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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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When Are You Gonna Come Down

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Aftercare; implied rough sex, but no sex is shown; implied lack of previous aftercare; nonsexual nudity; fluff; not beta-read

Summary: "Let's get you cleaned up," He urges against your skin. "C'mon."

You hesitate before you nod, scooching toward the edge of the bed. Bradley gets up with you, taking hold of your hand and guiding you down the hall. You follow, blinking a little blearily.

You're usually in your car by now. You're usually pulling over to take a deep breath, to calm yourself down, to settle.

"Slow down."

"I'm fine."

"Just hang on—"

You don't heed his order, already sitting up—and nearly falling back as your head spins. Your gut swoops with panic as you brace your hands on the bed, sucking in a nervous breath.

"Holy crap," You mumble.

"I told you." He's chuckling, but it isn't a mean sound. Bradley scoots closer to you, gathering you back against his chest and easing you to lay down. You sag back against him, head still throbbing as stars crowd your eyes.

"You always in such a hurry afterward?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," You grumble.

"I would, for next time. May tie you down, head it off at the pass."

"I'd like to see you try."

"I'm in the Navy, sweatpea. I can tie a mean knot."

You can't help but smile a little as he gently smooths beads of sweat back from your forehead, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"You alright?" He asks. "You want something to eat or drink?"

"I should go."

"Wait a little bit." His hand slides down, smoothing down the slope of your shoulder. "Just...Come down properly, huh? I'm not gonna send you out all wired."

"I'm used to it."

It falls out of your mouth, and it's chased by harrowing silence. His fingers never waiver in their tender stroking of your skin.

"You shouldn't be," He finally murmurs. "You shouldn't split so fast."

"It's normal."

"It's not right."

"I can handle it."

"...I don't mean to be rude," He hedges, "But you just tried to get off of my bed and nearly dropped back down immediately."

"I'm just a little lightheaded."

"I know. I was rough."

"I wasn't complaining."

"I know." He leans into it. You can't see his eye roll, but you can hear it. You open your mouth to argue again, but he lowers his head, dotting your neck with tender kisses. You let your eyes slide closed, feeling yourself become putty in his arms. He carefully props the two of you up after a few minutes. You draw in a nervous breath, waiting for your head to spin, for the room to tip sideways…But it never comes.

"Feelin' alright?" He murmurs.

"Mhm."

"Let's get you cleaned up," He urges against your skin. "C'mon."

You hesitate before you nod, scooching toward the edge of the bed again. Bradley gets up with you, taking hold of your hand and guiding you down the hall. You follow, blinking a little blearily.

You're usually in your car by now. You're usually pulling over to take a deep breath, to calm yourself down, to settle. You follow Bradley into the bathroom, leaning against the counter as he starts the shower up. He glances at you now and again, seeming to want to check on you before he draws you takes you by the hand, leading you into the stall. You sigh at the feeling of the warm spray, tipping your head under the stream and feeling yourself relax further. Bradley curls up behind you, dropping kisses to your shoulders before he takes hold of the soap. It's a moment before you feel him smoothing your hands over your back. You brace your slightly-shaking arms against the tiled walls, relaxing as Bradley cleans your body reverently.

You reach for the soap, determined to do the same, but—

"Nn-nn," He hums, smoothing his hands along your arms until he's intertwining your fingers. "This is about you."

It makes you shiver. The brush of his lips, and his steady, sweat insistence.

"You took me so well, you know that?" He murmurs against the shell of your ear. "So fucking sweet, baby. You felt so fucking good."

The praise melts over you like warm butter. You whimper softly, fingers against his.

"Took care of me, just like I needed," He adds, giving your hands a squeeze. "Now it's my turn to take care of you."

You think that it'll end at the shower—that Bradley will shove some clothes at you and nudge you out to your car with a kiss. But there you are, sitting at the counter, wearing your underwear and one of his old t-shirts, and chowing down on the best damn grilled cheese you've ever had. Before you can completely finish the first one, Bradley's tipping another one onto your plate. You glance up guiltily, but he just smiles, turning back to the stove.

"You can have it," You offer.

"Nu-uh," He waves you off. "That's yours. I'll make another one."

"...You don't have to be this nice, you know."

"This isn't a have to, this is a want to. Although," He glances at you over his shoulder, "If you're that used to taking it and no one taking care of you afterward, that's not okay."

"I don't do it a lot," You shrug, "But when I do, it's just, like...I don't know. It's quick. I don't think about it."

"That why you're so used to running?"

"I guess."

Bradley glances back toward you, and you hurriedly look down, taking up the grilled cheese and stuffing a bite into your mouth.

"Does running feel good?"

"...Not really," You mumble around the food.

"Then don't run next time."

"I didn't run this time."

"You tried to."

He's got you there. You raise your thumb, sucking a few crumbs and melted butter off before you glance at Bradley again. You find him watching you with gentle curiosity.

"...I'll let up once you finish that," He nods to the grilled cheese and the glass of water beside your plate. You consider, looking down at the plate and poking a few crumbs.

"Is it okay if I sleep here?" You ask.

You don't dare meet his eye. You hear turn the stove off, and the sound is chased by the steady padding of his feet. You feel the heat of him at your side, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him place a hand against the counter.

And then—he presses a tender kiss to your cheek. Your eyes slip shut, lips pulling with a smile as he murmurs,

"More than okay with it, sweetpea."

"You're a real romantic, Bradshaw. And you know what," You hold up the rest of the sandwich. "This grilled cheese isn't half-bad."

#Bradley Bradshaw x Reader #Bradley Bradshaw x You #Bradley Bradshaw/Reader #Bradley Bradshaw/You #Bradley Bradshaw fic #Bradley Bradshaw imagine #When Are You Gonna Come Down

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cod-z · 27 days

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[NSFW 18+] Pegging Series (Anon Reveal)

Your media consumption isn't my responsibility | TW: NSFW 18+, Title itself explanatory

Pairing(s): John Price x Stoic!Reader

| One-shots | A/N: My anon reveal and brain-rot. For those who knows said story, yes, I am THAT anon from said blog

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Price sits at his desk, pen in hand as he glares at the stack of paperwork in front him, the old man already getting tired of doing this on a daily basis. Though his mind is somewhere far than where it should be, ever since he and Simon had that fight and that… session with Stoic!Reader.

Price was so used to being the giver than the receiver, especially with this sort of thing happening to him, the one person he allowed to even touch him there was Simon and that was only on rare occasions when he needed to be grounded again.

The filthy image of when he was controlled like that replayed in his mind like some sort of parasite, infesting within him, making him clench his pen harder.

Poor Captain was getting hot and bothered, thinking about how Stoic!Reader relished in him without mercy and not even thinking about the consequences that were to follow, if he were to ever give Stoic!Reader some sort of punishment (he didn’t).

