the house mean while Hyunjin lying down on the couch drunk Sighing at the mess while rubbing her forehead in disbelief at her husband lying there drunk. "Hyun," she started off by tapping on his shoulder. "Hm?" He hummed. "Go sleep in our bedroom, my love. You're falling asleep on the couch." Explaining the situation, however, Hyunjin just silently fell back asleep. "Babe, come on. Go to bed." Y/n sighs again. "Come on, I don't wanna start this shit." She curssed as to going back to shake his body once again. "What?" He questioned. "Can you please go sleep in the room?" Asking again, but only to receive his snoring. "Oh my fucking god, Hwang Hyunjin, I'm not doing this shit come on get the fuck up and go to bed. It's late, your going to complain to me in the morning about why I didn't wake you up." A groan of annoyance puffed out between her lips, hoping that he listened. "Hyunjin!" Shaking his body harder as he got up and looked at him. "Do you not see me sleeping, I'm trying to fucking sleep!" Hyunjin yelled. "If your going to sleep go sleep in the god damn room, do you not hear me or not. Cause it seems like my husband here doesn't listen well." She argued back, as to sitting up and beginning to clean up the place. "I did listen to you, how many times did I said yes that I would?" His voice rage, "you know what fuck you, you wanna start talking about how your ass was saying yes. The whole entire time of me trying to wake you up just for you to sleep in the fucking room left me with no answer coming from you. So do me a favor and please go sleep in the room." She snapped as Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "Always fucking nagging." Hyunjin whispered underneath his breath. Stomping up the stairs into the room with a loud bang of the door shutting. "Stop fucking slamming the door, god dammit!!" She yelled, "I'm tired of having to- oh fuck" Y/n groaned in pain. "Hyun!" She shouts in pain.

To be continued...

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[strangersteddierthings]

Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]

"Oh Boom!" Steve cheers, stepping though the plants, "Bada bing, bada boom! There she is, Henderson. Skull Rock. In your face, man. In your stupid, cocky little face."

"Doesn't make sense," Dustin mutters, following after him.

"Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can't admit it. Can't admit you're wrong, you butthead," Steve says, one hand on his hip as he looks up at Skull Rock.

"I concur," Eddie's voice is preceded by the thump of his landing, which causes Steve and Dustin to turn around to, "You, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead."

"You son of a bitch!" a different, familiar voice shouts, and Steve watches, to his increasing horror, as Gareth rounds the rock Eddie just jumped off and beelines for Steve. He's too shocked to do anything other than watch as Gareth plants his palms to Steve's chest and shoves.

Steve goes down hard, arms pinwheeling. He hears several people call his name but the white noise his brain is generating has blocked out everything except Gareth. Gareth, who stands before him, chest heaving in his anger, hand back to his sides and fists clenched.

"Where were you!?" Gareth screams at him, and Steve can see tears threatening to fall. "Where the fuck have you been?"

"Excuse me, but who are you?" Robin asks, stepping forward and into Steve's periphery. The white noise quiets just a bit as he watches Robin whip to Eddie. "Who is he?"

Eddie says something back, but Steve doesn't fully hear it before Gareth has taken a step forward, closer, pulling all his attention again and Gareth asks again, quietly, "Where were you?"

Steve swallows, looking Gareth up and down. He's dirty, much like Eddie, and not wearing shoes. Why isn't he wearing shoes? What happened to them? He looks back up to Gareth's face. To the anger he can see, is sure everyone else can see, too. But, also, to the sorrow, the fear, the hurt underneath it all. Steve opens his mouth, a thousand questions on his tongue. Where are your shoes? How did you get here? When? I tried to keep you out of this, I wanted to keep you out of this. Why are you here? But, instead, what comes out is, "I'm sorry."

Those words seem to break Gareth. A choked off sob rips from his throat and he drops to his knees, curling in on himself. Steve, always protective, moves to comfort him at the same time as Eddie does but Eddie beats him there, kneeling down to be at Gareth's side, concern etched in every line of him. Eddie places a hand on Gareth's back, near his shoulder, rubbing small, soothing circles there.

It makes something squeeze deep inside of him, to see Eddie caring for Gareth so much, even as Eddie is now glaring at Steve in defense of whatever slight he thinks Steve has caused. Or maybe he knows. Maybe Gareth told him. Told him how Steve is the worst cousin in the world, failed to protect Chrissy. Failed Gareth, too, since he's here, barefoot in the middle of the goddamn woods instead of safe in his home.

Robin's arm hooking under Steve's own breaks him from his thoughts. He lets Robin help him stand, and watches as Eddie does the same for Gareth, and for a moment, the whole forest is quiet.

But they have Dustin with them, so that doesn't last long. "Can someone explain what the hell is going on? Why's Gareth here?"

Steve doesn't even have it in himself to scold Dustin for his language.

Eddie and Gareth exchange looks, a silent communication so like how he is with Robin that it gut-punches him, and then Eddie says, "it's, uhh, quite a story."

"Start telling it, then," Nancy says gently but still with her usual no nonsense undertone.

They get a story told by both. When Eddie pauses, Gareth picks up the tale, and the vice versa. When Gareth gets choked with emotion, such as explaining that Chrissy is his cousin, Eddie takes over and explains. He says nothing about Steve, doesn't even imply he knows more, so... maybe Gareth hasn't told him Steve is also his cousin?

Then they talk about Patrick and Nancy wants to know the time, and soon it's back to dealing with the Upside Down. Something's up with Dustin's compass they have to go investigate now, and Steve thinks everyone's forgotten the weird tension of Gareth shoving him down and demanding to know where he's been.

Everyone but Robin, it seems, who hangs back to ask about it as they follow Dustin and his broken compass.

"So, how do you know Gareth?" Robin asks, uncertain.

Steve frowns at the back of Gareth's head, where he walks ahead with Dustin and Eddie. "He's my cousin."

"Oh!" Robin's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, looking from Gareth to Steve, as if she can spot a family resemblance from the back of Gareth's head. "How did I not know that?"

"Gareth asked to pretend we weren't related when he started high school," Steve shrugs. "Was afraid it would ruin his 'street cred'."

"What a nerd."

"Right?" Steve chuckles at that and they walk in silence for a bit longer before Robin gasps like she's dying. A realization.

"Steve," she breaths out, a hand flying out to grab onto Steve's shoulder in an almost painful grip. He's so glad she's keeping quiet, as she whispers, "was Chrissy your cousin, too?"

Steve swallows and nods.

"Steve, I-"

"No. Not now. Not the time," Steve cuts her off, prying his hand from her arm. "Please, Robbie. I can't think about that now. Please."

Robin doesn't look happy about the development but she gives a nod, swallowing around the lump in her throat now.

#steve‚ gareth‚ and chrissy are cousins au #my fic #and then canon proceeds as normal #robin nancy eddie and steve in the boat #because both eddie and steve were like 'NO' when gareth tries to get in the boat #they demand he stay with the kids 'for their protection' #gareth glares at them the whole time they're rowing away #when dustin and lucas stay silent after max demands to look through the binoculars when steve's hairiness gets mentioned #gareth pretends to gag and throw up #otherwise #canon proceeds as normal until the next part just with gareth added to the kids team

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System pt. 9

Roy Kent x Reader - domestic fluff and hints of further spice to come 😍

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8

MASTERLIST

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You're enjoying the hottest shower you can bear and also not looking forward to going back to your poor water pressure trickle when he taps on the door. 

"Why you knocking?" You laugh over the pounding water. 

"Don't want to catch you doing something you don't want me to know about, " he says with a wink. You turn the shower off and step into the towel he's holding out. "Your phones been going mad, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to check it wasn't Lexie?" 

"Thank you, course I don't." You take the phone and look through the notifications. "Lots from your sister, she's seen the red carpet pictures… shit, the pictures!" You keep scrolling, reaching with your other hand to hold onto his t-shirt. He takes you hand and kisses the palm. "Ah. Here we go." You hold it up to show him. A slew of messages and missed calls from Andy. 

"Fuck. What a knob. Come on, I've made tea. Do you want to read them while I get angry or the other way around?" 

"Ooh we can switch and both get angry."

"Can't do that, you look really hot when you're mad and we haven't got enough time for that."

"Uhh you need talk? Jamie asked me last night if permanent concussion was a thing from all the times you've headbutted him." He holds his hands up, backing out the door. 

"I deny everything." He leaves you to pull on some leggings and one of his Richmond t-shirts (no name on the back). You bounce down the stairs, your heels from the night before discarded at the bottom. Your dress had been left there too but Roy's obviously rescued it and draped it over the back of the sofa. 

"Thank you for saving the dress." You tiptoe to kiss his cheek. 

"It's only down here so I can put it on you again and then take it back off." 

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think we had time for that this morning?" You tease. You sit up on one of the barstools and he steps between your legs, holding out a piece of toast.

"We don't, but I can look at it and dream." He sneaks a kiss before passing your breakfast and moves to stand behind you. 

"I see what you're doing, feed me, put me in a good mood before I have to read these stupid messages?"

"Is it working?" He kisses your neck. 

"No."

"Yes," a laugh which makes you shiver.

"Fine, yes. OK, what have we got…" You unlock the phone and open Andy’s contact page. "Ready?" He nods into your shoulder.

" Now I see why you said no to getting back together. Starting tame, also he's not wrong. I'll allow it. You look like a slag in that dress. Juicy, god I haven't heard the word slag for years!" Roy growls. " I'm guessing Lexie doesn't know. She will when she wakes up. Hmm. OK. I mean, she likes you so I think we can cope with that situation. I think she'll be OK?"

"She's a fucking great kid, smart as hell. She'll be OK." He assures you. 

"There's more. He must have been pretty drunk by these I think. Bet he can't even fuck you with that dodgy knee. Uhhh, better than anyone. Ever. Ever." You feel his grin against your neck. "Don't get a big head."

"Not my head." He laughs, his beard and warm breath tickling you. 

"Ohhh stop doing that. Moving on. I'm sorry you dint really look like a slut. or slag. Ah, spelling and memory are becoming an issue. Oh god, he's back to sex. No idea why, he has literally zero to brag about. can't believe that wanker gets to fuck you in that dress bitch I wud fuk u better. Wow, that one is a real mess. Its the last one, I'm guessing he passed out after that because that last bit is just wishful thinking on his part."

"Didn't he have Lexie?"

"She went to his mums I think, he was going to the West Ham match."

"Good fucking job, if I find out he's getting wasted while she's with him-" You spin the seat around to face him again,

"You'll do nothing. I'll rip his dick off with my bare hands though." 

"Fuck me, you're hot when you're angry." 

"I should go and get her. I just need to check where from. Are you with Jamie today?"

"Yeah, but I can see him later if you want me to come with you?"

"I'll be OK. How shall we tell her? Do you want to be there?" 

"Your call babe, whatever you think she'd prefer? I'd rather not scare the shit out of her." 

"I'll get her and go back to mine. You could come over when you're done later if you want? If she asks me, I won't lie to her but if she doesn't, then we can tell her together? I'll cook for you for a change." 

"Perfect. Do me a favour?"

"Anything." 

"Wear this when you pick her up." He traces over your heart where it turns out, his name is on the shirt embroidered above the Richmond logo. 

"Baby, I would turn up in a full kit with your name on the back. Knee socks included, and football boots, just to piss him off." He kisses you fiercely, 

"Now you're just talking dirty to me," he mutters. 

