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annie-blackhill · 3 years

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Aight, I know that I've been away for awhile but now I'm back and I have ideas babes!

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Warnings:

Depression

Anxiety

Past panic attacks

Mentions of past domestic violence

Abusive childhood

Post traumatic events unconscious coping mechanisms

Unconscious flinching out of instinct

Sudden panic when hearing fighting between a man and a woman screaming very near

Loss of breath

Domestic violence

Blood

Panic attack

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Dazai Osamu

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Safe and Sound

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Dazai and (Y/N) have been in a relationship for two years now. They're so in love with each other that everyone at the ADA are questioning the fact as to why they weren't married yet.

Dazai really loves (Y/N) and she loves him just as much back. They both really love each other and they both understand each other the most too.

But there were still some things that Dazai didn't know.

The main reason why (Y/N) and Dazai weren't married yet was because Dazai wanted to get her parents' blessings first. He was so excited to get their blessings, to meet the people who brought his perfectly imperfect lover into this cruel, tainted world.

He was eternally grateful to them for bringing her into this world, although the cruel world had tainted her and made her the broken person she is now, he still loves her for her. She's the only reason he has to live now. And he loves her for that.

Whenever Dazai asked (Y/N) about her family, she would tell him stories about when she was a child and how her dad would bring them to the beach every weekend because they lived near to the beach or when they went back to school shopping together.

But that was it. Her dad never really appeared in her other stories much. He would pop in at some point of the tale and then disappear. Her mum, was mostly the one to witness her achievements.

But (Y/N) has never described her parents' proud expressions whenever she achieved something.

At times, when Dazai did pry lightly, she would turn the story somewhere else, mostly to her friends.

He knew that she didn't really have a good primary school life, seeing as she's told him before that she's been bullied at that time. She's described them as the loneliest years of her life and how much she's hated herself those times.

Whenever (Y/N) talked about friends, it would be about her friends from her high school life. Her high school was much more on the better side.

She had been a prefect in her high school years, since her first year to her last year.

The only bad memories she had was when she realized that being in the first class and being the top of the class meant the other students would sabotage her and the two times in her senior years where she had to fight back as self-defense when she tried to break up a fight and they started to hit her too.

Dazai wasn't daft. Of course, he picked up on all the signs she showed that she wasn't really fond of her parents.

At first, he thought that it was just because of a small fight they had. But two years have passed in their relationship and (Y/N) hasn't cracked even the least to tell him why her childhood stories are only until a certain age or why she's never told him how proud her parents were of her.

Dazai was worried. In the end, he decided that maybe her parents just have a slightly tight relationship with each other.

Dazai decided to not ask. He let it slide and slip past them. He never touched the subject of her parents for the half of the second year of their relationship.

As the other half year of their relationship rolled in, Dazai and (Y/N) had saved enough money to buy a cozy little apartment near the ADA and move out of the ADA's hostel.

The day they were moving in, the couple were greeted by the middle aged woman who lived next door with her husband and 4 year old daughter.

She had been a very sweet auntie that welcome the sweet couple to the apartment complex with open arms and a sweet smile.

More than once had she cooked good food for the duo since they always returned late from work.

"You two kinda remind me of how my husband and I used to be when we were younger and so in love," the auntie would say to the duo all the time.

The little 4 year old would also come by and play around with the loving couple whenever they were on leave.

Auntie would always try persuade her daughter from "disturbing the lovely young couple" as she would always say to her daughter.

"It's alright, auntie! I love kids! (N/N)-chan and I are planning to have a few little munchkins like this when we're married too!" Dazai would assure her, while playing with the little girl.

But there was always something about how (Y/N) would send the auntie knowing looks as though she knew something that he didn't all the time, so he decided to pay more attention too.

When Dazai did start to notice more, he noticed the dark bags under the auntie's eyes and he noticed how tired she always was.

The more he noticed the more concerning she looked to him day by day.

"Auntie, would you like to join us for tea, today? Osamu and I wanted to play with that sweet little angel," (Y/N) invited the auntie.

"WHO'S THAT AT THE DOOR???!!!" the booming voice of the male from inside the auntie's house shook (Y/N) to the core and it ignited old memories that she didn't have to remember.

"Auntie, you really should come. Osamu insists! You know how he gets when he doesn't get what he wants! He'll be whining all day long like a little baby!" (Y/N) tried to convince the auntie discreetly.

"I ASKED 'WHO'S THAT AT THE DOOR'! ANSWER ME YOU USELESS WOMAN!!!" the man shouted from the bedroom again.

(Y/N) flinched. She was regretting sending Dazai to the store now. They had been running low on groceries and she had sent Dazai to the store, as she would say "please contribute you're lazy arse to do something in this household, my love" and he had carried his lazy arse to the store near the apartment complex.

After Dazai had left was when she started to hear the shouts and yells from the next door auntie's house.

Even as the bad memories plunged her being, she had forced herself to go and at least try to save the auntie before anything bad happened to either her or her daughter.

But even then, if you looked closely at (Y/N) you could see that she was trembling badly and that she could barely stand on her two feet.

"Auntie, come on please!" (Y/N) begged in a mutter exclamation.

"I'm sorry," the auntie murmured before closing the door on her with an apologetic smile.

"Auntie, no!" (Y/N) exclaimed.

And that was when she heard the terrible screams and the yell. The cries of the little 4 year old teared her soul apart into the smallest of pieces.

"NO, NO, NO!!!!" (Y/N) yelled as her mind turned blank and the memories flooded her brain.

Her mind turned so blank that she forgot that she was slamming her fists onto the door and that she had an ability.

The memories of how her father would come home drunk and lay on the sofa. Of how her mother had found out that he was having an affair. Of how, he would beat the living daylights out of her mother.

(Y/N) never told Dazai any of that. She felt ashamed to tell him that her childhood was the most terrible thing to ever happen to her.

A blood curdling screamed pierced the air along with a loud cry and that was enough for (Y/N) to snap out of her traumas and remember that there were lives on the stake right now.

She finally regained her senses fully and remembered that she has an ability.

Using her elemental abilities, she bent the wooden front door so much that it broke it half and broke off of it's hinges. The lower half flew to the side of the corridor almost hitting her while the other half flew into the house and hit the middle aged aggressive man that was about to beat his wife over the head with a glass flower vase.

The auntie stood in shock as the younger woman ran to her and hugged her.

"Auntie! Are you alright?! Are you bleeding anywhere?! Do you have any fatal injuries?!" (Y/N) questioned quickly as she held the shorter's woman's face in her hands and looked her over, making sure that she wasn bleeding anywhere majorly.

"Why you little freak show! You must one of those freak shows that are born with those little abilities! How dare you interfere with someone else's family problems?! Youngsters these days don't know how to respect their elders! Let me teach you then!" the man yelled at (Y/N) as she stood in front of the trembling woman, making sure that the older woman was perfectly hidden behind her.

(Y/N) slipped a hand into the back pocket of her jeans. She clutched the holster of her gun.

"Step away, right now before I seriously hurt you," (Y/N) warned as she held her left hand out to stop him from coming any nearer to them.

The man took off his belt and folded it into two, straightening it out with a snap, which caused both women to flinch as more dark memories flooded into (Y/N)'s mind.

"I said STOP RIGHT THERE!" (Y/N) warned yet again. It was against the law for her to shoot him and she couldn't even use her abilities against him as he was a normal civilian.

She was trying her best to not hurt anyone here and let the civilian authorities handle the ruthless man.

The moment the man raised his arm was the same time (Y/N) slipped her gun out of her back pocket and shot his arm.

The man let out a cry of pain and fell back from the sudden pain. He looked at the younger woman, wide eyed as she held the gun tight and pointed the barrel to his forehead.

"Armed Detective Agency member, (L/N) (Y/N)," (Y/N) announced as she showed him her ADA card.

The man backed away more at that. His eyes wide as he realized that she was a member of the authorities.

"(Y/N)?!" Dazai shouted as he entered only to see the bloodied situation of the man and the two trembling women.

"Where's the child?!" Dazai asked immediately.

"Sh-she's in her room," the auntie answered meekly.

Dazai nodded. He looked down at the man, disgust, venom and a desire to kill clear on his face.

The man even then, still tried to gain Dazai's pity as Dazai was a fellow man too.

"S-sir! All I was trying to do was educate my wife to be more better and obedient! I wasn't trying to do anything other than that! I swear!" the man said.

That only made Dazai even more disgusted as he spat on the man's face in disgust. He stomped his foot harshly on the man's hand that was holding the belt.

"You disgust me you old fool! You're an utter disgrace of a human being! I'm disgusted to see people like you are still alive! Terrorizing women's lives! Making them only feel like obedient dolls that should only do whatever you say!

I'd rather kill you then let you go to jail and then get back out after a few months! People like you shouldn't exist at all in the first place!

Your wife is supposed to be your life partner! Not some maid or toy that would do everything you say! You're supposed to live life and do everything together!

I can't believe you even had a child with her only to state your dominance over her and make her unable to run away from you!

You disgust me!" Dazai yelled at the man as he twisted his foot on the man's hand more and stomped it over and over and over again, intent on breaking it.

(Y/N) shielded the auntie's sight form her lover's rage as he broke the man's hand and rendered it completely shattered under his shoe.

"Osamu..." (Y/N) called out for him.

Dazai raised his head to look at his lover, tears streaming from his eyes from utter pure white hot rage.

"Are you alright? Are the two of you alright? Is that little angel injured?" Dazai's voice turned so soft that (Y/N)'s heart broke at the mere sound of it. He sounded as scared as she was feeling.

Dazai went over to the two women and squeezed them into a light hug, he buried his face into the crook of (Y/N)'s neck. (Y/N) hugged his waist, her arm practically limp, but her hand still clutching the gun tight just in case the man tried anything, her ear was placed against his frantically beating heart.

The older woman had wrapped her arm over his back and was hugging him tight, scared out of her life and grateful for the presence of the two youngsters at the moment.

"Osamu... We need to call the police and the ADA, specifically Kunikida-san. We need to explain a hell load to them all," (Y/N) murmured lightly to the shaken man.

Dazai nodded lightly at her statement before pressing a light kiss to the crook of her neck and removing himself from the hold of the two women.

"Auntie, do get your little girl and wait outside of the house. (Y/N) and I will call the police and our co-worker to handle the mess here," Dazai informed the older woman.

She merely nodded, not trusting her voice to be strong enough to answer him as she went to the little girl's bedroom to get her out of the house.

Once the child and woman were safely out of the house, Dazai dialed Kunikida while (Y/N) dialed the police station.

Both at had arrived at the house. The man was brought away on a stretcher by the paramedics as (Y/N) was explaining to the police as to why she had used her gun.

Kunikida and Dazai, both standing on either side of her, trying to justify the reason as to why she did so and the police accepted the reasons in the end.

Dazai said his end of the story and then they moved on to ask the wife and the child about their ends of the story.

"(Y/N), you know you shouldn't have used your gun. I'll have to confiscate it for now. You'll only be allowed to use it on missions. I'm sorry but those are the rules that you need to follow after that little act of 'misusage' as the police says," Kunikida sighed as he took the gun lightly from her slightly slackened grasp on it now.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was scared and he raised the belt above me, ready to hit at any moment---" her voice cracked and she couldn't continue the sentence anymore.

Kunikida held her hand softly as Dazai brought (Y/N) into a soft side hug, holding her softly and rubbing her shoulders.

"I know and that's why I'm the one that's supposed to be saying sorry for taking away your gun, (Y/N)," Kunikida said.

"Hey, hey. It's alright, the both of you. I'll pull some strings here and there and make sure, (Y/N) gets her gun back, alright? Easy peasy!" Dazai lightened the mood up a little.

"Sigh, thank you, Dazai. For making this easier for all of us," Kunikida said before excusing himself, saying that he needs to fill out a few more forms at the police station and make sure that neither Dazai or (Y/N) get accused for anything that they didn't do.

Dazai proceeded to lead (Y/N) back to their little home as the auntie and her daughter were led to the second ambulance by the new paramedics.

(Y/N) leaned into Dazai as she curled up onto him. He held her close and tight, knowing full well that she was shaken up from the encounter.

"Osamu... Remember how you always asked for the truth about my childhood... What you witnessed today that was happening to that auntie and her daughter? That's the real truth to my childhood.

But no one saved us. And as I grew and my dad lived his other life with his little affair, he would come and go to let off steam on my mother and my mother started to blame me for how miserable our lives were.

That's why I never had a past occupation like everyone else. I had been working with the ADA ever since I was 18 and I ran away from her.

The president helped me. He helped my mother by providing her safety and a new home.

My father is still out there, somewhere with that other woman.

And I... I've never seen my mother since the day I ran away. She must be happier now," (Y/N) said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Dazai hugged her closer and kissed her forehead.

"It's alright, love. You have me and the other ADA members for you as well now. Hell, even the Port Mafia is with you right now after how much you helped them out when we were all having trouble with The Guild and Fyodor. You have all of us here for you.

Most importantly, my love, you have me. I won't let anyone so much as hurt you even a little bit and go off the hook.

I swear," Dazai murmured softly into her ear and she snuggled closer to him, their feets touching and their hands interwined with each other's.

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"Port Mafia strikes again as a man who was arrested yesterday due to commiting domestic violence was murdered by them brutally in his own jail cell much to the surprise of all the police officers present.

Police officers were considering requesting the Armed Detective Agency to further an investigation at first, but has now decided against it as the chief of the police station has deemed it as a waste since the man was a criminal," the news reporter announced on the morning news as (Y/N) sipped her (bitter/sweet/neutral) (coffee/tea) and Dazai adorable chewed his crab sandwich.

"Who did you ask to do it?" (Y/N) asked immediately as soon as Dazai swallowed.

"Chuuya was more than willing after I told him the story. I didn't even have to tell him which police station and cell that scum was in, he ran off and figured it all out himself and finished the job," Dazai answered before continuing to adorably eat his crab sandwich.

"That scum deserved it," (Y/N) agreed as she continue sipping her (coffee/tea).

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Awareness Note:

Stop domestic violence. The pain lingers on even after the relationship has ended. No one should have to be bounded to a spouse that only views them as an object and an inferior instead of a human being and an equal. No one has to go through physical and mental pain with a monster that prefers to take control of everything. No one has to go through such pain.

Marriage isn't pain! Marriage is a bond of two people who love each other!

If it hurts both physically and mentally, then it's not love.

Know the difference.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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that makes it all feel complicated ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1423

request?: yes!

“Colson baker x female reader. The reader and colson have been dating for awhile and one day colson takes her to meet Pete but when colson introduces her to Pete her and Pete are acting like they’ve known each other for years when colson asks how they know each other they and they both reveal that they dated, later on while hanging out with Pete the reader notices how colson is looking at Pete and he reveals that he’s jealous but she reassures him that she only has eyes for him. She’s a comedian.”

description: in which he finds out his best friend is his girl’s ex, and he starts to feel a little jealous of their connection

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The excitement building up to Colson’s SNL performance was coursing through everyone’s veins, including yours. Colson was practically skipping to his dressing room before his soundcheck. You giggled as you followed him. You had never seen him so excited for a performance before.

Before he reached his dressing room, he exclaimed and bounded into the arms of one of the cast members. As you got closer, you recognized the face of Colson’s best friend, Pete Davidson.

“Man, it’s about time you’re on the show,” Pete said once his embrace with Colson ended. “I’ve been trying to get you on here since the album dropped.”

“Dude, this has been my dream for years. I can’t believe it’s finally happening.” Suddenly remembering your presence, Colson turned to you. “Oh, Pete, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N). Babe, this is Pete.”

You tried to hide your knowing smile as Colson introduced the two of you, but it was nearly impossible when Pete was already chucking at the irony of the situation.

“Hey Pete,” you said.

“Hey (Y/N). Good to see you.”

Colson looked between the two of you. “You two know each other?”

You gave him a confused look before realization crossed your face. Pete mirrored your confused look as he looked between the two of you. “You...you don’t know.”

Before either of them could say anything else, you quickly said, “Pete and I used to date. Like forever ago, way before you and I got together.”

Colson’s eyes got so wide you were sure they’d pop out of his head. Pete’s face got red with embarrassment, realizing he had dropped the ball on the situation. You took Colson’s hand and dragged him into the dressing room, politely excusing yourself from Pete. Colson seemed to be in a daze as you closed the door behind you. Every ounce of excitement seemed to melt away and you immediately felt bad.

“You never told me you dated Pete,” was the first thing he said when the door closed.

“I never thought of it,” you said with a shrug. That wasn’t a lie. You really hadn’t thought to tell Colson. It wasn’t like the two of you spent much time with Pete, considering the fact that Colson had only just introduced you for the first time.

“He’s my best friend, how could you not think of it?”

His anger made you back away a moment. Realizing this, his face softened and he sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business, I shouldn’t be so mad.”

“You have every right to be annoyed with me,” you said. “But I really didn’t think to tell you. We dated years ago, before Pete was even famous. It honestly slipped my mind that we even dated because it was so long ago, even though you are friends with him.”

You knew it was a lot for Colson to take in. Before he could say anything else, the producers of the show knocked on the door to tell Colson it was time for his soundcheck. You took hold of Colson’s arm to stop him before he left. “I’m sorry I never told you.”

“It’s okay babe,” Colson said. “I get it, but you’re mine now and I know nothing will change that.”

You smiled as Colson gave you a quick kiss and started making his way to the stage. You followed behind, trying to get the excitement back that you were both feeling before your encounter with Pete.

The run through of Colson’s first song went perfect and they didn’t feel the need to go through it again. The second song on his setlist was my ex’s best friend, and of course, this was the time Pete had arrived to watch him.

“Aye, you know my ex So that makes it all feel complicated yeah”

“I’m sorry if I caused anything between you and Colson,” Pete said to you. “I genuinely didn’t know you hadn’t told him.”

You shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. He was shocked, but he seemed alright after getting the news.”

“You walked in my life at 2am Cause my boy’s new girl is your best friend”

“You two are perfect for one another,” Pete commented. “I’m sure you don't need to be told that, though.”

You chuckled at his comment. “I hear it almost every time we post online together. Plus, I know it’s a cliché, but I knew from the moment I met him that Colson was the one for me.”

Pete smiled. “I’m glad my boy found himself an amazing girl, and you found someone you deserve, too.”

You smiled back at Pete. You were glad the two of you hadn’t had a bad break up. It had been years ago, as you told Colson before, but you had both decided you just weren’t right for one another. You friendship had grown apart after Pete’s career started, but you still held no ill will towards Pete.

“Now we’re in the backseat of a black car Going home And you ask me Is it wrong if I come up with you?”

Colson found himself glaring at his best friend as his girlfriend laughed at something that was said. He was trying to focus on the song, but it was hard when the information (Y/N) had told him earlier was running through his head.

Of course he trusted her when she said the relationship was long over and there was nothing between them, and he believed that she genuinely forgot to tell them. Even though he trusted her and Pete, he still felt jealousy building up inside of him. He couldn’t help but see the two of them in a different light with this new knowledge.

“Hey Kells?” came a voice through his earpiece. “You’re uh...kinda off there?”

Colson realized he had stopped singing all together. He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his own head. “Yeah sorry. Start over?”

You were watching with slight confusion as Colson started the song over. You could see he was trying not to look at you and Pete, but his eyes kept glancing over towards the two of you every so often. It didn’t take you long to realize what was going on.

“That was better, right?” Colson asked when he finished the first part of the song and Blackbear’s voice started singing on the track.

“That was good,” the producer confirmed. “Do you feel like you have to run over it again?”

His eyes glanced towards you again. You started to approach the stage and held a hand out to your boyfriend. “Quick break, I’m stealing the rockstar.”

Neither of you waited for an answer as Colson almost immediately stepped off the stage and followed you to a more private area. Once you were away from everyone, you crossed your arms. “Are you upset over Pete and I?”

Colson looked down, but you took his chin in your hand and tilted his head up to look at you again. “Colson, look at me. Are you upset?”

He sighed and shook his head. “I’m not upset...but I am jealous.”

“Why? I told you we’ve been long over and there’s so far from being anything there between us.”

“I know, and I believe you, but I just have this feeling of jealous in me seeing you two together. It’s like I’m looking at the two of you in a different light, and I can’t help but think...well, Pete’s known you longer and knew you before I did. What if he’s better for you than I am because of that?”

You cupped Colson’s face and looked up into the blue eyes you loved so much. “Colson, baby, it doesn’t matter how long I’ve known Pete or if we were together before I was with you or anything like that. I love you, you know that. You said it yourself earlier - I’m yours and nothing will change that.”

Colson nodded and rested his head against yours. “I know, I was being stupid.”

“You were being very stupid,” you teased. “But I am here to remind you of that I’m yours whenever you need the reminder.”

Colson smiled and gave you a quick kiss. You smiled back and grabbed his shoulders, spinning him to face the stage again. “Now, stop being stupid and go sing.”

You heard him chuckle as he raced back to the stage. You watched him go with a smile on your face, feeling so lucky to be able to call that adorable dork yours.

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #imagine #one shot #request #pete davidson #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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wm-paintbrush · 2 years

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So you're letting me pick? ... *laughs maniacally* THAT WAS A BAD IDEA HUN ---------------------------------------- So i have alot of ocs actually- and alot of sonas also from the past, present, future- so excuse me but you GAVE ME PERMISSION TO GUSH. But to keep you sane, i'm gonna skip over most of the "dead" characters Savvy is one of 4+ characters that i absolutely still adore, and keep in my little oc-world A grey to red and reddish pink color pallette, fennec fox-plushie. I mainly inspired her personality of the vibe i give off to any newcomers- and well- she also has 1 different form that i previously called "Darkus" for some reason Void is the next, a white to turquoise and cyan color pallette, glitchy fox. I think she's kinda like the vibe after you've known me for awhile? But that might have changed- all i know is she glitchy and cool lmfao Also previously shown to melt, might keep that Mayah and Daeva simultaneously are Bacterial Contamination Cats Because DAMN if being edgy wasn't enough, add the spooks! and stabs Enough of the jokes though, Mayah is the one with a scarf and is overall shy for some fucking reason and Daeva is an edgelord due to- well i'll mention them later. Both are (darker) grey and red with possible pink/white stingers... idk yet it's been a while! Molse, who i actually felt like should have kept the albino-mouse-rat species, might become a rabbit later on. White-black-red and neutral. Smol boi lmfao. Might have been a victim to either Mayah or Daeva- I forgot the name of this one, probably was too complex- I have a molecule-alcohol-dog character and i think they're absolutely NOICE! Might have to explore this character more so their story could begin showing to me. I have a few others somewhere but those are the most interesting... But i bet you wanna know that guy who corrupted Daeva, didn't cha? Corrupto is currently their/his name, and currently is a loose runaway corruption. Took a liking to Daeva, but.. they still are a fuckass even if that liking exists (= Oh and they probably will stay like that until showing a clear sign of redemption muahahahaha i'm evil Now for some of the interesting ones Starting of with another corruption who'se previous host i won't say.. We have my little experimental creature, Vortex! They're a little mess, learning as they go. But man, they're a BIT different from the others, and fun to draw for some reason. Btw both corruptions are black (white or red) goopsters lmfao Honorable mentions before the ones i've drawn more often: Pencil [AU], kinda child and bean, might not be innocent deep down though. Zodiac dream demon, and of course you already have the possible right guess at who their origins deprive from. That one roomba and (grappling+something else) gun who if i draw more often, will be to background tests or other fun shit Emma and that one sign, two characters i entirely made up just from the game and previous arg that i love(d) as fuck [Changed | Pooche and Pansy] Now excuse me, but i wanna talk about Tempus! That one bibically accurate angel looking clock! I love that one. A time entity who i'm starting to suspect might be related to Painty over there- Also they have a cracked side of glass for some reason?? Hmmm.. Well i obviously know why for that one, but go ahead and theorize. Also i haven't choosen their colors yet but they have a tail, lmfao- that's mostly all Chi, who i might be mashing up with the other heart character in a weirdcore post, is my little emotion/soul demon who started of as a pure vent character but now might just be an emotionally unstable bean. Can't decide if they're blue or purple, but otherwise i just love my little heart fello <3 Also she chills around PaintBrush cause yes. And PaintBrush, my dearie self, multidimensional zodiac dream demon! Creative, unpredictable, and matched to my chaotic personality, and i absolutely love her so much i swear to axol- Um anyways, she is really respecting and caring, but can lose herself to demonic senses and also emotions (cause i lose myself to emotions sometimes

no cap) and might or might not have been- [spoilers] Also she's friends with a Bill cipher, how perfect, totally not the same Bill cipher that hangs around me. And i think that's most that i can gush about.. for now. If it sounds like i rambled then sorry, but.. not sorry agDSGOPIEOSPRHI- Anyway this is from a while ago, but shows alot of the characters i've talked about here. NOW MERRY CHRISTMAS SHOOKAS

#Savvy [OC]#Void [OC]#Mayah and Daeva [OC]#Molse [OC]#and just alot of #oc #characters #which also includes:#Corrupto and Vortex [OC]#Pencil [AU/OC]#Shoutout to that Roomba and Grappling/Thing Gun #which- are also ocs like #Emma [Why do i have her? I do not know]#Tempus [That Clock OC]#Chi [OC]#AND PAINTBRUSH [OC]#WOW THAT WAS ALOT OF TAGS AND ME GUSHING AND RAMBLING ABOUT #THANKS FOR ASKING AND HOPE TO SEE YOU AROUND MORE ASK GAMES #*DIES*

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years

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Safe

When the house gets broken into while you’re home alone, your boyfriend, Chris, blames himself for not being around until it’s too late.

“Going home?” Your boyfriend, Chris, asked as you gave him a hug from the side, careful not to mess up his newly pressed shirt. You’d met him on the set of the show he was working on to bring him the lunch he’d forgotten at home, only to surprise him with food from his favorite restaurant, and finally his lunch break was about over. They were setting up the courtroom for a scene that had to match one they’d already filmed so it was taking a little longer than usual. You were glad, though, because it gave him some extra time for lunch.

The filming was only half an hour away from the house, which you loved, because it meant he wasn’t all the way across the country, and for awhile it was like you were just a normal couple with two normal nine to five jobs. And even though you missed Dodger on the days Chris brought him to set, it was as normal as the two of you would probably ever be.

“Yep,” you responded. “I have another meeting at two.” He walked you back to your car that was sitting in the parking lot, opening your door for you as you got in.

“Okay. Text me when you get home, alright? Even if I don’t answer.” You nodded.

“I know the drill. Love you.” You stood on your toes and kissed his scruffy jaw before sitting down in the driver’s seat.