Dropping his pen and placing his elbows, on the table next to the mountain of paper in front of him, before burying his face into his hands. The oddity of what had happened was just surreal to him and the fact that Simon had went along with it (fuck, he loved taking control) just made his half-erection twitch in his pants.

Though the sound of Gaz and Soap moaning and pleading in the next room didn’t help at all.

The two Sergeants have been going to Stoic!Reader for release for the couple of weeks since they were back on base, normally the two would go to him or Simon but even Simon had asked Stoic!Reader for help with his sexual release. From what Price could see, Stoic!Reader liked/enjoyed being top, the giver barely being the receiver (hell, they didn’t even care if they didn’t cum).

No wonder Price finds himself in front of Stoic!Reader’s Office door after the session with Garrick and MacTavish, he assumed they were already taken care of and are asleep (like they always do whenever they had these sessions), fucked till they pass out.

Lifting a shaky fist, he knocks. Now, he doesn’t know what had happened but he finds himself over Stoic!Reader’s lap (mainly on the bed) and his mouth gagged.

“Do you want to disobey my orders, Captain?” voice so stoic and commanding even if it was just a question.

Price didn’t answer, a chance to prove that he was supposed to be the sole giver, the one who has control and he wasn’t letting it go without a fight, he’s proving that Stoic!Reader isn’t the alpha of his team’s pleasure. Though the cold, slimy feeling of lube hits his back, not realising his shirt had been taken off.

Price held back a whimper that caught in his throat at the sudden coldness and the sound of his belt being undone swiftly with one hand, before he felt his pants being pushed to his knees, the lube trailing down his side. Stoic!Reader uses two fingers to gather some of it up and gently rubs it against his rim, painfully slow, teasing their poor Captain.

“Ah, ah, only good Captains get rewarded,” growling into the gag, Price tries to move himself backwards, in hopes to catch your fingers to go in him, needing to control the situation. But you pull away, his head slumping against the bed as he fights back to whine in desperation, his hard cock already leaking pre-cum onto Stoic!Reader’s thighs, dampening the fabric :(

Price felt the smoothness of Stoic!Reader’s palm hit his right ass-cheek, making him groan into the gag and his body tense at the sudden impact. The disappointed tongue clicks making him slightly shrink in his place.

“Captain, I thought you were trained to be better than this,” Stoic!Reader stares blankly at him. He couldn’t see the stare but he could feel it, he felt so pathetic and so needy but at this point, he doesn’t know what he wants. His body ached for pleasure but at the same time, he wanted control, being Captain for so long, having that power was something he couldn’t live without. “Are you a good Captain?”

Shit. He used those words towards his team. Why was that question so good, hearing it from somebody else?

He squirms in place trying to get a small amount of friction against his weeping cock on Stoic!Reader’s bedsheets, which earns him another spank but this time on the left cheek, another groan leaving his throat. “Answer the question.”

Stoic!Reader’s other hand tugs at his hair, lifting his head up to hear him clearly (even if the gag was in the way.).

Price’s will to fight for any form of control digress, whimpering a pathetic ‘yes’ into the gag, before yelping at the sudden intrusion of his asshole. Stoic!Reader finally dives their index and middle finger into his ass, slowly but reaching deep inside him, making him moan into his gag, his toes curling at the slightest pleasure he receives. “Good Captain. Now let’s see if you can be good till you cum, at least twice on my fingers, yeah?”

Oh shit—

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luckbealincoln · 10 months

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omgg u stay feeding us. but 60 and 221 give me such din vibes like… not being able to resist the need to provide. Anyways lovely chapter as always, continue doing ur magic bae🫶

Going Through The Motions

pairing : din djarin x f!mechanic!reader

word count : 1.4k

summary : mando visits you regularly for "ship maintenance." you know what to expect at this point.

warnings, etc : smut, light angst, masturbation, floor sex, fwb!mando, p in v sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, mando has weird dirty talk, the helmet stays on, creampie, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you REALLY squint, definietly an unhealthy relationship, mando is over protective but also refuses to commit lmao, toxic relationship

a/n : i uhhhhh took a lot of liberties with this request lmao, but i loved writing this little blurb (i made this strangely sad?? it sort of happened naturally lmao), it's nice to write a slightly different version of din than what i normally do, enjoy and i hope you like it !! :) this is my first time taking requests or posting anything that isn't bks so I'd love feedback!!

“I shouldn’t allow myself to get so close to you.” He murmurs in your ear as your back slams against the side of the exterior of the Crest. It’s a funny thing for him to say when his erection is pressed against your hip.

“You say that everytime you come around.” Your fingers find the familiar notches in his armor as you begin to hastily tug at them.

“And I mean it everytime.” His hands find purchase on your thighs as he yanks you upwards, you’ve danced this dance dozens of times at this point, everytime he stops in for maintenance on his rust-bucket of a ship you two do this. He mumbles something about it being the last time and you laugh it off, knowing it’s never true.

This time there wasn’t even anything wrong with his ship.

You’d done a full sweep, double checked everything, not a single thing was out of place.

It was probably cold in space. Maybe he just got lonely.

He hauls you into the ship, your legs wrapped around his waist. He’s punching numbers into a keypad and the main door is shutting with a creak.

Where will he decide to take you this time?

Most of the time he just pressed you up against a wall or tossed you into his cot. Sometimes if he was feeling patient you’d get all the way to the cockpit. Once he’d done you on top of a few boxes he was transporting.

This time he doesn’t get more than a few steps before he’s laying you down on the floor.

This is new. Someone's feeling impatient.

He’s hastily tugging down the zipper on his flight suit while your hands find the buttons on your overalls, his visor is trained on your figure as you manage to shimmy out of the denim, tossing it aside. He crawls forward on his knees, already stroking himself, hovering above you, his gloves discarded off to the side.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to get a good look at him. His free hand grabs the hem of your panties, shredding them like paper as he tosses the thin fabric behind you.

“Dickhead! I’m running out of underwear, you have to stop that.” You slap his shoulder but he only chuckles.

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

“You say that every time too.” You're unclasping your bra, setting it down next to you before he gets a chance to destroy that too.

“I will this time, promise.” He gasps softly, letting his thumb slide over the ruddy tip of his cock. His freehand is spreading your thighs open. “Touch yourself, I wanna see.”

“So bossy.” You mutter as you let your hands roam down your body before settling between your legs. Dipping your fingers into your already pooling wetness before circling your clit, slow and steady strokes.