"Yep, you love it. Come on, I bet Jamie's dying for gossip and I've got to get going." You text Andy while throwing only the important things in your bag. You're sure you've left a breadcrumb trail of your belongings around the house, but you know Roy won't mind. You head out together, the walk taking you both in the same direction for much of the journey. "Did you need to do anything about the photos?"

"Nah, no point in retracting them now and you look fit so the whole world can see them for all I care."

"Including your mum."

"Including my m-, shit, yeah I'd better call her. And your parents? Are they gonna wonder what the fucks going on?"

"I'll take Lexie round that way on our way home I think. Appease them."

"Nice one. Right, this is the Tartt's palace. See you later. Good luck, don't fucking kill him without me there to watch."

"Hmm I'll try. Don't make Jamie vom, he was trying really hard not to get too drunk last night but I don't think he was very successful."

"Story of his life. Love you." You smile up at him, 

"Love you too." Jamie has the door open before Roy's even hallway through the gate, waving at you. You wave back and carry on up to Andy’s mum's house. She had been largely on your side up to now, annoyed with Andy for breaking up the family and worried that she'd see less of Lexie because of it. You'd reassured her repeatedly, taken Lexie in for tea on the way home from school, picked up bits of shopping for her and gently tried to let her know that nothing had to change between them. You weren't so sure that would be the case this morning. 

 

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Andy’s car was on the drive so you braced yourself. 

"Darling girl, come in! Tea?"

"Hi Daph, yes please. I've only had time for one this morning." So far, so good. 

"Sore head?" She asked knowingly. 

"Not too bad. I suspect someone else is more hungover than me."

"You're not wrong. Did he give you crap?"

"A bit. How was Lex?"

"Oh golden, we had a lovely night. She's none the wiser by the way." She leads you from your hushed conversation in the hallway to her kitchen where Lexie sat eating breakfast and Andy hovered with a coffee in hand.

"Morning poppet, did you have a good night with Gran?"

"Yeah, we watched the new Matilda film!"

"And she hasn't stopped singing the songs yet!" Lexie grinned at her Gran.

"Show me later. Did you do your homework with Dad?" She nodded through a mouthful of cereal. Andy had yet to acknowledge you so far. "Shall we pop and see Nanny and Pop-pop on the way home?" Her face lights up, Andy grunts from the corner of the room. 

"Something to tell the folks eh?"

"Nothing we haven't already talked about." You quickly come up with the white lie. You don't want him to have the satisfaction that you're on clean up duty today. Lexie finishes her breakfast, puts her bowl in the sink and gives Daph a big hug. 

"Thank you Gran."

"Anytime pickle. Have a lovely week at school."

"And bye to Dad?" You prompt her, finishing your tea. You manage to leave without being cornered by Andy, it's pretty clear that his mum has told him to keep his mouth shut, so the short distance to your parents is a happy one. Your dad is already in the garden checking his plants and you can see your mum in the kitchen window beaming at Lexie. "Morning!" You call out, Lexie runs straight in so you go to your dad first. "Hiya dad." 

"Morning poppet," the same nickname you use for Lexie makes you smile. "Saw the paper."

"Hmm I thought you might have."

"Isn't he an almighty arsehole? I saw him on Sky Sports news, proper miserable bugger." You laugh at your dad's straight to the point question. 

"I still need to talk to Lexie, so I can't really talk about it too much, but he's so lovely dad. He's a grumpy fucker but he loves me, and Lexie too. It's early days, but he makes me very happy." Your dad stays quiet, just a grunt of acknowledgement. 

"I'll see about that. You'll bring him?"

"Soon, let's get the season finished first. It's a busy couple of weeks."

"Any luck on the job front?"

"Not yet."

"I hope you're not planning on just letting him support you? I didn't raise you like that."

"Dad! Course I'm not!" It stings a bit that he'd even ask that. You leave him to his tomato plants and go in to your mum. 

"Morning, love. Good night?"

"Yeah, thank you." Lexie is distracted by the baking your mum has already started, "you're not going to ask if I'm in it for the money as well are you?" Your mum laughs, 

"Don't be daft. Nice t-shirt," she notes. "Does the situation make you happy?" She asks cryptically for Lexie's benefit. 

"Very."

"Well that's enough for me for now. More details to follow though please. And you looked beautiful, my sweetheart."

"Thank you."

"He's very handsome. The only reason I'd put up with your dad watching Sky Sports news, really. Don't tell him I said that."

"I'm not telling either of them. Don't want him leaving me for my hot mum!" You stay long enough for Lexie the bottomless pit to have one of your mums famed apple muffins and pack up a couple to take for Roy, thankful that they can't ask too much with Lexie around. You plan to walk home via the park so text Sara who meets you with Phoebe. 

"How did the parental rounds go? Roy called this morning, said you'd have to deal with Andy's mum as well?"

"The mums are fine, I think. Turns out he's got a good fanbase in older women." 

"Oh that'll be his yoga women theory rumbled then. So confident they have no idea who he is! Like their husbands aren't all glued to weekend football."

"My dad asked if I was a golddigger."

"Ouch, rude!"

"Just making sure I'm not throwing my career away."

"What career?" She sniggers. 

"Oi, cheek!" 

"You looked so great together last night. The pictures were amazing."

"It didn't even cross my mind that they'd get attention like that. I wasn't expecting damage control this morning, or to have to tell those two so soon." You look over at where the girls are playing. 

"Phebs hasn't mentioned it yet, but it won't take long. You haven't got to see the playground parents tomorrow have you? That'll be fun, they love a bit of extracurricular shagging!"

"No, she's at breakfast club thankfully! I'm going to tell her this afternoon." 

"Good idea, gotta do it before anyone else can." You say goodbye with plans to watch the following week's Man City game together with the girls and to catch up in the week at school. 

 

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You're considering tackling the mountain of washing and more job applications when the front door knocks. Lexie, who's been quiet all morning, jumps up to open it. You can just about see the front door from the kitchen, so the first thing you see is Roy handing Lexie a bunch of pink tulips. 

"For me?" She squeaks, "really?"

"Is that OK?"

"Only mum has ever brought me flowers before! Mum! Roy brought me flowers!" She rushes in to show you, shaking the bunch in her little fist.

"Oh honey, they're beautiful! Shall I help you put them in water?"

"Can you do it? I'm making friendship bracelets."

"'Scuse me?"

"Pleaseee?"

"That's better, yes, I can do that for you." She puts the flowers on the table and runs back to the living room, high fiving Roy on the way past. "Someone is on the charm offensive." 

"Oh big time," he pulled another bunch from behind his back, peonies.

"How did you know?"

"Dunno what you're talking about." He checked the door before kissing you lightly, you cock your head to one side, "alright yeah, Lexie told me last week when you were out shopping with Sar."

"I knew you were a softy really."

"Only for you, don't get destroying my fucking tough man image."

"I wouldn't dream of it. I like that side too. Did you make Jamie vomit?"

"Unfortunately no. Did you kill anyone?"

"Unfortunately no. Bad mornings all round." He hasn't moved from your side yet and keeps looking to the door. "I think you're safe. She's making Richmond coloured bracelets for the match, we're watching with your mum and sister."

"So I've heard, means I'd better tell my mum about you then." At the knowledge that you shouldn't be interrupted for a few moments, he takes the opportunity to crowd you against the counter and really kiss you. You tilt your head to give you both better access and he sweeps his tongue over your bottom lip before biting it. The small gesture sends a wave of pleasure through your body and your hands go to the hem of his t-shirt of their own accord. You slide them just underneath enough to feel the warm skin on his stomach. The lightest scratch of your nails so close to the waistband of his jeans makes him growl into the kiss. "I've got to stop," he groans, pulling away from you. You can't help the desperate, needy moan at the loss of contact, and the look he gives you from that sound alone is enough to leave you trembling. You take a second to get your breath back and go back to sorting out the flowers. "Has she asked?" He questions once it feels safe enough to talk again. 

"Not yet. I'm going to go and talk to her, you're welcome to come with me?" He squeezes your hand reassuringly but makes sure to let it go once you're in the living room. "Hey, Lex? I need to tell you some that you might end up hearing about from someone else, I wanted to be able to tell you first though?" She sits up and starts measuring your wrist for a friendship bracelet.

"Is it about Roy?"

"Uhh yeah, how did you know?" She shrugs,

"He's here. And he brought flowers." You nod, 

"Right, of course. Yeah, it's about Roy. He asked me out to a fancy party last night. You might see some pictures of us-"

"Have you got them, can I see now?"

"Sure, I just need to get my phone." You're about to stand when Roy passes you his phone instead, and you see the lockscreen is one of the pictures from the night before. You hold it out to her, 

"You guys look so cute." Roy grunts at being called 'cute', "It's true!" She says, taking up his wrist to measure him for a bracelet. "So he's like, your boyfriend?" You steal a quick look at him, his eyebrows raise in anticipation of your answer. 

"Yeah. Is that ok?" Lexie shrugs,

"Sure, you're cooler than dad's new girlfriend but they broke up already. And now I get to meet footballers and hang out with Phoebe even more. She said we could be cousins and I told her I didn't have any so she said we should definitely do that. Can we?"

"Let's ummm… cousins is a very big step for you both. You really need to make sure you're ready so just slow down a bit there." Roy is sniggering at the big deal you've made cousins out to be, but Lexie is having none of it. 

"Mum, I think we'd be OK. We're nearly 9. We're not babies. I think you should just be brave and let us do it."

"Thanks for that input bunny, I'll take the cousins thing super seriously, ok?" She accepts your suggestion and thankfully drops the conversation. In the safety of the kitchen, you lean into him and let his arms wrap around you. "That was so scary. Why are 8 year olds so fucking terrifying?!"

"You were the shit, I fucking loved that." He laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. You stand together until Roy's phone rings and disturbs you. "It's Phoebe. Alright love?" He asks her. You can hear the squeal through the phone but can't make out what she's actually saying. You move away from Roy and give him a big thumbs up and a: you got this ! He doesn't look convinced, despite you only just telling him how scary it was. You can only hear his side of the call. "Nan saw the pictures? Yeah it was a fucking great dress. Yeah alright, I owe you. Worth it. No, this doesn't mean you're cousins now. You can be cousins when I tell you so. Cos it'll be up to me! Phoebe, put nan on the phone. Mum? Yeah she's OK. I'll come and see you tomorrow. I will, love you." He hangs up and you wait. "Phoebe is suddenly obsessed with cousins and mum wanted to check you were ok." You smile,

"I think that went well then. All the mums are on board, all the kids, I'm claiming the win." 

 

You cooked dinner, as promised and let Lexie watch a film with Roy afterwards while you packed her school bag and your work things. He left at her bedtime, leaving you with a kiss at the door. 

"Maybe Roy could have a sleepover next time, mum," she said halfway to sleep, "but you can't steal all the covers or he'll get cold."

"Thanks poppet, I'll make sure I don't steal the covers."

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Chapter 4 -

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Summary: AU/Canon Divergent - Set after the rescue of Crosshair, Omega, and Tech from Mount Tantis. The Batch settles down on Pabu and are, for the moment, able to hide from the Empire. Crosshair, with much grumbling, is convinced to see one of the local doctors to monitor his recovery. Unfortunately for Crosshair, Dr. Isabella Ramót is a ray of sunshine and a breath of fresh air - and totally capable of handling his harsh, rough demeanor.