“Love you too, babe.” Chris shut your door and let you drive away, watching you leave the studio gates before heading back to the set. You texted him when you got home, like you’d promised you would, and got out of the car. You didn’t get a response, but you didn’t expect one. Chris usually just left his phone in his trailer, even though he tried not to because he wanted to be there if you needed him. Usually you would just text him funny links throughout the day, so it didn’t matter. You had never really needed him so urgently that it couldn’t wait until he got back to his trailer in a few hours.

You had two hours before your meeting and weren’t too pressed about getting your personal laptop from the car, so you didn’t. You got out of the car and went up the stairs, throwing your coat on the bed, and took off your boots. Normally you would be letting Dodger out, but Chris had taken him with him that day. There were kids on the set that morning, so Chris decided to bring him because of how good he always was. You changed into a t-shirt, knowing that you would turn your camera off after a minute, and went to sit down to go over your presentation. You were switching the room that Chris used as an office with yours, and when you realized that your USB drive with your presentation on it was upstairs, you sighed and got out of the chair. You walked up the stairs and into Chris’s office, looking at your phone as you went.

You noticed a noise outside, but didn’t think anything of it. The neighbor’s kids were homeschooled and usually played outside in the afternoon, so you assumed it was them. You had lived with Chris for a few months and he had lived in the house since he was in his twenties, so you trusted that it was safe. You’d spent months at a time dogsitting before you were even dating Chris that seriously. You felt safe. Maybe too safe. Considering one of your biggest fears was someone breaking into the house and murdering you, you should have been a little bit more cautious of noise outside. But you trusted Chris and you trusted his house.

You sat down at the desk in Chris’s unusually low chair, swinging around a little as you tried to find the right USB drive since you and Chris just bought them in bulk. You heard another noise. The downstairs door, the one that went out to the backyard, rattling. Your heart jumped and you stood up, walking over to the backyard. There was someone standing there, someone you didn’t know, and you knew for a fact that it wasn’t one of the neighbors. You’d locked all of the doors, thankfully, but you realized the person was starting to walk around the house. And you noticed a lump in the pocket of their jeans. Your first thought was Chris.

I think someone’s trying to get into the house, you texted. Of course you didn’t get an answer. You called him, hoping that maybe he had his phone. But he didn’t because he didn’t answer. The fear was starting to creep in, but you were confident in the house enough to remember that the closet in the office locked from the inside, and so did the room. So you locked yourself in the room, and then backed yourself into the closet that was full of old scripts and extra clothes, and you called 911.

“What’s your address?”

“21 Maple Street. I think someone’s trying to break into my house and I’m pretty sure they have a gun, they tried all of the doors and now they’re looking through the windows I think.”

“We’ll have officers dispatched to your location, it looks like we have someone patrolling a few minutes away. Can I get your name?”

“Y/n.” You heard glass shattering and felt the house shifting below you; the back patio door had been smashed in. “Shit, they smashed in the back door.” Your entire body was shaking now and you could literally hear the person downstairs. You were trying to be calm, taking the phone away from your ear and texting Chris.

On the phone with 911. Has a gun. Locked in the closet. I love you. To say you were terrified didn’t even cover it. You heard the distinct sound of footsteps downstairs against the hardwood floors and tried to control your breathing. You counted backwards from ten, what you always did when you were nervous. But you were sure your heart was beating so loudly that anyone could hear it. The person had to know that someone was there – your car was in the driveway and so was the extra car. You had kind of hoped they would leave after seeing dog toys all over the floor by the door, but no. Whoever it was definitely was not scared. Of anything. And that was what terrified you. You shoved your phone against your chest, knowing the light could be seen from under the closet door if they got in, and you just wanted to cry out loud. All you wanted was to be able to cry out loud.

“BOSTON PD!” You heard a knock at the front door. Why the fuck were they coming to the front door? The back was where they’d broken in, you’d said that. Whoever was inside paused on the stairs for a second before dashing up. You were all the way down the hall, behind two locked doors, and you tried to believe that you were going to be safe. You heard the police again, this time opening the door, and you were so surprised that you dropped your phone. The silicone case let your phone shatter, and you were convinced that you were done for. You slid down on the ground, tears in your eyes, and waited.

You heard voices yelling back and forth for someone to drop a gun and you put your hand on the closet doorknob. A gunshot sounded and you heard glass shattering and you just sat there and started crying, really crying. You could hear that the police were in the house and you knew everything would be fine, but what if it wasn’t? You picked up your phone and hung up on 911, calling Chris again. And again. He just didn’t answer. His voicemail just picked up and said his box was full, probably because you’d been calling him so much. You knew it was because his phone was in his trailer, you knew that, but part of you felt like something had to be wrong with him too. Everything was so fucked up that you barely even knew what was happening anymore.

You finally stood up and opened the closet door, shakily making your way over to the office door and opening it. It was a blur as you emerged from the room, finally, and an officer escorted you down the stairs. You called Chris once more, but he didn’t answer. You texted your boss and said you wouldn’t be able to give your presentation. You texted Chris, again, and sat down on the couch as an officer stayed behind.

“Is this your house?”

“No, it’s my boyfriend’s. He’s working, he probably won’t answer his phone.” You wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, realizing how cold the first floor of the house was when the door was shattered. Your leg was shaking up and down, making one of the panels on the old hardwood floor creak. You relayed everything to the officer, playing with the lining on your t-shirt, and sniffled. They agreed to stay with you for a couple of hours, walking you through what they recommended you do. You would have to call the insurance company, find someone to come replace the back door, and about a million other things you wouldn’t have even thought about.

You called Chris in between every call, your heart absolutely aching. What if something had happened to him too? Or what if his phone was broken? Or what if he just never came back, or… You were being ridiculous. You knew you were being ridiculous. You tried drinking some water to calm down, playing games on your phone. But finally you heard the familiar sound of his car door shutting and you stood up as the front door opened. Chris was standing there, confused as hell, and his eyes just widened. He let Dodger’s leash go and walked through to where you were sitting in the living room.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” He asked. You stood up and he embraced you tighter than he ever had before, pulling your head to his chest. He let go of you just for a second, looking you up and down, trying to see if you were hurt.

“No,” you responded, “not really.”

“Not really okay or not hurt?’ He asked you. He ran a hand through your hair, pulling it behind your ear.

“Someone broke into the house. I kept trying to call you and texting you, but…”

“My phone died and I forgot to bring a charger this morning,” he explained. “Shit, baby, I’m so sorry.” You just nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist, and Chris quickly talked to the officer before he left the two of you alone. You tried to go on about your night, listening as Chris called someone to get the door fixed. You fed Dodger and sat down at the kitchen table, eventually going upstairs to shower. You came back down to see that Chris was sitting at the table, head in his hands, and two empty bottles of beer sitting on the table beside him.

“I should’ve been there,” he muttered. He looked up at you with those big blue eyes and you just sighed.

“You were half an hour away, you wouldn’t have been able to do anything anyway.” You were mostly just trying to keep him calm because you knew he was getting into that over-protective boyfriend space. You walked over to him and threw away the beers. He just sighed. You could see the regret in his eyes as he crossed his arms.

“But you could’ve gotten hurt and I wouldn’t have even known.”

“Chris, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he said loudly. The wind outside was picking up, but he definitely didn’t have to yell like he did. “You’re not fine. If I’d have just answered my phone…” You sat down across from him and took his hand from where it was on the table, squeezing it tightly. You could hear that his breathing was getting faster and faster. He was just upset.

“But I’m okay. Everything’s okay.”

“What if you weren’t, though?” He looked up at you and you could see tears in his eyes. Your favorite eyes. “I’m supposed to protect you.”

“And if you were here you could’ve gotten hurt, too.”

“But you were alone. And you must’ve felt like you were alone because I wasn’t answering.”

“You were doing your job, Chris. And there was no way to know that something was going to happen.”

“Yeah, but…” You saw a single tear fall from his right eye. That absolutely broke your heart. Seeing him and hearing him so upset just killed you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” You stood up and let go of his hand, moving over to where he was sitting. You sat down on his lap, trying to interrupt whatever bad thing he was thinking about, and leaned your head in his neck. That seemed to help him a little and he wrapped his arms around you, his breathing calming down a little bit.

“You’re here now,” you pointed out as you put your arms around his neck. You kissed his jaw like you had earlier, shutting your eyes and relaxing in his arms. “I know I’m safe now. And I know you won’t let anything happen to me.”

“I’m supposed to protect you,” he repeated. “I’m sorry I couldn’t.”

“You didn’t even get the chance to.” You sat up, running your fingers through his slightly gelled hair, and kissed him. You put your head back in his shoulder, hugging him tightly as you held onto him.

“I love you, baby. I’m sorry this happened. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’ll start carrying my phone with me, at the least.”

“Maybe you should get an extra charger too,” you suggested. That made him laugh a little bit. The first time since he’d gotten home.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. But I promise that if anything else happens, I will be. I promise. I want you to feel safe.”

“I feel safe with you. That’s all I care about, okay?” You felt his hand snake up your back, underneath your shirt, and eventually fell asleep as his massive hand rubbed your back, up and down. At least you felt safe enough to fall asleep on him, he thought, and he sighed as he took you upstairs.

A/N: I loved writing this so much 🥺 Thank you for requesting! Protective Chris is the best Chris.

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Of The Valley (Joel x Reader)

Chapter 6: MIA

Summary: Life in Jackson is never easy. Consoling angsty teenagers, wading through the mysterious waters of Joel’s romance language and with a child of your own on the way? Life is about to get a lot harder.

CHATPER WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of teenage drinking and smoking weed.

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You fell asleep on the couch once you calmed down, you wanted to sleep for the night and worry tomorrow. Yet loud knocking on your door in the late hours of the night awoke you.

You jolted awake and looked out through the window from your spot on the couch, seeing a shadow of a person through the curtains.

Another loud knock.

“Alright! Fine! I’m coming!” You shouted, angrily throwing your blanket off of you. You unlocked the door and looked at the visitor.

“Dina?”

“Hey, Y/N. I’m really sorry for waking you up so late and probably Mark too, I know this is super out of the blue but, do you by any chance know where Ellie went?” She asked you. Dina wasn’t on your list of people you had avoided, she was constantly in the bar with Jesse. Dina was the life of the party, with her came laughter and excitement, she was easy to be around, which is why you never avoided her. There were no expectations from her, she was just a kid that was kind and didn’t push. You hadn’t seen her nearly as much as you used to, or anyone for that matter, but you never outright refused to be around her, or cross the street when you saw her walking your way.

You shifted in your spot, straightening yourself up. “No, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just that I don’t know where Ellie went, I looked around town and everything but she’s not here,” Dina said, worry slowly filling her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where she went. Maybe ask Joel?”

“I just.. don’t want to worry Joel or put anymore strain on them,” Dina explained. “But I just figured since you went on patrol with them she could have mentioned it.”

“No, she didn’t mention it to me. Any chance she could have snuck out?” You rose a brow. Teenagers snuck out all the damn time, it was no secret, though rarely anyone mentioned it. It was an unspoken rule, teenagers even in the apocalypse were rebellious.

“It’s probably the most likely choice.. I’m just worried because it’s so late and she almost always tells me beforehand or invites me along too,” Dina rambled, her hands fidgeting at her side as she explained it to you.

“Have you told Maria, Ellie’s missing?”

“No, Maria would kill Ellie if she knew she snuck out.” That was true, considering when teens usually snuck out they smoked pot and drank alcohol, you didn’t want Maria searching for a dopey drunk Ellie.

“Yeah, I would tell her if Ellie doesn’t come back by sunrise,” You suggested. “Where’s Jesse by the way?”

“We got into an argument earlier, I just didn’t want to bother him, you know?”

You understood that well enough.

“I’m going to go out looking for her, I just wanted to make sure someone knew where I was going too, sorry for waking you, goodnight.” Dina was ready to leave, but you pulled her back. You could leave Jackson for an hour or two.. you had done it for a full night, besides you couldn’t let a teenager go out there by herself. You couldn’t let her wake up Joel or alert Maria either, both would make Ellie only angrier. You didn’t want to leave Jackson, much less two days in a row, but if you had done it before you could do it again. It wasn’t patrol either, you would probably find her within the next few hours. She couldn’t have gone far.

“Woah, woah, woah. You can’t go out there alone, especially not during the night, I’m going with you.”

“Are you sure?” Dina asked.

“Yeah I am, let me go get my coat first, I’ll be right back.” You fetched your coat from your room, grabbing the pistol hidden in your dresser, you never wanted to pick it up again, or even have to use it, but there was no way you would leave town without it. The last thing you wanted to do was use it on hunters or infected — no matter who you were shooting at, you didn’t want to be the one to pull that trigger. But if it came down to life or death, you would use it, even if every ounce of your body screamed in protest, you would disregard it, you had used your rifle yesterday, what was a pistol to that? You still had work in the morning and was putting yourself in harm's way while pregnant really the best idea? It didn’t matter.. you needed to make sure Ellie was safe. You returned to Dina, she was biting her nail gently, her brow furrowed.

Once you stepped outside you realized how cold it had gotten, you could see your breath as you exhaled.

You waved the gun in the air, showing it to her.

“Any chance you have your gun with you?”

“No, I went to her house first and then got caught up looking for her, I forgot to bring it with me,” Dina explained.

“Hold on. There’s another gun upstairs, I’ll get it,” You replied, turning around and walking over to the staircase that led up to his loft. Mark had a stash of guns in his room, as protective as he was of all of his belongings, you were certain he wouldn’t mind you letting Dina borrow one. It wasn’t like he would be needing them anytime soon anyways.

But you hadn’t stepped foot in his room since it happened.

You opened the door up to the staircase, your head feeling like it was going to explode. Your heartbeat so loud in your ears you were sure even Dina could hear it. Every step was a louder groan from the creaky steps that resonated in your ears, you walked as slowly as you could. It was dusty in the staircase, it had been a long time since it had been used.

When you finally reached the top step you were ready to turn back around, tell Dina that you couldn’t find it. But you needed to open that door and let the memories flood in. You were having a child, if that wasn’t a new beginning you weren’t sure what was.

You weren’t ready to confront it all head on. The first step in a long road to recovery, it wasn’t something would happen overnight. But you had to start somewhere, maybe you started yesterday when you began reconciling with Joel, or stepping foot out of Jackson again, picking up a gun and doing the job you were meant to do. Regardless of when you started, that door was meant to be open, and you were at the very least ready to see what was behind it.

Even if you were terrified, even if you wanted to turn back. That door had to be opened.

You gently turned the knob, stepping inside the room. You felt like an intruder, like you had stepped into a scene you weren’t supposed to be in.

It looked different than you remembered.. everything had a darker hint to it, like the room had completely lacked life in the way that some abandoned places did. There was no presence, no feeling of being watched, just a room devoid of life..

Yet it also looked the same, his bedsheets still ruffled from that night.. his band posters littering the walls, his dusty record player in the corner. His snake plant by the window that had long since died. His never ending piles of flannels too.

It was almost too much, seeing his things left frozen in time, knowing that Mark would never return to this room. You had neglected everything he had so meticulously created, whether it be the plant he miraculously kept alive for years, the records he claimed needed to be heard regardless of how obscure they were, you had forgotten about it all. And now there was not even an energy in the room, like the life of the room itself in there had died with him. Now there was not even a presence of him, just a hallowed husk of a room.

There was something out of place though. Mark’s dog tags sitting on the knob of the dresser. He never took them off. Why were they here now? You could have sworn he was buried with them..

Maria.

It had to be Maria. When had she snuck up here? They looked like they had been there for awhile, collecting dust and all. Was the photo he kept in his pocket here too? You looked around the room but could not find them, instead you found his gun in his bedside table, grabbing his dog tags and locking away the memories behind you.

You walked back downstairs to Dina, you handed her Mark’s gun.

“I hope I didn’t wake Mark,” She said sincerely, placing the gun in her waistband.

“You didn’t.” You shook your head, clutching the dog tags in your hand.

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You and Dina had to be smart, taking side streets and cutting through backyards to get to the West gate. Dina decided Ellie was most likely in three places, the lake, the ski resort or the art museum that had a rooftop exhibit overlooking the river. The lake was the closest and was your best bet, so you decided to go there.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to be out at night, especially considering you had work very early in the morning, but this was too early. You hoped no night owls were up to see you with Dina at such a late hour.

You led Dina to the small hole in the wall that you could both easily slip through, dodging the night guards and the spotlights, you hugged the wall as you made it far enough to where you could not be seen. Perhaps it was foolish to sneak out to look for Ellie.. but you didn’t want to risk her getting in trouble with Joel or Maria.

You were anxious being outside of Jackson.. like there was a threat looming around every corner, but you had to find Ellie no matter what. You were glad Dina came to you, even if you weren’t her first, or second choice for that matter.

It didn’t matter if you had work in the morning — or you were pregnant, you needed to find Ellie. That was all that was on your mind, finding her, and making sure she got back into town safely and under the radar.

Ellie could handle herself well enough, you were hoping she was fine and just lost track of time. But why hadn’t she told Dina earlier in the day? Did she just forget? Was she with Cat? You were cautious of Cat.. she seemed nice enough but seemed like somewhat of a bad influence, and Ellie’s relationship with Cat seemed to cause a riff between her and Dina. Of course though, it wasn’t your place to judge. Joel was clueless when it came to teenage romance.. or perhaps he wasn’t and just hadn’t put Ellie and girls together. You hadn’t ever asked Ellie about it, but you knew regardless and she never denied it. At least to your knowledge she hadn’t told Joel.. which was understandable, but you doubt Joel would care and would still love her regardless.

You and Dina managed to make it to the treelines, far from the gate. It was only then did you begin talking.

“I’m going to be so pissed if she’s just drunk,” Dina said bitterly, shaking her head. You held your gun more tightly as you ventured further out. The lake wasn’t far at all, a twenty minute walk at most.

“How often do you guys sneak out?” You asked, your voice a whisper. Dina walked close to you as you found the nature path that led to the lake. It had been so long since you walked that road.. at least three months.

“It depends. A lot though, more often in summer. Not usual for us to go out in fall though, same for spring. Winter we usually just go sledding. I’d say once a month or so,” Dina replied quietly.

You continued walking in silence before Dina spoke.

“Have you ever snuck out?”

“I have, just a few times. Even adults get ansty sometimes.”

“I guess that’s only somewhat shocking. The one person I could never imagine sneaking out is Joel, he seems too hardcore survivalist to any fun.”

“You would be surprised,” You chuckled lightly.

Dina whipped her head around to face you, her mouth agape in humorous shock.

“You’re telling me Joel Miller is a party animal?”

“He’s not.. that much of a partier,” You said, your voice very quiet.

“I can’t believe this. And Mark?”

“Yeah, Mark is the party.” Mark didn’t particularly like big parties.. he preferred smaller ones but he still knew how to let loose.. perhaps too loose sometimes.

Dina didn’t have much to say to that, other than that she could see that Mark liked to party. It was true, Mark liked dancing, music and hard liquor, he just didn’t particularly like large groups of people, as much of a social butterfly as he was.

You walked in silence for a few more minutes, your mind on high alert, glancing behind you frequently to make sure anything - or anyone was following you. You knew it was stupid to not tell anyone where you and Dina were going, or that you had snuck out, but you didn’t want to risk Ellie being caught. It was strange, you had completely abandoned her and Joel for months and now you couldn’t stand the thought of her getting in trouble at the expense of just doing something a normal teenager would do. Perhaps it was the weird new maternal instinct that magically kicked in.

It was uncommon for infected to be nearby town. In fact, it was very rare. There were constant patrols during the day within a three mile radius of town, infected were found and put down quickly. The guns were still another layer of protection, if Ellie was further from town there was a chance you would need them. You were still completely on edge, Dina was too. Being outside of Jackson was the last thing you wanted to do again, yet here you are, not even a day later.

You wondered why Ellie would leave without saying anything, especially to Dina. They were as thick as thieves, they really cared about each other, no wonder Dina was nervous. Ellie was upset when she came back with Joel the other day, maybe she just needed to clear her head. But sneaking out? That was uncalled for. There were quiet places in Jackson she could have gone to.

The top of the lake house came into view as you reached the peak of a hill. There was a small fire by the far side of the lake, next to the house. The lake house was not technically a house, and more like a mansion. It was a popular spot to sneak out to, considering it was one of the few places out of town that had electricity and wasn’t completely abandoned. Occasionally, Maria let people visit the lake every summer as a reward for their hard work.. though patrollers (once yourself included) liked to stop at the lake if they got back early.

“Think that’s her?” You pointed out towards the fire at the side of the lake. Dina nodded next to you. You were glad you didn’t have to walk fourty minutes to get to the art museum or ski resort, both being in opposite directions of one another. Unless.. that wasn’t Ellie. It could easily be hunters, but hunters liked to hide. They wouldn’t be out in the open though. The last time you came across a group of people it had gone worse than you could have ever imagined, you pushed that thought to the side.

The lake was mysterious looking, it’s dark waters glistening in the moonlight like it held many secrets. Three months ago, you stood here in the heat of summer, your shirt sticking to your back, waiting to jump into the water and pop open a can from a six pack, the sun beating down on the water making it shine brightly. But now it just looked cold and dark, yet not unwelcoming. Now the fall air was crisp, the leaves dark and crunch under your feet, your breath lingering in the air visibly.

You led Dina down the path to the dock, from there you would be able to get a better look at the people at the bonfire. It looked like a group, seven or so people. You stuck to the trees until the plants growing in the water were tall enough to shield you. You could hear loud laughter, whoever these people were, they weren’t particularly subtle. You figured it was most likely Ellie and a group of other rebellious teens.

“That them?” You said gruffly, peeking out from behind the plants, hearing the waves lap at the shore.

“Yeah, yeah, I think so,” Dina mumbled, staring at the group by the lake. You couldn’t make out faces, but they looked like teenagers.

“Recognize any of them?”

“I can’t see much. It looks like a party though.” There were cans littered around the fire, at least from what you could see.

“It’s probably them then, come on, let’s go,” You said motioning for her to get up with you. Dina pulled herself up next to you, following you on the path to their bonfire. If they were drunk, you doubt they would notice you until you were right on top of them. Stupid kids.

As you got closer you could hear bits and pieces of their conversation, they definitely sounded like teenagers.

“Why do you think Ellie didn’t tell you?” You whispered.

“I don’t know, she could be with Cat.”

You wrapped around the group by taking the path into the woods so you could ‘sneak’ up on them in case they weren't who you thought they were. If you were quiet enough, they wouldn’t notice you until you were right on top of them.

As you got closer, Dina recognized them. She began walking faster to the group, louder too. She went far ahead of you. They noticed immediately.

“What the fuck was that?” You heard one of them whisper-yell. They all began looking around. There was no Ellie or Cat in sight.

You had to lightly jog to catch up with her as Dina made it out in the open.

“Dina? What the hell are you doing out here?” One of them asked, they all stood up. You recognized them, you didn’t know their names, having only seen them in passing.

“Do you guys know where Ellie is?” She asked, her voice slightly harsh.

You caught up with her, walking out in the open to meet her. The group stiffened, they kicked their beer cans to the side and one even hid her joint behind her back, you could still see the smoke, and there was no doubt most of them were faded. The smell gave that away.

“Uh yeah. She’s in the lake house with Cat,” The one who had the not-so-hidden-blunt said. You squinted at the lake house and saw that there were lights on in one of the bedrooms.

Dina glared at the house and lightly scoffed.

“Thanks. Don’t get too drunk tonight, be back before sunrise too,” Dina said dismissively, already marching her way up to the lake. The group behind you relaxed, already getting back to their teenage binge.

You kept a careful eye on Dina, jealousy bubbling underneath her. She knew that she shouldn’t feel that way with Ellie, especially considering she was off and on with Jesse.. at least right now she was. It felt wrong to be in love with her best friend, yet she also liked Jesse too. She was always jealous of Cat.. Cat wasn’t good for Ellie, anyone with a pair of eyes could see that.

“Were those your friends?” You asked her as you made your way up to the lake house, glancing behind you at the bonfire.

“Cat’s,” She replied plainly.

You remained silent for the rest of the way as you made it into the house. You remembered the last time you were here.. the party, with Mark. You had put Mark’s dog tags on, you could feel them lightly jingle each time you took a step. His necklace left a feeling of comfort in you, even though you had banished the thought of him for months, now here you were wearing his dog tags like everything was fine. Maybe it was, or was on its way to be. The only thing on your mind tonight was returning Ellie safe and sound to Jackson, not having a baby, not rebuilding your relationship with people you had neglected, not coming to terms with Mark’s death, only Ellie.

The lake house was very open, every room seemingly sprawling with dark wood accents and a winding staircase that led up to the upper floor. People mostly stayed (and partied) on the first floor, but the upstairs wasn’t completely off limits.

Dina walked swiftly up the stairs, her brow furrowed in anger. You tried your best to keep up with her.

“Ellie?” She shouted, you followed her. As you made it to the top of the steps, you heard rustling in one of the rooms.

“Just, stay there!” Cat called out, Dina didn’t listen. She found the room they were in and barged in.

Both Ellie and Cat covered themselves up quickly, you rolled your eyes and turned away. They were blushing madly and Dina glared at the two.

“Really? What the hell is wrong with you? Sneaking out, not telling me where you were going?” Dina jabbed, placing her hands on her hips.

“Ellie’s not your responsibility, you don’t have to know where she is all the time,” Cat hurled back. Ellie shot her a look.

“She’s my best friend. I think I have a right to care about her and make sure she’s safe.”

“Will you two shut up please? Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” Ellie said angrily, pulling her shirt on. You stayed outside the room, leaning against the wall.

“Come on, get your stuff. We’re going back to town,” Dina said to Ellie.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Cat challenged.

“Oh yes she is. It’s late and Ellie’s very obviously drunk.” You couldn’t see inside the room, but you were sure there was alcohol in there.

You decided to split up the fight before it got any worse. As soon as you popped up behind Dina, Ellie immediately looked at you in confusion. You weren’t who she was expecting.

“We do have to leave, Ellie. It’s late. If Joel or Maria finds out that you snuck out, they won’t be happy,” You persuaded. Ellie looked very drunk, her face was pink and she didn’t look totally in the present. Cat was the same too, but a lot more angry.

Ellie looked over at Cat, sighing before she spoke. “It is late.. I’m sorry, I have to go back, Joel gets up in a few hours.”

Cat scoffed before rolling her eyes, “Fine. Just go. I’m staying.”

Ellie retrieved her things from the room, pulling on the rest of her clothes while you walked back into the hall.

“Is Cat always like this?” You asked Dina quietly, glancing over your shoulder to the room. You could hear them arguing.

“No.. I think she’s just angry, I interrupted her and Ellie. Cat and I have never really gotten along, but it’s never been like this,” Dina shook her head.