“That’s good… good girl, want my fingers?” His tone is light and teasing as he pushes two fingers into your mouth before you answer. No sense in protesting, you’ll be begging him for this eventually, why wait. Your tongue wraps around them as best as possible, coating them in saliva. Once he’s satisfied he brings them between your legs. “Keep touching that pretty little clit while I do this.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” He sinks his fingers into your cunt as you continue your own ministrations, a familiar wave of pleasure washing over you.

“My sweet thing. Look so pretty like this, on the floor of my ship, wanna keep you right here, make you feel this good all the time.” Your back arches against him, almost to prove his point.

He always talks like this.

In the moment he’s always so possessive, always says such preposterous things, promises and offers of a life together. The first time, when the words had slipped out a sense of hope had bubbled in your chest, a palpable joy that you were finally gonna get off this backwater planet.

You had cried yourself silly when he had left an hour later without a word.

He had left and he had taken his empty promises with him.

Then he came back, and that time you let him say what you assume he needs to say to get off. The sex was good so why change the dynamic. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it.

Speaking of good sex, you’re snapped out of your thoughts by your climax. It’s sudden and he practically forces itself out of you as he curls his fingers, stroking that spot inside of you as you ride out your orgasm. Once he’s satisfied he withdraws his digits, spreading your wetness across his length before notching himself at your entrance.

“Do you want this, sweet thing? Want me to fill you up?” There’s that gravely desperation you’re used to.

You’d love to ask what the deal with that is.

His hopeless need to be wanted.

He was always like this. Like clockwork, at first you thought that it must have just been another thing he needed to get off. Then it became deeper than that.

“You need me, tell me- fuck- tell me you need me, please sweet thing.”

“What?” You had mumbled through your haze as he rocked his hips into you.

“Tell me how badly you need me. I’ll take care of you, you just have to tell me.”

It’s strange. You’ve already gotten off more than enough times and he had never been one to overstimulate you, he was always generous to the point of comfort, never more.

That’s what this relationship was about.

Comfort and getting off. It was never about necessity or obligation.

“I-I need you.” You stammer out, still a little confused.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He gasps out, pulling out to finish on your stomach.

That was the first time he had held you afterwards. Wrapped you up in his arms and whispered to you. Told you he would keep you safe, make sure you were okay, and most importantly, that as long as he was around that you would be cared for.

He was gone within the hour.

Now this was the routine.

He needed to be needed.

And even though it hurt to give him the first few times, (that gnawing pain you had the first time he had made promises was back.) you got used to this too.

“Lost in thought, sweetie?” He brings you back to reality. Your eyes settle on his helmet.

“Sorry… I need you Mando, please.” He needs to hear it, and you don’t mind saying it, to an extent.

You do need him, you don’t get out enough because you’re always working. He’s one of the only people you get to talk to.

Those words spur him on, he sinks himself into your heat, your moans whiny and breathy.

“Fuck- I know, I know you need this, you need me, my sweetheart, needs me to take care of them.”

“Y-yes, Mando, need you…” His thrusts immediately pick up, he maintains a brutal pace as he continues his ramblings. Demanding your praise.

After a few minutes his thrusts start getting sloppier.

“Want me to finish inside?” He’s panting frantically, his hands grip your waist to slam you into him. “Want me to fill you up?”

Why not, you can buy a pill tomorrow.

“Yes, I need it, please Mando I need you to cum inside me.” You squeak out, that’s all it takes. You finish one more time before he buries himself completely in your cunt, his seed spills out between the two of you.

He collapses in a heap on top of you, the both of you panting in unison.

He goes through the motions, you’re used to the motions.

He holds you against him, rolling over so you’re on top. His fingers play with your hair aimlessly as he mumbles some sort of praise you don’t catch.

And he’s gone within the hour.

You’re standing in the shop in your overalls, watching the Crest until it disappears completely.

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A few more moons pass. Days come and go. You don’t expect to see him again for a few months, he normally wouldn’t stop by until he had finished several bounties, or if his ship was in desperate need of repair. So it’s a bit shocking when a week passes and the Razor Crest is landing in your shipyard again.

You wipe a bit of grease from your hands with a loose rag, brushing your hair out of your face once the engines shut off. The main door hisses before slowly lowering to the ground. He stands at the top of the entrance, walking towards you, tossing you a package wrapped in a paper bag. You cock an eyebrow at him, he’s standing next to you by the time you tear it open.

12 Pack : Cotton Panties.

This isn’t part of the motions.

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midnightreid · 2 years

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Needy Boy | Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie Munson isn't feeling himself, and when you find out your needy boy just wants you, you give him everything he desires.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ Sub Eddie Munson getting pegged by soft dom reader, with handjobs, slight choking, cock rings, nipple play, face slapping, and anal plugs, weed-smoking, unprotected sex, the reader has no specific genitalia so it can be either p in v or p in the ass!

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This is my first pegging fic, and it's pure filth so I hope you enjoy it!

PLEASE REBLOG FOR MORE EDDIE MUNSON FICS!

Eddie wasn’t always the most touchy-feely guy. Sure, he liked to have you close, wanted to be able to hold your hand or rest his knuckle on your thigh, but he was never one for constant displays of affection.

Except sometimes Eddie had bad weeks where not even music or weed could fix his mood. Sometimes he needed a different release that many wouldn't consider “normal” in the eyes of society. And on those weeks, he’d be the neediest man you’d ever meet, wanting to be close as possible to you, with your body in his lap, his hands on your skin and lips against your neck.

Tonight was exactly like that. He’d been quiet for most of the night, and you could tell he was tired from the way he was slumped against the couch when you entered his trailer. When he saw you come through the door, he didn’t hesitate to reach out for you, tattooed arms extended in your direction, brown eyes wide and hair a mess.

“Hey, Eddie. You okay baby?” Once you dropped your bag, you went right to him, letting him pull you down into his lap so he could nuzzle his face into the crook of his neck. He didn’t answer, just tightened his arms around you as you let your hand run through the messy strands of brown hair. You weren’t worried about his behaviour, you knew he could be like this sometimes and he just needed to be with you for a bit, but you also knew he wouldn’t come out of this funk unless he opened up. “Eddie, c’mon darling, look at me.”

Eddie doesn’t want to at first, but when your finger comes underneath his chin to tilt his head up, he catches your gaze with red-rimmed eyes and a small pout on his face. You watched him, noticed that his gaze never stayed long on your face like it normally would, and you could feel his fingers playing with the hem of your jumper, something he did when he was too caught up in his head to focus on anything else.

“You know, Wayne told me you’d finished all your finals, and that a lot of the teachers thought you’d done well this year. They think you’ll graduate with the rest of us this summer.” You thought that would catch his attention, but Eddie just shrugged, letting his head drop again, lips going straight to the skin of your neck to kiss it gently. “Well then, baby, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need.” He huffs, but nods slowly, teeth scratching slightly against your pulse point, making your heart jump a beat.