Trigger Warnings - Emotions. Just, all the emotions. SFW, but mature themes explored. Minors DNI.

As a Bonus! @mythical-illustrator created an amazing fanart of Bells! isn't she wonderful!?? Check out the linked original post and show the artist some love!

The following weeks after Crosshair’s vulnerable moment on the Cliff with Bells, and their tentative agreement, were filled with preparations. Crosshair had to improve his physical state and maintain standing or walking without becoming overwhelmed or collapsing. He was surprised at the level of determination he now felt to grow in strength. 

He sought out physical activity more frequently and began taking night walks, in order to avoid the looks or attempted conversations with villagers. Sometimes Omega would tag along, regaling him with stories of the shenanigans she and her friends had gotten into, usually along with Wrecker. He listened and scowled, and tried not to acknowledge the strange feeling of warm nostalgia for a time when he and his brothers were so carefree as cadets. When they'd arrive back at his home, Hunter would be waiting with an infuriatingly soft expression on his face and Omega would sneak a hug from Crosshair before skipping off after Hunter.

No matter how much Crosshair protested, Wrecker had seemed to take it upon himself to ensure that Crosshair was up to his eyeballs in food. He came over once a day when possible, never bothering to knock and kicking the door open, arms laden with various fruits, breads, pastries, and cured meats.

"Ugh, Wrecker- don't you ever knock?" Crosshair hissed at his brother and glared at the newest armful of food Wrecker brought in.

"Uhh–No. Why? I've never had to knock before."

"Start." He growled, but Wrecker was immune to Crosshair’s vitriol and simply laughed in response. Crosshair eyed the food Wrecker deposited on the counter of his small kitchenette. "What the kriff did you bring?" He noticed a few repeat items that he’d enjoyed, including a particular spicy ronto meat pie that made his mouth water. 

"Oh! Izzy said that you’re improving but you need to eat more! So I brought you some of my favorite things from the market here!" Wrecker’s smile is wide and disarming, “And a few things you seemed to like from last time.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, deliberately ignoring the tightness in his chest, and snapped back, "I don't need you to feed me, di’kut."

Wrecker’s large hand slapped his back and Crosshair gritted his teeth against the pain. With a disgustingly soft expression, Wrecker replied, "I know! But- if you don't eat more I will."

Crosshair mumbled under his breath, "Kriffing can't anyone stay out of my fucking business."

"Nope!" Wrecker exclaimed loudly, laughter reverberating in the small lodging. He ignored his brother’s grumbling, more than used to it by now, and digs into the food, knowing that Crosshair will join him when he’s ready.

Crosshair begrudgingly nibbled at the food, sampling a little of each item. He found himself consistently surprised by how much he likes, new flavors and textures he's never had the opportunity to experience before. Wrecker is loud and exuberant as he eats, and as much as Crosshair scowled and grit his teeth, there was a certain comfort that came from sharing a meal with his brother. It was almost like before. When they were a family. When he was whole. Wrecker stays for a while after the meal grinning like a fool that his mission has been successful.

Wrecker had always been good at filling the silence, regardless of whether or not Crosshair cares to hear it. He was now talking about some civilian woman he’d met at the bakery, why he felt Crosshair needed to know what color her hair was or how she always smiled when Wrecker came in, which was every kriffing day apparently, he couldn’t guess.

“Her name is Daisy and she always gives me extras of my favorite things when I go in there! And Omega loves her!” Wrecker’s smile was somehow wider than it was before, something Crosshair didn’t think was possible, and there was a slight flush to his cheeks.

“You like her.” Crosshair scoffed,eyeing his brother with insufferable scrutiny.

“Well– yeah! Daisy’s nice! And she makes the best food!” 

"You have a crush because she’s pretty and makes food…" He sneered derisively at his brother. He can't be serious.

"Well…I mean…" Wrecker shrugged, rubbing a hand on his neck, perhaps made a little shy by the topic of conversation, "Is that so bad?"

"We're not meant for that life, Wrecker." His voice was firm, decided.

Wrecker shook his head, "Why not, Cross? We're not soldiers anymore. I mean- not like we use'ta be."

"Don't be naive. You can’t change your nature. We weren't made for relationships, to have normal lives." He waved dismissively, hoping to push the topic away like smoke.

"Well- I'm not letting anyone else make that choice anymore… you shouldn't either." It was a rare serious moment for his large, silly brother, his face sobered.

"Ugh-" This was not a conversation Crosshair felt ready to discuss. 

"Hey! What about you and Bells! Huh??" Wrecker nudged him with his elbow, eyebrows waggling.

"Ridiculous." Crosshair snarled, practically spitting the word out. He felt irrational anger at Wrecker’s use of the nickname. He grit his teeth and shook it off, but the feeling lingered at the back of his mind. Wrecker was giving him an amused and knowing look, which only angered him further, "Wrecker- don't look at me like that."

"You're allowed to like her ya know…" Wrecker leaned in, his voice oddly softer.

Crosshair bristled, this is ridiculous! "Wrecker." He warned. He pushed his brother away and focused intently on a cracked spot of the counter. "STOP."

Wrecker was not dissuaded, he wrapped an arm around Crosshair’s shoulders, pulling him close, despite his brother’s protests. "Come ooon, Cross! I think she likes you, too!"

Unable to fight his brother’s strength, he rolls his eyes and scowls. "Don't you have something better to do than pester me?"

"Nope!" Wrecker laughed boisterously, shaking Crosshair in the process.

- - - -

Once he'd been left alone again,  Crosshair finally pulled out his firepuncher, he was reverant, mourning, guilty. His thoughts raced in his mind telling him don't bother trying, di’kut, that you can't, you're too weak, and you aren't worthy. He stared down at his disassembled rifle, Maybe now is the time for pushing. His thoughts unbidden turned to Bells. Her maddeningly positive outlook, the way her eyes sparkle brightly when she smiles at him. The surprising strength she carries to challenge him, support him, and defend him– He put his rifle back together for the first time since his rescue and felt a sliver of himself return to him. Perhaps Bells is right afterall, the familiar feeling of the cool metal beneath his fingers giving him a strange sort of melancholy. But is this all that he is? A soldier? A killer? Is he even capable of being anything else?

A frustrated growl escaped his lips as he attempted to lift his rifle with precise, practiced movements, only to feel the uncontrollable shaking of his weakened muscles. He was unable to hold his form for more than a few moments despite multiple desperate, stubborn attempts.

After many long, aggravating attempts to lift and hold his rifle with precision and the same practiced ease he had previously taken pride in, Crosshair was left shaking, sweaty, and sore from the use of his atrophied muscles. Yet, there was a mild sort of satisfaction that he felt just from once again being able to hold and feel the rifle that was once his singular identity. Crosshair determined in that moment that, if he could not have the redemption he did not deserve, he would at least regain this one part of himself - his strength, his ability, his identity. That would have to be enough.

- - - -

During one of Crosshair’s nightly walks, a rare one where Omega or another sibling didn’t join him and he’s left blissfully alone, he enjoyed the quiet coastal breeze and the comforting silence of the village. It was late enough that most had gone to their homes, businesses were shuttered, and the only souls walking the streets were quickly finding their way to their homes for a well-earned rest. 

On nights like this Crosshair could almost believe that he had earned his freedom. That he perhaps could have a chance at a quiet life, at peace. Almost. The thought soured like vinegar in his mind and he pushed it back down, hiding it away once more.

The streetlights were dimmed to a comfortable ambiance and Crosshair felt no sense of urgency as he meandered through the streets, eyes observing everything, memorizing every nook and cranny without a thought. A lifetime of training isn’t easily forgotten.

As he walked, a noise came from off to the side, in a dark, covered doorway and he paused, listening more closely. Was that crying he was hearing? Uncertainty clouded his mind and he froze. The crying was stifled, as if the person was attempting to cover up the noise. Crosshair wasn’t sure what compelled him to, but he took a few steps forward leaning in to investigate the sound.

Isabella was curled in upon herself, one hand covering her mouth to muffle the sound of her cry. Her shoulders wracked with sobs, her other hand clutched a data pad.

Unsure what to do, Crosshair looked about the area for another person, someone who would very likely be more equipped to handle a crying woman than himself.

The movement caught Isabella’s eye and she started. She quickly stood up, hands flying to her face to wipe away the tears, "Crosshair!" Her voice was thick and rough from crying.

"Bells." He cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable, "Do- Do you need me to go find someone…else…for you?"

She released a startled chuckle and shook her head. “No. I’m-I’m–fine. Thank you.” She responds haltingly, voice shaking out each word, and continues in vain to wipe at the tears streaming down her face.

He tilted his head to the side, “You’re crying.” It was a statement of fact. Despite his flat tone, Crosshair felt a deep concern for her and took a few soft steps forward to lean against the wall opposite her, “I don’t think I’d call that ‘fine’.” 

She leaned her head back against the wall and took a deep steadying breath, attempting to slow the halting gasps. The pair stood in silence, both unsure how to proceed. There was a sense of unavoidable change, that how they chose to proceed could change something indeterminate between them.

Crosshair watched her closely, it was strange to see this woman who so often had a smile on her face, now so broken, eyes rimmed in red and face scrunched in some deep emotional pain. Crosshair felt so out of his depth but also unable to leave her alone in her pain. He knew what that felt like and was surprised to find that he did not want to be the reason that Bells experienced the same.

Her breathing had evened out after a time and she sighed deeply, “Today is the anniversary of my parents’ death.” She spoke softly, almost too softly to hear. Her eyes were focused on the ground, giving him the option to disengage. “And I forgot.” He watched the pain on her face deepen and she slid down the wall, sitting once again and wrapping her arms around herself.

He sat across from her in silence- what words could he give to comfort her? He couldn’t exactly describe himself as emotionally competent. So he did what he had wished others had done for him, and simply sat with her.

“This is the first time I’ve forgotten them… I usually take the day to do something we used to do together, something that reminds me of them. But I was so focused on my work and the new refugees that I didn’t remember until I got home.” Now that she was speaking, it was like the words couldn’t be kept in, they spilled out in a rush. 

Honoring the fallen was something Crosshair could understand. Despite the contention he’d often held for “regs” they were still, in some fashion, his brothers and many had been lost. She had presented him with a problem, and problems were something he could fix. “What do you normally do?”

Her eyes were still red rimmed but the tears had stopped for the moment. She regarded him with an unreadable expression before answering, “Last year, I made their favorite meals and stayed up to watch the sun rise. Mom loved the sunrise.” She paused, breathing deeply with her eyes closed, “He used to paint them… My–my father used to paint. He made the most beautiful scenic works of art. I used to paint, too, before–”

Something sparked in Crosshair’s memory, “The painting in your clinic. Was it his?”

Bells’s eyes widened, “Yes. How did you–”

He glanced sidelong at her with a smirk and rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t be a very good sniper if I wasn’t observant.” His snark was rewarded with a smile, if not as bright as her usual ones. He took this as encouragement and continued, “Why don’t you paint the sunrise?”

“What?”

He shrugged, attempting to keep up his appearance of detachment, despite the growing tightness and warmth in his chest. “You used to paint. So paint the sunrise. That will honor both of them.”

She laughed suddenly, a bright and bubbling sound, “Crosshair! You’re a genius!”

“Don’t let Tech hear you say that… Actually, do. He’d hate it.”

Isabella leapt up and reached out a hand to him, “Will you join me? It was your idea, after all.”