Ellie came out of the room, shame burning in her. You all began walking towards the staircase before Ellie began. The silence was thick and awkward.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how late it got.”

“You could have told me where you were going, Ellie,” Dina replied softly, both averting each other's gaze.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

You didn’t interrupt them, you were just there as the chaperone. It wasn’t your place to judge either. Ellie needed a scolding.. but you weren’t the person to give her one at that time. You would need to repair your relationship with her first before you would be in any position to tell her off.

You were relieved that Ellie was safe and just lost track of time, you hoped she wouldn’t have too bad of a hangover in the morning. Considering how she stumbled occasionally and looked not so stable on her feet, you sure that she would atleast feel something in the morning.

You were damn tired, and you had work in the morning too. You just wanted to rest.

“Ellie!” Someone shouted angrily from below you, startling all of you.

“Holy shit. Maria?” Ellie cursed, her eyes widening. You looked over the railing to the lower floor.

Maria was there, and she was not happy.

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ressyfaerie · 3 years

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Hi there! I hope I'm not too late for sending in asks 👉👈

Prompt : kai and Bryan having feelings for each other and being pissed off about it.

And you can use the dub names :)

Okay so I actually thought about this one for awhile and added some RESSYFAERIE FLARE so I hope you like it! Lets get these 2 silver boys goin- (disclaimer i know fuckin nothing about guns cause im canadian lmao), also I don’t know much about Bryan’s character (I mean there’s not much to go off of in the anime haha so I hope I get it right!). * are private thoughts! LOTS OF F BOMBS, because apparently I can’t write these Russian fucks without swearing every 5 seconds-

Kai finally admitted it.

He forgot how to shoot.

Obviously- he forgot most things from the abbey, and he preferred to keep it that way, but this one thing-

“I get why you forgot.” Bryan shrugged his shoulders in their Russian training room. “But why do you want to remember?”

Kai hesitated before answering, “I want to take over the company one day. But I can’t take over a weapons manufacturing company if-”

“You forgot how to shoot a gun.” Bryan completed his sentence for him so he wouldn’t have to struggle.

“Yeah.” Kai let the word fall like thick tar.

“We all learned in the abbey, I know that.” Kai was desperate to get these thoughts out.

“Benefits of being a child soldier.” Bryan kicked his legs up and balanced them on a table.

Kai looked to the side.

“You’re worried about something else, what is it?” Bryan’s dominating attitude never affected Kai, but it was worth a shot.

Kai simply looked back at him, his classic emotionless stare.

“Spill the damn beans Hiwatari.”

Kai sighed, “What if- I remember something when I’m learning.”

“That’s why you can’t have just anybody teach you?” Bryan nodded finally understanding.

“Yeah. I imagine Boris’ teaching techniques weren’t exactly-”

“Normal?”

“Ethical.” Kai chose his words wisely, like always.

“If you stop with that proper speech around me I’ll teach you.”

Kai’s eyes lit up slightly, “really? I wasn’t expecting you to agree so easily.”

“Gun range tomorrow. Bright and early. I’ll give you bonus points if you bring one of those new Hiwatari pistols.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Ah,” Bryan shrugged, “Worth a try.”

Kai waited in the range, Bryan was as usual, late.

“Hey Kai.” Bryan approached with his learned silent walk. Kai jumped slightly when he appeared behind him, “sorry didn’t mean to scare you.”

Kai rolled his eyes. “You totally did, don’t lie.”

Bryan gave him that deep growl laugh that Kai liked.

*Wait liked? Did I just think that- For real?*

Inside the range it was dead quiet.

“I like coming here early, no one is here. Not many people like to play with guns first thing in the morning.” Bryan grabbed a table and moved it closer to one of the stalls as if he owned the place.

Kai crossed his arms, watching him and absorbing him- his technique.

*Focus on learning you idiot-*

Kai shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Kai landed back on planet earth and wondered when Bryan had placed the pistols on the table in front of him.

“Do you remember how to load?” Bryan began to tear one apart piece by piece.

Kai shook his head.

“Try.” Bryan used one hand to gesture to the table “oh- wait”

Bryan walked towards Kai and got a bit close for comfort.

“What the fuck are you doing-” Kai flinched back and closed one eye when Bryan plopped something around his neck.

Kai felt his face flush a bit.

*Fuck, fuck fuck fuck-*

Kai reached for the heavy thing around his neck, “Oh- earmuffs.”

“What do you think I would put around your neck? Weirdo.” Bryan shot him a confused glare.

“I- I don’t know!?” Kai became worried when he didn’t think through his response, he sounded like a teenage girl, he hated it.

Kai took a deep breath and approached the table.

“It’s not loaded.” Bryan reassured him.

Kai went to grab the pistol but his hand hovered overtop of it, he was scared, it frustrated him that he didn’t know why.

Bryan slowly grasped his hand and lowered it onto the gun. He held his hand there for at least a minute, Kai wasn’t counting, but he was shaking slightly.

“Don’t be scared I’m here.”

“Fuck off-” Kai tried desperately to not be a schoolgirl but he came off a bit rough.

“Alright fuck you too then figure it out yourself.” Bryan ripped his hand back at the speed of light.

Kai’s emotions were all over the place, he hadn’t even noticed himself picking up the pistol and treating it like an old friend, loading it with much practice.

“Woah.” Bryan’s eyes grew wide, he felt a feeling flutter in his chest, and he again, pushing it away, menacing stupid feelings.

Just like that Kai was holding a loaded pistol. He stopped in his tracks and let his eyes fall on it. He was silent.

“You alright?” Bryan worried about him, he worried about him all the time.

“I’m fine. How do I shoot it?” Kai turned to the partitions mentally locking on to the targets far away.

“Try it for yourself first- oh.”

Kai was already in form, so Bryan took it upon himself to strut over and put his ear protection on for him.

Kai wasn’t pulling the trigger. He left the safety on, unmoving.

“Here you have to fix your stance.” Bryan poked Kai’s bicep when he didn’t respond.

*Guess he can’t hear me.*

He grabbed Kai’s leg and tried to organize it differently, then kicked his other foot. “There that’s good, not you’re arms-” He delayed thinking of how to do this without getting his hands all over Kai- As much as he wanted to-

*What the fuck!? I don’t want to touch him- I what- Ew!*

“I have to grab your arms Kai.”

“What!?” Kai was confused.

“Okay here-” Bryan stood behind him and wrapped his arms over Kai’s shoulders.” He reached for his forearms and tried to move them, “Oh my god Kai fucking untense jesus-”

Kai let himself relax a bit.

“There. Wait-”

Bryan leaned his head over Kai’s shoulder and clasped his hands around Kai’s over the pistol.

“This isn’t quite right-” He moved a few of Kai’s fingers. “There!” He jumped back fast trying to hide his red face from Kai.

*What? I’m so done with these feelings it’s just Kai it is JUST KAI!*

Kai’s breaths were ragged.

Bryan became worried. He got closer to Kai again and grasped his shoulder, “In your own time.”

Kai’s jaw moved, he bit his lip and held the gun tighter.

*Fuck that’s hot-*

And he shot the gun 1, 2, 3, 4 times.

Bryan felt the electric shock run through his body on every shot.

Kai turned to look at him, he took off the ear protection.

“Can you reload it?” Bryan asked.

“Yeah.” Kai began to reload it and then went back to his stance. He grew uncomfortable, “can you show me again?” Kai asked uneasily.

“Of course.” Bryan took his old position behind Kai, this time leaning into his back more, because, well- Fuck you that’s why.

“Put my earmuffs back on asshole.” Kai grinned.

“Of course fuckface.” Bryan accidently grazed Kai’s chin when he grasped the muffs.

He put them on Kai’s ears and gave them a pat, he still stayed behind Kai, he wasn’t sure why, and it pissed him off that he couldn’t move.

Kai shot the gun again 4 times. The sound from behind was deafening and Bryan leaned into his shoulder a bit more, against his will the words he had been thinking for a while slipped out.

“I think I like you and it’s driving me fucking crazy-”

Kai still held the gun, unmoving.

*He couldn’t have heard me, there’s no way- the earmuffs*

“What did you say?” Kai angled his head to stare at him.

“N-Nothing- reload and shoot asshole-”

“It sounded like you’re gross.” Kai couldn’t keep his face expressionless, he was cracking a smile, he hated it.

“I’m not gross?”

“Even though you like me?”

The gun range had never been quieter.

Bryan’s face turned red as a beet, first from embarrassment, then anger.

“I don’t fucking like you, you rich brat fuck you! Fuck!” Bryan pushed himself away from Kai, Kai put the gun back and took the earmuffs off onto the table beside the gun.

“These earmuffs suck.” Kai had never been more stoic, it pissed Bryan off.

“How the FUCK are you so NORMAL right now? Are you messed in the head-”

“Yes.” Kai’s expression grew from stoic to furious.

“You’re an idiot Kai Hiwatari- and you can learn how to shoot yourself- Die for all I care-” Bryan crossed his arms, his face was still the same shade of red.

“You’re the idiot, moron!” Kai rolled his eyes.

“Why? You know what fuck you-”

“Because I think I like you too… Bitch.” Kai’s last word didn’t hit as hard, but Bryan felt like he had been hit with a shotgun.

“You’re an idiot Kai really? For real. You’re fucked.”

“You’re fucked- I can’t even shoot a gun and yet here you are-”

“Cause of your fucking soft skin and dumb breath and stupid lips and your adams apple, it’s just always there!” Bryan raged and took a few steps towards Kai, he was ready to fight this guy.

“Well I hate you’re stupid hair and face- and you’re videogame obsession and- mf!”

Kai’s words were cut short when Bryan grabbed his stupid scarf and the back of his moronic head and pulled him closer kissing him in the process.

Angry making out is weird, but they loved it.

Once they pulled away someone had to break the silence. Kai decided it had to be him, somehow the more sociable of the duo.

“I think I know how to shoot a gun now… Thanks.”

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xmalereader · 4 years

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Javier Pena X Son! Reader

ONE | | TWO | | THREE | | FINAL

|| Masterlist ||

Summary: Javier has been keeping his son a secret from everyone, but what happens when he comes to stay with him for a week?

Warnings: Protective Javier, Slight angst, family drama, Steve is done. Mitch being the perfect boyfriend.

Javier has been giving y/n the silent treatment as he broods around the apartment, reminding himself that his own son’s boyfriend was staying in Colombia and close to their apartment where he would come and go whenever he wants, of course Javier Didn’t approve of this and would always give Mitch one of his death glares. Warning him to never show up at his apartment ever again.

Steve had made sure to stay out of it, not wanting to be a part of the family drama. Every night he would hear the Pena’s arguing with each other, shouting in Spanish and throwing each other insults but who could blame him? The walls were thin and everything could be heard, so most nights, Murphy would barely get any sleep.

It’s been like this for days now; reaching y/n’s last day of his vacation.

He’s had the worst week, he expected things to go well and to be able to spend time with his father but of course the two could only argue with each other and will soon leave. He didn’t have the time to bond with him so he was back to square one, waiting for his father to return home either dead or alive.

As he folds up his clothes and packs them away he can’t help but sigh, he leaves tomorrow morning which means that he won’t be seeing javi until later tonight.

He wasn’t really in the mood to talk to anyone. He just wanted to go back to Texas and enjoy his grandfathers stories; listening to his voice as he told him stories about his childhood and how much of a trouble maker his father was at his age.

Y/n stops packing as he continues to think. He just noticed that he doesn’t even know that much about Javier. His own father raised him and taught him important things at a young age but once he was sent off to Colombia, he never really saw him again. Spending the rest of his childhood with his grandfather instead.

Why should Javier even care about him? They’ve done nothing but fight all week, it’s not his fault that he came from a cheap whore that his father decides to fuck, only to get a son to raise later on once his mother died from a late night accident.

He was stuck with Javier for the rest of his life but he was happy that he had a father figure for a short period of time until he decide to pick work over family. That’s just who he was; he never cared.

Y/n bites his lip and finished his packing, zipping up his bags and tossing them inside his closet, prepared for him tomorrow.

He makes his way towards the kitchen to get some food. He was starving and wasn’t in the mood to go out and get food, so he finds whatever he can that’s in the fridge; heats it up and sits on the dinning table all alone.

Before he could eat he hears the sound of the front door unlocking, causing him to stand in alert and pull out his pocket knife. He watches the door being pushed open as Mitch steps inside.

“Mitch? What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be at the embassy with my dad?” He asks and puts away his pocket knife to help Mitch inside. He chuckles a little and closes the door behind him, “told him that I would be getting ‘us’ food so I took the advantage to come see you.” He leans down to kiss him softly and smile.

Y/n smiles between the kiss and sighs. “You know he’s going to find out and when he does he’s going to kill you.” He shoves him back and heads back to the dining table to start eating his food.

Mitch follows behind and sits across from him. “So, I’m guessing that you’re all ready to head back home.” He raises a brow at him. The question catches y/n off guard as he pokes his food around and sighs out. “Yeah.”

“Does Javi know?”

“That I’m leaving?”

Mitch nods.

“I doubt it.” Y/n responds back and pushes his plate away, losing his appetite pretty quickly. “He’s busy at work that he probably forgot that I was here—but that’s okay, I’m heading back home tomorrow so I’ll be back in my room, alone...with grandpa...” he sighs out without realizing it.

Mitch could hear the sad tone in his voice, he’s been dating y/n for awhile now to know how upset he really is. He knows that he doesn’t want to go home yet and would rather stay here with his own father and bond with him. Make up the time that they missed together.

He reaches out to take y/n’s hand into his. “Talk to him.”

“What?”

“You obviously need to talk to him.”

Y/n frowns and pulls his hand away, picking up his untouched food and heading to the kitchen. Mitch sighs and follows him. “Y/n you have to talk to him.”

“Even if I talk to him he won’t listen to me, we’ve been arguing all week and I don’t want to end the last day with my own father saying that he ‘doesn’t need me anymore’ and that I should just ‘go back home to Texas’.” He exclaims, throwing away the food and washing the plates.

Mitch leans over to turn off the running water, getting y/n’s attention once again. “Then I’ll make him listen, y/n it’s your last day here and if he doesn’t know how you really feel than maybe he won’t be a real father to you.” He knows that it sounds harsh but he’s telling the truth. “I know you care about him, that you actually see him as a father figure but if you two don’t talk properly—without fights, than maybe he can show you who he really is, deep down he could be a good guy.”

Y/n scoffs and looks away. “What makes you think he’s a good guy? He’s done nothing good.” He mumbled out.

“Nothing good? Y/n that guy raised you and gave you a home. A family! He didn’t take you in because he felt pity towards you, no. He took you in because you are his son, his blood.” Mitch began to explain. “He was their when you first crawled, walked, talked. The first time you went to school, the first time he taught you how to ride a bike, the time he actually taught you how to shoot a gun.” He continues on. “He was their when you graduate school, he watched you grow up—“

“Yeah and then he left, never coming back. When I needed him the most he wasn’t there.” Y/n cuts in, Shoving past him as he heads towards his room, slamming the door shut as Mitch is left standing in the kitchen. He rubs his eyes and sighs before leaving the apartment and heading back to the embassy.

“—you done with that?” Asked steve as he watched Javier type away in his type writer, a cigarette in mouth as he grumbled back in response. “Don’t rush me.” He finally says as he finishes typing and pulls out the paper, putting it between some files and arranging the stack.

The two agents were working late, typing up each report and not having much information about Escobar since that bastard decided to go into hiding for a short while.

As Javier puts out his cigar he leans over to grab his cup of coffee.

Hearing the doors slam open the two agents look up to see Mitch entering the room. “Took you long enough, rapp.” Said Steve as he grins at him.

Mitch ignores steve and turns to Javier, glaring at him as he approached the older agent. He slams his hand down on his desk, getting into his personal space as he says. “Do you know what day it is?”

Javier raises a brow, clearly not afraid of this kid. “Yes.” He answers back.

“Yeah? Because it doesn’t look like you know to me.” Mitch hissed out as he leans forward. “Today is y/n’s last day here, your son, and my boyfriends last day here.”

Javier glared at the word ‘boyfriend’ still not approving their relationship.

“—he’s been nothing but upset since you two have been fighting nonstop for this whole week!” He slams his fist on the desk again but louder.

“Whoa easy—“ Steve tries to cut in.

“Do you even know how excited y/n was before he arrived?” Mitch questions as Javier grinds his teeth. “He was finally going to see his father again after not seeing him for months, he thought that you two would be catching up on each other’s lives, only to have all of those hopes of his come crashing down and now he’s upset. He blames himself for making you upset so now he has to return back home all alone. He’s been planning this for weeks, he always came to me wondering if his father still cared about him and do you want to know what I told him? I said that you were his father, the man who raised him and gave him a childhood.”

The room goes silent.

The tension was so heavy that not even Steve could try and do something to lighten up the mood.

Javiers glare lightens a little, staring at Mitch as he takes in everything. He can’t believe that y/n was planning this trip for weeks only to come and go with nothing but failure and he made him feel this way, he made his own son feel upset. He only wanted to protect him, keep him away from Colombia since he was afraid of losing him. Afraid that one night he’ll never return from shopping, only to find out that escobars men took him away to either kill him or torture him in ways that he doesn’t want to ever know.

As Mitch moves away from the desk he hears Javier take on a deep breath as he eyes Mitch. “Where is he?”

“Still at the apartment.”

Javier nods and stands up, grabbing his jacket and gun. “Finish those reports for me, rapp.” He orders as Mitch gives him a small grin. “Yes, sir.” He watches Javier leave. Heading back home to confront y/n.

Once Javier makes it back home he noticed the lights to his apartment window are turned off meaning that y/n was either sleeping or had gone out. He hopes that y/n was still inside and not roaming around the dangerous streets.

He rushes up the stairs, skipping steps to get to his apartment faster.

Upon reaching the door he takes out his keys to unlock door. He could hear faint music inside as he prys the door open only to be stopped by the chain that was locked above the door causing him to groan deeply.

Javier looks inside between the large gap to see y/n lying on the floor with a vinyl record playing some Colombian music.

“Y/n.” He calls out getting the others attention as the teenagers body turns to face the door, he was obviously crying since his eyes were red and he had a wine bottle right next to him. Y/n was underaged but this wasn’t America so he didn’t care about anything right now.

“What do you want?” He croaks out as he turns back to face the record player that played his music.

“I just want to talk.” Said Javier as he leaves the door open, sitting down against the door as he looks through the gap to see a clear view of y/n lying on the floor with a depressing aura around him.

“Bullshit.” He grumbled out as he reaches out to raise the volume higher, ignoring javiers protests as he concentrates on the music.

Javier curses under his breath as he stands up and closes the door, thinking of an idea as he smirks. He makes his way upstairs to Steve’s apartment door, knocking softly as he waits for Connie to answer.

It doesn’t take long for Connie to answe the door. “Javi? What are you doing here, should’t you be at the embassy with Steve?”

“Yeah I had some things to do here—I was wondering if I could borrow your porch.”

Connie raises a brow. “My porch?”

Javier nods.

Connie narrows her eyes at him before giving in and allowing him inside. “Don’t wake up the baby.” She warns which causes Javier to shiver in fear. “I’ll try.” He says back nervously as he heads towards the balcony, sliding the door open as he steps outside.

He looks below him to see his own porch as he smirks and climbs over, he makes sure that he’s quiet as he lands on his own balcony and checks to see if the door is unlocked. Finding out that it is he slides it open and steps inside.

“Stop being depressed like me.” He says.

Frightening y/n as the teenager squeaks In surprise, causing him to knock Over the record as the music suddenly stops.

Javier was standing over y/n as the teenager stayed lying on the floor, glaring up at his one and only parent. “Go away.”

“I’ve been gone for months, I’m not leaving this time.”

Y/n swallows back his sarcasm as he eyes Javier, looking into his eyes as he reads him. His own eyes soften as Javier bends down and nudges his arm, “scoot over.” He hears him say as y/n moves his arm onto his chest.

Javier groans as he lies down on his back, next to y/n as the two stare at the ceiling.

It’s silent for a few minutes until Javier decides to break the silence. “You know I missed you right?”

“That’s a little hard to believe, knowing that you’ve been gone for months and haven’t come back.” The teenager whispers out as he twiddles with his thumbs.

“Yeah? You know what was hard for me to believe?”

“What?”

“That you had a boyfriend for almost a year and I had to meet him by pointing a guy to his head, only to find out that maybe he’s not so bad.”

Y/n turns to glance at him and chuckles softly. “Yeah that sounds hard to believe.” This earns him a small laugh from javi.

The two go quiet again.

“I don’t want you to think that I don’t care about you—“ said Javier. “Hell kid I love you so much that I raised you on my own, your mother passed away at a young age and I was left alone to take care of you.”

“That’s not true, grandpa was there to help.”

“Okay what is this? Favoritism?” Javier sits up to glare down at his own kid, he sounded offended that his own kid would like his grandfather more than his father.

Y/n laughs with a small smile and shakes his head. “I’m just saying that grandpa had more expierence with children, meaning that he helped you with raising me, so half of the credit goes to grandpa.”

Javier groans with a roll of his eyes before lying back down. “Anyways, like I was saying—“ he adjusts his position and sighs. “Mitch told me everything, how you were excited to come to Colombia.”

“He wasn’t lying.” Y/n licks his lips and glanced over at the wine bottle. “Mitch knows me to well, I mean he works for the CIA so he’s very observant when it comes towards small things.”

“Yeah Tell me about it, because of him we were able to catch some of Escobars men.” Y/n gives him a faint smile. “So, you saying that you like Mitch?”

Javier goes silent before answering. “Maybe.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“I said maybe.”

Y/n laughs and shakes his head.

Javier laughs with him.

The two have missed this, being father and son. Being able to laugh together and joke around.

Y/n has missed his fathers confort, he remembers being younger and crawling into his fathers bed after a nightmare. Wanting to feel safe and at peace, he remembers the first time he cooked a perfect meal for the two, making him the cook in the small family that they were. He had so many happy memories, why has that suddenly changed?

“Hey dad?”

“Si, hijo?”

Y/n bites his lip. “When you come back home I want you back in once piece and when you return I’ll make you your favorite dish and make sure that grandpa doesn’t eat it all.”

This catches Javi off guard, he expected the other to pour out his own feelings but he knows that y/n isn’t the kind of person to talk about his feelings. He only allows that around certain people that he trusted.

Javier slowly smiles and nods. “Te lo prometo.” He says, promising to come back home.

“Gate A45 will be boarding people now—“

Y/n was standing by his gate, holding his bags as he faces his father, Steve, and Mitch.

“Take care of yourself.” Javier whispers as he pulls him into a hug. Y/n smiles and holds him tight before pulling away.

Steve smiled at the younger Pena. “Take care of yourself, kid.” Y/n smiles back. “You should be taking care of my dad, make sure he doesn’t knock up anyone else while I’m gone.”

“Ey—“

This earns a laugh from Steve. “I can’t keep any promises.”

“Eh, worth a try.” Y/n shrugs as he shakes Steve’s hand.

Once he’s done saying goodbye to the adults he turns to face Mitch. Smiling he approached his boyfriend and hugs him, burying his face into his neck as Mitch sighs against him. “Have a safe flight back and make sure you call me once you land.” He whispers.

Y/n nods and pulls away. “I will and please take care of my dad and make sure that he doesn’t try to kill himself while I’m back home. I don’t want to get a phone call from any of you guys telling me that he’s in the hospital for shooting hismelf.”

“That was one time!” He hears Javier say.

Y/n rolls his eyes. “I promise.” Mitch says as he leans down to kiss him deeply.

“Ey, Ey, enfrente de mi, no.”

Javier pulls y/n away from Mitch as he groans. “Dad.” He whines out.

“Not when I’m here.” He reminds him.

“So once he moves out you’ll be okay with us doing more than just kissing?” Said Mitch.

Javier points a finger at Mitch, giving him a warning. “Listen kid I’ve been patient with you for only a few hours but now you are getting on my nerves.”

Mitch smirks at Javier as y/n sighs. “Please don’t kill each other.”

“I’ll make sure they don’t.” Said Steve.

“Thanks Steve.”

“Last minute call for our flight to Houston, Texas—“

“I should really get going.” Y/n grips his bag close and steps back, waving goodbye to the three as he heads towards his gate. Showing his passport and ticket before giving his small family one last wave.

Javier waves back with a small smile, sighing as watches them close the door.

“Wow, I’ve never seen you this depressed.” Javier hears Steve say, patting him on the shoulder. “Hey once your kid is an adult you’ll know what I’m feeling.” He shot back. Steve shrugs and chuckles, “come on you two it’s time to head back. Y/n left me in charge in making sure that you two don’t kill each other.”

“Hear that grandpa? Your stuck with me for the next couple of days.” Said Mitch as he winks at him and walks further ahead.

Steve and Javier froze in spot as Steve narrows his eyes at Mitch. “Can I kill him?” Javier asks.

“Give him a 10 second head start, then I’ll allow you to kill him.”

Javier grins at his partner and looks up ahead to see Mitch walking further away from them before his ten seconds were up.

#javier pena x son reader #javier x male reader #javier pena #mitch rapp x male reader #mitch rapp #dylan o brien x male reader #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal #dylan o brien

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ask-marcus-cally-and-ari · 3 years

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Only Human

Chapter 13: Help and Who Gives It

The ragtag group had hidden in the next city over, taking a well-deserved rest. They rested so much that it took repeated knocks on the van door to wake them up. Marcus groaned and got up groggily. “G-Go away, Cally, I’m tryna sleep...”

“Wha...?” Cally mumbled, sitting up. “I was asleep.”

Marcus jerked his head up and looked around. “Wha - If that’s not you, then who’s knocking?”

“I... I dunno. Get your handgun ready,” Cally said, slowly walking up to the door to look and see who was there.

On the other side was a RED Sniper, dressed in strange, camo-like attire. Cally closed her eyes, looking through the information she’d seen from HECU’s database. P_ss Cakehole was the Freak who matched this one's description, and he was a very, very hostile Freak.

“Marcus, wake up Spyper. We may need him.”

“Who’s at the door?”

“P*ss Cakehole. A very hostile Freak.”

“Wha - Why is he bothering us!?”

“I don’t know. Heck, I don’t even know why he isn’t shoving a saw through the van door.”

“WHAT!?”

“Yeah... please get Spyper.”

Marcus proceeded to run to the front of the van to get the hybrid Freaks’ attention. “Spyper! Spyper, wake up! P_ss Cakehole is LITERALLY knocking on the front door!”

“Nghhh... Wake me up when the pancakes are ready, Mommy,” Spyper mumbled drowsily.