“I just need…I’m so wound up. I can’t sleep and weed isn’t helping and I just want you here with me.” Eddie’s hands are on your ass then, squeezing and trying to pull you closer even though there was no space between the two of you. You knew exactly what he needed then, feeling his hot breath against the crook of your neck and with his fingers digging into the material of your jean shorts, you hummed for a moment, letting him fondle you as he wanted. “I really need you…fuck sweet I…” He could barely speak, but all you could do was grin, and finally give him that kiss he’d been yearning for.

It was sweet and slow to start, letting Eddie warm up to it and letting him take his time, but soon he’s pushing against you, hips lifting in earnest and you have to grab onto his shoulders so that you don’t topple off his lap. He catches you with ease, hand up the back of your shirt and caressing the skin of your lower back and fumbling with the waistband of your shorts. But you have to stop him, gently tugging at his hair and calling his name to get his attention. When he finally pulls away and looks at you, his mouth has formed a deep frown, and it takes everything you have to not kiss it off.

“Hey, hang on baby. If I’m going to make you better, we’ve gotta move to the bedroom. As much as I love you, I’m not fucking you on the couch.” Eddie’s mouth drops open then as you expected it to, and for a moment he freezes, then simply utters out a bewildered phrase.

“You’re…you’re going to fuck me?” You laugh at the fact that that’s the only thing he can focus on, but nod and pull him off the couch with you, hands sliding underneath his shirt to brush over his nipples and tattoed skin.

“Of course baby boy, you do remember I hid my strap in your cupboard, right?” He nods, eyes bright and wide with excitement, and he can’t stop pawing at you as you lead him to the bedroom. “Well, seeing as you liked me using it last time, I think maybe, tonight might be another good night for it. On two conditions, you let me focus on you, and only you, and when I ask you to use words, you do.” You’re in the bedroom by then, and you’ve pushed him down onto the double bed that’s pushed against the wall, before turning back to the cupboard and finding your strap and various other sex toys in the plastic container right at the bottom.

You don’t use them often, the both of you enjoy just the pleasure of hands and warmth more than plastic pieces, but when you need a big release, you won’t hesitate to bring out a vibrator. In this case, you’ve grabbed the black metal cock ring, the silver plug and your black dildo with the maroon straps, along with the bottle of lube you keep in there.

Eddie’s watching you in the mirror, bottom lip between his teeth and his legs splayed out in front of him. He can’t take his eyes off you, and when you return to the bed with the toys, he lets out a small whine, already so eager to let you take care of him.

“Okay, pretty boy, tell me what your safewords are.” You kneel before him on the bed and watch him carefully.

“Red to completely stop, yellow to slow down, and green to keep going.” He doesn’t even hesitate to repeat the rules, and you smile at him, proud that he’s not arguing about it for once.

“Good boy, now strip for me, sweetheart, and maybe you’ll get a reward.” His shirt is off in a moment, flung across the room, and he lifts his hips to unbuckle his bet, undo the buttons of his jeans and shuck them off, followed by his socks. He goes for his briefs then, and that’s when you stop him. “Actually, I’ve changed my mind. Keep them on for now.” Your hands go straight for the skin of his chest, fingertips tracing the ink of his tattoos, relishing in the way he shivers against your touch. His hands stay beside him on the bed, because he knows he doesn’t have permission to touch you yet, and when your mouth suddenly covers one of his nipples, his hands ball into fists.

Eddie lurches up into your touch, and you can already tell he’s extremely needy, and he won’t last long tonight without some intervention. But that’s fine with you, the longer they wait, the bigger the release, and when your other hand tweaks his left nipple and pulls a groan out of his mouth as his eyes shut tight, you can’t help but grin.

“Sweetheart, please, stop with the teasing.” His voice is soft, but it’s clear he wants you to get on with it. You let go of his nipple, and look up at him with a cruel smirk, tapping your fingers over his lean torso while you tut.

“You know, I don’t remember you saying you were going to take charge tonight. I mean, by all means, honey, you want this all to stop, then that’s fine, but push me like that again, and you might not get the relief you want.” You’re in his lap then, and chuckle softly when he swallows the lump in his throat. He is enjoying this, you both know it, but Eddie can be impatient. You kiss him again finally, mouth hot and heavy against his, and when your hand moves to the inside of his briefs to grip his already hard cock, he moans against your mouth.

You thumb the tip, watching a bead of precum slowly drip out to soak the material of his briefs, and after a heady whine from Eddie, you finally decide to give him some relief.

“Now, here’s what I’m planning, baby. I’ll let you come with the help of my hand, and then I’m going to get you ready, stretch you out for the strap. And while I do that, and while I fuck you, you’re gonna wear a cock ring so you don’t even have the chance to come again before I’m ready.” Eddie’s breathing heavy, his was thrown back against the wall and hands fisting the sheets, and you know you have him right where you want him. “Then, if you’re the perfect boy like I know you can be, I’ll let you come inside me, just like I know you enjoy. Sound good?” He’s nodding, but when you put your hand on his neck, framing his throat, he looks right at you.

“Good, yes, fuck, please baby.” Smiling, you lean in and kiss him gently, happy that he’s told you exactly how he’s feeling. You pull away to let some spit fall from your mouth and land on the tip of his dick, and with your hand using it as lube to gain some friction, you start to pump him firmly at a medium pace. He’s already so leaky, panting hotly into the air and whining against the sound of spit against his cock.

This is exactly what he needed, and you both knew that, and you both knew that it wasn’t going to take long for him to get to that edge. Eddie lurched up into your touch on a particularly harsh pump, loving the feel of your hand against his skin, and soon he was leaning against your shoulder, muttering softly.

“I’m gonna…fuck sweetheart I’m gonna come, please let me come.” You don’t hesitate to let him come, kissing his neck softly as he comes into your hand, covering it in his sticky release. His hands are on you then, clinging to your waist and trying to ground himself before he becomes too overwhelmed with the various sensations. After a few moments of quiet, he expects you to grab a tissue to clean your hand, but instead, he watches in awe and fascination as you bring your hand to your mouth and let your tongue clean the remnants of his mess. “Baby, I swear you’re going to ruin me one of these days.”

“Eddie, trust me, pretty boy, ruining you would be the greatest pleasure in life. Now, lie down for me.” You’re back to your no-nonsense attitude, pressing a hand against his chest to push him down flat on the mattress, taking off his soiled briefs and throwing them in the direction of the laundry basket, and before Eddie can even say another word, you’ve stripped yourself down, your clothes discard on his floor.

He can’t help but look at you, stare at you with all the love and wonder in his eyes, and when you come back to him and straddle his legs, all he wants to do is touch you, feel you against his skin and hold you to him. But you won’t let him.