He hesitated, once again Bells has found a way to spin things in a way that draws him closer when he’s so used to pushing others away. He scowled, but still reached out and took her hand, “It’s not like I sleep much anyway.”

“Hm. Might want to work on that.” She smirked back at him. The banter was like a pressure release, the strangely charged feeling passes allowing things to return to normal, for the moment.

For the next several hours, Crosshair found himself in a situation he could never have foreseen. Keeping silent vigil over Bells as she painted the sunrise in honor of parents he would never meet. He was her silent companion. It had been a long time since he’d been so relaxed and watching her paint smooth brushstrokes was soothing.

“Thank you, Crosshair.” She smiled at him, red hair rimmed in a halo of sunlight.

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[Start ID: 6 pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles following Tommy and Darnold's interaction at Chuck E Cheese after Black Mesa. Warning for stuttering (in case that sets anyone off).

Tommy is hugging Sunkist when he spots Darnold, who'd rounded the corner and was watching them, quietly. Darnold is surpised when Tommy asks: "Uhh...Darnold? Would you maybe like to pet him?" while gesturing to Sunkist, the huge dog wearing a goofy blank look of happiness and a party hat to top it off.

Darnold replies: "Oh, uhhh, sure! Let me just..." Sunkist follows his movement as he crouches down, turning his body to a 45 degree angle to not seem confrontational. "Alright," he says, taking off one glove and holding his ungloved hand by his body for Sunkist to approach and sniff, before continuing, "Okay. Sunkist, if you'd like to approach me, I believe you may do so now."

Sunkist gets up immediately, plodding over to sniff Darnold's offered hand. Sunkist's tail begins to wag, which Darnold notes, saying: "Hmm... that's a good sign." Tommy goes: "Oh!"

Darnold scratches Sunkist on the shoulder: "Hey there, doggy!" Bubbles of green sweet voice float out of Sunkist's mouth. Tommy watches in astonishment: "Oh! Darnold, do YOU have a pet dog? You knew how to meet- to approach him so well! Most people just shove their hands in his face." Darnold says: "Aw, no. I mean, I thought about it, but I didn't think I'd have time for a pet." Darnold has removed his other glove as to not rub chemicals into Sunkist's fur, and Sunkist lifts his head as he begins to scratch under the dog's chin. With his nose in the air, Sunkist smells something odd.

"That was just from my research, in case I, uh, encountered a dog and didn't wanna get bit." Darnold continues, waving it off. "But...y'know what? Maybe I am ready for a change." Sunkist, who'd still been sniffing the air, has seemingly found the source hidden in the tied-up sleeve of Darnold's second labcoat. Darnold looks up in reminiscence, smiling slightly and unaware: "I wasn't very experienced with animal-handling before, just the lab mice y'see, but then I met Sasha and...and..." Darnold is suddenly very aware of Sunkist nosing around behind him.

He gets up immediately and sprints off, holding onto the back of his second labcoat: "P-pardon me, I have to excuse myself-" Tommy is left confused, and he turns to Sunkist, who looks back with innocent eyes. "Maybe that was too soon..." Tommy says to him. He hadn't meant to bring up pets and make Darnold upset after having left his Gubb companion back at the facility. Sunkist picks up the gloves Darnold had left behind in his haste with his mouth and brings them to Tommy. Tommy goes to take them from him, saying: "...No...you're right, Sunkist. I'll go, uh, I'll make it right." /End ID.]

Previous story parts found here: [Part 1.][Part 2.][Part 3.][Part 4.][Part 5.][Part 6.][Part 7.][Part 8.][Part 9.][Part 10.][Part 11.][Part 12.]

And the finale begins!

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20 questions for fic writers

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2. What's your total AO3 word count?

582,638

3. What fandoms do you write for?

only 911 at first but now i have a fringe fic and a wolfsong fic in the works

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head (eddie comes out to buck and to be supportive buck buys eddie a very gay mug)

today i live for a single drop of you (5 times buck dreams about sucking eddie's cock and 1 time he actually gets to do it)

when the violence causes silence (set after 6x10, eddie dealing with the aftermath of the lightning strike and working out how to confess his feelings)

we live and breathe words (buck finds eddie's poetry and realizes eddie is in love with him and decides to do something about it)

slowly getting sober from the taste of your skin (pwp, threesome between buck, eddie, and evil doctor buck)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do! at least, i do my best, i know sometimes i get the notification and look away and completely forget asdfghjkll, but i love responding and weeping about my gratitude

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ummm all of my fics have happy endings sooooo i don't have an answer for this

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

ummm maybe red life might stream again because eddie and buck went through a lot of shit in that fic so i made it my mission to give them the happiest and sappiest ending possible

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i have been very lucky in that i haven't

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

oh yes i do. and i suppose it's very emotional and sappy smut. i do try to balance filthy and sweet

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

never written one

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to me knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

me and @elvensorceress started writing a s2 rewrite where shannon lives that i absolutely adore, it's taken a bit of a backburner but it lives forever in my heart. also me and @spaceprincessem plan on writing one that im sure will be so very self-indulgent

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

gotta be buddie (though polivia from fringe is a close second)

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

im not sure. i plan on getting all of my wips done at some point and i don't really think there is one that i won't (at least not at this point)

16. What are your writing strengths?

descriptions i think. i can paint a pretty picture and definitely have flowery purple prose. and a lot of people have told me i am good at characterization which i always worry about but am glad to hear that's it's something im good at even if i doubt it

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i cannot shut up. everything i write is so lengthy even when it doesn't need to be. being succinct definitely isn't my strong suit. and uhh i struggle with writing dialogue because i will get lost in the character's headspace and forget people are supposed to be talking

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i absolutely love it though i don't do it often because i get nervous about it. thankfully i have friends that i can ask if i am unsure about something and im trying to get more comfortable doing it

19. First fandom you wrote for?

supernatural

20. Favourite fic you've written?

gotta be to you i'm just a man (to me you're all i am) because i put my heart and soul into that fic and i really loved delving into the 118's dynamic and everyone's relationship with buck and creating new circumstances for eddie and buck to fall in love

no pressure tagging (and sorry if you've already been tagged) @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @bvckandeddie @colonoscopys @housewifebuck @prettyboybuckley @rogerzsteven @paranoidbean @911onabc @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @try-set-me-on-fire @bucks118 @devirnis @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @transboybuckley @rewritetheending @eddiediaztho @callaplums

#tag game #about me #fic writing #buddie fics #ryan writes #ry rambles

[emily-prentits]

tagged by @crime-wives <33

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

59! (one of which is actually not mine, but it's been passed off to me so i can write the ending. its a long story)

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

170,144 (I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT 😭)

3. what fandoms do you write for?

at the moment i'm a little all over! i have wips for grey's anatomy, silk comics, and the 2019 carmen sandiego reboot.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Dance With Me - 326 kudos (Carmen Sandiego)

lately she's undressing for revenge - 298 kudos (Grey's Anatomy)

used to think loving meant a painful chase (but you're right here now, and I think you'll stay) - 250 kudos (Grey's Anatomy)

all the cuddles are for you - 222 kudos (Carmen Sandiego)

kissing you (again and again and again) - 199 kudos (Killing Eve)

5. do you respond to comments?

i try to! and i always get around to it eventually, unless it's a comment asking me to update etc otherwise it's not worth my time or energy.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

you're gone (and I'm all alone) for sure. the first and only time i've written main character death (so far).

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhh. i don't do a lot of that. but if i had to pick from my sparse collection, i'd say You Are In Love :) short and sweet and ridiculously fluffy. my love letter to meddison <3

8. do you get hate on fics?

i don't think so! i don't write for gigantic fandoms, so the people that read my fics are usually too glad to have a new fic to nitpick my writing lmaoo. and honestly if i did i don't remember, so it clearly wasn't that important to me. shrug emoji

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

yep! as for what kind... well. i'll write anything if i have a strong enough vision and motivation lol. even in my one multi, there's a vast range of stuff. i'm always open to explore!

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

i don't write crossovers, personally i don't care for them, unless aus count.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope :) and if someone tries it i will make their online life a living hell :)

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah! i've co-written twice so far: burning (this is not a love story) with @which-star and it was intentional with @jackie-shitposts :))

14. what's your all time favourite ship?

thats a tough one 😭 but i'd have to go with silkcat from marvel comics. literally who is doing every dynamic so well like they do (no one is)

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh so many. SO many. including but not limited to: meddison season 18/19 neighbor au, meddison bloomington au, and are you mine? (i'm not quite yours). its exhausting having all these ideas and no motivation to write them :(

16. what are your writing strengths?

i'm told that i write complex/angsty feelings really well! and i'm glad i do lol because why is my brain like this if not to be a storyteller

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

little movements. i love them and need them. they kill me.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i'm open to it! i'm not fluent in any languages other than english, but i could probably string together some sentences in spanish if i tried (don't ask me about my latin abilities, pls and ty.)

19. first fandom you wrote for?

the 2019 carmen sandiego reboot on netflix! that show got me into writing and is also how i met my partners :)

20. favorite fic you've written?

oh boy you're making me choose 😭 i'll say that revenge is my top 1 SO FAR. second and third is tied between intrigue (hold your breath). and already yours. these three are some of the only fics i've written that i like enough to reread.

no pressure tagging: @walshies @which-star @lisascumslut78 @itsdappleagain @peridotglimmer @sucker-for-emily-prentiss and any other writers that want to! i always forget which of my mutuals write when im tagged in stuff like this. whoops

#tagged #thea talks #jo writes #??? #carmen sandiego #grey's anatomy #silk #the important ones anyway

[ccrisntok]

Ace ship ramblings

So, I have like. An art post planned soon. But until then uhh.

My (and kinda @greyzanticz a little) personal opinion on Ace's romantic compatibility with every other drdt character (I'm bored and sad so we gotta over compensate with complete insanity). I won't have much to say abt most of these, and I'm pretty sure no one ships a good majority of them, I just used every character for shits and gigs

Also idk if Ace ship discord is a thing but if it is please don't flame me if I don't like ur otp. Send me ur ship art instead. Try and change my mind. Dm me a paragraph explaining how Ace and character are soulmates. Also spoilers.

I'm also gonna give them number ratings bc. I can.

Let's start with the classic:

Ace + Levi

• I genuinely think this would be my otp or something if they hadn't fallen out in the 1st trial. After that the idea of these two in a romantic setting just. Doesn't work for me. There's to much genuine distrust and fighting. Them as besties is awesome though! They will be best friends again let me be delusional. So basically, ship it chapter 1, chapter 2 I'd rather eat glass (but no beef to Acevi shippers I completely understand). In a fix it au, it's prob a fav. 7/10.

Ace + David

• I didn't really. Clock this as thing. I think it makes more sense with pre-breakdown David? Like mediator x instigator? I don't really get it but I can understand the basic vibe and it's not... Horrible. 4/10

Ace + Nico

• Yeah if Levi and Ace fighting killed their ship potential for me, this was made to be my no-tp. Maybe in a fix it au, I could stand it. In cannon, nah 2/10.

Ace + Veronika

• Now, I love Veronika. And I love Ace. But oh God I can feel the dysfunction radiating. The basic dynamic is okay though, just don't feel like Veronika could and would do better (find a more interesting case study to date). Obviously as the Halloween trio Ace and Veronika are so besties but romantically, no 💕 4/10

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Ace + Arturo

•Jesus this would be toxic as hell. I don't really see it, honestly, but I get where. It came from. That's the thing with rare pairs, sometimes they personally hit, sometimes they don't. I could probably like this one if I read a really good fic or something. 5/10

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(Bonus) The Halloween Trio (Veronika, Arturo, and Ace) as a polecule.