“SPYPER!” Marcus screamed, shaking the Freak by his shoulders.

“EJFGHFEFHREWKEDFMV! WHAT’S GOING ON?!”

“P_SS CAKEHOLE IS AT THE FRONT DOOR!”

Spyper jumped in shock. “WHAT?!”

“FRONT DOOR! NOW!”

Spyper nodded and teleported behind P*ss, and Cally was treated to a view of two Freaks having a knock-down, drag-out fight.

“This is not what I wanted to wake up to at 8 in the morning,” Marcus complained, watching the two Freaks go at it outside.

It didn’t take long for P*ss to start wrestling Spyper. “I didn’t come here to hurt the little twerps, let me go!”

“Then what are you here for!?”

“I’m here because I wanna help!”

“...The hell are you talking about?”

“Let me in and I’ll tell you.”

Spyper let Cakehole go and got to his feet, glaring at the Freak. “If this is some kind of trick…”

“No trick, I swear.”

Spyper walked around Cakehole and opened the van door, still glaring at him. “I’m holding you to that.”

Marcus pointed a gun out the door, right at Cakehole’s head. “Hey. Sorry about this, but you can never be too careful.”

“Now what do you want? You never show up ‘just to help.’”

“Can we tie him up first?” Marcus asked. “I’d feel way more comfortable.”

Spyper tilted his head towards Cakehole with a shrug. “Sorry, we gotta.”

Five minutes later, P_ss was tied to a chair with a sh_t-eating grin on his face and the business end of Marcus’s gun rested against his head, Marcus himself behind the Sniper.

“Alright, spill it.”

“Well, the main thing is, I’m bored, and you guys are being hunted. It looks like fun.”

“...That’s it?”

“That’s it. I get to entertain myself, you get help.”

“...No tricks?”

“No tricks.”

Spyper squinted. “Why do I not trust you?”

“Because we don’t get along. But you need me.”

“For what?”

Marcus glared. "Yeah. We've been doing just fine by ourselves."

“Boy, you got your a$$ whooped yesterday,” Cally frowned.

"And I'm still alive."

“Barely.”

“You got into a fight with ol’ Brutal, eh?” P_ss remarked, looking back at Marcus.

"Yeah. And isn't he your homie? How do I know he didn't send you here to give us that work?"

“Because I hate ‘em. Brutal and me ain’t friends by a long shot.”

"What happened?"

“He went after you. And I don’t get near kids when it comes to my carving collection, so I certainly don’t want anyone else doing anything similar. That’s the other reason I’m here.”

"So this is a case of evil having standards?"

P_ss shrugged. “I guess so.”

Marcus crossed his arms. "Give me one good reason not to throw you out on your *ss."

“Because I see stone in your eyes. And in her eyes,” P_ss said, tilting his head to Cally. “And I wanna hurt the guy who put it there.”

Marcus locked eyes with P*ss. "Can you?"

P_ss met Marcus’ steely gaze. “I’m P_ss f_cking Cakehole. Of course I can.”

Marcus turned to Cally, who turned to Spyper.

“He can,” Spyper nodded. “I’ve seen him put Brutal on his a$$ several times.”

"In that case, welcome to the… whatever the f*ck we're gonna call ourselves. We'll introduce you to Ari when he wakes up. Hurt or intimidate them and you die."

“I wouldn’t dream of it, kid.”

~~~

As hours passed, Marcus began to grow tired of being on the road for so long. Or rather, sky.

“How much longer until HECU? I thought you said it wasn’t far! And Ari really needs some medical attention!”

“I know! I’m going as fast as I can without being noticed by other Freaks!”

Ari was talking to P*ss. “So how old are you?”

“44,” P*ss shrugged. “It’s hard to keep up sometimes when you don’t even have a calendar.”

Marcus huffed. “You look the part,” he said, cleaning his gun. “How long you been a Freak? And how’d it happen?”

“Honestly, I can’t even remember. Just that I’ve been one for awhile.”

“So,” Ari said, “how come you and Mr. Brutal are enemies? Is it just because he wants to hurt us?”

“Eh, me and him have never really gotten along all that well.”

“I thought Snipers got along. Respect for the job or something.”

“Nah. He barely counts as a Sniper with how up close he likes to fight.”

Marcus shrugged. “He and I agree there. Always satisfying to deck an *sshole who’s been all up in your grill.”

Cally glanced out of the van’s back window and noticed a clearing coming up on the road, a chapel standing at the end of the path. “Wait, where are we?”

“Pit stop. This is where one of our friends live,” Spyper said, hopping out of the front seat. “If you need to use the bathroom or grab something to eat, do it now.”

“Hey, this is Christian Pure Spy’s chapel,” Cally frowned.

Ari whimpered. “I-Isn’t he dating Mr. Brutal?” he asked, hugging Marcus’s arm.

“He is, but he’s never home at this time of day,” Intelligent assured, stepping out of the van. “The place should be empty.”

Marcus nodded. “I’ll keep my gun ready. Just in case.”

The trio of Freaks and the trio of teens stepped out of the van and headed inside the chapel, which did appear to be completely vacant. The lights were switched off and the church was eerily silent.

“Alright, this place is clear. Get everything you need to do out of the way and let’s get going.”

Marcus nodded, heading to find some medical supplies and ammo. Entering the kitchen, Marcus rummaged around the cabinets and drawers in search of whatever he could scrounge together. Bandages, antibiotics, painkillers, anything he could use to stave off the pain and potential infection of Ari’s wound.

A search he immediately forgot upon hearing something shift behind him. Swiftly spinning around, Marcus had his gun drawn in seconds. However, he lacked a target. All that was behind him was a thin veil of sparkling blue smoke hanging in the air.

"I swear I saw..." Marcus lowered his gun ever so slightly and looked back and forth in search of whatever had made the noise. What he found instead was a trail of more sparkling smoke leading out of the kitchen and back into the nave of the chapel.

"F*CK THAT!" Marcus cried, running for the nearest window.

“Hey, HEY! The hell are you doing!?” A voice cried out, and the sparkling smoke suddenly reached out and grabbed Marcus, pulling him back to the floor mid-leap.

Marcus wasted no time, grabbing his gun. "BREAK YOSELF, FOOL! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME RIGHT NOW-"

“HEY! Calm down!” The keeper of the voice yelped, and Marcus was both dumbfounded and terrified to find himself staring at what looked like a 14th century court jester, complete with the jingling hat and the frills about the neck, wrists, and ankles.

"AW, HELL NAH, THIS SOME PENNYWISE SH_T!" Marcus screamed, promptly decking the jester in the face, which made a bizarre squeaking noise on impact before the clown hit the floor.

“OW! You know, even though that doesn’t injure me, that still hurts!”

"Good! Get on the ground now!"

“What the hell is going on in here!?” Spyper shouted, running into the kitchen with his kukri drawn. “Where’s the danger!?”

Marcus glared at the figure. "Here. Who's this bozo?"

“What the-” Spyper let out a sigh of relief and lowered his knife. “Oh, that’s just Count Jester. They’re a friend.”

"...they are?"

Jester nodded in response and leapt to their feet. “That I am!”

“They are,” Spyper confirmed, holstering his kukri. “Sorry if they scared you. I know not everyone is comfortable with clowns.”

“Jesters,” Jester clarified.

"...explain, please."

“How I’m friends with them?” Spyper asked.

“Yeah. And just… this.”

“Eh?” Jester tilted their head.

“This. All this.”

Jester looked down at themself and shrugged. “Blame the Jar for that.”

“Jar?”

Jester reached under their hat and produced a golden idol with a ruby heart set into it. “Long story short: I used to be a normal human, I got sealed inside this thing, and it's magic turned me into this.”

“Uh...” Marcus stepped back.

“That is a severely abridged version of events. We’d be here all day unpacking what went down,” Spyper clarified.

“And we can’t risk that.”

“No. Anyways, Count Jester here is completely harmless and wouldn’t hurt you even if they wanted to. They lack any and all offensive capabilities.”

“You can also blame the Jar for that,” Jester added.

Marcus slowly put the gun back. “Okay then...”

“I know, it sounds really weird, but being weird is my entire existence now.”

“What’s going on!? Who’s in danger!?” Cally shouted, running into the kitchen with a bat, Ari following close behind.

“Ah, it’s alright! Mostly,” Marcus shouted back, raising a hand to his friends. “It was just a clown.” Then he turned to Jester. "Sorry for almost blowing your head off."

“Eh, it’s alright. I can just reattach my limbs at will.”

“...Anyways,” Spyper cleared his throat. “Jester, this is Marcus, Cally, and Ari. You’ve probably seen Marcus before since a lot of people recorded his and Brutals brawl a few days ago.”

"MOTHERFU-"

“Easy, Marcus,” Ari said, patting him on the back.

"Sorry. Just on edge."

“Wait, that was you Brutal was fighting?” Jester quizzed.

"Yeah. And I got my _ss handed to me."

“It’s actually why we’re currently on the run. Ari got hurt in the fight,” Spyper explained, motioning to the layers of bandages wrapped around Ari’s torso.

Ari frowned. "It's not that bad, really."

“We ran out of bandages in the van,” Spyper deadpanned.

"But I'm alive and I can walk…?"

“And you’re still hurt!” Jester cried. “Poor thing, that’s a really nasty injury. You’d need a full team of doctors to get this thing treated properly.”

"And even then, Brutal doesn't seem to take good care of his weapons. A bad enough infection from the rust could kill her in half the time a surgery could take," Cally added.

“Well, it��s a good thing I’m here, then!” Jester grinned. “I’ve got an infirmary with the best team of doctors on the planet. Come on, I’ll take you there!”

Marcus frowned. "Where is this place?"

“It’s Jesterland! A pocket dimension I created!”

“Oh, HELL nah! A pocket dimension you completely created? You could subtract us from the human population and no one would find our bodies!”

“Now just calm down, I’ve been to Jesterland. It’s physically impossible to get hurt in there,” Spyper assured.

“...you’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. The entire dimension is basically one giant amusement park and petting zoo.”

Marcus sighed. “...listen here. I’m trusting you on this. I find anything fishy or they do anything to us and it’s a wrap. Got it?”

“Understood,” Spyper nodded. “Alright Jester, do your magic!”

Jester grinned and rubbed their hands together, sparkling smoke building up around their hands and arms. When the smoke had covered their arms completely, they tossed it over the Trio and the Freaks and snapped their fingers. In an instant, everyone was whisked away from the chapel and were sent tumbling through a tunnel of light that descended downwards at a breakneck pace.

“MOTHERF*****CKEEEEEER!”

“It’s ok, this happens all the time!” Spyper shouted. “We’re just in between dimensions right now!”

“We’ll be in Jesterland in no time!” Jester called.

“YOU GUYS ARE FREAKS, NOT HUMAN! I’M NOT BUILT FOR FALLING!”

Cally sighed. “This is gonna suck.”

As they reached the end of the tunnel, a portal opened up beneath them and everyone soon found themselves falling from the skies of a giant amusement park that was enveloped in a brilliant glow.

“Wow,” Ari beamed, so wrapped up in the sights that he didn’t even notice the bandages flying off their torso.

Approaching the ground, Marcus frantically covered his face and braced himself for impact - which never came as a cloud of blue smoke enveloped him right before he hit the ground, and the smoke gently sat him down, completely unscathed.

“Wh-” Marcus blinked rapidly and looked around, watching the rest of the Freaks and his friends being gently set onto the ground before Jester finally joined them, landing square on their feet. “How did you...”

“Magic,” Jester grinned, blue sparkles flashing from their hands.

“I... you know what? As long as you can help Ari I’m not gonna say sh*t.”

“Great! Then let’s get going!” Jester shuffled past Marcus and headed towards a giant gateway. Clapping their hands thrice in succession, the gates creaked open and revealed the amusement park inside, which was even more brilliant and glowing than before. “Welcome to Jesterland! The greatest show not on Earth!”

“Please don’t remind me of that. I’m compromising enough as it is.”

“Someone’s paranoid,” P*ss sing-songed. At which point he was quickly smacked by Spyper. “Ow! What was that for?!”

“Stop needling him.”

Heading into Jesterland proper, the Trio were met with an array of sights and sounds. Music seemed to play around every corner and the air was filled with the delicious scent of freshly baked cakes and pies.

Marcus had his hands in his pockets, a guarded look in his eyes as he surveyed the area.

“If you guys are hungry, help yourselves to whatever you like!” Jester said, gesturing to the many food stalls around them. “There’s plenty to go around!”

Cally beamed. “This is so cool! Where are the brownies?”

“The brownie and cookie stall is just to the left,” Jester said, pointing further down the street.

“Thanks!” Cally ran off as a group of doctors gathered around Ari, leading him away.

~~~

With Ari being treated, Marcus scouted out everything surrounding the Infirmary, still wary about Jester and their dimension. Jesterland looked bright and friendly, but the amusement park still gave Marcus a sense of unease even when it shouldn’t have. Even the bizarrely adorable creatures that called Jesterland home - the Funna - seemed dangerous to Marcus, even as one of them was purring and rubbing against his leg and another was asking for belly rubs.

He touched the creature apprehensively, then pulled away like it would poison him if he touched it. But the critter simply squeaked, waving it’s nubby paws in the air playfully as it began to purr as well. Marcus tentatively reached down again, gently scratching the creature's belly.

“...this is too good to be true. It has to be.”

“Hello again!” Jester called, floating up to Marcus with another creature in their arms. “I see you found some of my Funna.”

“...what now?”

“Funna,” Jester clarified, pointing to the creatures around Marcus. “My Funna. They’re all my creations.”

“The f*ck.”

“Hey, you’re in Jesterland. This place is weird and whimsical by nature.”

Marcus nodded apprehensively.

“Do you want to see the rest of Jesterland?”

“...maybe.”

Jester sighed and set down the Funna in their arms. “Do you wanna talk? I know you guys haven’t had the best experiences with Freaks.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the understatement of the year goes to...” Marcus sharpened his knife. “You know, just two weeks ago I was the star athlete in my school. Captain of the football team, baseball team, and basketball team, and I had the highest swimming stats to boot. Now I’m practically a fugitive.”

“Yeah, I was talking to Spyper about that. I’m really sorry you and your friends had to go through all that.”

“Heh… It sucked, I’ll tell you that.”

“Sorry…” Jester wrung their hands together, then turned their gaze to the sky as a gale force wind suddenly slammed down over the streets. Looking up, Marcus’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground as an impossibly colossal amber dragon swooped overhead, riding on a pair of wings adorned in golden feathers.

“What’s that? WHAT’S THAT?!” Marcus screamed, frantically reaching for his weapon.

“Wait, WAIT! Calm down, that’s just Ray! I can assure you that she’s not gonna hurt you!”

“THAT DRAGON HAS TO BE AT LEAST FIFTY TIMES MY SIZE-”

“Actually she’s more like, 200 times your size-” Jester paused, then remembered their situation when Marcus’s hand went instinctively for his weapon. “But that isn’t important because she’s friendly! That’s High Empress Ray. Mother of Quetzcoo’s and Crown Jewel of Jesterland. She wouldn’t dream of hurting you or anyone else.”

“You don’t reach such a position of power as Empress by not being able to clap anyone you want,” Marcus hissed, glaring at Jester.

Jester remained silent for a moment, their eyes darting around. “I mean…”

“So yeah, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna get Cally and Ari and get the f_ck outta this place before Big_ss Dragon up there decides I should have an immediate board meeting with my ancestors,” Marcus said, getting up.

“Wait, hang on! Ray is empress of this place because she’s second-in-command. And because she’s the only one here who can actually fight. But I assure you, she’s not gonna hurt you. She’s like a giant mom for everyone here.”

“On your mama?”

“...I don’t know if you’re being rhetorical or not because she’s literally modelled after my mom.”

“Oh. Uh... in my neighborhood, if you put something on your mama it’s one of the highest forms of promise or assurance you can give. You essentially promise that what you’re saying is true or something bad can happen to her, and you love her enough to not lie.”

“Oh. Well, then yeah, I swear on my mama. Quite literally.”

Marcus nodded. “...alright. I’m trusting you.”

Jester smiled and whistled up to Ray as she landed nearby. “Hey, Ray! Come say hello!”

Marcus paled and clenched his fists instinctively when the colossal amber dragon turned her attention to him and Jester and craned her massive head down to their level. She was so impossibly large that Marcus was barely the size of a single feather on her head.

Marcus, being the sensible and somewhat paranoid person the previous couple weeks had turned him into, made the logical decision to deal with this turn of events. “Nope. F*ck this. I’m out.”

“Wait. I’m not going to hurt you,” a gentle voice called out, one that was startlingly calm and quiet for such a large creature.

“Wh-”

“I’m Ray. You must be Marcus.”

“Yes...?”

“Sorry for startling you. Sometimes I forget about my own size.”

Marcus took a breath. “I probably woulda been startled anyway. You know, because fugitive.”

“What a shame,” Ray churred. “A pity. You and your friends having to run from something that was forced upon you.”

Marcus nodded. “Yeah. And now we have to go stop what seems like a good idea at the start. Well, we don’t have to, but we’re gonna do it anyway because they asked for it by attacking us.”

“What!? That’s terrible!”

“Yep. Because for some reason we’re the only ones who can stop the plan we would barely have noticed or pawned off to people who didn’t have the right qualifications if we’d just been left to our own devices. Cally was gonna go to the cops with what she knew initially.”

“What you are facing is serious. I take it that your friends have been heading to HECU for help,” Ray said, tilting her head to Intelligent and Spyper. “HECU was built to handle unnatural threats, after all.”

“Yeah. And every time we stopped at a town, our pals were there to greet us. Though I learned that I can feel people’s presence when they’re not even touching me because my sense of touch is just that good, so there’s that.”

“That’s why it’s taking us forever to actually get there,” Spyper added, setting down a drink he’d picked up from one of the food stalls. “Brutal and his little posse keep chasing us around and I can barely keep the van on course because of it.”

“You’d think he’d bring more heavy hitters,” Marcus said. “Hasn’t he got some friends in high- well, high in the evil motherf*cker world- places?”

Jester huffed. “I still can’t believe Brutal is going after you. You guys are kids!”

“Yeah. I mean, I tricked him into getting close enough with his guard down that I could put two in him, but still! I was scared, the f*ck did he want me to do?!”

“Why is he even going after you? He’d never go after kids like this before now.”

“He wants the plan to work. And it was a good premise; every kid’s dream. But we’re apparently too big of a risk.”

“What even is this plan? And why is Brutal in on it?”

“Wait, Jester? You haven’t heard about any of this?” Spyper looked surprised as he turned to Jester. “It’s pretty much all we’ve been able to focus on for the past few days.”

Intelligent nodded. “It’s been the gossip of the Freak community. I didn’t believe it until Spyper and I met those three off an edge. Cally had a nasty bump on her head.”

“Unless you’ve had your head stuck in the parties around here, there’s no way you haven’t heard of it,” Spyper nodded.

“Well...No, I haven’t. I mean, Polite told me a few days ago that Brutal was going after a few people, and I was hoping he wasn’t going after you kids, but that’s about it.”

Intelligent tilted his head. “You need to come to the bar more. We gather there to talk about the times and it’s a ceasefire.”

“You guys know I don’t like gossiping,” Jester groused. “Anyways, I had no idea Brutal was in on any kind of plan. What even is the ‘plan?’”

Intelligent opened his mouth to reply, then froze. “Wait. Where’s Marcus?”

“He left while you were talking,” Ray said.

“When has he ever been quiet enough to sneak off?!”

“Marcus! MARCUS!” Spyper shouted, scanning the immediate area for any sign of the teenager. “He was just in front of us, how did he disappear so quickly!?”

Marcus, for his part, had made record time across Jesterland to find Cally, who was in line for a ride. “Cal! You okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Just waiting to get on the Teacups,” She replied, motioning to the ride she was waiting to board. “You ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I... I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” She smiled, patting Marcus’ arm. “Hey, you can relax here for the time being. This place has got everything. We can loosen up a bit before we hit the road again.”

“Maybe it’s just me, but I can’t help but feel something off.”

“We’re in a giant amusement park made by a glorified clown,” Cally remarked. “It’s gonna feel a bit off just because of that. Especially since you’re afraid of clowns.”

“IT scared the sh*t outta me, thank you very much!”

“Like I said, scared of clowns,” Cally snickered.

“Girl who freaked out at Child’s Play says what?”

Cally proceeded to smack Marcus on the arm.

“Chill with that. Better sense of touch.”

“Right, sorry. Uh...So, have you heard from the Infirmary yet? Jester said they should be out in a few minutes.”

“No. You don’t think Ari was poisoned or didn’t make it, do you?”

“No, of course not. Believe me, I checked around his room before she was admitted. There’s nothing dangerous in there.”

Marcus nodded.

“Come on, we can go check on them just to make sure.”

#only human #Marcus #Cally #Ari #spyper #intelligent heavy #p. cakehole #count jester

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Two Ghosts Ch.29 | Brittana

Holy shit, one more chapter and this baby is complete. WILD!

Also available on ff.net (x) ao3 (x) & below the cut!

The last time Santana harbored a secret of this magnitude she’s was hiding so deep in the closet that she was basically in Narnia. The difference this time though is that when she thinks of this particular secret, she can’t help but feel giddy. Like a good giddy, a great giddy! This secret is going to change her life, it’s going to change Brittany’s life, and she really can’t contain the joy that it brings when she thinks of it.

She’s going to have to get it together though if she wants to pull this thing off, because although she has a bit of a track record when it comes to blurting things, she doesn’t want that to happen with this. She already jumped the gun when it came to asking Britt to be her girlfriend and asking her out on a date, she doesn’t want to do the same thing when it comes to proposing. It gets harder everyday though, because every little thing Brittany does has Santana itching to just drop down on one knee right then and there.

But she won’t do it.

She has spent some time thinking about this, from the flashy grand gestures to intimate moments with just the two of them, she has thought of it all and she thinks she has finally devised the perfect plan. So she can’t just blurt it out because Brittany decided to surprise her with breakfast in bed one Sunday morning or because Brittany said something really cute in her sleep or because Brittany coaxed her into an impromptu dance party when Santana was feeling grumpy about her favorite show being cancelled or because Brittany simply brought home flowers for her on the anniversary of her Abuelo’s passing.

Santana has to find some type of self-control because what she has planned is going to be perfect and Brittany deserves that.

Santana is in the middle of getting dinner ready – which just means checking that the oven is still preheating– when her phone buzzes. It’s Brittany telling her that she’s on her way back to the apartment now and Santana smiles at the kiss emoji she ends the text with. She knows Brittany has been having a rough week with balancing dance classes and finalizing the Cheerios’ Nationals routine, it’s like the girl doesn’t have an off switch because even when they don’t have Cheerios’ practice, she’s putting work in at the dance studio.

Brittany’s never been one to complain though, she just puts her head down and does what she has to do. Santana figured she’d do something nice and come over while Brittany’s still in class and cook up all of her favorites to see if that might help cheer her up a little.

When Brittany breezes through the door 15 minutes later, Santana is still in the kitchen finishing off the salad she decided to make at the last minute. Brittany’s strong arms wrap around her waist and then she settles her chin on Santana’s shoulder. Santana grins at how Brittany instantly relaxes against her.

“Hi,” Brittany greets then tilts her head just a little so that her lips brush against Santana’s cheek for a lazy kiss.

“Hey B,” Santana replies and twists around in Brittany’s arms to face her. There’s blonde hair falling from Brittany’s loose bun and she smells like sweat and lavender laundry detergent. She looks so tired and Santana smooths out the little crinkle in her brow as she asks, “How was class?”

“Very, very intense,” Brittany sighs and drops her forehead on Santana’s shoulder. Santana takes the brunt of her weight and starts to rub up and down her back, “It was a good intense though, I think we might be able to incorporate some of what I’ve learned in the routine for Nationals.”

“That’s awesome,” Santana grins while Brittany lifts her head again.

“Yeah, I’m thinking of maybe using Alex? She’s the best tumbler and this stunt I’m thinking of needs someone with her skill level,” Brittany explains and Santana can tell she’s about to start thinking out loud, “I could put her in after the basket toss? No wait, I can put her in before and it can lead to the basket toss? But the transition… I could use Kelly? She’s the next best tumbler? What do you think?”

“I think whatever you decide is going to look great, but maybe let’s give that genius brain of yours a rest?” Santana suggests once she sees the deepening crease between Brittany’s brows return. She goes to smooth over it again, “At least just for tonight, okay? Don’t want you to burn yourself out.”

Brittany softens at that but her smile falters. She pulls away from Santana goes to pour herself a glass of water, keeping her back to Santana as she says, “This is nothing compared to how I was at MIT. I was on 24/7.”

“Yeah, you’ve told me and how did that work out for you?” Santana challenges with her brow quirked. She can see Brittany’s shoulders droop a little before she turns to lean against the sink.

“I don’t know,” Brittany says sarcastically, “It got the job done, didn’t it?”

Santana’s surprised to hear that tone, but she doesn’t take it personally. Instead she calls out Brittany’s name warningly, “Britt. You don’t have to do that again, I know how hard it was on you. I don’t want to see you put yourself through that.”

“This routine has to be perfect, San,” Brittany tries to tell her with determination in her eyes, “We have to win, we have to do this for Sue. It was like…her dying request and she specifically asked me, asked us. I don’t want to let her down and I don’t know what happens if we fail, maybe 100 years of bad luck?”

Santana can see Brittany slowly getting stuck in her head but she chuckles dryly, “I really don’t think it works that way.”

“Well, I don’t want to wait around to find out. Things just started to turn around for me, I think I’m finally getting somewhere and I don’t want to mess that up with losing Nationals. I feel like I’ve found what I’m meant to do and what I’m meant to do is get this team to Nationals and win,” Brittany pauses to catch her breath before saying, “You and Quinn and Sue and the whole squad are counting on me to choreograph this routine and if I have to work my ass off to get us there then so be it.”

Santana can clearly see now that Brittany’s wound up so tight she’s just about to explode from the stress and pressure. She had a hunch that it might be taking a turn with the extra hours Brittany was putting in at the studio, but she didn’t think it was like this. Santana feels a twinge of guilt for how long she let this go on for. Brittany was always the master of hiding her feelings, especially when it came down to things like this where she was so worried of letting people down.

“Britt, you’re no help to anyone if you push yourself too hard,” Santana says softly but Brittany just glances away. Santana sighs at that and moves to close the distance between them, “Listen, you’re a great choreographer and everyone is so grateful for the amount of work you do but, babe, you have got to give yourself a break too.”

Brittany bites her lip at Santana’s words.