You’ve got the cock ring in your hand then, and Eddie knows it’s time for the real moment of the night.

“Are you sure about this, baby? We can stop any time and you know you can use your safeword.” You watch him, making sure he’s thinking about the question and not lying through his teeth just to please you, and when he nods while holding your gaze, you know he’s certain.

“Please baby, ruin me.” The cock ring is on him then, tight enough to stop him from coming but not too tight that it would hurt. And then you’re grabbing the lube, and as he watches with his bottom lip between his teeth in excitement, you slick your fingers up with it and coax Eddie to bend his legs up so you can sit between them.

The moment the tip of your finger circles the rim of his hole, Eddie is moaning loudly, and if you were in any other place you would have gagged him. But here in his bedroom, you couldn’t care less. He was so pretty, spread out in front of you with his hair sticking to his skin and his bottom lip kiss bitten and marks all over his chest and neck.

Slowly, you eased your finger in, one at a time with plenty of lube. Sometimes he arched up into the touch, moved his hand around for you to grab and hold, and sometimes he just babbled, mouthing against the sheets and clenching his fists. You always loved stretching him out, watching all the emotions that fluttered over his face as you sunk your fingers into him, and you knew he also enjoyed it, wouldn’t ask for it if he didn’t.

It didn’t take long to stretch him out, and by the time you had three fingers in him, he was reaching for you suddenly, pulling you into a desperate kiss that stole your breath and made your toes curl. Eddie knew he’d gone against the rules then, but he didn’t care and threw all caution to the wind, arms wrapping around your waist and nearly dislodging you from your position between your legs. His tongue was in your mouth, taking whatever it could and the kiss was messy, teeth and saliva and hot breath against soft skin. When pulled away for air, immediately a cocky smirk was on his face, and you weren’t going to let that stand.

“Oh Eddie, poor poor boy. Can’t you wait any longer? So impatient, thought you could do better.” You’re tutting, and that smirk of his still hasn’t dropped from his face, looking like the cat that got the canary. And that’s when your hand hit his cheek, a gentle smack that caused the metal head to groan with need. “Keep that behaviour up, and I’ll leave you here and get myself off without another thought for you.”

Eddie’s nodding, and he’s not protesting when you push him back against the bed, fingering him open again with new vigour. You knew he wasn’t trying to be bratty, but you knew that if you didn’t get on with your plan your boyfriend was going to have something to say very soon.

His cock was rock hard by then, and when you sneakily kissed the tip while he wasn’t watching, it had him near sobbing, eyes wet and looking right at you. You were also aching to have him inside you already, to have some relief from this torturous pleasure, and when he started speaking, you made your mind up quick.

“Please, baby, I’m ready oh fuck I’m so ready baby.” Eddie’s babbling, but you know he can’t take much more, so you move to put the strap on, on, making sure it was secure and covered in lube so you didn’t hurt your baby.

Eddie watched in unbound anticipation as you lined up to him, a pillow under his ass so you could give him the best angle, and when you slowly sunk into him, he suddenly turned into a whining mess, head rocking around and mouth falling open in pleasure. His skin was so hot, and the noises that the lube made in his hole were everything you thought it would be, and for a moment you had to stop and ground yourself, determined to make it worthwhile for him.

“There we go, pretty boy, oh, look at how well you’re taking my cock. Such a good boy for me.” Your words of praise turn his already pink cheeks even pinker, and when he looks at where the two of you are connected, he nearly loses it, eyes rolling back into his skull on a particularly hard thrust that has him seeing stars.

It’s so good, a picture-perfect image of Eddie spread out on the bed, of your cock hitting his prostate exactly like he needed, and his rock-hard cock sticking up in the air, so desperate to come. You were thrusting into him fast, thighs shaking in your position and the headboard of his bed hitting the wall every so often, and all Eddie could do was sob and whine and moan, begging for release.

But you knew you could take him that little bit further, and when you leaned over him and wrapped your hand around his neck to grip it securely, his eyes glazed over and his tongue lolled, wrapped up in a cocoon of pleasure he didn’t ever want to leave. He could still breathe fine with your hand around his throat, but the friction and the warmth of your hot skin on his sent sparks down his spine, and when you thrust into him particularly hard, he gasped, a small bead of precum leaking out of the tip of his cock.

“FUCK, baby, please I need it, I’m so close oh I can’t hold it baby please.” Eddie didn’t even notice that you’d taken the cock ring off then, too caught up in his babbling until you finally sunk down on his cock. He let out a yell then, loud and harsh against the soft wet sounds between you, and suddenly he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

You could feel him coming into you, spilling his cum against your walls and watching as you rocked against him, seeking your precious release. He went limp, only able to keep his eyes on you and just before it became too much for him, he was begging you to come.

“Please baby, show me how much you need me, let go, baby, please.” His words were soft, and his hand gripped your thigh when you came, shaking above him, mouth wide open and eyelids shut tight. It was a euphoric sight, and something Eddie always enjoyed watching, and then you were falling against him, body heaving for breath.

Neither of you spoke for a while, too exhausted to muster up the energy needed for some simple conversation. Eddie still had tears rolling down his face from his release, and you could feel his cum spilling down his thighs as he slowly exited you, leaving you empty and slightly colder.

Finally, you were able to sit up and discard the strap, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later, and slowly like a new fawn trying to walk for the first time, you hobbled to the bathroom, going to pee and grab a washcloth for the both of you.

When you come back to the bedroom, Eddie’s sitting up, a new pair of briefs on and a lit blunt between his lips. He doesn’t notice you and you watch him from the doorway for a bit, giggling slightly when he nearly drops the blunt.

“You know, when I told you to ruin me, I didn’t really expect something like that, but I think you accomplished your goal.” His arms are spread wide for you to fall into, and he can’t help but kiss your whole face. He smiles when you hand him the washcloth, quickly cleaning himself up from leftover cum on his thighs before he lets out a sigh and takes another puff. “I’m feeling much better, thank you, baby.”

“Anytime, Eds. Now, hand me the blunt, sweet thing, I think I need to relax after that.” He chuckles at your comment, but does as you command, placing the blunt between your lips and watching you take a puff. He’s leaning against your chest then, hair tickling your skin as he pulls the covers over the two of you, and that’s when you remember the last toy you pulled from the box. “Wait, shit, I forgot to use the plug.”

Eddie howls at this, too blissed out to take the comment seriously, but you just groan in disappointment.

“You might have forgotten to use it, baby, but I didn’t.” He’s got that cocky smirk on his face again, and your eyes widen when you realise what he means, hand wondering down to feel between his ass cheeks. You can feel the butt of the plug against your palm, and that nearly has you hot and bothered all over again, with Eddie just chuckling at your expression. “C’mon now, relax with me, and maybe I’ll let you fuck me again in the morning.”