•i think I like this one more because it's banking on Verturo which is prob the biggest drdt ship I have, but idk. Them as a bestie unit is by far my preferred Halloween (or Horror, as I've been calling it 💀) Trio, but them as a polecule is. Okay too. 6.5/10

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Ace + Xander

•I don't hate this one as much as chapter 2 Acevi, or Nico x Ace, even though Xander and Ace had heavy beef. I think it's bc it wasn't as. Serious as his later beefs. I think I could be convinced to enjoy and enemy to lovers fic with these two, but it's not something I'd actively look for. Also Xander died before Ace went into his "actually being a total dick instead of funny comical relief" era and I think if he'd survived to see it, Ace wouldn't have survived to live it, yk? 6/10

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(I think these are where the pairings are completely random LMAO)

Ace + Rose

• Okay. So. I don't hate it. But I definitely don't like it either. I feel like Rose would NOT have the energy for Ace in any capacity, and she doesn't like ppl being loud, so. But also the idea of Rose's chill vibes calming Ace down Is cute... 5/10

Ace + Charles

• I don't think this would work. There is like, no chemistry (hahaha) here at all imo? Just doesn't call out to me for any reason. 2/10

Ace + Hu

• I really don't like this. I can't comprehend it. Like when I imagine what this is ship would be like it weirds me out. 0/10. Sorry any Hu x Ace shippers.

Ace + J

• I feel like J has a very real and reasonable distaste for Ace in cannon and I can't think of an instance where they interact otherwise. Their dynamic in my head is just "Crazy bitch and bitch who doesn't like them bc they are crazy" and I can't really think past that. Their dynamic romantically doesnt catch my eye for any reason 💀 1/10

Ace + Eden

• I genuinely think Eden is a lesbian but if we move past that... I still can't see these guys as anything but friends. Like I want them to be besties bc their dynamic is perfect (Angry asshole & the nicest human ever created) but as a couple, I just don't see it. I'll give it a decent rating though, since I understand how their dynamics would be interesting romantically. 5/10. Eden is a lesbian though she told me

Ace + Teruko

• nah Teruko would kill him 💀 the only reason i would want this is bc we would see tons more Ace since Teruko's our protag. But fr I don't really think they would work (take a shot every time I say that). They could probably relate to eachother to some extent though, maybe decent friends if Ace ever mellowed out. I think I read a chat fic once where Ace, Charles, and Teruko were all traumatized besties and I hold faith in my heart that'll be cannon. 4/10

• side note their ship name thing could be 'Lucky Horseshoe' 🤯🤯

Ace + Min

• Min does not have the patience for this mf lets me fr. I don't even think these two ever interacted before the trial 💀💀. Again not much to say, this doesn't stand out to me at all. I don't like it for some reason. 1/10

Ace + Arei

• Ehhhh I feel like they could be really good friends. Like their hateful energies used together could be a force to be reckoned with. And they could probably relate to eachother to a decent extent. But I don't think they would ever date (def not bc I think Arei's a lesbian too... Definitely not...) 3/10

Ace + Whit

•... Okay hear me out. Hear me out. Their dynamics bounce off of eachother pretty well. Silly goofy guy x Menace. Whit has shown he can deal with people who are assholes. I mean ik Whit and Charles are the otp and I'll stand by that forever but like. I could so see Whit trying to give Ace a lil redemption arch. Maybe actually succeeding a little. I like this one a lot. Still, you've kinda gotta squint at it a little for it to work.... 7 or 8/10.

I didn't include Mai bc idk who she is. Could be Ace's cousin for all we know

So, in conclusion, Ace is statically very undatable and he will be alone forever. Have a good day.

This was such a dumb post 💀💀💀💀

#drdt #ace markey #danganronpa despair time #im not tagging everyone i mentioned #drdt spoilers

[sosoribro]

BINGLE FRINGLE EXPLAINED (+ headcanons!!!!!!!)

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what does bingle fringle mean?

whilst i mostly use this term to refer to bluepulse, it can also be applied to any two close male friends who could easily be mistaken for a gay couple.

e.g:

"those guys over there are such bingle fringles"

it has similar connotations to the phrases "no homo" and "kiss the homies goodnight" :)

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what is bingle fringle in terms of bluepulse

bingle fringle is how i like to view bluepulse. its much more casual and goofy than some other bluepulse content.

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where did the name "bingle fringle" come from?

so one time i was discussed bluepulse with my friend and i said something along the lines of "oh yeah they're bfs but it totally stands for best friends lol" but then she said "nah it stands for bingle fringle" and we then decided to start referring to bluepulse as bingle fringle because funny :>

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now onto my bluepulse/bingle fringle headcanons!

1-they constantly use the phrase "no homo"

2-jaime finds bart extremely hilarious, but refuses to admit it. but sometimes he cant stop himself from laughing.

3-bart always makes those "what if we kissed in the ___ jokes" like "what if we kissed in the veggietales giggle box"

4-they jokingly insist that they are not gay, but are instead bromosexual

5-jaime's family are constantly asking about bart like "omg when can we meet him he sounds so nice you should bring him over" and then there's milagro who's like "when are you getting married"

6-jaime likes to sing and is very good at it, but almost nobody knows. one time milagro caught him singing and said "you should sing something for your boyfriend" and jaime is just there like "UHH NO I DONT KNOW WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT I UMMMM CANT SING"

7-they're gamer boyfriends

8-when someone says "you guys are cute" bart says "hell no we're absolutely adorable"

9-this interaction has happened:

jaime: te amo

bart: what does that mean

j: i love you

b: i love you too but what does that mean

10-bart is totally into jaime's spanish accent

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meeting adjourned

#bluepulse #bart allen #jaime reyes #young justice #blue beetle #dc #impulse #headcanons #bingle fringle

[jell0buss-37]

I absolutely love your dylan x reader story so far! I was wondering when part 7 was coming out?

Whoops-

Charmer (Dylan Lenivy x reader) Part 7

Ask and ye shall receive. Sorry that this took so long everyone. I've been very busy as of late, but I will be getting back on track! I hope you guys enjoy this. :')

Tw: Canon gore, vomiting, and death, oh my!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

"Three of them are in the Radio Shack. Three more back at the lodge. We're still missing a couple, somewhere in the woods." Static takes over, and you can no longer hear their words.

Dylan's shaking beside you now, and you yourself are struggling to remain calm. "They… shit were they talking about us!?" You look to Ryan, already knowing the answer. "Fuck, oohhh fuck fuck fuck FUCK. They know we're here- I- THEY-" Dylan begins hyperventilating, a panic attack starting.

You have a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach, but not from the fear of the guys out there, from the feeling that something horrible is going to happen.

"I-it's okay. We'll just go back and tell Kaitlyn and the others." Ryan says, while you try to calm Dylan down. You nod, walking over to grab your arrows, opening the door and walking quickly-

"WHAT THE FUCK." You run back inside, slamming the door shut behind you. "There's a fucking bear- wolf- whatever the fuck out there!!!" You whisper shout.

"I-I was gonna say something, but then the radio-" "It's okay." You interrupt Ryan's rambling before it can start. You hear a thud on the roof. Oh fuck, it's on the roof.

It stalks over to above Dylan, who jumps back and away, standing protectively in front of you now. Ryan has his gun pointed at the ceiling, following it's movements around with it.

"Oh shit, it's Kaitlyn and the others-" you all look out the window to see them walking up the path. "We have to warn them! Uhh- Use the PA system!" You suggest, Dylan walking over to it, only to jump back again at hearing the monster growl suddenly.

"FUCK- fuck, nope, sorry." He shouts. Ryan walks over, pressing down on the PA button, and he warns Kaitlyn and the others, telling them to get inside a cabin quickly.

"What do we do!?" He turns to you guys. "U-uh, OH! We have the high frequency loop!" You suggest quickly. "Oh shit, yeah! If this thing has hearing like a dog's, that should scare it off!" Dylan explains. "It'll hurt like hell, but it's worth a shot." "Do it." Dylan nods, turning to you.

"Stay over there, okay?" He tells you seriously now. You nod, quickly moving to the first aid kit and everything, your bow in hand. Dylan looks around him, furiously trying to figure everything out around him, panicking a bit again.

"Dylan- breathe okay? You've got this." You reassure him. He nods, taking a couple breaths. "Something's missing…." He wonders aloud.

He looks up. "Oh… crap. It pulled the wire out…" he says, defeated. "Get it down then!" Ryan tells him. You do NOT like that idea. He stands on the desk, reaching up as far as he can to-

"GAAHH- FUCK, NO- AAAHHHH-" "NOO!!!" You scream out, running over and grabbing on to his legs, desperately trying to pull him down from the beast that grabbed him.

"GAAAHHHH- AAHAHA- FUCK FUCK, CUT IT OFF, CUT IT OFF- IT'S SPREADING!!!" He cries out desperately, coming down from the ceiling with a horrible bite on his hand.

"DON'T." You tell Ryan. He's looking around desperately, dropping the gun and grabbing the chainsaw on the table. "NO-" "DO IT. JUST FUCKING DO IT." Dylan cuts you off. Tears are flooding your eyes, blurring your vision and streaming down your angry red cheeks. You taste the disgusting bile rise in your throat at the sound of the chainsaw starting, and you can't bear to watch as he brings it to his wrist.

You run to the corner of the shack, and vomit your guts out. The sounds of Dylan's screams of pain send a piercing pain through your heart, and the chainsaw stops, as well as the screams.

You shakily grab the first aid kit, and snap out of it. What's done is done. And now Dylan needs you. You move to him, "Go plug in the cord." You command Ryan, kneeling next to Dylan, applying pressure to his hand.

Ryan gets it plugged in, while you make quick work of Dylan's hand. He's in a daze, from the shock his body was thrown into. "W-what now?" Ryan asks.

"Button…" Dylan mumbles. "Press the button!" You shout at Ryan, and he does, a sudden ringing sound surrounding all of you. It jumps off the roof, and runs off into the woods. The speaker goes silent after a second.

"Awe, the speaker blew out…" Dylan pouts. You finish wrapping his hand, well, nub now. He begins to laugh, laying his head in your lap.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him now. He lies on his back, resting his nub on his chest, giggling in euphoria. You can't bring yourself to laugh along.

He rests his arm on his chest, sighing out in relief. That is until the situation finally catches up to him.

"You… you cut off my hand…" he states, out of breath from the adrenaline rushing through him. "Y-yeah…" Ryan answers, folding his arms over his chest, still in shock from the situation as well.

"WHY'D YOU DO THAT!?" "YOU TOLD HIM TO." You yell back at him, rising to stand when he rolls off your lap, now holding his nub to his chest.

"... That was stupid." Dylan replies dumbly, at a loss for better words. You shake your head, walking out of the shack and rubbing your arms, in a very closed off stance.

The others run out of the shack, Kaitlyn ahead of them. "Hey, are you okay? What happened?" She asks while pulling you into her arms, patting you back comfortingly when she saw how distressed you were.

Dylan and Ryan walk out of the shack, Abi gasping when she noticed all of the blood on them. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HAND!?" Kaitlyn exclaims, while Dylan just waves it at them.