“You’re clearly the one with the most experience, but Quinn and I have some experience too. After all, I did spend some time at UofL and I’m pretty sure Quinn came out the womb with pompoms in her hands,” Santana was pleased to see Brittany crack a small smile at the joke and took the moment to wrap her arms around her waist, “We can help you if you need us, all you have to do is ask.”

When Brittany doesn’t say anything, Santana squeezes at her hips and gives her sweet smile, “What do you say, hmm?��

Brittany rolls her eyes but she can’t fight the smile that begs to match Santana’s, “How can I argue when you’re pulling a face like that?”

“That’s what I thought. Now enough of that for tonight,” Santana then rolls up to press a quick kiss to Brittany’s lips before asking, “Are you hungry? I’ve got chicken nuggets in the oven and there’s mac and cheese on the stove. I also made a salad that’s in the fridge so we can still feel healthy. Oh! And also got that wine you like.”

“Those are all of my favorite things.”

“I know,” Santana winks.

“That’s perfect,” Brittany beams as she runs her hands down Santana’s arms, “Thank you, baby.”

“I figured I could do this since you’ve had such a busy week,” Santana replies casually, feeling a little bashfully beneath Brittany’s gaze, “You’ve been working so hard.”

“You’re the best,” Brittany tells her and dips down to kiss the tip of her nose, “Do I have time for a shower?”

Santana glances at the timer then back to Brittany, “Yeah, I just put them in so maybe like 20 minutes?”

“Sweet,” Brittany starts to smirk as her hands settle on Santana’s hips, “Do you have time for a shower?”

Santana giggles at that and doesn’t even have to say yes before she’s dragging Brittany to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind them.

An hour later, they’re sitting on the couch freshly showered and their bellies full. Brittany has her head on Santana’s lap while they watch some new reality show and Santana plays with the damp curls along Brittany’s neck. Neither of them have said anything for awhile now and if it weren’t for the occasional chuckles, Santana would’ve thought Brittany had fallen asleep.

It’s then that Santana glances at the time and remembers the pile of laundry that she had forgotten to put on before she left for Brittany’s. She hadn’t realized how late it was getting so she starts to shift out from under Brittany to start cleaning up their empty plates.

“Where you goin’?” Brittany pouts once Santana is free.

“I’m just going to clean this before I go,” Santana tells her as she gathers the plates.

“Go?” Brittany frowns and moves to crouch on her knees, following Santana with her eyes as she heads for the kitchen. She rests on the back of the couch and watches Santana take everything to the sink.

“Well yeah, I’ve got so much laundry to do. I completely forgot about it,” Santana sighs as she starts the water.

“Do you have to though?”

“I’m dangerously low on panties.”

“Since when is that a bad thing?”

Santana glances up to find Brittany smirking at her from the couch. She lets out a giggle as she shakes her head, “What’s the point in buying all these cute sets from Victoria Secret if I don’t wear them?”

“You have a point there,” Brittany nods with this far away look in her eye, no doubt drifting into the gutter.

Santana leaves her with those thoughts and continues to do the rest of the dishes. She’s so preoccupied with washing that she doesn’t catch what Brittany says a moment later. She looks up when Brittany stands from the couch and starts to walk over to her looking perkier than before.

“I didn’t hear what you said,” Santana says because she feels like she’s missed some joke or something but Brittany just smiles anyway.

“I said that you should just live here with me,” Brittany repeats through her grin, “You should move in.”

Santana’s brows rise at the request and surprisingly she’s a little taken off guard. Why? She has no idea, it seems like the next step to take anyway and it really would save time on having to go back and forth. Maybe it’s because she hasn’t lived with a significant other ever in her life and this is kind of big so naturally she’s going to freak out a little.

Brittany seems to notice and starts to chuckle as she turns the water off and reaches for a dish towel to pass to Santana. The brunette dries off her hands but remains silent, thinking about Brittany’s words.

“You practically live here already,” Brittany explains, “You’ve got my spare key and a drawer in my dresser full of your clothes and everything. You might as well have some closet space too and maybe one of the shelves in the bathroom? We can have dinner together every night and you won’t have to go home to do your laundry because I have a washing machine. We can go to sleep together and wake up together, it’s like a never ending sleepover! Doesn’t that sound awesome?”

Santana blinks and she doesn’t realize she’s smiling until Brittany’s poking lightly at her dimple.

“You gonna say something or are you just gonna keep standing there being all cute again?” Brittany teases with this lopsided grin.

“I think that moving in with you is a capital idea,” Santana finally says and her chest wells with pride. She planned on saying more, but Brittany had wrapped her up in a hug so fast that the rest of her words were knocked out of the way. Instead, she just laughs and hugs her back even tighter.

“We’re so grown up now,” Brittany jokes a moment later, “Living together and stuff.”

“And stuff,” Santana mocks lightly, “I honestly don’t know when it happened…growing up.”

Brittany just shrugs before kissing Santana’s cheek, “Neither, but I’m glad I’m doing it with you.”

Santana swoons on the spot and nearly drops down on one knee right then and there too.

They’re all at practice the following Monday when Brittany starts to introduce the new routine to the squad. She ran it pass Santana and Quinn the day before and they’ve both given her any feedback they had, but it wasn’t much because Brittany continuously comes up with amazing routines. Her background in dance and gymnastics combined with her years of cheerleading have created this awesome combination which makes her a fierce choreographer.

Santana’s so damn proud of her. To think that Brittany almost gave this part of her up for good when she was at MIT, it blows Santana’s mind. The sheer talent just oozes off of Brittany and the best part is that she’s such a great teacher as well. She’s the perfect amount of strict without being bitchy and the kids love her for that. They actually push themselves because they want to make her proud.

They want to make all of their coaches proud.

For the most part, they do. But there are some days when practice just drags on because the girls are just off of their game for some reason whether it be some outside distractions or drama. On those days, Santana gets to be very strict and she finds some joy in that.

Today though, it’s a little bit of both. Santana can tell there’s a rift going on with a couple girls which effects everyone else on the squad but there’s also some excitement around learning the new routine so it balances out a little.

Santana’s watching like a hawk though while the girls stretch and quickly spots some laziness.

“Excuse me, what is this?” Santana asks as she walks around one girl. She nudges at her foot, “Point your toe, I shouldn’t have to say this to you when we’re this far into the year.”

The girl cowers away and corrects her mistake while Santana moves on but she doesn’t get very far when she spots another error.

“Come on!” Santana groans and nudges the girl’s foot too, “Why are we acting brand new, ladies? If I have to tell one more person to point their toes…”

Lucky for them, Santana doesn’t spot any more of that and they’re able to move on from warm-ups to conditioning. This is where Quinn takes over while Santana and Brittany hang back to watch everyone’s form.

“You think Alex can do a back hand spring to a full?” Brittany asks quietly, “She’s the top tumbler.”

“She’s also the best flyer and base. She’s probably one of the only ones on the team that can do all three,” Santana replies, “But don’t tell her that, I don’t want her head getting so big that it topples the pyramid.”

“Like she doesn’t know she’s the best already,” Brittany chuckles then calls out for Alex to come over.

“Yes Coach B?”

“Can you do a back hand spring to a full?” Brittany asks.

“That all?” Alex smirks before turning to walk over to the mats.

Santana and Brittany exchange a knowing look before watching what Alex can do.

It’s really no surprise that she pulls it off effortlessly on the first try.

“Was that what you were looking for?” Alex asks upon jogging back over.

Brittany nods and jots down a note on her clipboard, “Yup, you’ll need to work on your connection but I’ll let you know if I decide to use you there. You can return to conditioning.”

Alex looks a little surprised by Brittany’s feedback but returns to the squad anyway.

When Santana glances over at Brittany’s notes, she finds the blonde drawing a picture of a flower.

“I just wanted her to think I was writing something important,” Brittany whispers, “But I’m totally going to use her for that one part. That was so awesome.”

“So sneaky,” Santana chuckles before they meet up with Quinn to run through the first 8-count of the new routine.

It’s one of their more elaborate routines and definitely the hardest by far, but no one ever won Nationals by doing something easy. With the Cheerios’ reputation and history of winning, there has to be certain standards and if anyone knows that, it’s Santana, Brittany and Quinn.

They’re about halfway through practice when a couple of the girls that Santana noticed at the start of practice begin to argue. She knew it was only a matter of time judging by the stink eye one was giving the other during warm-ups, so she was ready for this.

“Guys, chill!” Maddy tries breaking up the argument herself but the girls only go louder. When the pushing and hair pulling started up, Santana was quick to shut that down.

“Let go of each other right now or you’re both out of here,” Santana snaps as she pushes one girl away while Quinn moves the other. Santana grits her jaw and glares at the both of them, “I don’t know what kind of drama is going on here and I don’t care. I can tell you that it’s not going to fly at practice though. You understand me?”

“Well if she wasn’t so dam – “

“What?! Wasn’t so what?!”

“Jesus,” Santana groans before clapping her hands together, “Enough!”

The girls settle again, crossing their arms over their chests while Santana glares.

“You’re a team, you have to trust each other and have each other’s back because that is exactly how people get hurt. Whatever you’ve got going on, figure it out before you come in here. If you can’t do that then there is no space for you on this team.”

That threat surprised a lot of the girls, “But Coach S, Nationals is only four months away! We can’t find a replacement that close.“

“You’re right we can’t,” Santana cuts off and whirls back on the two troublemakers, “So you two better do everything you can to sort this out or you’ll cost the entire team Nationals. You want that? This is the last year to compete as a Cheerio for some girls here, you want to be the reason they can’t win?”

“No Coach S,” They said in unison, already looking remorseful.

Santana smirked at that, “Good. Get it together then.”

Then she returned to her position in front of the squad where Brittany had been watching. The blonde smiled proudly at her before clapping her hands and taking a step towards the squad.

“Alright, let’s take it from the top!” Brittany calls out then starts running through the counts.

It’s taking everything in Santana to not bite her lip at the sight, because nothing is hotter than Brittany being strict. She makes these little sound effects when she’s in the zone and Santana really can’t help but let her thoughts drift a little.

“I think this is Brittany’s best work yet,” Quinn comments as she comes over to stand next to Santana. She’s got her eyes on the girls, watching how they slowly get better and better after each run through.

Santana nods, “She’s been working really hard on this one. Well, she works hard on every routine but more so this one. A lot is riding on this.”

“We’ll pull this off,” Quinn says without hesitation, “This is a hardworking bunch so I’m not worried one bit. We’ve got this.”

Santana soaks in Quinn’s words and nods to agree. They’ve got less than four months to get this right, less than four months until they find out whether or not all their hard work has paid off.

10 Weeks Until Nationals;

The coaches stand back and anxiously watch as the squad attempts their 14th full out. It’s rough at best and they can barely get through the entire routine without making at least five mistakes, but at least they’re getting through it now.

“Push! Push! Push!” Quinn yells out over the music as Alex tumbles across the mat. Her technique is there but you can tell she’s tired from the slight waver in her connections, but she pushes through and lands the final stunt perfectly.

“Yes!” Brittany cheers and she’s jumping on her feet as the Alex returns to her position and they shift into the next 8 count. The blonde is nodding along with the music as she calls out the counts along with Santana.

“Get her up there!” Santana yells as one of the flyers struggles to get in position. They’re going off beat now as they try to get her up there, but the coaches are proud of their determination.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Brittany chants as they try to recover the lost time and move onto the next stunt. If they pull off this and the next stunt, this will be the first time they’ve executed the entire routine without the pyramid crumbling.

Quinn’s bouncing in her spot while Brittany and Santana just look on while holding their breath.

Maddy completes the first basket toss, perfect. Denise is next and it lands, perfect. Lastly, it’s Alex and she’s launched into the air but Santana knows the minute that she lands that it’s not good.

Her side of the pyramid collapses as Alex crumples to the mat holding her foot.

“Shit,” Santana says under her breath and Brittany is quick to turn off the music. Quinn and a trainer are already running over to Alex while Santana is telling everyone to clear the mat and hit those crunches. She hangs back with Brittany while Quinn speaks with the trainer and they look over Alex.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Alex groans as she writhes from side to side in pain. She’s going red in the face as she slams her fist against the mat.

“Hey, easy. You’re alright,” Quinn hums as she tries to comfort the girl, “You’re going to be fine.”

By the looks of it, Santana can tell Alex is already starting to beat herself up about this and it’s hard to watch. She and Brittany continue to wait off to the side though, not wanting to crow them.

“It doesn’t look broken,” Brittany comments as she goes to squeeze at Santana’s shoulder. She gives her a hopeful smile, “I’ve seen enough broken bones by now to tell the difference.”

“Let’s hope it isn’t,” Santana sighs.

The trainer looks over Alex’s injured foot for a moment before finally breaking the news, “Bad news: it’s a sprain. Good news: it’s minor.”

Alex slumps back, a mix of relief and annoyance, and asks through gritted teeth, “Will I still be able to cheer at Nationals?”

The trainer looks uncertain, “Possibly. With enough rest, it should heal up in time but that’s a big if.”

“Great,” Alex grumbles and soon Quinn and the trainer are helping her off the mat. Once they’ve got her tended to on the side, Quinn jogs over to Brittany and Santana to give them the news.

“What happened?” Santana asks urgently.

“Is anything broken?” Brittany questions just as eagerly.

Quinn shakes her head, “No, but the trainer is saying it’s a sprained toe.”

“That’s it?”

“Santana!” Brittany scolds.

“What?” Santana softens, “The girl has nine more.”

Brittany and Quinn both shake her heads at her for that.

“You can come back from a sprain and Alex is a tough kid. She’ll bounce back,” Santana tries to recover, “We’ll be okay. We’ll just have to put someone else in her place for now.”

“Like who?” Brittany asks and Santana can already see the worry forming.

“We’ll use Kelly,” Santana is quick to say then gives them both an encouraging smile, “She knows Alex’s routine anyway.”

Brittany nods like she’s letting the thought roll around, “True, she just needs to work on like…everything.”

“Better get back to it then?” Santana smirks.

Brittany doesn’t seem comforted but Quinn jumps in next with the encouragement.

“She can do it, Britt. We just have to push her a little harder,” Quinn says, “We’re 10 weeks out, we’ve got to start testing those back up plans.”

“Quinn’s right,” Santana adds, “You didn’t spend hours and hours coming up with them for nothing. How about it?”

That seems to break Brittany out of her thoughts long enough to smile, “Okay yeah, we go this.”

8 Weeks Until Nationals;

Quinn and Brittany are cheering on the squad as they attempt another full out. With Kelly in Alex’s place, things have been a little choppy but it’s getting there and the coaches are really pleased with the squad’s improvement.

“Hold it,” Quinn urges as one of the base girls struggles to lift a flyer up. She wavers but soon she’s locked in place and the pyramid holds. That’s the first time it has happened so far.

“Yes!” Brittany yells and she’s bouncing up and down while pumping her first.

Quinn’s right there with her and clapping her hands, “Great job, ladies!”

It’s not the prettiest sight, but it’s getting better and they’re progressing fast. Santana can’t stop glancing over at Brittany as she praises everyone, she’s just so perfect in this role and she loves to see her girl this proud.

Santana smiles but then catches sight of Alex with her leg propped up on a bench off to the side. She’s clapping for her teammates and on the surface she looks proud too, but Santana knows her better than that.

“How’s the toe?” Santana asks after waltzing over.

“Put me in and we’ll find out,” Alex challenges without missing a beat. It makes Santana toss back her head with a hearty laugh.

“Not a chance, kid.”

“Come on, Coach, I need to get back in there. I’ll wrap it and I’ll be fine,” Alex just about pleads.

“You want to risk injuring yourself even further?” Santana shakes her head, “No way.”

Alex frowns and slumps back against the wall, “This is stupid.”

“Sure is,” Santana chuckles then pats her on the top of her head, “You’ll be back in soon.”

When Santana leaves her side to rejoin Quinn and Santana, they’re breathless from all the cheering.

“That was so awesome,” Brittany beams while the squad winds down amongst themselves, “I bet they’ll perfect this by next week.”

“Definitely,” Quinn agrees then calls for the squad to gather one last time before being dismissed. They’re slow to come over, drained from such an intense practice and quickly packing up the mats.

“Great work today, everyone!” Brittany tells them happily, “Like really awesome job, we’re going to crush it at Nationals for sure.”

The squad looks pleased with the feedback as they start pumping each other up.

“Rest up, tomorrow we’re focusing on stunts again,” Quinn tells them and the rest of the coaches wave to everyone as they all begin to gather their belongings. Quinn goes off to lock up the equipment room which leaves Santana and Brittany by the bleachers packing up.

“God, I can’t wait to go home,” Santana sighs as she stuffs everything in her duffle, “I’m ready for a hot shower and I think we should order take out from that one place you love so much too and like veg out on the –“

Santana’s words are cut off when she feels Brittany’s lips press against her cheek. It catches her off guard but she turns to her and smiles like a dope.

“What was that for?” She asks when she finds Brittany grinning.

“You said home,” Brittany tells her simply, “You called the apartment home. You’ve never called it that before.”

Santana blushes at the fact and suddenly she feels a little shy about it, “It just came out.”

“I know,” Brittany smirks as she pulls her bag onto her shoulder, “That’s what makes it so great.”

Santana bites her lip at that and lifts her bag to her shoulder too. Soon Brittany’s hand slides into Santana’s and their fingers thread together. It’s warm and soft and it makes Santana feel grounded.

“Let’s go home.”

“Okay,” Santana grins and squeezes at Britt’s hand before calling out over her shoulder towards the equipment room, “Hurry up, Q! We’re about to leave your ass!”

6 Weeks Until Nationals;

Santana watches alongside with the rest of the coaches as Denise is tossed into the air and nearly collides with Maddy when securing her position. The shaky movements have the base girls struggling to get their footing and soon Denise crashes into Maddy and the two come toppling down. Their falls are broken so no one gets hurt, but that kind of mistake shouldn’t be happening this far into practice.

“Listen to directions people!” Santana scolds, “Laura and Steph, you have to hold it. You can’t just walk away, you have to try and save it. I’ve told you this so many times already. You have got to listen if you’re gonna work on a team. This is how accidents happen.”

“Sorry Coach,” They frown and go to shake out their arms.

Santana just shakes her head, “Go back to conditioning.”

She’s got her hands on her hips and she’s doing everything she can to keep Snixxx at bay. Brittany tries to comfort Santana as she puts some distance between the squad and her.

“You okay?” Brittany asks hesitantly as Santana goes for her water bottle.

“That could’ve ended so badly,” She says after taking a drink. She glances over to where Quinn is working with Alex in some easy conditioning and adds, “Maddy and Denise could’ve been injured. We could’ve been down three girls.”

“Yeah, but that didn’t happen,” Brittany tries and she places a comforting hand on Santana’s arm, “It could’ve but it didn’t. We’re just going to have to make sure it never happens.”

Santana sighs but nods along with Brittany in the end, “Why is this job so stressful? You know I found a grey hair last night? Just ridiculous, I did not sign up for this.”

Brittany chuckles at her dramatics and pokes at Santana’s side, “You make a great coach, babe.”

“I guess,” Santana grumbles playfully and plasters on a look of confidence before turning back to the squad, “Alright, let’s do this again! We’re not stopping until we get it right.”

4 Weeks Until Nationals;

“Check this out, Coach S!” Alex calls out and goes to take a running start before tumbling across the mat. She hits a back hand spring to full and lands it perfectly, showing off a proud smile. Her teammates are jumping excitedly from the sidelines and Santana swears Maddy’s cheers come be heard above them all.

“Glad to have you back,” Santana smirks, “Now if you’re done showing off maybe we can get back to this pyramid?”

“Going full out today,” Alex nods resolutely and she jogs off as everyone takes their position.

“Let’s see it then,” Santana smiles proudly and turns back to Brittany and Quinn, “Record this. I have a good feeling about it.”

Quinn nods and gets out her phone while Brittany waits by the speaker for the signal to start. Santana nods and turns back to the squad as they begin with the routine. Everyone is hitting their stunts and it’s actually looking pretty flawless; even Alex falls back into place as if not time had been lost. Kelly looks even better than before with all the extra practice she’s been putting in to fill Alex’s place and it really rounds out the entire routine.

“Okay, here we go,” Santana mumbles to herself as Maddy is thrown up, followed by Denise, then Alex and it all holds to form a perfect pyramid.

“Hold it, hold it!” Brittany chants and the girls hold their positions for a couple seconds longer before turning out and landing in their next position. Brittany claps and pumps her fist in the air, “That’s it! Yes!”

When the music fades the girls are all cheering for each other after pulling off their first full out with Alex back that was more than perfect.

“I think we’re almost there,” Quinn comments quietly after stopping the recording, “That looked really good.”

“Just need to stay on them,” Santana adds, “It has to be perfect. They’ve got to be doing these moves in their sleep.”

“They probably already do judging by that last full out,” Brittany smirked.

The coaches all exchange a look of relief before breaking off to dismiss the girls for today’s practice.

2 Days Until Nationals;

“I want you all to understand something before we get on this flight tomorrow,” Quinn says once the squad gathers after another grueling practice. Santana and Brittany flank her as she speaks seriously, “These next couple of days aren’t going to be a vacation just because we’re in a new place. We’re going to L.A. on a mission. We’re going to win, there is no other option. When we go anywhere, you’re representing this school and the long line of Cheerios that are looking to you to uphold this legacy. It is very serious and you all need to keep that in mind when you’re out there. Understand?”

“Yes Coach,” The team says in unison.

“Good,” Quinn nods and looks between the other coaches, “Anything to add?”

“We’re really proud of the progress you’ve made over the last few months,” Brittany says through a smile, “Trust each other, know what you have to do. Go out there and do your job and represent us well.”

“What Coach B said,” Santana agrees, “And everyone please show up on time tomorrow morning. I know it’s early but if I have to be up at the crack of dawn then so do you. I don’t want to hear any complaints other than my own.”

The squad nods and once they’re happy with their final words until L.A., they dismiss the team for the night.

“This is it,” Quinn says to Santana and Brittany. They all let out a sigh and the nerves are already there, but Santana’s not sure they ever really left.

“Yeah, it is,” Santana nods and they all exchange a look before she says, “We’ll see you in the morning.”

The trip from Lima to L.A. goes smoothly and after everyone gets checked into the hotel, the coaches are able to sneak off for an hour to meet up with Mercedes for coffee. It’s not a whole lot of time, but they’re happy that they’re able to catch up with her and get a little break from the cheering even if it’s only for an hour.

“You guys are going to kill it,” Mercedes tells them, “I can’t wait to see. I’ve never been to a cheer competition before.”

“It’s intense,” Brittany says after taking a sip of her iced latte, “The energy there is like no other. These kids have really been busting their butts the whole year just for this moment. I guess it’s kind of similar to Glee Club but no one gets thrown in the air for that.”

“It’ll be awesome,” Santana adds and she squeezes at Brittany’s thigh from under the table which earns her a smile, “Britt did an amazing job choreographing.”

“So is this what you’re planning to do now, Britt?” Mercedes asks, “You were always a bomb choreographer and I figured you’d go towards dance but sounds like you’re doing a great job with cheerleading. You could open a studio or something? I heard Mike was doing something like that out in Chicago.”

Santana’s interest is piqued because she actually hasn’t ever heard Brittany talk about what she wanted to do for a career. She knows she has a degree, but like Santana, she isn’t really using it. Britt’s just a natural when it comes to teaching, she lights up when she dances, but Santana stays quiet as she waits for Brittany’s reply.

“A studio would be cool, but I haven’t really made any concrete plans,” She shrugs and chances a shy glance towards Santana, “Just going with the flow for now.”

For some reason, the look makes Santana’s stomach flip.

“That’s cool,” Mercedes nods and looks to Santana, “How about you, Satan? Any big plans when the school year ends, you gonna stay in Lima?”

Santana’s stomach flips again. She wants to ask what’s with the twenty questions but she knows Mercedes is genuinely curious. She’s just a little on edge because she and Brittany haven’t actually talked about what happens after the year is up. She has a plan, sort of, but it’s not too in depth career-wise so she just speaks truthfully.

“I’m going wherever Britt goes,” Santana replies and chances a glance at Brittany to find her grinning back.

Thankfully Brittany’s too busy staring at Santana to notice the knowing look Quinn gives them both.

They spend the rest of the time catching up but soon they’re back at the hotel, gathering the squad for practice. It’s a different kind of energy practicing at the pop-up gym designated for the competing teams, but Santana can tell that the squad is pumped. Every full out is executed perfectly and they’re at the point now where there are no longer any slip-ups.

But even with that in mind, once they get out there tomorrow anything could happen. They could perform the routine perfectly in practice like they have been but go out there end up making the easiest mistake. She has seen it happen to even the top rated squads so no one is exempt now matter how much you practice. All they can do know is hope that all their work pays off and that they’d done everything they can to prepare the squad for this moment.

Waking up the next morning, Santana can already tell it’s going to be a day. Her stomach is still in knots after her shower and she can hardly keep her breakfast down. Brittany looks to her like she’s going to fall apart at any moment, but Santana is tough.

Or at least, she can put on a brave face in front of everyone else.

“Here babe, drink this,” Brittany offers Santana a bottle of ginger ale she must’ve picked up downstairs. Quinn’s off showering while Santana sits at the edge of her and Brittany’s bed trying to get thoughts together.

“Thanks,” Santana smiles and starts to sip the drink slowly. She always hated how worked up she got for these sort of things. No matter what kind of pep talk she gave herself, she always ended up with an uneasy stomach.

Brittany comes to sit at the edge of the bed next to Santana and starts to rub comforting circles between her shoulder blades. When it came to competition day jitters, Brittany always handled them way better than Santana. Granted, her secret was waking up two hours before their alarm to go for a run to clear her mind. You couldn’t get Santana to do that even if you bribed her with sex afterwards.

“I hate this feeling,” Santana grumbles after taking a deep breath. She brings the bottle up to her lips again and goes for another sip, but she still feels so nauseous.

“I know you do,” Brittany gives her an apologetic smile and continues to rub at her back, “They’re going to be great out there, you know that.”

“Yeah,” Santana hums, “I know.”

Quinn emerges a moment later and looks to Santana, “Still feeling shitty?”

“I should be good to go once I finish this,” Santana says as she raises the bottle.

Quinn nods and sets off to finish getting ready while Santana and Brittany count down the minutes left before they need to start checking on the girls. With the start of the competition just a couple of hours away, they need to hurry up and get out there. The most practice they can get in before it’s their time, the better.

“Love it. You look stunning. Great. Beautiful. Amazing,” Brittany compliments each girl that passes her as the squad enters the practice space in a single file line. There are other competing squads around so the tension is already in the air.

“Did Jessica do this poof?” Santana smirks as another girl passes her by, “It looks so good! Snooki would be very proud.”