He’s pulling you into him then, bodies covered by sheets and half-smoked blunt discarded to the ashtray, and you can’t help but feel tired, yawning against his chest. He’s humming some old song, lips pressed against your forehead and hand caressing your hip, warm and secure and safe, and all he can think was thank god he was so needy earlier, because now he’s got you in his arms, finally able to sleep, and he’s not letting you go.

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 1 year

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Dancing With Them

pairings: vincent x reader, bo x reader, brahms x reader

a/n: so originally i had written these separately but then i just figured i'd compile them all into one post. hope everyone likes it! <3

Vincent Sinclair

Considering the way that Vincent lives his life, spending most of his time holed up in the basement, it comes as no surprise to you that he's never really danced before. You don't really know much about his childhood, but it becomes clear to you that he's certainly out of practise when you propose the idea to him one day.

You're down in the basement with him, watching him work on one of his new projects, his classical music filling the space between you. And that's when the idea comes to you.

"Vincent?" You suddenly ask, getting his attention as he sets his tools down and turns to look at you, waiting for you to continue. "What would you say if I asked you to dance right now?"

You're aware that it's a kind of random question to suddenly throw at him, but you can't help but wonder what it would be like to dance with him.

Vincent is incredibly taken aback by your question, it hadn't ever occurred to him that he might one day end up in a situation like this with you, because let's face it, his life wasn't exactly 'normal'. He just stares at you for a moment, attempting to process your question. What would he say if you asked him to dance?

"It's okay if you don't want to." You eventually say, waving a hand at him. "Just forget I asked."

He quickly shakes his head then, stepping towards you. He isn't exactly talented when it comes to dancing, but he's willing to try for you. He coaxes you to get up, his hands sliding into yours as he maneuvers you both into a slightly clearer area of the room. Vincent found it odd to be dancing to this type of music, since he's only ever considered it to be calming music he plays whilst he works. He's never thought that anybody would want to dance to it.

You can't help but smile at him as you both stiffly move together, your feet occasionally tripping over his as he tries to guide you. It seems neither of you had much practise when it came to dancing.

Bo Sinclair

You don't even have to ask Bo to dance. If he's in the mood, he'll drag you into the garage, his hands molding into yours as he proceeds to clumsily sway to the beat with you. Of course, this doesn't last long, as within minutes, you're melting into his chest, unable to stifle your laughter from the sight that is Bo Sinclair sort of slow dancing.

"What?" He asks, tilting his head down to you, his lips brushing against the top of your head. "Are you laughin' at me?"

"No." You tell him, shaking your head as you look up at him, unable to control the grin on your face. "I'm not laughing at you."

"Is my dancin' really that bad?" He chuckles, his hands snaking around your waist as he smiles down at you.

"It's not terrible?" You try, earning a small grin from him before he slips his arm underneath your legs, lifting you off the ground with ease, his hand secure at your back.

"Well how 'bout I show you what I'm real good at?"

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms has never once danced before, even as a child he was quite reserved, so it's safe to say he's confused when he finds you dancing around in the kitchen one day whilst you're making a sandwich. Some sort of upbeat music he doesn't recognise is blaring through a speaker which he once heard you call 'Alexa', and you're swaying your body along with the beat, completely unaware that Brahms is standing in the doorway, his head tilted to the side as he tries to understand what's happening here.

When you finally turn around to find him standing there watching you, you're not overly shocked. This has just become part of your daily life now, Brahms appearing randomly without ever announcing himself to you, so you simply chuckle, asking him what's wrong as he clearly seems to have been confused by something.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Making a sandwich?"

He quickly shakes his head at you, gesturing a hand towards your body. "No, not that."

"Dancing?" You question, confused as to why he's even asking.

Brahms was no stranger to the concept of dancing, despite never partaking in the activity himself, but he was almost certain it involved more than just one person for it to be even remotely enjoyable.

"Do you wanna dance, Brahms?" You finally ask, a grin forming on your lips as you slowly approach him.

He absolutely does not want to dance, but he would honestly do anything you asked if it meant being close to you, so he gives you a slow nod in response, urging you to come closer to him, your fingers lacing with his as you pull him into the center of the kitchen, your music still playing from the speaker.

You begin moving your body in time with the beat again, watching as Brahms attempts to imitate you, his hands gently squeezing your own as he awkwardly sways to the music. It's amusing how awkward he looks whilst he tries to copy your movements, and his grip on your hands is becoming suffocating now as he continues to 'dance'. It's clear that this isn't one of his strong points, but it's okay, because you've got plenty of time to practise.

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peachy-pink-princess · 1 year

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♡Kisses with enhypen ♡

Warning: this post is slightly more mature than my other posts I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to follow!

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Heeseung: Have y'all seen his lips? I'm going feral. ♡Anyways Heeseung is a soft kisser, likes to take his time with you. Slow and steady wins the race in mind

♡ He likes to grab your chin and lift it up only to brush his lips against yours softly, teasing you and testing your patience.

♡ Heeseung prefers to kiss passionately, sure pecks are sweet and all but he is more of a menace than you expect, he wants to really show off how talented his lips are

♡ Has and will use stupid pickup lines in order to get you to kiss him

♡ " I can't taste my lips, would you be able to do it for me? "

Jay:

♡ I consider him to be one of the best at being romantic, that goes beyond kissing

♡ Even if he's a man of passion he's still only human so making out with Jay is a routine

♡ Jay is the type of kisser who enjoys you in his lap it gives him access to touch you everywhere

♡ He enjoys when his hands go to your hips not allowing you to move and hide your face when you start to blush because of him ( it really feeds his ego babe )

♡ Just as much of a menace as Heeseung, just in a different way. Jay much prefers to force you to tell him you want kisses.

♡ He'll intentionally be putting on his chapstick in front of you and smacking his lips together, knowing you'll start staring, wanting a piece of him for yourself

♡ " huh? You want something, well you have to tell me baby and then maybe you'll get it ~"

Jake:

♡ Jake does not give a damn if a kiss is passionate or not. As long as his hands are on you than who cares? Any kiss is a win to him.

♡ He craves to kiss you it's almost unhealthy. He'll beg for a single peck from you and if course they make his day

♡ If you aren't around him be definitely kisses a photo of you on his phone and counts the days until you see each other. Every day you go without kissing him means you owe him that amount of kisses. It's the rules.

♡ Isn't afraid of kissing you around the members. Even if Niki throws out a little ' ew '. To Jake everyone's just jealous of the Happy and healthy relationship you two have built. Honestly, plenty of people are jealous.