"I uh, cut it off." Ryan answers awkwardly, while you step back from her to stand beside Dylan. "It doesn't hurt, or anything…" he tells Kaitlyn meekly, scratching the side of his head. He waivers a bit, wobbly, so you stand closer, wrapping you arm around his waist, his good arm wrapping over your shoulders for support.

"Okay, you are OBVIOUSLY in shock." She states, standing on his other side to help keep him steady. You suddenly hear a gunshot ring out. You all startle, and look up to see what appears to be a woman with- is that an eye patch?

"Oh, sweet. There's one more thing to worry about." You state, sounding a bit disassociated from the situation. Nick, Kaitlyn and Ryan all look to you, confused. You never speak in that tone, EVER. Shaking off their worried stares, you clear your throat and put on a smile.

"Maybe she killed that bear thing?" You suggest, shrugging a bit. Everyone nods, looking off to where they saw the girl. "And she didn't shoot at us either… Maybe she's a good hunter?" Dylan added on.

You all nod again. "We should probably get to the lodge and get something for your hand." Ryan speaks up. "Oh, uh, that's not a very good idea… one of the hunters is there." Kaitlyn tells you guys.

"So that's why you guys came down here with us?" You ask them, while they all nod at you once again. "We can always go to the pool house?" Abi suggests. "Isn't that where that, uh, huntress was?" Dylan asks.

"Well… Maybe not anymore?" Ryan answers, although not very confidently. Nick scoffs, and begins to walk, getting ahead of the group. Abi quickly scampers off to join him.

The rest of you look to eachother, shocked at Nick, the biggest sweetheart out of all of you, seemed the most aggravated at the moment. And with that, you guys were off. Kaitlyn had quickly moved to join Ryan, leaving you with Dylan.

He wavers a bit, so you tighten your grip on him. "Sorry, just getting a bit weak in the knees for ya, heh." He weakly jokes. You don't respond, and he frowns at that. "H-hey, uhm… You okay, Squirt?" He asks.

You look up at him, raising a brow. "Squirt?" You question. He gets flustered, scratching the back of his neck. "W-well, I- uh. It's just that-" you cut off his rambling by chuckling at his behavior.

His cheeks darken, but he smiles anyway at the sound of your laughter. "Hah, yeah, I'm okay. I'm just…. Lost in thought? I guess with everything going on and all, I didn't really get to think too much. But now that everything is chill again, I just…. I kinda realized a couple things." You trail off, pondering more.

He nods slowly, leaning his head on yours a bit, comforting you while pulling you in tighter to his side. "Like what?" He asks.

You take a breath, trying to form your thoughts into words. "Well… for starters, I think that maybe it's a good thing that we cut your hand off when we did." You admit.

His eyes widen, stomach dropping. But not from hurt or anger, in fear that he wasn't the only one who thought so. He also felt warmth, relief and comfort in the fact.

"It's just that- that black shit that looked like it was beginning to spread into your arm! Who knows what would've happened!?" You continue to tell him.

"A-and there's something more…. I think that… THING, just might actually be a-" "Werewolf?" He finishes for you, smiling weakly. You return it, nodding, hoping to god that you were wrong.

"I also think there might be more…" you say after a few moments of silence. He looks down at you in surprise. "The one that attacked me… I shot at it with one of my arrows. I got it in the eye, and I'm pretty sure it went pretty deep, because I was close when I shot it. It would still have it, for sure. The one from the Radio Shack-"

"The one that bit me." He adds. You nod sadly. "Right. That one didn't have one. O-or any injury either. The only real conclusion we can even come to is that there's most likely more."

And with that concluding sentence, you both go silent in thought. "Damn… I guess it's a really fucking good thing that I chopped my hand off then…" Dylan says. You pulled him closer, if that's even possible at this point, protective.

"I'm sorry you had to see that…" He tells you, kissing the top of your head, mumbling into your hair. "Oh, I didn't actually see anything. See, I was too busy hurling my lunch in the corner." You informed him. He busts out laughing, having to stop, doubling over.

Ryan and Kaitlyn stop with you guys, stopping their conversation and looking at you two in curiosity. "I was just telling him about how I upchucked my guts when you had to cut his hand off." You tell them, smiling at the sound of Dylan's laughter.

Kaitlyn snickers a bit, Ryan nodding and smiling apologetically. "Yeah… it was a lot too…" He says. You all begin to giggle and chuckle. And then, for just about the 100th time that night, you guys are cut off by a scream.

"Oh god, not again…" Dylan whispers, and you guys all rush to catch up to Nick and Abi, who have made it to the pool.

Running up the steps, you all freeze to see a dead body floating face down in the pool.

A sudden heat washes over you, your ears clog up, tears springing to your eyes, stomach clenching, and before you know it, you're running over to the side, hunching over and releasing everything from your body.

Oh god. Not again…

#the quarry #the quarry x reader #dylan the quarry #fanfiction #dylan lenivy x reader #dylan lenivy #dylan x reader #the quarry dylan #fanfic

[theplatypusblue]

COMPILING ALL LEGENDS OF CHIMA SEASON 1 THOUGHTS BELOW THE READ MORE (super long post, written as I was watching)

(I can be a little mean but I promise I’m having fun lol)

Episodes 1 + 2:

Man this shits super boring.

Idk if I can get behind craggers plot line tbh. He’s too much of a dumbass for me to really root for him.

The lore seems really cool so far. I like the settings and the stuff about the legend beasts.

Like?? Forest full of trees that just fall down all the time? Epic.

Legend beasts are especially cool cuz it means this is how Chima characters react when seeing a regular ass lion for the first time:

Episode 3:

Man Laval really fucked everything up.

I have a feeling all of cragger’s dumbass-ness, like, transferred over to laval and now we’re gonna be seeing him making all the dumbass decisions

The only thing I really care about here is the b-plot about Gorzan and his flower. More engaging than the main plot

Episode 4:

Prediction about Laval replacing Cragger as the resident dumbass seems to be coming true

Gorzan is quickly becoming my favorite.

Oh hey look it’s the beavers!! I remember they show up in that one episode of ninjago. I had zero context for what they were all about then but now I know!!

Episode 5:

The gorilla tribe seems like the most chill out of everyone. Gorillas 👍

Can I just say I hate the fucking skunk. He sucks.

Honestly kind of a nothing episode

Episode 6:

Eagle spire does that cool thing where all the buildings are built on super scary precipices. There’s literally a post going around about this exact thing but I can’t find it rn

Oh so the eagles are just a bunch of nerds. A little weird I guess(?) I feel like eagles are usually symbols of strength n stuff so that’s different. It’s giving cloud kingdom.

“Wing girl” tf kinda nickname??

Apparently the ravens are double crossing everyone but I have not been paying close enough attention to what’s going on to really process that

Ok so it was all an extremely convoluted way for the crocs to get everyone to fight each other. And the ravens tried to profit but they’re kinda stupid so nothing really worked out for anyone

Episode 7:

Purble moon??? Epic

Man the bears are so epic just like me fr

Nooo don’t mess w the gorillas they’re so chill :(

I am entirely uninterested in the 100 year full moon skunk fart lore. Sorry.

It’s a little strange and maybe I’m hallucinating but I feel like the animation has has somehow gotten better?? Like the lighting or smthn…. Or the facial expressions???

Oh….. skunk fart lore is plot relevant………

Now that I’m thinking… is that the only skunk in chima?? Cuz rn it looks like just the one guy

Episode 8:

Oh it’s a big boy chi

There’s a fucking peacock?? Don’t know how to spell his name. So wait if he wins who does the chi go to?? He gets it all to himself?

Oh wait nvm it’s probably a cragger thing. Mr. Peacock comes back after retirement or w/ever in order to do some evil shit with the crocs I get it I get it

Gorzan I love you

WHO THE FUCK IS THAT GUY?? Is it a pig? A warthog??? It’s giving Mr. E vibes.

Man idk this episode is structured rlly weirdly. Nothing really fit together very well. It’s alright tho.

Episode 9:

GORILLA EPISODE?? Let’s go dude

It funny cuz I feel like gorillas aren’t actually this mellow irl

STOP FUCKING WITH THE GORILLAS CRAGGER I’LL KILL YOU

Oh hey it’s our mystery mans. Oh nevermind he left again.

There are balloon plants?? Oh yeah those are the things they were using in the other episode. Sorry I wasn’t paying attention to anything else that happened.

Episode 10:

Uhh I forgot to take notes while watching uhhh

The fox guy was cute. I like a little fox guy

This episode managed to make me feel a little bad for cragger!! He wants to do a good job but he kinda sucks at everything :(

It also made me confused abt cruller!!! What are you doing w ur life girl!!!!

Kinda messed up how the wolves had to serve the crocodiles tho… probly for the best she threw away that pledge

If Laval’s dad is right when he says they’re not gonna race for chi for a long time, I’m guessing they’re not gonna do any more racing episodes for some time. That’s fine honestly.

WAIT THAT RHINO GUY’S DYING. Oh nvm. This whole situation is cringe I hope it’s a one-off thing….

Also I forgot everyone thinks craggers parents are dead but really they’re just chilling in that canyon. Kinda funny actually

Episode 11:

Oh man the wolves are fucking everything up

“We all gotta stay here till the walls are fixed” bruh just call the beavers or smthn

Man what is the deal with this shadow wind dude.

If there’s one similarity I could point out with ninjago, it’s all this talk abt ~the balance~. I guess it makes sense since they take place in the same universe, technically

These bears are so cute lol napping does solve everything so true

Episode 12:

Jets travel super fast in the air. If they’re going through a storm Laval should totally be dead by now

Cragger is setting boundaries!! We love to see it. Cruller is acting pretty cringe. In her ~~girlfailure era~~

Is Laval gonna fall in this gorge?? Oh yeah he’s gonna fall in this gorge

Noooo Gorzans underwear is gonna tear

It’s a little sweet how Laval still wants to help out cragger

Episode 13:

I guess I’m still not super into cragger but I pity him a little. He’s trying his best but he’s just a bit stupid. And also his sister sucks ass

Okay. So she may be cringe but cruller is living her best(-ish) life.

That wolf is wearing a really cute apron

Man they were bringing up Shadow wind earlier and I thought they were gonna reveal their identity but now I’m a bit disappointed…

Laval is being peak dumbass rn I kinda like it. “The warm milk of oppression” lol

Pretty cute finale tbh

That’s where Tubi says season 1 ends, so i think I’ll just stop here for now. I guess they’ll bring up craggers parents next season?? For now they’re still stuck chilling in that canyon.

I definitely feel like it’s a show that doesn’t have super strong characters. I think it would better if the show leaned more into the world it’s created instead, if that makes sense. Maybe later the character writing will improve a little bit, and I’ll changed my tune. But!! Who knows. I’m having fun with it.

Idk when I’ll get to season 2, cuz I get super busy sometimes (I started this one a couple months ago but couldn’t finish it till now ugh) but I do want to continue watching!! Eventually!!!

#lego shows #chima liveblog thing #for reference I’m coming at this from the perspective of someone who’s pretty much only watched ninjago #so far the two shows seem pretty similar and that not a bad thing!! I try not to compare them too much but they def have similar ideas #going on behind the scenes or whatever. if that makes sense #I debated main tagging this and I don’t think I’m gonna do it….. idk

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Bar Stop-Off

In One More Hero's fourth chapter, CR!Sonic came back into Dimension MP-2021, immediately going to find OMT!Tails and OMT!Mina.

CR!Sonic: Tails!