“Higher the hair, the closer to God,” Quinn comments as she gives each girl an approving nod.

Once everyone gets settled on the mat, the coaches go to stand in front of them. They eye everyone from their hair to their make up to their uniforms and everyone looks on point. That’s an easy ten points right there! They go on the perform their routine in its entirety and even gain the attention of a couple other squads that aren’t in the same bracket as them.

The coaches fill with pride upon seeing the awed expressions of the little audience they’ve gained. With completing another flawless execution, the onlookers clap and compliment the squad before dispersing. It’s great for the girls’ confidence and even settles some of Santana’s nerves that are still hanging around.

Santana has entered the fight or flight mode level of her anxiousness and is working on pure adrenaline for the time being. In front of the squad, she still rules with an iron fist and drills perfection into everyone’s heads even if she feels like puking every five minutes. With just fifteen minutes left until it’s their time to perform, the start making their way to the stage.

Everyone’s holding their heads high, determination in their eyes, as they walk through the sea of their competition. They all look fierce and the crowds part for them easily. There’s just something about the Cheerios that have always commanded attention; is it the amount of wins or is it their reputation? Santana doesn’t know, but she’s not going to ask questions either. This is one of the awesome perks of the Cheerios legacy, everyone knows who they are.

It’s also terrifying because Santana, Brittany and Quinn can either continue the tradition of winning or they can run the legacy right into the ground. Was Sue’s faith in them misplaced or did she know something the three of them didn’t? Did they do everything the can to secure a win? Did they do everything they can to prepare the squad?

These are the kind of thoughts that race through Santana’s minds as the squad gathers backstage.

“Okay girls, listen up!” Quinn calls out and everyone quickly comes together for a huddle. They’re all holding each other’s hands tightly as Quinn speaks, “This is your moment, this is what you’ve been working so hard for all year. You’re going to go out there and kill it. You already know what to do.”

“No matter what we place,” Santana adds, “You will wait and accept the award with a smile on your face. Then you will go over to whoever won first place and you will congratulate them. Get me?”

The girls all nod before Brittany begins to speak next.

“Who run the world?” She asks, trying to hype the girls up.

“Girls!”

“I said, who run the world?” Brittany calls out again, this time a little louder.

“GIRLS!”

“That’s right,” Brittany grins proudly then nods to the stage, “Go get’em.”

It’s the most nerve-racking 2:15 minutes of Santana’s entire life, but she gets through it without passing out so that’s a plus. She had been screaming her lungs out along with Brittany and Quinn from the front of the stage where they were allowed to watch. Her palms were sore from smacking them so hard against the mat and her voice was hoarse but she’d do it all over again because their girls fucking did the damn thing.

There were a couple places that were shakier than they were in practice and there might’ve been a close call halfway through the routine, but nothing too detrimental. At least, not in comparison to some of the other teams’ mistakes she saw.

That First Place trophy was there’s, it has to be!

The top five teams gather on stage and Santana’s squeezing Brittany and Quinn’s hands so tightly that she’s beginning to lose feeling. She has to remind herself to breathe as she watches the man slide open envelope after envelope. They watch anxiously as the remaining awards are slowly given away and the feeling only intensifies the longer the Cheerios stand there.

It’s a good thing, that means they’ve still got a shot at first.

The announcer couldn’t be any slower though as he reads out the team names and Santana hates the ridiculous build up as he finally gets around to calling out the team who placed third.

It takes her a moment to realize it, but she’s actually shaking from anticipation when he finally announces the Third Place winner.

She doesn’t hear the name of the squad, she doesn’t care.

All she knows is that it isn’t their girls.

The Cheerios are now in the top two.

“Please, please,” Santana hears Brittany mumble as the three of them watch on with high hope.

They worked their asses off, the coaches worked their asses off, they’ve got to win this!

The year has been full of development and Santana needs to hear their name, she needs to because these girls deserve it after losing their previous coach and having to deal with the three of them who have little experience.

She needs to hear their name because they need to be rewarded for how hard they worked for this, they need to be rewarded for the blood, sweat and tears they put into this.

She needs to hear their name because she, Brittany and Quinn never would’ve pictured themselves in this position. They never dreamed of being coaches; they weren’t even talking before Sue roped them into doing this and now…to see how far they come, it would be gut-wrenching for them not to bring this win home.

“In Second Place,” The announcer starts off before taking a pause, “With a score of 98.4633…”

Santana just about blacks out as the announcer calls out the Second Place winner. He waves his hand towards the designated squad as his colleague presents them with a significantly smaller trophy.

The Cheerios remain stoic, just as Santana told them, as they watch the trophy get handed out.

Santana squeezes on the hands she’s holding a little tighter because the trophy is going to the team standing adjacent from the their girls.

“So in First Place with a score of 98.4751,” The announcer is suddenly speaking quickly, “The William McKinley High School Cheerios!”

Santana hasn’t felt this kind of high since winning Nationals in New York so she can only imagine how the kids feel toting around the giant Nationals trophy through the halls of WMHS upon their return to Lima.

Faculty and students watch on as they make their way through the halls and Santana can hear is the sound of We are the Champions playing through the loud speakers.

She’s been replaying the moment the trophy was handed to the girls on stage back in L.A.; how Brittany lifted her in the air and spun around just as she always does, how Quinn scrambled to get climb on stage and nearly busted her ass getting up there, the feeling of pure accomplishment as they all gathered to have their picture taken.

They did it, they actually fucking did it.

They took this squad and managed to coach them all the way to Nationals without a bit of experience coaching and won.

They put their lives on hold and took on Sue’s random proposition and succeeded.

So now what?

“Welcome Coaches!” Figgins greets loudly and he’s standing behind his desk with his arms held out. If the desk wasn’t in the way, Santana’s sure he would go in for a hug, “And National Champions, congratulations!”

The three coaches bow their heads in thanks as they settle into their usual seats.

“As you know, Sue enlisted you three to lead the Cheerios to another win and you have accomplished that. Sue also promised a bonus if you were to place at Nationals.”

“Yes. We know,” Santana replies, already over the anticipation.

Figgins’ smile falters as he goes to reach beneath his desk to retrieve a stack of tapes, “Sue left these behind as well. There is a tape for every instance you may have encountered,” He starts to squint at the labels and read out the titles, “Didn’t place at Sectionals? Disgrace. Didn’t Place at Regionals? Shameful. Didn’t Place at Nationals? Outrageous.”

“None of those apply to us,” Quinn states with furrowed brows.

Figgins smiles grows, “Yes. I have a tape for that too.” He leans over to slide the tape into the VCR – why is that even a thing still, Santana will never know.

Soon the screen fills with Sue sitting at her desk. There’s a proud smirk on her face as she greets the coaches, “Well, well, well…looks like you three aren’t completely useless after all. If you’re watching this, that means you actually took the squad all the way to Nationals and won. If that’s not the case, Figgins…you’re fired.”

“She can’t fire me,” Figgins assures them, but the girls remain focused on the screen.

“You’ve managed to take this team worthy of greatness and lead them to victory. Without my tutelage, they would’ve failed but I had faith in you that you three would be able to carry on my legacy and – look at that – I wasn’t wrong. Congratulations ladies, you’ve earned this. Figgins! Hand out the envelopes.”

Figgins nods as if Sue is really there and starts to pass out three envelopes.

“I am a woman of my word so inside those envelopes you will find the bonus checks I promised to you at the beginning of the year.”

Santana’s eyes go wide as she counts the zeroes, “How in the hell?”

“Don’t question where it comes from, Sandbags,” Sue points out and Santana pales at the call out. Maybe Sue really is there in spirit? “You’ve earned it ladies, I’m sure the squad put you through hell but maybe now you can understand why I am the way that I am. Or was? I’m technically speaking to you from beyond.”

Brittany chuckles at that but Santana’s still in shock from the amount of money jotted down on this check.

“The odds were against you this year and truthfully, I didn’t think you’d get this far. Maybe place first at Sectionals, because anyone can place first there, but Nationals is a whole other thing. You exceeded my expectations of you and for that, I have one thing left to ask.”

“Here we go,” Quinn mumbles as the three of them scoot to the edges of their seat in anticipation for what’s about to come.

“You’ve managed to take this team all the way to Nationals with little experience and you won,” Sue reiterates, “That is the making of true greatness, I would know. Not just anyone is worthy of this role, so extend the offer to you three once more. Coach the girls again, bring home another win, uphold the Cheerios legacy. Give it one more year. The same offer will continue to renew for as long as you decide to stay.”

Then the tape cuts out and the screen goes black.

Santana, Brittany and Quinn are left there staring at the screen as if it’ll give it more answers. Santana doesn’t know what to think, she doesn’t know how to react. She just sits there and lets it all soak in.

Another offer. One more year. Stay in Lima.

“Well Coaches, the decision is yours,” Figgins says after a moment, “You have time to think it over, but I do hope you return. We would be so lucky to have you all coach for us again.”

Santana doesn’t really hear anything Quinn says as she stands, but she takes note of Brittany’s movements too and follows them both out of the room when they turn to leave. Her mind is moving a mile a minute and the bonus check weighs heavily in her hand. She made enough money over the year to return to New York and this bonus check is enough to find a way nicer place than she had before.

But that’s just a big chunk of money that she’ll have to chip away over time, how long will it last? Could she return to working at the Spotlight Diner just to make ends meet when it all runs out? Could she even go back to that after the kind of accomplishments she earned while coaching? Does she have any idea what she wants to after this?

“You look like you’re going to explode,” Brittany comments as she nudges Santana.

Santana blinks slowly and realizes that they’re out in the parking lot. She sees Quinn hanging back a little while Brittany rests against the car. Santana tries to smile at them both, “It’s a lot to take in.”

“Yeah,” Brittany chuckles lightly and reaches out to hold Santana’s hand.

“Like Figgins said, we’ve got time to decide,” Quinn shrugs as she takes out her car keys, “You guys talk about it and let me know what you want to do. Okay?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Brittany nods and looks to Santana expectantly.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Santana says too.

“Okay, well I’m going to head off then,” Quinn replies and goes to hug them both, “I’ll see you both on Monday.”

Once Quinn leaves, Brittany and Santana linger by Brittany’s car. They don’t move to get in, just rest against it in silence. It’s not awkward but there’s some tension there that Santana’s starts to hate the longer it stays.

“Do you want to – “

“It’s good money, Britt,” Santana blurts out and she’s already so deep in thought. She has been since leaving Figgins’ office.

Brittany softens, “San – “

“There’s benefits and it’s stable, the hours aren’t ridiculous and the kids aren’t so bad,” Santana starts to list aloud. She pauses for a moment, “But it’s Lima and I don’t know how I feel about staying here…because it’s Lima. We always said we’d get out of here and we did but coming back was never part of the plan. But the plan…it’s not exactly what it once was because none of this was apart of the plan. The plan involved living in New York – “

“You don’t have to do this now,” Brittany offers as she turns to look at Santana, “There’s time to talk about this.”

Santana can see what looks like sadness or maybe worry in blue eyes and Santana wonders why that is as she says, “I know but I can’t just push it aside, not when it’s something this big. I’m just going to keep thinking about it until we decide.”

“Wait…We?” Brittany questions and suddenly the sadness fades, “As in, you and I?”

Santana smiles at her surprised tone, “Well, yeah? You’re my girlfriend, Britt, we do things together. We decide on things together. This isn’t just my choice, not when it effects you too.”

Brittany blinks like she’s taken aback and that surprises Santana.

“I – I thought…” Brittany stammers and a shy smile finds its way onto her lips as she shakes her head, “Nevermind, it was a silly thought.”

Did she think they weren’t going to do this together? Did she think she was going to leave her behind again? Santana can’t help but wonder.

“We’ve done the whole trying to do what’s best for each other without actually talking about it and that never ends well,” Santana adds as she pulls Brittany towards her. Her hands settle on her hips and Brittany’s instantly run up Santana’s arms, “And like I’ve said all year, I want to do things right this time. I want us to work. So I think we should go home and talk about this, because I don’t want to make this decision without us both being on the same page. Does that sound alright with you?”

“Yes,” The smile Brittany gives her is the brightest, most hopeful Santana’s ever seen before. It’s almost has her dropping down on one knee for maybe the third time all week.

Next Friday really can’t come fast enough.

#Two Ghosts #Brittana #Brittana Fanfiction #This chapter is so long lol

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Dazed and Confused (Part 1)

Summary: Dean Winchester grew up wanting to be a cop. When he gets kicked out of the police academy on a fluke though, he turns to a life of crime. After breaking up with Dean and seeing him committing a crime in the act, the reader becomes an officer herself and eventually a detective. Four years after that day, the reader is sent undercover to figure out what Dean is up to. Only she has no idea how far Dean is willing to go to keep her from finding out the truth…

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: language, scary situations, violence, murder, etc.

A/N: This series has been on Ao3 only for awhile now and I am finally reposting here as well. It’s not new but it may be new to you. Please enjoy!...

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“Dean?” you asked, spotting him walk in the front door and cut through to the back of the apartment. “Dean what...you’re supposed to be at the academy, aren’t you? You got class until-”

“I flunked out,” said Dean, your scoff stopping him in his tracks. “You think I’m fucking joking about that?”

“Considering you’re top of your class, yeah, I think you’re playing some shitty prank or ditching class. Now what is-”

“I have a record apparently. I can’t be a police officer now,” said Dean, grabbing his gym bag from the floor and moving to the closet. “I was seventeen and in a car I didn’t know someone took form their dad without permission. They charged all of us for a stupid non-crime and if I ever see Gabe again, I’m gonna murder him.”

‘Dean...” you said, grabbing his arm, spinning him around. “Go back to the academy and explain-”

“I was forced to quit, Y/N. I got called out of class and into the dean’s office. If you have a record, you can’t be a cop. They thought I was hiding it but I didn’t even know I had one. No exceptions they said. My bag’s are in Baby” he said, shrugging you off. “I’m staying with Sam tonight.”

“Dean, baby, it’s gonna be okay. Maybe we can call your dad, he’s a detective. He knows-”

“Stop trying to make me feel better for once in my life!” he shouted, brushing past you and for the door. “Y/N, give me some space. I mean it.”

“We are talking about this once you cool off Dean. Until then you can have your space.”

Two Months Later

"What?” you asked quietly, too caught up at staring at the green eyes under the mask to think about the gun in his hands. His own were wide and he was quickly shoving you on the ground, standing over you.

“Say another word and I’ll kill you, understand?” he growled, not waiting for an answer before barking out other orders to people inside the bank.

You hadn’t seen or heard from Dean in almost two months. You gave him his day to vent and get it out that he wasn’t going to be a cop, that everything he’d worked for in school and college and the academy was all gone.

When he finally came back around with a couple of moving boxes, he went off on you. You knew Dean’s head and knew that he didn’t mean what he said during a fight. Normally it was his way of getting you to back off. Nearly four years together and two with living together gave you a pretty good idea of when he was being mean for no reason.

But when he, the one guy you ever willingly told about the awful day...when he said it was your fault, you knew it was done. If he was so angry and bitter about not being a cop that he would rip open wounds that only got shut because of him, he wasn’t the man you thought he was.

Two months later seeing green eyes that looked so much like his, hearing a voice that was just a bit deeper than you were used to...you were almost positive the man in the ski mask and holding a gun at some poor bank teller was Dean Winchester.

He wasn’t there more than a minute, gone in a flash and barely enough time for you to register the build under the baggy hoodie and coat.

“Hi, Sam,” you said, dialing him up as soon as you gave a statement to a cop. “You heard from your brother lately?”

“Uh no. He and I aren’t exactly talking right now,” said Sam, his voice hard. “I haven’t seen him in two months.”

“I think...” you said, walking away from the bank and climbing in your car. “I think your brother just robbed a fucking bank, Sam.”

“That’s not funny, Y/N,” said Sam.

“Neither was getting shoved around by a bank robber, Sam. I am 99% positive that it was Dean,” you said.

“Dean was pissed last time I saw him but he’s not a criminal, Y/N,” said Sam.

“I didn’t...I’m worried about the asshole, alright?” you said, Sam breathing heavy on the other end. “Oh, you think he’s an asshole too, Sammy.”

“What’d he say to you?” asked Sam.

“Shit I don’t want to talk about. I’m guessing he said crap about your mom?” you asked, Sam’s thick swallow coming through loud and clear. “He got kicked out of the academy and he lost his shit, which I get but Sam you know your mom was not your fault.”

“I know but he just had to...maybe he really did rob a bank,” said Sam, his floor creaking in the background. “I know, Kevin...I’ll run to study group in just a minute, okay?”

“Shit, it’s your finals week, isn’t it,” you said, running your hand over your face. “You don’t need this right now.”

“It’s alright, Y/N,” said Sam. “Swing by the house around eight. We can talk then.”

“No, you study, Sam. I’m sure I’m overreacting is all.”

Four Years Later

“Junior Detective Y/L/N,” said your partner, a hard ass with a nought soft center.

“Bobby,” you said with a smile up at him, his face in even more of a scowl than usual. “It’s not even nine in the morning. What’s shoved up-”

“You’ve been reassigned, kid,” said Bobby, your jaw dropping. “You think I want another snot nosed brat to train? Uh uh.”

“Where are they putting me?” you asked, getting up from your desk, following him down the hall to the conference room. “I didn’t put in for anything. I actually like being your partner. Bobby, I-”

“Special assignment is all chief would tell me,” said Bobby.

“Y/N,” said the chief, waving you inside, holding up a hand for Bobby to wait outside.

“John, what in the world could you be putting her on that I can’t know about it?” asked Bobby.

“It’s need to know and you know what you need to,” said John, closing the door in his face. He pointed you to a seat, pulling down the blinds in the room. “You’re fidgeting, Y/L/N.”

“What’s going on that the most senior detective in the department can’t know about it?” you asked.

“You’re the only person here who can do what I’m about to ask you,” said John, sliding over the lone file at the other end of the table. “I need you to keep this quiet. You’ll understand-”

“Dean,” you said, his face staring back when you opened the file. There was no arrest record apart from one when he was 17 but the things he was suspect in...

“Dean is...let’s just call it in deep shit and leave it at that,” said John, taking a seat beside you. “He’s dangerous. Never been convicted of anything. I’ve kept the rumors of what he does away from the department but...Dean’s made a name for himself elsewhere. Everything from petty theft to kidnapping, assualt...murder suspect.”

“John, why are you showing me this?” you asked, sliding the file away, not caring to see what happened to the man you once loved.

“I need you to go undercover,” said John, your head shaking. “You just had your secondary training a month ago and they said you’re one of the best they’ve seen. We both know you became a cop to figure out what the hell happened to him. This is our chance.”

“I became a cop so I wouldn’t feel scared again like in that bank,” you said, turning away. “In case you forget, your son broke up with me. He said things to me that I can’t forgive. He would never in a million years buy that I forgot all that.”

“I’m not asking you go undercover as his girlfriend, Y/N. He’s a criminal. He’s in Washington, a small town, working something. We just need intel on what it is, that’s it,” said John.

“He knows me. He probably knows I’m a cop. I can’t just go undercover,” you said.

“So what if he knows you’re a cop? Tell him you quit if he asks,” said John.

“John...” you said, leaning back in your seat. “I can’t do it.”

“We don’t have a choice, Y/N. The feds said you’re the one. You pack up tonight.”

A week later you were in your new town with a population of two thousand people. You were barely there thirty seconds before half the people were bringing over plates of food. It didn’t take long for word to spread a new girl was around or for you to spot Dean after that.

“Leave,” he said as he walked past you on the street, not bothering to stop.

“Dean,” you said, jogging back to catch up with him, catching his arm halfway down the block. “What-”

“If I see you again, you won’t like what happens next,” he said, shrugging you off.

About eight hours later, you realized you never really knew Dean Winchester at all.

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

#supernatural #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #au #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #series

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One Last Job (Part 1/2)

its been awhile! sorry its been while, my passion has been killed for a while, but it has come back with a vengeance! thought it would be fun to split this monster of a fic into two parts so you don’t have to wait as long for content.

Warnings #1: this has spoilers for the show Barry on HBO, if you do not want to be spoiled then you have been warned. this show deals with graphic violence (the main character is a hitman) and if you are not okay with the talk of murder do not read this fic.

Warning #2: this is a story that features Soft, Safe, unwilling vore. with this comes talk of digestion, death, murder, none of this actually happens if none of these are what you like, I advise you to move on. this also features cursing, and a bit of violence

“Fuches, I told you I’m done.” Barry spoke over the phone to his former partner, his voice on the verge of yelling, but he was trying to keep his voice down; he didn’t want any of his friends to hear.

He sat on the steps near the theatre building, script in one hand, phone in the other. He was supposed to be memorizing his lines, but a certain someone from his past had other plans. He kept looking around frantically, just to make sure nobody was watching or listening in. so far, he was in the clear.

“Just one more! Come on Barry it’ll be simple, you don’t even need to do the dirty work!”

Barry didn’t answer, his face contorting into a look of confusion “then what do you need me for? You can get anyone to do your dirty work”

He looked around once again, left… then right…. Still in the clear, his voice stayed monotone to Fuches, but the man was shaky on the inside, he and Fuches haven’t spoken for a few weeks, and their last confrontation wasn’t exactly pleasant.

“Well, none of them have your talent, come on Barry, the price is high, I’ll pay you--”

“No” Barry’s eyes bulged as Fuches words, getting a bit flustered.

He didn’t get to hear the price; he had already hung up. His heart pounded, why would Fuches mention that? Barry had long since retired that ability when it came to jobs. He had used his...talent before, but not to finish a job.

He sat there for a few moments, before grabbing his script, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut.

“Fuches hasn’t mentioned it ever since that last time I did it. Why now? We only did it when we needed to transport a hit somewhere…”

Barry’s mind spun as he tried to read the script, but he just couldn’t. He almost felt sick at the idea of him using his… abilities again.

He liked to use it sparingly, only for the highest payer, and made sure nobody but Fuches and Him would know about it.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but when he had opened them, his script was much smaller, like the page had shrunk in his hands. Or maybe….

“Shit!” Barry looked down at himself, he must’ve grown a foot or two taller, he tensed his body, focusing back on shrinking to normal size, which was fairly quick. The man frantically looked around, trying to see if anyone was there to witness him.

Left? clear...Right?.....Clear.

He let out a sigh of relief, his powers were acting up, great. He forgot they existed for a while, which was nice. Perhaps they were coming back with a vengeance since he hadn’t even thought about them for a while.

“Barry! Gene told me to come get you.” Sally opened the door at the top of the steps, making Barry frantically turn around, bringing his hand to his hip, where his gun used to be, one of the many bad habits he needed to get over.

Sally gave him a strange look, still smiling “you okay?”

Barry cringed a bit, “Uh yeah, sorry. I just don’t feel that good” he walked up the stairs, meeting her, she just nodded, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. This made him smile as well, but the sinking feeling inside of him soon took over once again.

“One lie after another, good job Berkman... “ he just sighed, following her footsteps, she then turned around, about to say something else to him, but paused, looking up at him.

“Have you always been this tall? I feel like I have to look higher up when talking.” She laughed, looking down at his shoes, checking to see if they were elevating him more, nope. “okay I must be going crazy because you definitely look taller than normal” She laughed.

Barry just looked down at himself, “yeah uh, would you give me a moment to look over my lines again? Just briefly, I wanna make sure this is good”

That look came back onto Sally's face, she cocked her head to the side slightly, “okay, just no more than two minutes. Not even two minutes, one. Okay?”

Barry nodded quickly, watching as Sally walked to the main area of the building, once she was out of sight, he bolted to one of the costume mirrors. He sighed in relief. It had only been a few inches of height added, but it was enough to make Sally notice, he quickly shrunk back down, spending the next few moments calming himself down.

He then walked to the main area quickly, sitting right next to sally, he looked stone faced, but deep down he was terrified, what if he couldn’t control it next time? What if it was more than a few inches, what if he just turned giant?

He couldn’t think of that now. It would only make it worse.

“Barry, Nice of you to join us.” Gene spoke, a little sour tone in his voice, “are you ready to perform tomorrow?”

Barry Blinked “Tomorrow?” he had thought it was today. His heart slowed with the anxiety of performing lowering.

“Too much wind outside making you fucking deaf? Yes tomorrow.” gene threw his hands in the air in a defeated gesture.

Barry just shook his head “sorry Mr. Cousineau. I am ready”

Gene just gave him a look, the same look sally gave him at the steps, it made his stomach drop. Gene then turned back, beginning to teach once again.

Barry couldn’t pay attention, his focus was all on not growing again, his leg was bobbing up and down, and it felt like he was holding his breath.

It hurt to hold his abilities back like this, he never had to before, whenever he would use them, usually he didn’t need to hold them back from anybody because they would end up…

Dead….

‘Deep breath, stay normal….’

Suddenly, his phone began buzzing once again, making him jump, turning the attention of the class to him. He looked around nervously, then down at his phone.

The number had no ID, but he knew exactly who it was.

“Do you want to take that, Barry?” Gene asked, genuinely, seeing the look on Barry’s face.

He just nodded, apologizing quickly before walking backstage into one of the empty rooms, closing the door and answering the call quickly.

“I said no.”

“Hear me out, Barry.” Fuches spoke, sounding desperate “I need you to do it, if anyone knows what I’m planning I’m dead. If anyone catches wind of this phone call I’m dead”

“Get one of the Chechens to do it. I’m done.'' Barry spat into the phone, just wanting to be over this already “why does it have to be me. There’s easier ways to kidnap a person”

“I fucking can’t” Fuches sighed loudly “it’s Hank”

Barry paused, “What?” something told him that he wouldn’t like the next sentence out of Fuches mouth

“The Chechens need a real leader, not some bald guy floundering around. If he’s gone I can lead the empire of Chechens in America. I know you don’t like him either so its a win win”

“You don't mean… you want me to eat him? And not…”

Barry’s heart sunk, sure he didn’t see eye to eye with Hank, only because he was part of his secret hitman life, but he didn’t want the man dead. Especially not that way.

“I need you to eat him, you get a meal, I get an army, win win?”

His mind was spinning, he could hear Fuches speaking, but couldn’t register a thing. He hung up the phone, dropping it on the ground, he could feel all of his composure breaking apart.

He could feel memories of past trauma swarm him all over, the guilt, the regret, the pain of what being a hitman did to him, he had never wanted to kill anyone using his abilities, he never would do that on purpose.

He slammed his hand on a nearby desk, falling to the ground on his knees and letting out a yell he couldn’t control himself, anger was bubbling up inside of him.