♡ One feature he knows is beautiful on himself are his lips. I mean holy shit have you seen them?!? They're pillowy, soft and plump. People dream about kissing them✋

♡ He just hopes you know how lucky you are to kiss them, so go ahead and kiss them~

♡ " hey, what's the point of complimenting my lips if you aren't going to kiss them? "

Sunghoon:

♡ Acts like he doesn't want kisses...but when you give them to him he is all smiles

♡ Sunghoon likes to kiss your hands a lot, your his princess/prince and deserve the treatment of one too

♡ Sunghoon knows he's a good kisser, and it gets him out of trouble a lot too- your scolding him for something stupid, it's hard to talk with his lips on yours. He'll distract you from the problem immediately! Works great!

♡ Smiles into kisses a lot, Sunghoon has a huge goofy side and of course those moments can come out when he kisses you especially when you two are doing something a little bit risky- like kissing at the dorms. He'll probably be smiling like a crazy person- but you can tell he's scared shitless that a member is gonna walk in- he will never be able to live it down.

♡ Two words: Morning Makeouts.

♡ " you want to kiss me? Well what's stopping you, love? Kiss me. "

Sunoo:

♡ Well yes if course you're getting a bunch with him. His favorite place to kiss those has to be your cheeks, he can squish them in his hand and give them plenty of kisses!

♡ For him he does not care if he is around the members when he kisses you, he sees no shame in being in love. It's completely normal to kiss after all!

♡ Contrary to popular beliefs I think he's a little bit more skilled in people act like he is. Sunoo may have that very innocent boy crush aesthetic sometimes but every once in awhile a sexy sunoo comes out- so I think he knows damn well how to lead his significant other while kissing

♡ Will intentionally try to tempt you into wanting to kiss him and then acts like he has no clue what you're talking about~

♡ " staring is rude you know. Why should you keep looking at my lips when you can kiss them? "

Jungwon:

♡ Quick cute kisses

♡ They serve as his good luck charm he needs them!

♡ If you aren't around him it's ok, he can kiss his phone or look at the Polaroid of the two of you kissing to feeling lucky again ( lucky to have you )

♡ You want a kiss for him? Babe you gotta work for it, he'll lift your chin up...get real close and then say "maybe later" ( he finds it hilarious/ you do not. )

♡ Jungwon is the type of kisser who if things get 'heated' he'll pull away and ask if you were ok. He wants the feedback, he wants to please to the fullest!

♡ " Was I too rough? I know I grabbed your chin a little more than usual, was it ok? "

Niki:

♡ HEAD KISSES

♡ I'm a firm believer Riki is a head/forehead kisser

♡ He's a bit embarrassed of skinship around the Hyungs but with him being so tall it's just so easy to kiss your head!

♡ If he's jealous? Head kiss. Comforting you? Head kiss. He just loves them

♡ you'll probably have to initiate most of the kisses with him just because he doesn't know if it's alright to just go ahead and kiss you

♡ If you think Sunghoon Acts like he doesn't need kisses, trust me Riki is worse. Will and has pushed you off him if you try and kiss him near the Hyungs

♡ Don't worry he makes it up with a lot of kisses after they are gone, he just wants private moments with you

♡ " sorry for earlier, but I'm gonna make it up, any kisses you want wherever you want them! "

I hope you guys enjoyed! Don't forget to follow xoxoxo

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asoullessentity · 1 year

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TIS' THE SEASON , CLASSIC SANS

♡ ,, SYPNOSIS ; It's christmas time in Snowdin!

,, CONTENT/WARNING ; Fluff

— note ; I know Christmas is over, shhhh..

You walk around snowdin, feeling the cold sting your cheeks and the back of your neck. Your hands are stuffed into your pockets to prevent the cold from seeping out and making you feel as though you’re drowning in ice. The only thing keeping you warm is the thick sweater wrapped securely around you. It’s made of a soft, fuzzy material that helps keep all of the warmth inside of you. You look down at your boots, which are coated with fresh, wet snow and your breath comes out in clouds in front of you. You looked around seeing some of the monsters of snowdin out of their houses, some of them enjoying the snow. The others decorate their houses for the holiday, but all in varying degrees of frostiness. You smiled at them before continuing on your way.

It was snowing. And this was just how normal winters were supposed to be. You walked through the snow until you arrived at a small bench that was tucked away near one of the trees, you gently brushed the snow off with your hands. You plopped yourself down on the bench, watching snowflakes fall onto your gloves. It was pretty, you thought to yourself. You then heard footsteps crunching in the snow behind you. You felt someone take a seat beside you, you glanced at the figure and smiled.

It was Sans, he wore a blue scarf around his neck.

"Why are you sitting out here?" He asked after a while, "Aren't you freezing?" You laughed softly, shaking your head. "No, I'm not cold." Sans shrugged. You turned your attention back out to where the snow fell, watching it flicker and melt against the tree tops. "So what brings you out here?" You asked, turning your head back towards him. His blue eye lights flickered, glancing back over at you. You raised an eyebrow. "Oh…I dunno," he shrugged, leaning against the side of the bench, "Just getting away from the house." "Ah," you replied, nodding your head, understanding his meaning. You both sat there in silence for a bit, watching the snow fall down around you. A soft breeze passed by causing a light flurry of snow to fly across the two of you. You sighed contentedly before speaking up again. "You know, this isn't so bad," you told him, smiling softly, "Even if I am freezing my butt off." "Mhmm…" you hummed, looking down to watch the snow. After a few seconds of silence, you heard Sans shift on the bench.

Turning towards him, you saw him staring up at the sky through the branches of the trees above. You followed his gaze to see the large snowflake that was still falling, but much more steadily now than it was earlier. It landed on the side of his face. You laughed. He quickly grabbed his hoodie sleeve, wiped it off of his face, and gave you a playful glare. "…What?" He asked.

You continued giggling, covering your mouth with your hand. Sans's eyes darted over to your giggling figure, his cheeks turning into a blue hue. "You have a nice laugh." He commented, looking back up at the sky. Your giggling slowed down.

"…Thanks," you said, smiling. He shrugged with a smile, grinning slightly before standing up and offering a hand out to you. You gladly took his hand, allowing him to pull you up off the bench. "Let me buy you hot chocolate and then we can sit outside for a while." You stared at him. You didn't know if it was the cold but your cheeks heated up a bit. You gave him a soft smile.

"Sure, I would love that…"

"Great."

#undertale #undertale x reader #classic sans #classic sans x reader #undertale sans #undertale sans x reader #underverse #underverse x reader #undertale fluff #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader

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thesoftboiledegg · 1 year

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Overall, Full Meta Jackrick was decent. I liked it. It's not a personal favorite, but I won't mind it when I eventually rewatch the series. I just had the same problem with this episode that I did with the previous installment, Never Ricking Morty: it's not bad, but it's just...there? Meta episodes don't go anywhere because they CAN'T go anywhere. They're just twenty minutes of "Check it out, we're characters in a TV show!"