OMT!Tails: Huh? Sonic?

CR!Sonic: Look, I... I'm really sorry about earlier. I've got a lot on my plate, and I want to make it up to you however I can.

He noticed Tails was just looking at him.

CR!Sonic: Uh, what are you doing?

OMT!Tails: Making you feel guilty proper. ...Is it working?

He was making puppy-dog eyes at CR!Sonic.

CR!Sonic: How could it-? No. Look at me, does it look like it's working? No, it's... no it's... ohhhh...

He covered his face in embarrassment.

CR!Sonic (muffled): MMMMPH! DON'T LET HIM WIN!

He uncovered his face after a moment, having given in.

CR!Sonic: *sigh* Alright, kid. You win.

OMT!Tails: Oh, yeah! This is Mina, by the way. I thought she had undergone the name "Mairead", though she told me it was just an alias.

OMT!Mina: Hello!

CR!Sonic: Oh, you guys know each other? Very cool. Well, c'mon, then! No time to lose!

Cut to them sitting in a bar area at McLovely's.

OMT!Tails: So, remind me what we're doing here again.

OMT!Mina: Dang, the menu here's appetizing!

CR!Sonic was having a breakfast chilli dog for himself.

CR!Sonic: Just a quick snack before we get down to business.

OMT!Tails: Before we continue, by the way, I was looking for petitions on behalf of a friend who wants AI-generated art outlawed around here. You guys alright with giving signatures?

CR!Sonic: Huh! I'm down for it!

OMT!Mina: Me too!

OMT!Tails: Sweet! Just be careful not to get any chilli stains on the paper.

The two put their signatures on CraftyCorn's petition sheet.

OMT!Tails: So, got any advice you can share with me now that we're back to equals?

He had to keep CR!Sonic from pilfering his burger while asking this.

CR!Sonic: First off, train your body to become immune to motion-sickness, or doing any of my stunts will suck. Uh... Definitely don't go crazy when you're full on chilli dogs, like me. Threw up like a water hose last time I did that.

OMT!Tails: Right, got it. Anything else?

CR!Sonic: Uhh... I dunno. Not really the... mentor type of guy. I'm more of a... action type.

OMT!Tails: Ah, I see. So, what's the plan once we arrive at the crashed Death Egg site off South Island's coast?

CR!Sonic: Easy! Step 1: I break in, Step 2: infiltrate the lab, Step 3: sneak in, destroy a couple of robots while I'm at it. Step 4: you two come in and help me gain access to the computer, Step 5: download the important stuff, Step 6: grab a sandwich from the cafeteria, and Step 7: dip it outta there and fix everything!

OMT!Tails: Okey-doke! Also, just to let you know, the head scientist at that place is that brown-haired lady with the bike. I saw her in one part of a documentary at my new school's taster session.

CR!Sonic: ... Got it. Step 8: re-evaluate my personal biases.

OMT!Tails: Well, that's our plan, right?

OMT!Mina: We could practice jogging somewhere on the way!

OMT!Tails: Sure!

After they paid for the meal, they got on a bus on their way to Emerald Coast.

CR!Sonic: Just to be clear, we're not running all the way over to the shore just from the city. Not after a hearty brunch. Keep your legs fresh, kid. You're gonna thank me later.

OMT!Tails: Fair enough.

CR!Sonic kicked back.

CR!Sonic: Gosh, helping out this alternate Tails is actually kinda fun. I wonder how the guys back home are doing?

(Cue everything going to shit in Crossover Realm's Knothole and Newtropolis, fire everywhere, buildings tipping over, everyone screaming and running in chaos)

Gary: (screaming in hysterics) WHERE'S MY WISH?!?! I WANT MY WISH!!!

CLE: Oh BEC, PLEASE hurry up with those wishes!

Back with the main crew...

CR!Sonic: Eh, I'm sure it'll be fine.

OMT!Tails: What is it like at your universe?

CR!Sonic: Long story. It'd boggle you just processing it if I told you.

Elsewhere (for whatever reason)...

Exegod: The nerve of that Pico (yep, he means me). Inviting me to go Into, Across and Beyond for another scene. On such short notice! Even if I wanted to go, my SCHEDULE WOULDN’T ALLOW IT! (Looks at schedule) 4:00, wallow in self pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, fix the Sonic franchise for good (tell no one). 5:30, pics of Sally_ALT in incognito mode. 6:30, dinner with me, I can’t cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing… I’m booked! Of course if I hold the loathing to 9, I can still be back here in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But WHAT WOULD I WEAR?!

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sth au #sonic au #spider man

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 8

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 ||

Getting some blabla out of the way 💁‍♀️ next chapter should have some cool action wahoooooooooooo

(Present)

Vee woke up with a startle at the sound of her phone ringing. In a half-awake state she stumbled her hand across and over to her nightstand, grabbing the device. She took a second to see who was calling, the name being none other than her surpervisor at work. Shit.

"Yeah?" Vee opened with a raspy voice.

"Where the hell are you? You were supposed to start an hour ago!" a woman voice shouted at the other end of the line.

God, it was too early for that...

"I was sick all night," lied Vee. "I'm sorry, I just passed out. I can't make it today."

"You realize I now have to cover for your ass?"

Oh boo-hoo, cry a fucking river.

"I'll be there tomorrow."

She ended the call right there and then. Fuck that job. Fuck that low salary. She didn't have to explain herself furthermore.

Vee sighed, leaving her phone back on the nightstand. In that moment she also realized two things: She was still fully clothed. When did she get to bed last night?

Last thing she remembered was Donatello coming into her apartment after Raphael's impromptu visit, then she cried. So much. That was extremely embarassing...

Putting on her glasses, she resolved herself to getting up, prefering to exchange yesterday's clothes for a oversized black t-shirt and keeping her underwear on. Getting her hair up in a messy bun, Vee made her way directly to the kitchen area, getting a coffee bag out of the pantry next. She barely started to measure the coffee beans needed for her grinder that a tired voice rose from behind.

"Someone called you?"

Vee let out a "Criss!" in French, jumping out of fear and turning around. Coffee beans flew out of the bag at the same time, many now littering the floor. She finally noticed Donnie who had been sleeping on the couch, the terrapin's eyes now fully opened - surprised by her reaction. They were both frozen for a moment, the woman wanting to drop her heart's rate first.

"... What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Uhh ... you said it was okay for me to sleep here."

Vee squinted, trying to recall that.

"Huh? When?"

The turtle was now sitting up, having put his glasses on.

"Last night after I got you to bed."

That was like a blast to Vee, absolutely confused.

"Man ... I don't recall that at all," she confessed. She quickly frowned afterward: "Wait, you took me to bed?"

"Why, you wanted to sleep with me on the couch instead?" said the other, amused.

Vee groaned, giving up as she proceeded to get a broom out. Starting to collect the stray coffee beans, the terrapin had now made his way closer.

"Nice outfit...," he pointed.

She paused, realizing her look.

"It's my apartment, I dress how I want," said the human with a quick shrug. "Enjoy the view, I guess."

Donnie extended his hand towards her, motionning for the broom.

"Gimme that. This mess was caused by me."

Vee sighed, handing him the tool: "Sure, have fun. I'll get the coffee started. ... I have a feeling I'll need a couple of cups today."

It felt so weird... To see him in daylight and with less equipment on himself. Grinding the coffee, she prepped her machine so a pot could be filled. Observing the terrapin at work next, she took a moment to glance at his movements, his muscles. She almost caught herself biting her lip too hard...

"Remind me why you stayed over?" she asked. "For real, the only thing I remember is just crying like a lil' bitch last night."

That caught Donnie off guard, laughing lightly. Throwing away the last beans, he looked at Vee, putting the broom back to its place.

"I wanted to make sure you'd be okay," he started. "You seemed quite shaken up, so it only felt right that I'd be there."

Vee got some mugs out, letting him continue.

"And... I kinda got into an argument with my brother Leonardo last night. So I didn't want to go back home just yet."

"Oh?"

"They saw us together last night, hence why Raph paid a little visit as well."

"What a charming family you have...." she said sarcastically.

"Their intentions are well placed, but poorly executed," he added, thoughtful. He pointed towards Vee's computer next: "By the way, your client replied last night..."

She first frowned, but then quickly realized that she didn't lock her screens - first interrupted by Raph's arrival. She hastened to her desk with a slight panic, sitting down and looking at her screen. As she was reading, Donnie was now standing behind her, waiting for her reaction.

BillionsPerSeconds: How much are we talking about? Color me interested. smooth_criminal: Oops, sorry, the information self-destructed. I don't have it anymore. smooth_criminal: Good doing business with you. Bye bye.

"Hey, I didn't write that! What the heck!" she blurted out.

"I did."

He hunched closer to her, hands against the desk and at each sides of her, searching for her gaze at her left.

"I told you to not give out the biometrics data."

"And I told you not to look through my stuff! You're breaking rule number two."

Donnie showed an annoyed look: "... Your screen was litterally opened and your web browser on that conversation. Forgive some wandering eyes."

"Breaking rule number three now; don't be an ass," she added, looking over to him.

A brief staring contest ensued, the woman finally realizing how close the terrapin now was. A sigh left her, losing the battle as she glanced away.

"And I wasn't giving it out," mumbled Vee. "I was trying to sell it. It's different."

"It's still going against what we talked about. Don't try to play around with words and meanings."

Her eyes now back on him, she patted his cheek amusedly: "Alright, I got my lesson now. No need to chastise me anymore."

Donatello's smile was sweet, as if happy to have won whatever battle this was. Letting out a simple "good", he quickly nuzzled over Vee's top of her head, proceeding back up and into the kitchen. As he was pouring the now readied coffee, the woman was still processing this rapid display of affection he just did, swiveling her chair around and observing his motions with a slight confusion.

... What happened last night?

***

(Last night)

Her crying had calmed down, her eyes still red and watery however. The duo was still in eachother's arms and now comfortably seated on the couch - Vee completely leaning onto the mutant's form and in absolute need of comfort. Her fatigue was now drowsing her mind, yet that didn't stop her from talking:

"I never wanted this," she confessed. "I wanted to create. I wanted to be happy. ... I got fucked over so many times, I simply lost hope."

She could still feel Donnie's hands slowly petting her in soothing motions.

"I only started all of this information broker shit 'cause I'm good at searching stuff," she added with a sniffle. "I lost so many years going to College for music and arts, I didn't want to lose a couple more years trying to go down another career path." She paused, some sobs escaping her. "... I was abused, I was broken, the industry swallowed me whole and spat back my emptied shell."

She dared move, wanting to find Donnie's gaze.

"People have told me to grow a spine and be assertive - and believe me, I've tried so many times. ... I was met with rage and shouts. I had nowhere to go. I've been told countless times that I'm good for nothing and that everything I ever did was for nothing. ... What am I supposed to do other than to believe that?"

She could feel her tears come back again, shaking her head slightly: "People only want what's best for their personal gain. Once they see weakness, they'll do anything to step on it and take whatever left there is. ... And I was tired of it. I wanted none of it."

One of Donatello's hands moved, cupping her cheek and his thumb tenderly wiping the wet trail on her skin. He had this serene and mindful look, showing that he was completely attentive to her. The woman brought her hold to his hand, leaning into his touch with closed eyes. At once she realized how much she had craved for any form of contact and interaction... To simply be approached by someone and feel a touch on her.

"I'm so glad you're here..." she murmured in a sad tone.