He wasn’t just asked to kill again, no… he was asked to murder a friend so his enemy could rule a whole mafia. The sheer audacity of the matter made his heart pound, he didn’t even notice how much he had grown in a matter of seconds.

What would happen if he didn’t take the job? He changed his position, his knees at his chest holding his head, would he tell? Nobody would believe him. But if they did… he didn’t want to know what would happen.

He only snapped out of it when he felt his head hit the ceiling, dust from floating down as he did so. He looked around, letting out a sigh, holding his face. This was getting out of hand. He was a giant. No way he could hide this for long.

“Why am I doing this?” he muttered to himself “I used to be so much better at this”

Well, he was out of practice, he didn’t have a need to size shift for a few years. He used to be an expert on it.

Then all of a sudden there was a knock at the door, his heart stopped.

“Barry? Is everything okay?”

Sally….Shitshitshit!

He was trying to think of something to say, but it was too late. The knob twisted the door open, and all he could do was blurt out “wait!’, covering his mouth at the volume.

Sally looked slightly around, walking into the room, letting the door creak shut, before her eyes snapped over to Barry, who had shuffled to the other side of the room, away from her.

She dropped her phone in complete shock, her hand was visibly shaking, her mouth a little agape at the sight. She wanted to believe she was seeing things, but he was truly there.

“Sally” Barry spoke quietly, his eyes wide and terrified, he probably looked crazy to her ‘’Let me explain…”

Before he could get another word out, she turned around, running to the door, pulling it open in a hurry, then closing it as she escaped, he could hear the sound of her shoes running down the hallway.

“Fuck…” he ran his hands through his hair, pulling it slightly. He quickly made himself shrink back down. The dizzying effect of the shrinking caused His head felt as if it was going to explode.

He stood there for a few seconds, wobbling back and forth, letting the dizzying feeling leave, before grabbing Sally’s phone, then leaving the room. He held his breath; she could’ve told the class already. What if they believed her? It was even worse to think that they wouldn’t and would just think she’s crazy.

As he came back into the main area, everyone was normal, acting the same way as if he had left. His eyes met Sally's, and she gave him a horrified look, which made his heart shatter. He could almost start crying right there.

He shamefully walked to his seat beside her, her spine instantly tensed, like she was ready for anything, but he just sat there, pretending to listen to Gene drone on.

He could tell she wasn’t listening either. Her brain was most likely full of questions and panicked thoughts too.

Now his problems kept doubling, first Fuches now this? How was he going to get out of this, he can’t just let the Chechens be run by Fuches, and while he didn't always like Hank, he was a good leader, he didn’t deserve to die.

Then a lightbulb hit his head.

He could take the job and expose Fuches to Hank without him knowing until its too late. It would be perfect. He would just have to shrink the man, hide him for a few days, make Fuches think he’s won, then bring him back to normal.

“Alright, that's enough for today” Gene sighed, snapping Barry out of his scheming “I’ll be in my office, see you tomorrow” he waved the class goodbye, going into the back without another word.

Barry immediately turned to Sally, she flinched, but didn’t turn his way.

“Sally, please.” Barry spoke softly “Can I explain?”

She pretended to ignore him, going for her phone that was supposed to be in her sweater pocket, he watched for a few moments as she searched for it, he then pulled it out of his pocket

“You dropped this when you...left” He handed it to her, it was then when she turned, grabbing her phone carefully, staring at him as she did this.

She reminded him of a deer in the headlights of a car, fearful of any move she would make.

“You can’t say anything to anyone about this, please.” he pleaded with her, desperate to keep this a secret.

She looked away, but nodded her head, maybe afraid of what would happen if she didn’t agree with him.

“I have to go, we can talk tomorrow?” he looked around, then back at her, no eye contact. There was hesitation, but a slight nod.

Without another word, Barry stood up, and quickly walked out, pulling his phone out, dialing one of Fuches multiple numbers.

‘God… I hope this works’

As soon as he pressed the call button, the phone was answered “Barry?” Fuches seemed shocked to hear back from the man after being hung up on for the second time that day.

“I’ll do it”

“What? You will?!” he cringed, hearing the delight in Fuches’ voice. He hated making that slimeball happy “fuck yeah. I knew you would. We can meet up and I’ll give you the details.”

No. no meeting up. Fuches would see right through him. He quickly thought of a plan, “I’m doing it now, give me the cliff notes” Barry unlocked his car, getting into it, turning the engine on. He couldn’t believe he was doing this.

It almost gave him a rush. He missed this part about being a hitman, being one step ahead...but of course it ended with murder, it felt nice there was really no murder this time.

Fuches stammered on the other end of the phone, surprised at his sudden eagerness “oh, I guess that works too…. I was thinking maybe ten...no twenty thousand”

“Its free. This is my fucking last job. Think of it like I’m paying you that money to leave me alone”

Silence.

“Okay, sounds like a plan. Hank’s at home. Have fun” Barry made a noise in slight agreement “make it look like he disappeared, no body, you keep that.” Barry felt nauseous at the words Fuches spoke, it was almost like the man wasn’t talking about a living, breathing person. “oh. And one more thing…Once it done, I’m going to need proof, just so you don’t flake out on me.”

Barry blinked “how am I supposed to show you proof?”

“I don’t know, send a video of him struggling in there, or just kill him first I really don’t care, just do it so I can get what I want, and you could get what you want”

Before Barry could say another word, the call disconnected. He let out a huge sigh, turning his phone off quickly, just to be extra careful, he didn’t know if it was bugged and he couldn’t let Fuches know anything.

Barry drove out of the parking lot, the whole trip in silence, no music, no talking to himself, just thinking.

He didn’t know why he was doing this; he didn’t want another person knowing about his power, it could just be another person who would try to exploit him like this. but he couldn’t just tell Hank to lay low, Fuches wanted proof and he wanted Hank dead. There was no getting out of this. His plan had to work.

As he drove, his mind wandered back to Sally, his chest tightened. He didn’t know what to say to her, he couldn’t tell her the truth, not the whole truth. He could just tell her the basics.

Would she listen? Maybe so, maybe not. He had to try anyways. It would be her choice to listen.

As he got closer and closer to Hank's location, Barry felt his heart sink lower. He never felt this way before, this wasn’t as bad as killing someone, why is he more nervous about this than that?

As he finally got to the location, He parked his car a few houses away, but didn’t get out of the car just yet. He sat there for a few moments, thinking about what to do, if he was really going to do this. He could just turn the car around, go talk to Sally, go home, sleep, literally anything would be better than doing this.

Barry took a deep breath in and out, then opened the car door. He walked down the street, looking around carefully, he had a bad feeling, but at this point, it could mean anything.

As Barry moved closer to the house, he paused. Seeing Hank in the front lawn, talking on the phone to someone. Barry's spine straightened, he tried to hide his look of surprise, and relaxed once more.

“Oh yeah, well I’m excited to see him, can’t wait to catch up.” Hank spoke happily into the phone, unaware of the danger he was in. “bye-bye!” he waved to nothing as he hung up the phone, strange man. Barry was impressed that he ran an entire mafia group with that attitude.

Hank turned around, head down, placing his phone in his pocket. As he looked up, his eyes met Barry’s, his demeanor immediately lit up.

“Hey man! What a coincidence! Fuches just called saying you 're coming over to talk business.” Hank walked to the door, motioning for Barry to come in.

Fuches called to make sure Barry would do the job, great. Sometimes he would forget that Fuches was as smart as he is.

Barry Nodded, walking up the steps, meeting Hank at the door.

“I thought you quit?” Hank opened the door, walking into the building.

“So, did I, there's uh...one job I need done. Then I’m out.” Barry almost felt evil, Hank wouldn’t suspect a thing, if it we’re like the old times, this would’ve been the easiest Hit to date. “Do you want to go somewhere more private?

Hank turned around, intrigued “oh so secretive, I like it.” they moved through the kitchen “there's water, booze, methamphetamine, go crazy” hank waved over to the fridge and cabinets.

“Yeah....no.” Barry just followed Hank, mostly silent, he was half paying attention to what the man was saying, it was just small talk things. Through the kitchen, the two went to the basement of the house, Barry looked around cautiously, making sure nobody was there, nobody was hiding.

It was small, not many places for a person to hide, all there was, was a tv, a few couches, a bed, and a mini fridge.

Hank practically bounced onto the couch “this is where we keep our hostages” he put his arm out, as if to show off the room “well, we haven’t had any hostages yet, so I just use it as my bedroom, its pretty good, soundproof too ”

Barry moved in front of the couch, not sitting down. “Hank we need to talk”

“Absolutely, ugh, it sucks we only get to hang out when there's business involved, we need to go for brunch or something one day.”

“Turn off your phone”

“Why would I do tha-” Barry cut Hank off, giving him a stern gaze

“It could be bugged, turn it off.” Hank rolled his eyes, taking his phone out, shutting it down, then put it face up on the table.

“Okay, now what is this business?” Hank threw his hands into the air, annoyed at Barry bossing him around.

Barry didn’t want to tiptoe around the issue anymore, there was no better plan in sight, he was going to do it.

“This job that I’m doing...it’s on you.”

Barry watched as Hanks mildly annoyed expression turned to confusion, a hint of fear joining the mix “what?”

“You’re the fucking hit, man.” Barry put a hand on his head, “I can’t tell you who, yet. But if you let me-”

In a flash, Hank was up, and he had a gun in his hand, pointed at Barry, who immediately put his hands up. “You are not killing me Barry. You are my friend, but I won’t let my men run without a leader.”

“Hank, drop the gun, make this easy, nobody gets hurt.” Barry shook his head, seeing Hank's expression of confusion.

“You’re going to kill me what the fuck do you mean ‘it won’t hurt’ “ he yelled, doing a bed American accent to imitate Barry for the last bit.

“Fuck I didn’t mean it in that way” Barry rolled his eyes.

He couldn’t wait, Hank would shoot him any second, he ran towards the man, pushing the gun out of his hand, right onto the couch.

Hank let out a yell as this happened, trying to fight Barry off of him, but as he did so, his movement began getting weaker, and he noticed Barry was getting much bigger.

No… he was getting smaller.

Barry just watched as Hank shrunk letting go of him, it always amazed him. He didn’t know how he had this power, he just had it. He wasn’t proud of what he used to use it for, but maybe today it would be for some good.

Hank scrambled away, backing up on the couch, but it never seemed to end. He was four, five inches tall, his head was spinning, he backed up and away as much as he could, until his back met one of the couch pillows. He looked back up to Barry, who just sat with an almost- guilty look on his face.

Hank let out an uncomfortable and scared laugh, one that was often heard when one was begging for their life “ Barry, we’re friends, remember… you can’t--”

“I have to-” Hank cut him off in a frantic move, Barry just rolled his eyes.

no-NO! No, you don’t. No matter what they are paying I can double it...t-triple it actually!” he hoped to strike a deal, maybe he would take it? Hank had never felt so afraid in his entire life, if it wasn’t Barry who was going to kill him, it would be his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Hank, the person who wants you dead is Fuches.” Barry pinched the bridge of his nose. Just had to rip it off like a band-aid.

He could practically see the cogs turning in Hanks head at this news, his eyes filled with betrayal and disbelief, he had just talked with Fuches a few moments before. Hank was frozen, which gave Barry the perfect time to grab the man and lift him up to eye level.

Hank squirmed in Barry’s grip, pushing against his fingers, but Barry held on tightly, but not enough to cause any harm, this wasn’t his first time after all.

He always felt the need to hold them carefully, any pain that was caused when they were small was self inflicted, he refused to hurt them in this state, it was just unfair.

“What are you doing?!” Hank felt the space between him and the ground separate, making his heart go into his throat, it gave him that last bit of realization of how small and fragile he really was.” “Barry! You can have anything you want, my men, my money, anything! Just put me down, and we can forget all about this.”

“If you fucking let me do this, everything will work out.” Barry snapped back, making Hank stop his rambling, staring wide eyed at him.

He could feel the guilt inside of him growing, but a familiar feeling inside dominated that, he wouldn’t call it hunger, but just a feeling in his stomach that made him want to swallow hank without hesitation.

Barry sighed, “Hank, what I’m going to do will fucking scare you, but you’ll be fine, I know you won’t believe me, but don’t say I never said anything.”

Hank’s whole world fell into slow motion as he was pulled closer to Barry “what do you mea-HEY!?”

Barry brought Hank closer, way to close for the man to feel comfortable, he could feel Barry’s breath, nervous and shallow, the way the man was looking at him sent an eerie feeling up his spine.

Thoughts raced through the man’s head, his mind went to a dark, uncomfortable place, what was Barry going to do with him?

He soon found out.

Barry opened his mouth carefully, his head lifting up as he also brought hank up, just enough so the man would slide in feet first, which seemed to be the easiest way when doing this.

Hank froze for a few moments as he watched his legs enter Barry’s mouth, out of everything, this was not one of the ideas in his head, it seemed like his brain had short circuited as this happened.

Barry was relieved in the few moments of silence and no struggle, until Hank began to kick and yell, Barry just rolled his eyes.

He had dealt with fighting before, every mission he did this there was a struggle, it didn’t hurt him anymore, his body had just got used to it.

He had also forgotten how good it felt, as horrific as it sounded to him, people tasted pretty good.

Hank cringed, feeling the spongy tongue beneath him, he yelled out once more “Barry what the Fuck?!” he felt sick to his stomach, it was then it dawned on him, Barry was…

“Barry.... Don’t...Barry don’t eat me!” Hank yelled, it sounded crazy to even say, if it wasn’t happening right now he would have thought he had gone mad! “I’ll go easy! Any other way, bullet, hanging, a fucking bomb I don’t care! Anything but this!”

These words actually shocked Barry, sure, people had begged for their life before, but none ever gave him suggestions on how he should do it.

He looked hank in the eyes, hank staring back, he was mortified, but he looked dead serious.

There it was. That feeling….the guilt, he didn’t want to do this, he just wanted to be done with his assassin days, he would hope that he could calm Hank down enough for him to stay there for a day or so.

Hank noticed the regret in Barry’s eyes, and he smiled ever so slightly, he was getting through to the man, sure, still meant he was dead, but better than dying that way.

His smile soon faded as Barry swallowed, hanks torso now engulfed into Barry’s mouth, he let out another yell, this time, using his hands to push and Barry’s lips, trying to pry them open. This was met by another swallow.

“Barry don’t do this, you’re a good guy you don’t want to eat me!” Hank held his arms up, keeping his only defense out of Barry’s mouth. He could feel Barry’s tongue wrap around his chest. The man was tasting him, he felt like crying.

Barry couldn’t see hanks face anymore, but that one look he was given was enough to know that hank was scared, he thought it was going to end in...death.

‘I should’ve explained better….but if one of the crew came down here… I did what I had to do...He’ll be calm soon enough”

It wasn’t like he was being rough with the man; he hadn’t been this careful with anyone before, he had to be careful

Hank gasped as his head was pulled into Barry’s mouth, he was planning on stirring up more of a fuss, until he realized how close the man’s teeth we’re to him, which instantly made him freeze, it really made him realize that he wasn’t getting out of this.

The only thing that was outside of Barry’s mouth, was his arms, which we’re bound to follow the rest of him.

Barry’s heart pumped faster, feeling Hank stop moving, he worried that the man had passed out, until he felt the man's shallow breaths and slow movements, making him sigh in relief.

Hank flinched at the squelching sound that Barry’s throat created, beckoning him to slide down the red cave. He tried once again to pull himself out, using his hands to push against Barry’s lips in an attempt to hoist himself out.

This, of course, only lead to him sliding down further into the throat.

Barry then moved his tongue over Hank's arms, pulling them in with a soft swallow, allowing more room.

With a few more shallow swallows, Hank was finally on his way down, kicking and screaming. He was calling Barry an insane amount of cuss words, mixing Russian, Chechen and English together in a strange blend Barry couldn't understand.

Hank could hardly breath in Barry’s esophagus, his panicked breathing didn’t help much either, he would hope that he would pass out before the digestion started.

Barry sat back on the couch for a second, taking deep breaths. He had forgotten how it felt to do this. In a weird way he missed it, he missed the feeling of swallowing someone. Something about it was so fascinating, he could eat people, without killing them!

All the better things he could have done with this power, and he had to use it during missions, what a waste. He could’ve been saving lives, but instead, he was transporting people to their doom.

Well, this time he was saving a life, at least he had that.

When Hank spilled into Barry's stomach, the man stopped moving, he was ready to be hit with the smell of digested food and stomach acid, but there was nothing in there. But to him that just meant he had to wait longer for his demise.

He couldn't see his surroundings, but he could feel them. It was hot, squishy, and surprisingly roomy, he thought it would be more like the esophagus, but it wasn’t.

Barry then got up, shaking the chamber Hank was in, and began walking out of the building, quickly, so if Hank began yelling, nobody would hear it.

Hank tried to stabilize as much as he could as Barry left the house, but it was no use, he was left for dead. He was going to be eaten and that's it. The only thing he could really do, was yell, and hope someone would hear him.

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and there we go! I hope you enjoyed part one of this, hopefully in the next week or so I’ll get the next part out, which will be fluffier and more comedic.

if you haven’t checked out Barry on HBO i promise you its amazing and you should watch it!

#i am back baby!#soft vore #safe vore #fearplay #g/t vore #unwilling vore #vore writing #extreme cuddling #quentin's writing

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we are family

Day 4: we are family.

Describe or draw a familiar moment. Are they close, or estranged? Are they blood relatives, or family found with friends?

Two Traynors stared each other down, hands hovering over a small box. There were 5 empty shot glasses in a semicircle around them, flanking the pristine chess board between the pair.

Wiping her hands with a dish towel, Priya Suresh-Traynor pleaded with her family. “Dessert is almost ready, do you two have to do this now?”

“The fate of the galaxy depends on it, mum,” Samantha Traynor mumbled back, not breaking eye contact with her father.

“You heard the kid,” Geoffrey Traynor seconded with a lazy smile. “I need to know my little sprog‘s mind hasn’t gotten soft since she’s been away.”

“Soft?? Did you miss the part where I kicked Polgara T’Suza’s arse across the Citadel?”

“Vid or it didn’t happen.”

What are you, five??

...God, I wish I had a vid. Are there vids? I wonder if I can ask for one...

“I have a trophy proving it happened. And a witness.” Sam’s eyes flitted over to the witness in question, her gaze narrowing.

Commander Annelise Shepard held her glass of red wine in surrender. Her voice came out wet and shaky from her fresh sip. “She’s—” Shepard patted her chest from the cough. “—She’s correct. She electrocuted that asari good.”

And got a shower as a prize.

That narrow challenge in her eyes switched to panic as Sam glanced back at her father, who was tsking in disapproval. “Neuro-feedback chess? ...Sammy. You didn’t.”

The Comms Specialist scowled. “I didn’t choose it, it was part of the tourney rules. Usually, yes, I have slightly more integrity.” Unless I really want to win, that is. “It was just a lark, father.”

“Well as long as it was on a lark you buried that smug asari, I guess you’re forgiven. ...still can’t top your Dad at 5-Shot Speed Chess though, I bet.” The older man blew on his knuckles theatrically and gave them a wiggle before resuming his position at the worn speed clock.

Oh, you’re on.

“Oh, you’re on.”

Priya gave an apologetic smile at Shepard, who had taken up perch at the kitchen counter partition. The bar seat next to her was empty, waiting for Sam to return from her tense game. The matriarch of the Traynor family was busy at the stove stirring the simmering pot of kheer on one burner while checking a boiling sugary syrup on another. The warm kitchen filled with the scent of Indian spices and jasmine rice bled over into the prefab living room area.

“I wish I could lie and say something like ‘they aren’t usually like this,’ but…” Priya shrugged and smiled fondly at her husband as the game began. The speed clock snapped with each hit as the older and younger Traynor dove into an intense exchange of pieces. “It’s actually a tradition when Sammy comes home.” She paused before clarifying. “A tradition since Sammy was proper drinking age, mind you.”

Annelise smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Is that right?”

Sighing, Priya tapped away her Omni-tool where a reverse countdown timer could be seen by Shepard. “I think it was One-Shot Speed Chess back then,” she admitted. “I swear we were a classy family at some point. ...I can’t recall when, precisely, but I assumed we had to have bumbled into it somewhere in the last 25 years.”

“I’m 26, mum,” Sam reminded loudly as she slapped the clock once more.

“We were definitely classy when you were one, sprog,” Priya snarked back. “I mean, you weren’t because you just ate and shat all day, but Geoffrey and I were newlyweds and still extremely classy.”

“Muuuuuuum!”

Oh my God do we have to talk about me shitting my diaper in front of Shepard???

Annelise failed to hide a staccato of exhale-laughs behind her wine glass, amused by the exchange.

Oh my God why did we come here?

...Oh shit Dad almost had me there.

Oh shit are they doing this on purpose? Working together against me??

Betrayed by my own flesh and blood!

Sam had to do a few lazy blinks to push back the swimming in her head and vision. Those shots were creeping in fast aided by a full stomach of naan and saag paneer. But she resumed focus on the game at hand, giving the clock another slap as she nudged her white bishop in an offensive position.

“So, Comm—Annelise,” Priya fumbled slightly. “What are your parents like?”

Mum. Did you not watch any ANN profiles?

Shepard’s sip of wine was casual, unruffled by the question. “Couldn’t tell you. Both gone. Mom when I was four from eezo poisoning, Dad when I was thirteen. Fire in our apartment building.”

What could have been a very awkward silence was instead filled with Priya’s empathetic tongue cluck (honed from years of practice as a registered nurse). “You poor thing. Too much life experience forced onto someone so young.” Her vigorous stirring motion never wavered. “Not to mention the life of a marine on top of all that. What a hand this universe deals us, hm?”

“Indeed,” Annelise agreed. She smiled sadly, her eyes inward as though weighing something. “This reminds me of the dinners I had with my brother and dad.”

Oh? Samantha’s head tilted so she could hear better. Her father was closing in on one corner of the board, but her queen sprang into a hole in his defenses.

“Oh?” Priya asked, echoing Sam’s own curiosity.

Nodding, Annelise rotating the now empty wine glass in her hand. “Dad wasn’t much for cooking, but John loved it. He loved grilling and barbecue. He’d usually save some of his courier paycheck for a good cut of meat at the store and try out different seasonings.” She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “I bet he would have loved your cooking.”

“I fear I know the answer, but where is ...John?” At Shepard’s nod, Priya continued. “Where is John now?”

Oh no.

Should have given your folks some notes, Traynor.

I didn’t think it was my tale to tell!

How are you this bad at relationships, Traynor??

“Also gone, right before Dad. Car accident.” Annelise chewed her cheek a moment. “You know, before the Skyllian Blitz, I thought I was pretty unlucky based on all that.”

“And now?”

“Well, everything’s kind of a shit show, so jury’s out on that.” Annelise looked over at Sam, who was getting louder and more erratic with her clock taps. “But lucky in other ways.”

“Oh good answer, love!” Priya crowed, snapping the towel in Annelise’s direction. “A for effort, superbly charming response.” Her Omni-tool started beeping, signaling the woman to pull the pot of rice milk off the burner and set it aside to cool before turning her attention to the syrup. “What were three favorite things your brother cooked?”

An exhale deep through Shepard’s nose as she held her chin in her hand. “Oh God, I haven’t thought about that in ages.” She nodded at Priya’s silent pantomime offer to refill her wine glass. “He loved ribeye steak. Kind of fatty for me, and too damn expensive, but… I dunno, I liked it because he liked it so much.”

Aw. Sam felt a pang of longing for Shepard. There was a fondness to the woman’s tone that didn’t come up often.

How often does Commander Bloody Shepard have a moment to think about her family? Or talk about them?

We should work on that, Traynor.

Geoffrey piped up regarding one of his favorite subjects. “Good man! Good cut of beef. What temperature?” He pointed a finger at Annelise as though calling on a student in one of his classes.

“Medium rare.”

“Good man indeed,” Geoffrey agreed as he slapped the timer one more time. White and black sides pieces were dwindling as lines of attack thinned out.

“Let’s see, what else… He actually did a spiced mutton I really liked. Sometimes lamb. Both were dirt cheap for awhile in Seattle before the drought, so he made a lot of it.” Annelise smiled as she accepted a small round poor of kheer, a sprinkling of ground nuts on top. “Oh, and his ribs were to die for. John had this dry rub mixture he spent months tinkering with. Took damn near eight hours to cook, but worth it.”

Geoffrey exchanged a look with his wife before cutting back to the game. Priya nodded.“Oh we love lamb in this house. One of the many reasons we applied for colony life. No more ration stamps from those artificial trade wars with the Volus, and all our farming sustainable and available direct to the colony first.” Priya fired up her Omni-tool. “I have a lot of great lamb recipes if you’re—goodness! I haven’t asked how your cooking chops fare?”

Nudging a pawn over to take Sam’s knight, Geoffrey jibed. “A loaded question, dear. We all know our Sammy is completely dependent on Alliance-provided cafeteria food. How she survived four years at Oxford is a complete mystery. She should have either ended up three hundred pounds from eating rubbish or died of scurvy.”

Hey!

“You talk a lot of shit, old man, for someone who just got checked. And it’s called a dormitory meal plan, I’ll have you know. I had three square meals.”

I just probably didn’t drink water the entire time. All booze or energy drinks.

“Of cafeteria food, further proving my point. Also, check.”

Ugh. Also, what?

That exhale-laugh from Annelise almost pulled Sam away from her last ditch strategy. The Commander extended her own Omni-tool. “I’d love the help. While I can survive on a remote moon with just a knife and a canteen, I don’t prefer to. I did undercover work for a year after graduating N7, so we had to learn how to be human again. Cooking included. Some of it even some fancy five course meals meant to impress targets.”

“So you know where all the forks go and what they do?” Samantha asked, slapping the timer. “Check.”

“I definitely do.” Those green eyes glittered with mirth.

“Oooh, be still my heart.” Sam shot a finger-gun at her girlfriend.

Priya made some flicking motions with her fingers before an answering ping from Shepard’s wrist. “Well, here are some of Sammy’s favorites. Someone should have them, since the pride of my life can’t make toast.”

“Hey!”

“I also made note of some of the ones with Sammy’s allergies.”

Annelise flicked through the holo screen, studying the recipes. “Curry, shellfish, and peanuts, right?”

You forgot public speaking and losing at chess to my father.

Sam’s mother clutched her heart theatrically. “You know! Oh Geoffrey, did you hear? Sammy trusted her with shellfish, darling!” Priya poured a ladle full of the syrup over a small pyramid of large cake-like balls that had been chilling in a dish. She brought the dish over to the pair of competitors whose game was nearing completion.

“Check! And I did, love! It seems our Samantha is serious about this one! ...or her commanding officer looked at her file.” He grinned at his daughter before reaching for one of the gulab jamun.

Scowling, Sam slapped his hand away from the bowl before slapping the speed clock again. She could feel a heat rising in her neck and jaw (hopefully it was just the alcohol). “No dessert til we finish the game! And check!”

After a tentative bite, Annelise dug into the bowl of sweet kheer with enthusiasm. “I mean, you’re not wrong, sir. But I had the decency to act surprised when she finally told me. How was that again, Samantha?”

Oh sonabitch.

“When we went out on a date in public for the first time and I stole a bite of your lobster roll and my throat closed and we had to go to the med center.”

Both of her parents barked her name at the same time. “Samantha Karuna Traynor!” Her father added, “You always were a sucker for lobster despite never learning your lesson. And check.”

“It was worth it!” Sam squawked. “It was delicious! Also: check mate!” The pawn she’d been nudging forward that her father ignored got promoted to a rook and was now perfectly positioned to box in his king.

Geoffrey stared at the change of fortune, dismayed and swaying a little in his chair. The shots were clearly taking hold. He tipped his king over in surrender, bowed his head at his daughter, and grabbed the topmost gulab jamun.

Samantha joined him with a second ball, the syrup coating dripping slightly. They raised their desserts in salute before taking a big bite.

Mouth full, Sam grinned up at Shepard who was standing next to her chair. “I had you there to rescue me, darling. I knew I’d be all right.”

“I hope that’s always the case,” Annelise smiled back as she kissed Sam’s forehead.

Before she slowly dropped down to one knee.

#merweek2020 #mass effect relationship week #june 4 #shaynor #samantha traynor #femshep #samantha traynor x femshep #family #i petered out at the end #i'm tired #we are family prompt

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detectivedreameater · 4 years

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When Is A Monster Not A Monster||Solo

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Took’s General Store SUMMARY: A disturbance call out to Took’s leads to a walk down memory lane. Things are always more than meets the eye. CONTENT: Child Neglect mentions, Institutionalization mention

She’d taken the call about a disturbance at Took’s because it was a reprieve from everything else going on. She wasn’t sure if she regretted it yet, but the shop owner, and all the customers, were crowded outside, milling around as if they were huddled in the aftermath of a great catastrophe.

“It’s a monster!” one of them had shouted when Marley pulled up.

“It was eating people!”

“It looked so cute at first!”

“I thought it was just a rabbit...” the owner, with a bleeding arm, had said.

She should just call animal control, this was much more suited for the paw patrol to take care of-- but something stopped her from it. Drew her towards the building instead. A curiosity, perhaps. Maybe she just didn’t want to give Langley the satisfaction of killing another animal. Or maybe she just wanted to spare him what seemed like an easy call. Or maybe it was something more, something she couldn’t explain. She’d call backup in a bit, once she knew what they were dealing with. Once she knew the thing inside really was a monster.

She pushed the doors open and heard the digital chime announce her presence. Glanced up, annoyed, before setting her sights back on the aisles. Boxes lined the floors, over turned in peoples’ haste to get away, carts abandoned in the middle of the walkways, near registers. One band still going, a steady hum as it whirred away. Marley held up her gun in front of her.

“Okay, pyscho-monster bunny,” she muttered, weapon up forward as she headed in, “where are you?”

-----

37 years ago...

“Wherever you are, you’ll love her, right? You’ll give her a good life? Please give her a good life,” Isabelle begged, “she’s a special child. I know it in my heart. She’s-- different. But good. Please, please take care of her. And-- and tell her about us? Tell her we loved her so much.”

Donald held onto his wife as she took the child. He knew how much she wanted another child after what had happened to their first. He also knew that his wife could no longer conceive. They’d come here looking to adopt because it was cheaper. Instead, they’d found Yadir and Isabelle, being chased by hunters. The couple had practically begged them to take their child.

“Please, make sure she feeds. She’ll need to. I know it’s-- but she’ll need your help. You can just put her...in the bed. Besides you. And hold her hand. Please.” More begging, quieter, strained. Isabelle reached out one last time for her daughter, before pulling her hand back. “I love you, Marlena.”

Madeline took the child and turned away, hurried onto the boat in the middle of the night.

Yadir stopped Donald before he, too, could turn and leave. Held out an envelope. “Give her this, please,” he said quietly, so his wife could not hear over her sobs, “when she’s old enough.”

Donald took the letter and nodded.

When they got back to America, he put the letter deep in drawer, and forgot about it.

-----

34 years ago...

“I just want to forget about her,” Madeline hissed, “forget what happened. Forget all of it.”

Marley, four years old, sat on a bench between the two sets of adults. On one side, her “parents”. On the other, two social workers.

“I can’t do it anymore. The nightmares, the hallucinations-- I just can’t. It’s her, I know it’s her.”

Madeline refused to look at Marley, her eyes sunken and tired, her face sickly. “We don’t want her anymore,” she said, ice in her voice, ice in her veins. Marley stared hard at the floor. Too young to truly understand what was going on, but smart enough to know what was going to happen. To know what Madeline’s words meant.

“I want her out of my life,” was the last thing Madeline said before they took Marley away. “She’s nothing but a monster.”

-----

30 years ago...

“Monster!”

“Freak!”

“Weirdo!”

One boy sat on her chest, crushing her lungs, keeping her from getting up. Red eyes, glowing, stared up at him. Not quite in horror, but in pain, in a quiet cry for help.

The other kids stood around, pointing, shouting.

“Stop it,” Marley had pleaded quietly, “get off.”

But the boy hadn’t budged.

And all she’d wanted was for him to get off, for him to understand how he was making her feel.

“I said...get OFF!”

And when he looked into her eyes again, he froze. And he screamed.

-----

24 years ago...

She wanted to scream. She hated this place so much.

She was ready to leave, but the man sitting in front of her, showing her the paper work, was telling her it was going to take years. She wasn’t even old enough yet. She needed to wait two whole years before she could even apply. But getting started now couldn’t hurt. He looked hopeful, reassuring. As if her case, as if her life being so hard, was a good thing. Maybe that wasn’t the right word, maybe that wasn’t the right interpretation, but it’s all Marley felt when she looked at him.

Her struggle had finally benefited her.

And this home was no place for her. It never had been. The people here treated her like filth, anyway. Locked her away at night, whispered behind their hands about her. Even after 6 years of good behavior, of being the perfect little girl, of never messing up anything, they still looked at her with fear, with pity. With disgust.

It was as if they knew about what she did at night. Slipping away from her cuffs as she became intangible to the world, slipping into a different room each night. Feeding off a different kid every time. It was just survival, just what she had to do.

And if she sort of enjoyed it, after awhile, then that didn’t make her bad. It was gratifying, after all, standing over the nurse who called her a brat to her face and always made her feel small, and watching her writhe and struggle under her touch as nightmares plagued her sleep. It was only fair.

But it wasn’t just the nurses, or the doctors, or the caretakers. It was the kids, too. Even though they were all there for the same reason, even they looked at Marley like she was something else.

Like she was a monster.

She was ready to leave.

She was ready to run.

-----

22 years ago...

She wanted to run away.

“Mara.”

She repeated the word. It made her chest clench. Her legs bounced, anxious. She wanted to run from this place, from this man, from this world. She wanted to just be normal. Pleading eyes looked up at him.

“Yes. That’s what you are. And that’s what I am,” he repeated slowly, as if he could sense her tentativeness. “But we’re not monsters, I promise. If you let me, I can show you. How we live. How we coexist, with humans, and others.”

Her hands were knuckle white in her lap, eyes wide, staring at him. After all this time, it was this simple? She’d just had to meet the right person at the right time? That was it? No big reveal, no pulling down the curtain, no year long soul searching journey? Just this?

Just a man and some pancakes?

“Please, Marlena,” his voice cut through her thoughts, and she looked up, “I can help you. We all can. There’s a bunch of us, and we all live together and help each other out. And we’re all like you. Don’t you want that?” he asked, reaching a gentle hand across the table, “we can be your new family. Wherever you were before, whatever you went through-- it doesn’t matter. We can be here for you now.”

-----

17 years ago...

“Where were you?”

Marley stopped, dropped her bag. She continued the process of unloading herself from the day, but slower, as she looked over her shoulder. Peter was angry, she could see it in his eyes.

“Out,” was all she said, dropping her jacket next to her backpack.

“Hang up your jacket,” Peter said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “how many times do I have to remind you to do that?”

Marley turned, slowly, and picked up her jacket, making a dramatic display of unfolding it, shaking it out, and sticking it on the hanger on the back of the door. “Better?” she said with a sour bite.

Peter sighed again. “Marlena, come here.” Patted the seat next to him.

Marley scrunched her brow. When he used her full name, she knew it meant she was in trouble. She’d been studying her books, too, and what it meant that he kept touching his lips with his fingers, and why his legs were crossed. She was really in trouble.

“You killed again, didn’t you?”

Marley stiffened immediately. “I-- I had to. He woke up.”

Peter’s body shook violently as he stood, rounded on her. “We have rules, Marlena! And you have broken them far too many times! But-- perhaps it is my fault. I was not strict enough with you.”

Marley stayed still on the couch, despite his anger manifesting in front of her. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her-- that was part of the code, too.

“I’m sorry--” she started, but he cut her off.

“No, Marlena, you’re not. I know you aren’t, the rest of the family knows you aren’t. You are-- beyond me. Beyond our help. I-- I’m sorry. This decision does not come easy.”

Marley still didn’t move.

He looked back at her, a sudden sorrow in his eyes. “I just wanted to be able to give you a good life.”

“So much for family.”

Her voice was raw, cold-- detached. Peter looked across the table at her. “I’m doing this because we’re family, Marlena. I won’t turn you into the police, but you can’t stay here anymore.”

She was quiet, lips pressed firmly together. “Fine.” Stood up stiffly, and walked back over towards the door, where her jacket and backpack were.

“That’s it? Just fine?” Peter said, bewildered. “That’s all you have to say for yourself? Do you not want to try?”

Marley picked up her bag, her jacket, paused, not daring to turn and face him. “Why should I? You’re just like everybody else. You think I’m a monster, too.” Finally turned to look at him from over her shoulder. “We’re the same thing and you think I’m a monster. So...I’m done fighting it.”

“Marlena, what you are does not make you a monster!” Peter said, standing now, as he crossed the room to stand in her way of the stairs. “What you do makes you into a monster. There’s still time for you to change, but I can’t keep you here. You put everyone else at risk.” Reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, like he had so many times before.

But Marley smacked it away before he even got close. “Shut up!” she shouted, tears in her red eyes, tears on her cheeks. “You don’t understand anything about me! Or what I am! If you can’t accept me for who I am, for what I am-- then that’s your fault! At least I’m not weak like you! Cow-tailing to humans and tiptoeing around them like they’re better than us! Like we owe them! Maybe I’m just tired of being subservient to them! Maybe I’m just tired of being less!”

Peter reeled back. “Marlena, don’t say that. You don’t mean any of that.”

“Don’t tell me how I feel!” she shouted, rounding on him now. “Because I do! I do mean it! I hate them! Why are they so much more important than us, huh? Why are humans so much better just because they’re human? I hate them all! I hate everyone who’s ever looked at me the way you’re looking at me now! If the world wanted a monster, well, fine-- they get a monster! I’ll show them what a real monster is. I’ll show all of you! Because you--” she jabbed a finger at him before gesturing all around, “You all made me this way. And I’m done bowing down. I’m going to use what they made me into against them. I’m going to show them what true fear is.

“I’ll show them what a real monster is.”

-----

Present...

“You’re not a monster at all, are you?”

She’d found the thing tucked away in the very backroom, in the very back corner. It had hissed and growled when she’d first put her flashlight on it, but as soon as she’d dropped the light and stopped, it, too, had stopped. Nose twitching as it sniffed the air. She’d gone back and retrieved a carrot-- it did look like a rabbit, after all, just a rabbit with antlers and fangs and sharp claws-- and set it between them.

“You’re just scared,” she said, sliding to a sit as she prepared for the wait. Usually animals were already hissing and yowling at her by now. Possibly even attacking-- but this thing just stayed pressed in its corner while it examined her, sized her up.

“All those people just scared you, didn’t they?” Put an elbow on her knee and her chin in her palm. “Rude as fuck, if you ask me. You were just trying to defend yourself, huh? If you strike first then they won’t think to hurt you, I get it.”

The thing sniffed the air again, moved forward just a bit-- it had a limp, she noticed. It was cradling one of its front claws close to its body.

“You’re hurt.”

It sniffed again, moved ever closer to the carrot. Marley stayed still. It was within reach, and it looked up at her with glowing red eyes. And she looked down at it, with glowing red eyes.

“You’re not so scary,” she said to it, as it finally began to chow down on its carrot. She reached out, making her hand intangible, to see what it would do. It backed away, hissing again, and she pulled her hand back.

“Okay, sorry,” scooted away a bit, before gesturing to the carrot, “please continue.”

Once it finished the carrot, it sniffed around for more. Hopped once, twice, closer to her, until it was basically in her lap. Marley held out her hand, let it sniff her. It opened its mouth as if to bite her, but just rest its teeth on her instead.

“Tasty?” She reached into her pocket, pulled out another small carrot for it. “I’m a snack, I know.” As it nibbled, she scooped it up, and set it-- as well as a few more carrots-- in the cage she’d grabbed from the shelf, before picking it up and heading towards the front.

When she came back out, the general manager was more than grateful. He was starting to ask her questions, but she breezed by him and set the cage down in her car. “Be right back.”

Shut the door and did her due diligence. Yes, the threat was passed. Yes, she would put in the report (with a few fudged details, probably). No, he’d have to contact insurance about repairs, they didn’t cover anything. Yes, they could reopen the store.

“You’re going to have animal control put it down, right?” was the final question.

Marley paused a moment. “Of course, sir,” she lied. The relief almost seemed palpable, but she didn’t pay attention to it.

She took her leave quickly, after radioing in that the call was taken care of. Nothing to see, just a mistake.

When she glanced over at the strange looking rabbit in her cage, its antlers poking through the top of it, she simply nodded and said, “I think I’ll name you Jack. After my good friend, Mister Jack Daniels.”

#solo #wickedswriting #tw institutionalization #tw child abuse mention #there's no description of it just mentions #you can skip the segment labeled 24 years ago if u dont wanna read it #anyway #just some musings in a solo #i've had this in my drafts for ages #is this relevant to much?? not rly #did i write it anyway?#yes #hopefully it explains a bit about her mindset/personality currently #and sets up for future development #when is a monster not a monster

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cola-fucking-losers · 5 years

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as promised heres the stupid thing-

Edd was definitely chubby, he can't deny that. In fact, he's pretty sure there's a lot of times where he feels bad about it, before he starts to get over it. Not until there was an afternoon he and Matt got into a heated debated about the meaning of 'Thicc' and why is it a trend.

Matt of course lost, seeming that he lacked the braincells to really process everything. It brought satisfaction to Edd, but he did start to wonder if he was considered 'Thicc'

No, he wasn't talking about having large hips and an ass so curved you can search for its equation. He was wondering if he, a grown man who probably has diabetes, can look nice wearing tight clothes. Specifically, ones for below that always bring out the curves on people.

Tom pointed this out first, joking about it before Edd's brain started to overanalyze it. So now Edd has to go through a phase where he's angry at Tom for that.

Matt decided to say "Why don't you try some on?" Before shoving some clothes onto the brunette's face. He huffs, and tosses them away, refusing to participate.

He cringes at the shorts he was given, it looked uncomfortably tight. And the stockings were no good either because there's no way in hell he was gonna wear fishnet stockings. He picked up a tight pair of jeans, and he was pretty sure those belonged to Mark, so he tossed them away too. He picks up....he picks up a piece of underwear that he quickly deleted from his memory.

Everything looked either uncomfortably compact, or looked like something you'd find in an adult-themed clothe shop. Edd tossed them all away.

Matt had to pick them up, offended. "Why won't you put them on?"

And before Edd could explain why you can't just suddenly recommend someone to wear something uncomfortably explicit, Mark explained it himself. "Those look like they're for stripping rather than making Edd feel nice."

It's times like these Edd forgives Mark and the times he was rudely sarcastic.

Matt hums, before he dashed back into his room. And once the Red-head returns, he was carrying a smaller stack of clothes. He sets them down, and lets Edd examine.

And finally, he finds some clothes that looked nice and comfortable, without making him look like someone who's about to work in a strip club.

Edd's fingers traced the outside of a piece of shorts. "Well-...I guess I'll try them."

He wasn't really the type to even consider wearing something that even tried to hug his skin. He'd rather wear large clothes that were loose. But trying wouldn't hurt...right?

Actually it did, a bit. He first wanted to try some jeans. They didn't look TOO tight, so he figured he'd try that first on. And he regrets it.

It took what felt like hours to even properly shove his whole left leg in. He had to stop to catch his breath, and then he struggled again just so he can lift up the hem up to his waist.

Though the battle tested his patience, he won. He successfully put on the jeans. He felt like he deserved a price, so he steps out his room. And walking unto the kitchen, he passes Eduardo who was busy cooking and grabs a can of cola from the fridge.

After chugging the whole can down, he hears a curse word. Edd raises an eyebrow. The Hispanic dropped a plate, but it thankfully landed on a rug. He quickly picks it up.

Eduardo to gulps as he forced his eyes to not move. Ironic, because he usually tried to avoid anyone's gaze at all, but right now was a crucial moment for him to not even spare a quick glance at whatever the fuck was hugging Edd's legs so tightly.

He turns back to cooking, And Edd shrugs whatever happened and walks back to his room. And once the door closes, he curses internally. He completely forgot to ask Eduardo if he looked okay.

He ignores the thought, because he's pretty sure Eduardo is just gonna throw an insult at him.

That was proven the next morning when he put on a pair of shorts. They were tight, but with a hoodie on he felt...cute?

Whatever it was, he felt nice, and his legs felt less warm.

He walks in the kitchen that morning, hoping to make some cereal. And as soon as he did, Eduardo drops a plate. "SHIT!"

Edd was thankful he decided to stack up on plastic plates instead, because if that was glass he could've brought wrath on the Hispanic. Eduardo quickly picks up the plate, and frowns. "Damn it- I just washed this-" He curses, before he places it in the sink again.

"You okay?" Edd casually asks, walking up to the Hispanic. The man was stiff. If looks could kill, he's pretty much trying to melt the plate he was holding with that scowl of his as he aggressively scrubs it.

"fine."

That was not fine. He wouldn't even look at him.

"cool- uhm.." Edd fixes his shorts a little "Does this look okay on me?" Eduardo turns, but quickly focuses back on the plate.

"Looks terrible."

Edd frowns, mostly because that's such an Eduardo thing to do, but also, ouch. The confidence he had earlier had long disappeared, so he just throws whatever comeback he had and goes back to his room. He tears the shorts away, and shoves his normal brown pants on.

But still, Edd can get pretty heated too. He didn't spend thirty minutes trying to shove clothes on just to get insulted like that.

So the next morning, he still placed some shorts back on. And while it took him awhile, he forced himself to force doubts away, and puts on some white socks that reached past his knees, just a few inches away from the end of his shorts.

He stomps to the kitchen, and was going to prove that he does NOT look terrible. Edaurdo gives him one short look, before he turns away..again.

Edd almost looked childish when he huffed angrily. "L o s e r."

He whispered loudly. Just to grab Eduardo's attention. And what better way to grab it than calling him that? It always gets on his nerves quickly.

The Hispanic turns back again, fuming. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Edd grins. Eduardo just shoots a glare, and turns away again. Nope, nuh uh. Edd ain't taking that.

"losersayshuh" "Huh?"

Edd laughs, while he lets Eduardo slowly process what just happened.

"Motherfucker- how dare you!" He finally got his full attention "That's not fair!" "Yes it was." Edd replies. "No it wasn't! I want a rematch!" Eduardo demands.

"Okay-" The Brit had his chance "Loser doesn't say these shorts looks good on me." The Hispanic stares. Then blinks.

"Are you seriously upset about yesterday." "You were upset for years over a painting."

Eduardo nods, closing his eyes. He lets out a frustrated sigh.

"That's fair."

He finally looks at Edd's legs. The Brit swore, the longer Eduardo looked, the more he begins to look sweaty. Then before staring back into his eyes, "Your shorts looks okay."

It wasn't what Edd exactly wanted, but whatever, he'll take it. "HAH! Not so terrible now huh?"

Eduardo smirks. "I said 'tear-able'. I feel pretty bad for the poor shorts." He crosses his arms. Edd starts pouting again. "It's not my fault I'm Dummy Thick!"

The Hispanic chokes on his spit. "Dummy what now-"

Edd was just joking, but the way Eduardo's face flushed made him want to go further.

"I'm dummy thick, and you can never achieve the peak physique of having these babies." He slaps his own thigh. Which was like- a bit painful. He can see a light red mark on his pasty skin, but that was his fault.

"How dare you- I might not have an ass but at least I've got legs to make up for it!!" Eduardo kicks up high, causing a plate edging off the counter to get flipped up before landing on the floor loudly. "Geez-" Edd picks it up himself "that's the third plate you dropped this week." Eduardo just grumbles something in another language as he snatches the plate back. Edd simply hummed, and slaps his thigh again.

"Ow-"

Why did he even do that? "Why did you even do that?" Eduardo repeats.

"Good question!" Edd finger-guns "I have no idea."

Eduardo rolls his eyes as he kneels, just so he can inspect the mark on Edd's thighs. The Brit blinks, before he subtly drags his eyes somewhere. Looking down currently gave him...suggestive ideas of how else the view could look.

The Hispanic snickers at the mark. "It looks like what happens if dalmatians were white and red-" He pokes, then he pauses. He pokes again. Edd looks back and gives him an odd look.

The Tan brunette stares a little longer, before full on grabbing Edd's thigh.

"Oh my fucking god?" Eduardo whispered, squishing a bit. Edd squeaks, slapping the hand away. "Holy crap- I knew you were soft- not that soft-....?" Eduardo almost laughs.

"It was like holding a pillow! I was right! You really are just a marshmallow!" Edd flushed pink a little. "What? Were you expecting me to feel like a cracker?"

Eduardo shrugged "It's not easy to have an idea if you barely show skin. All I ever seen you wear are long sleeves and pants. I've only seen you shirtless once." He stands up and pat's the Brit's shoulder. "It's okay, pudgy. Maybe one day you will gain SOME muscles."

Edd slaps the hand away, offended. "At least I'm SOFT and good for cuddling." Eduardo gives a manic grin. "So like..a tEDDy bear?"

The Brit starts hitting Eduardo while he laughs, trying to back away. "That was a pun!!That's my job! I'm gonna break your kneecaps!!" Edd yells. "Oh come on- At least it wasn't an insult."

He stops, and huffs. "I mean..okay. I guess." He sighs "You wanna cuddle my thighs next and call them shitty leg pillows?" Eduardo replies with "Really?"

Which was the least expected thing Edd heard- because as far as he knows, he was just joking.

"...Yeah- sure. If you wanna nap on here, then go crazy." He says. Because who is he to complain? It's free cuddles. Plus he never really had someone place their head down there, so this is a first.

"Okay- but- Breakfast—" "Breakfast can wait. Thigh Snuggles" "that sounds very suggestive." "And comfy." "But the fucking breakfast Eddie-" "It can w a i t."

The Paler brunette was already dragging Eduardo to the living room. Edd sat comfortably on the floor, and pats his lap. Eduardo stared awkwardly before he glares sideways. "Really? Now you're gonna be a tsundere?" "I am NOT-..!"

Eduardo just pouts more. Edd gives a stoic look.

"Just get over here."

The Hispanic grumbles, and reluctantly sits near. All what's left was him lying...his head...down..there.

It just sounded so...something a couple would do. And as far as Eduardo was aware, they aren't one. Edd didn't seem to care though, because he took the liberty to gently pulling Eduardo down, and set his head down on his lap.

Oh god- he's doing it. He's resting his head on someone's thighs, and it's Edd, out of all people. Not that he was complaining, it's just not what he really expected. The Brit starts to play with his hair, humming a little.

Eduardo let's his eyes shut. Edd found It adorable. Not that he's gonna say that out loud.

"Are you fucking humming despacito-" He growls, and starts to rise up. The Brit laughs and tries to keep Eduardo back down. "I didn't notice! I'll just sing something else.." He ponders a bit.

"When you try your best but-" "NO."

Edd laughs as Eduardo tries to scramble away like a cat again. "But It's a good song! Come ooon-" He tried to sound upset, but he just snorts.

"You just wanna sing memes!" "Maybe so- but come on. Is it NOT a good song?"

The Hispanic grunts as he crosses his arms. But he did let his head fall back to Edd's lap again. "Fine- But only sing the other parts." Edd shook his head. "Nuh uh- I can't hit those notes." "You don't even have to- you just have to sing it-" "Says the guy who's been blessed with a good singing voice!"

Eduardo turns to glare at Edd. "Pillsbury- I want you to shut the fuck up and sing. I've heard worse, and It took me years to even speak fluent English, so don't give me that shit." Then he smirks. "Unless...you're too much of a pussy to do it?"

Edd frowns. "You're not helping. I am NOT gonna sing it." "Come on- It's just the other verses." Eduardo reaches up to pinch the Brit's cheeks. "My singing isn't even good...!"

There was pause. Before Eduardo takes a deep breath. "..If you never try you'll never know, Just what you're worth.." "Did you just-" But Edd gets cut off..

"Lights will guide you home.." "I'm not gonna sing Eduardo-" "And ignite your bones.." "You can't make me continue-"

Eduardo just stares up, waiting for Edd to continue the lines. And what seemed to be a good minute, Edd frowns, and sighs, giving in.

"And I will try..to fix you." Eduardo shoots Edd with a grin, and they both continue the song.

"Tears stream down your face, When you lose something you cannot replace-" Edd tries to not laugh, but he did find it a bit ridiculous. Still, they moved forward.

"Tears stream sliding your face, And I--...." Wow- They actually sound pretty good. The Brit watches as Eduardo's eyes shut close again. But he was still smiling, and singing along.

"Tears stream down your face, I promise you I will learn from all my mistakes." The paler brunette also lets his eyes flutter close.

"Tears stream down your face, And I--..." The same line was repeated, but Edd was pretty sure he let himself get carried away, and he tried to be extra while singing that part. But hey- who cares?

"Lights will guide you home, And ignite your bones..."

Edd opens his eyes, and Eduardo does the same.

"..And I will try to fix you.."

They gave each other a small smile, until of course, one of them have to ruin it. Edd noticed this pattern.

"Sappy." "I sang better."

They stare a little longer. Then Edd breaks into a fit of giggles. "Yeah, you did." Eduardo only beamed.

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