"And I'm glad to be here," he answered in a hushed voice as well, getting closer.

She felt a motion at the top of her head, the turtle now nuzzling her gently. Her body reacted like a magnet as she herself wanted to be nearer. A deep rumbling sound started from the mutant's chest, this small vibration felt between them and throughout the woman's body. She lost herself into this feeling, moving her arms to rest around his neck and hiding her face in the crook of his neck. In an instant Donnie's embrace was now wrapped around her, his face buried in her hair and his churr incessant. They both didn't want to let go - simply wanting to savor the moment and newly found comfort and proximity.

"Please stay," softly said Vee. "I don't want to be alone."

Donnie noted her body relaxing, as well as some yawns escaping her. Without any words he proceeded to scoop her in his arms, hers still around his neck. Heading for the bedroom, he next laid her down on the mattress, kneeling down beside the furniture and observing the space while petting her hair in a soothing motion.

"... Where do you want me to stay?" he asked. "Your bed's not big enough." It was nothing else but a double sized mattress. They could both fit, but they'd need to stay close...

"You can sleep on the couch," Vee answered, yawning again.

"Then I'll be there if you need me," added the terrapin, his eyes translating a loving emotion.

He only wanted to stay close to her... Bringing a blanket over her clothed form, he nuzzled her temple, getting a soft hum from Vee in return. As he was about to head out of the bedroom next, her tiny voice did stop him:

"I'm sorry..."

He looked her way again: "What for?"

"I'm sorry...," she repeated, her tone trailing off, too tired.

Knowing he'd get no more answers from her, Donnie prefered to disregard whatever apology that was, leaving the room and keeping the door ajar - only to be able to hear her if ever needed. He started to turn off the lights around the apartment, finally stumbling around her computer and noticing its screen and active web browser. The turtle frowned lightly as he read over the conversation with her current client, knowing she was hinting at the biometrics he had just shared with her. Seeing that the client seemed interested, he answered in Vee's stead, bullshitting something about the files having self-destruct. He didn't care if that prevented her from getting money, he simply couldn't let her share that information...

With a sigh he headed for the couch, leaning his shell on it and bringing a cushion between his neck and shell for his head to rest on. Donnie's eyes were stuck on the ceiling for a long while, his thoughts running over and over again in his mind. The fact that Vee had opened herself so easily tonight, he knew there was hope... More than ever, he didn't want to let go. He wanted her to be happy...

***

(Present)

They had settled for an easy breakfast - eggs and toasts - then sitting down on the living room's floor and plates on the coffee table. As Vee wanted to avoid any awkward silences, she had put on some faint music in the background, in hopes of making things easy in this ... weird morning. Her playlist was set to a random cycle, which brought her to almost choke when 'My One and Only Love' came up next. She promptly skipped as barely a minute rolled in, the soft beat of 'C.R.E.A.M' coming up instead.

"Afraid of love songs?" said Donnie, amused.

"Absolutely not," replied the woman. "It's just ... not needed right now."

"Mm-hmm, sure."

Vee's stare was slightly annoyed as she observed him take a sip of coffee. ... There simply was no time right now to let any lovey feelings invade her mind. Instead she prefered to switch the subject to a matter she'd be wanting to know for some time:

"Can I ask something about the project Renaissance? ... There's a detail in those files that I've been wondering about."

Donnie was now attentive, his brow ridges furrowing lightly.

"I dunno why you're so stuck on that project, but sure, go ahead."

The woman took that as a cue to get up, fetching a tablet she had left in her room. It didn't take her time to swipe through the device as she walked back to the living room, already bringing up the Renaissance's files. Sitting back down at the coffee table, she read through some lines, finally pinpointing what she wanted to know about:

"Here... The initial mutative components of the alien substance have been noted down, yet a thorough investigation of its properties still remains to be conducted. Following the ongoing observations on the animal subjects, blood tests revealed that the so-called 'green ooze' is present amongst the cells, ensuring a continuous safekeep of the element - if ever missing and needed." She looked up at Donatello, her head slightly tilting to one side in questionnement. "... Have you ever tested the ooze from your blood? Or have you ever offered it to scientists?"

His answer was quick: "Never in a lifetime would I ever give that substance to anyone. I'd be too scared for it to fall into any wrong hands." His pause was brief, considering his next words. "... I did get some results myself, but never pushed for more answers - and frankly, my family and I are okay with never knowing what the ooze entails of, or even to have it die with us."

"Aren't you curious though?"

The terrapin shrugged: "About what?"

That actually stopped Vee, actually wondering herself. Seeing her incertitude, the other kept going on.

"We know the ooze is capable of bringing great transformations into any beings. Yet, to be affected by it is to be marked for a life of exile, at least that's how we see it; to be feared by most people. Why would we want that substance to affect anything or anyone's life? Who are we to decide if any being can potentially be inflicted by this curse?"

"A curse?" questionned the human. "Why say that when it litterally gave you sentience?"

"Did I ask to be given that sentience?"

"No, but it made you into who you are."

"And you think my family and I are okay with that?"

Vee stopped, knowing there was no more point in trying to raise a counterargument. Seeing her concerned look, Donnie did sigh softly, fingers mindlessly and softly tapping against the table, reminiscing.

"... Years ago, we did get our hands on a deritative alien substance; the purple ooze. It had been used to turn human subjects into animal mutants, which brought me to the realization that it could be used to turn us into humans." He glanced at his left hand, closing and flexing his three fingers. "... I remember the feeling of having five fingers, even if it was for a brief moment. At that time, my brothers and I were contemplating the idea of changing our forms, only to be accepted within society."

"Why didn't you guys do it?"

That brought a soft smile to the mutant's lips: "As cheesy as it'll sound, we do love who we are. Through all the hardships and seclusion, we simply couldn't give up who we truly were." His gaze remained on Vee, knowing she probably had many question still. "I guess the point I'm really trying to make is that we don't wish the challenges we've been through to anyone else. We honor our lives, we remain in this lifestyle simply because that's all we've ever known. ... The power in our blood may be too destructive or unpredictable, so we can't risk letting it be shared freely into this world... And we don't want to change. We don't want to allow any more successes into our very undemanded existence."

Vee remained silent, contemplating his words. While she understood the reasonings, there was still a small part of her that simply couldn't push aside her curiosity; she wanted to know more about the substance. She could only contemplate the possibilities of any advancements it could bring into society or individuals. Yet when she listened to him, the sympathy in her could only agree with the terrapin. ... Something she never thought she's reach at this point. She locked her tablet's screen, giving it no more attention.

"Thank you for telling me all of that," she said, sustaining his gaze. "I guess I can finally put those questionings to rest."

"Anything else you'd like to know then?" he asked in light amusement, elbows on the coffee table and his chin against his raised hands.

Vee let out a quick chuckle, first peeking quickly inside her now empty coffee cup.

"You want another coffee?"

He shook his head slightly: "I'd rather go sleep in fact... We usually don't stay up much during the day."

And she supposed that he couldn't really get out at this time, or else he'd be spotted easily. The woman simply got up, then standing by his side and offering her hand to him. In a follow me gesture, she got the turtle to stand up, her tiny hand holding his large one as she guided him towards her bedroom. As she offered him her bed, he was quick to politely decline, but her insistance and assuring him that she didn't mind did bring some ease into the offering.

"I'll be working on some stuff in the meantime, I don't mind," Vee simply added.

And that was good enough for him.

Putting the dishes away, Vee's actions only slowed down once she sat back at her computer, mindlessly going through her files and reorganizing some documents. Thinking back to Donnie being so open about how he felt in regards to his own existence, she slowly realized that last night had a ... similar outcome, but this time coming from her end. Bits and pieces of her blabbering came back to light, realizing that she had been pretty vulnerable in that moment. In a sense she absolutely hated it, but then again ... it had felt so good to let it all out. To finally voice things that had plagued her mind and kept her in this sense of failure for anything she ever undertook. Her life was this endless wandering, all about taking on the opportunity to ruin people's lives - only for her gain. Yet when she was with Donnie, she felt this sense of purpose, a plan that was getting built before her very own eyes... And that felt absolutely refreshing. Her playlist still going, this time even more softly, she groaned lightly as 'My One And Only Love' started again but from another artist, yet kept the tune playing. She remembered his touch. His hands over her form, caressing ever so softly. His nuzzling to her hair, the churr in his chest. The proximity she experienced, as short as it was, had only her screaming for more - simply to feel alive a little more.

After a while she sighed, knowing she couldn't resist the thought anymore. She got back up and headed towards the bedroom, finding the turtle already asleep. She felt bad for walking in and sitting by the bed's side, her hand shyly reaching for his. That easily woke up Donnie, his tired motions leading him to look at Vee.

"What's up?" he asked in a hushed, half-asleep tone.

"... Can I join you?" said the woman, her voice tiny.

He only hummed, moving a little and bringing the blanket up for the human to slip in. Removing her glasses and joining Donnie, she prefered to face him, both on their sides and first studying his traits. Feeling her hands to his cheeks, a purr-like sound left the terrapin, his eyes already closed out of fatigue.

"I'm so glad you're here...," she echoed from last night.

His arms were now fully around her, bringing Vee's to wrap around his neck. In an instant, the rush of their hearts was deafening, their bodies so close - they could've just melded together. Vee's fingertips tenderly traced patterns on his scales, appreciating the texture. Oh she could keep doing so for hours... The mutant lazily nuzzled her hair, his hands patiently petting her upper and lower back. There was this excitement about keeping her close, yet everything felt so right and calm... he knew they both needed this.

And in all truthfulness, they wished this moment would last forever...

((Part 9))

#it's-a-moi #villain au #usual sorry for any mistakes #the fact that I'm not putting much thoughts or time into this fic kinda makes me feel uneasy #I'm so used to doing exposition and taking the time to set up a scene #but with this I just want to take the point across and I think that's a good practice #and FRANKLY I'm just having fun with this #the chapters are getting out like hot bread and I ain't mad #I'm just happy to be writing again

[friendlybatteringram]

*Chell and GLaDOS enter test chamber*

*sound of chiptune music playing*

Wheatley: Oh! Oh, oh, don’t mind me. Uhh, just, um, reading the smartest and most complicated comic ever created. Called Homestuck. Yeah I read Homestuck. Takes a lot of, erm, lot of brainpower… buuuut, I handle it. No sweat.

GLaDOS: Ohhh great. He’s really getting desperate…

Wheatley: What was that? Sorry, couldn’t quite hear you over the sound of “Descend.” That’s what the animation is called, “Descend.” That’s already 4 out of 7 acts under my belt. No big deal. Just smart like that.

GLaDOS: The acts get longer, idiot.

Wheatley: I’m sorry?

GLaDOS: Acts 5 and 6. They’re much longer than the first four. You’ll never make it through.

Wheatley: Oh is that what you think?? Well for your information, Miss Webcomic Expert, I am already formulating some theories as to what happens next! Purely from context. It’s easy. Like this “grimAuxiliatrix” character? Bet you anything she ends up dating Dave, you know. The writing is ALL over the wall.

GLaDOS: (Oh god, that sentence was almost physically painful to hear.)

Wheatley: Yeah, so, uh. I can just tell you all of my theories right here and now. Just… enlighten you as to the true brilliance behind the narrative.

GLaDOS: Oh no…

Wheatley: Yeah. Let… Let me tell you about Homestuck.

Chapter 9: The Part Where He Unintentionally Kills You

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