Still, I think this episode did a decent job of leaning into the meta without ruining the show. I was a little worried that Morty would realize that he's in a TV show and the entire universe would fall apart as he and Rick deconstruct everything, and then we'd have to act like nothing happened in the next episode. Luckily, Full Meta Jackrick didn't push the show's boundaries too far.

But yeah, I thought this episode was a little...pointless? It avoided cliches for the most part, but it also didn't say anything new. It wasn't a groundbreaking deconstruction of Rick and Morty or TV shows as a whole. It was just another take on the "Rick knows that he's in a TV show" concept, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it left me going "What was the point of that?"

The episode looked like it might have an anti-capitalist message with the Rick plushies, but that didn't really go anywhere, either. However, that might be a good thing--a preachy statement would've weighed down the episode even if I agree with it.

Full Meta Jackrick had a little more substance than Never Ricking Morty because at least we watched "our" Rick and Morty go on an adventure. I enjoyed watching an episode with just the two of them again. Their dynamic is brilliant--EVERYTHING that Rick and Morty do together is entertaining.

The first half of season six was great, but the episodes felt a little "off" because Morty didn't have much to do in most of them. Now, he's finally stepping back into the protagonist role.

Bringing back Story Lord (and Jesus) and writing a follow-up to Never Ricking Morty in general is a little gutsy and unexpected, which I can respect. Did anyone think that we'd ever hear anything about that train again? Never Ricking Morty isn't particularly loved or reviled--it's just an experimental episode that we probably would've forgotten about if it didn't foreshadow the season five Birdrick reveal.

For me, Full Meta Jackrick is a slightly better version of Never Ricking Morty because it's canon and has a more cohesive storyline. Full Meta Jackrick, like all of season six, also has great callbacks to the first couple of seasons. They never feel pandering or like they're trying to trigger your nostalgia--instead, they poke fun at the series itself and show you that the writers really care about this universe.

I also thought that this might've been the funniest episode of the season. Gotta be honest, guys--I normally roll my eyes when people say "Rick and Morty isn't funny anymore blah blah," but season six is the first season where I'm like "Yeah, the jokes haven't been great." But this episode had a lot of funny lines.

We did get some great character moments with Rick and Morty. Rick's still Rick: he's lazy, crabby, selfish and rude. But he's gentler with Morty, too. He treats him like a person and partner (in crime) instead of hoarsely shouting at him. He looks out for him and gives him his lab coat when they're freezing--boy, THAT'S been a fandom staple for nearly a decade.

This might be a stretch, but the scene in the garage caught my attention, too. Rick gently turns on Morty's goggles for him--you know, like an actual grandfather--instead of telling him to do it and then yelling that he's too slow or whatever.

This is seriously the fanservice season. Rick in a suit and tie yet again, Rick draping his lab coat over a shivering Morty, Rick tearing off his clothes to reveal that he's jacked underneath (I guess he's still working on those abs? lol.) The new writers' influence is so blatant, and I don't think most of us are complaining.

And we saw Rick's favorite thing yet again: crystals. 💎✨ (Well, ore.) Someone needs to give him $100 and cut him loose in a New Age store for a couple of hours.

I also want to note how much I love Justin Roiland's voice acting. Rick's voice is so complex and reflects his character development brilliantly. I hate how people dismiss Justin Roiland as a shouty guy who burps and yells into the microphone. Honestly, I don't hear Justin Roiland at all when Rick speaks--I just hear Rick.

Overall, Full Meta Jackrick was a decent return to the show after the six-week break. Those "Rick is a nihilist" YouTube videos need to go away forever because this episode's theme could have been "Nothing matters, we're just cartoon characters, blah blah," but it wasn't. Instead, Rick tells Morty that his life matters, and he looks at the audience as he says it.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #full meta jackrick #morty smith #rick and morty s6 #rick and morty season 6 #story lord #story train #review

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vega-creates-things · 11 months

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Muse (Part 2)

ROTTMNT Leo x GN/Rabbit Yokai!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Embarrassment, Aged-up Turtles

Synopsis: You've been visiting Run Of The Mill Pizza maybe a little too often just to see the blue clad turtle of your affections and draw him. You're pretty sure he hasn't noticed you at all, bad news for you, he has and he is far too curious about why you watch him.

A/N: Here we go again! Part two baby!! Heck yeah. I like how this one turned out!!! This is a repost from my old side blog since I wanted to make a main blog for this stuff.

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Since the first encounter at Hueso's pizza joint, Leo had come to pester you dozens of times if you happened to be there together. Then there was the fact you had both exchanged phone numbers, and the way that had made your heart beat so fast that while you were heading home you thought you were having a heart attack...

All in all you had had a crazy two weeks of seeing him just about every other day. He was consistent and so were you- though, because of this, Hueso had begun to make small playful comments that you were attempting to run for most loyal customer against the Hamato's- something with which you knew you would never win.

Everything was going great though. You felt happier than you had in a long time and it showed. Even Leo had taken notice...

"So, you smile more now."

"What?" You cast your gaze over to your table guest and furrowed your brow.

Leo rolled his eyes, toying with one of his odachi as he continued to speak- god... you were almost worried he was going to cut himself on that thing if he wasn't careful. "So when I first noticed you watching me all the time you always looked so serious. I thought you just had a bad day, but then every time I noticed you, I realized that was the normal expression." He shrugged, sheathing the sword and settling back against his chair. "Lately, however, you've actually been smiling- a lot. Why might that be?" He inquired with a teasing lilt, giving you his classic bemused grin.

You could tell what he was implying, and that he solely meant it as a joke, so you simply knitted your fingers together, leaning over the table slightly and eyeing him. "Yeah, I think maybe my tragic disease of resting bitch face is finally clearing up." You offered, keeping a serious tone until he burst out laughing, and then you couldn't help but smile.

The slider leaned closer to you. "Awh, are you sure it isn't to do with my wonderful presence?" He cooed, batting his eyes at you in a playfully flirting manner. Leo slowly began to reach forward, being as slow as possible to not draw attention to his attempt at working your sketchbook from where it sat on the tabletop.

You didn't notice at first, not until he got a little too close to you and you got flustered, glancing down to avert your gaze and then tugging your book away, instantly narrowing your eyes and glancing up at him again after you settled the object underneath your legs where he couldn't get to it unless he was REALLY desperate.

Too close. Oh my god he was practically an inch from your face.

The moment he had realized that you had caught on he lightly slammed his hands on the table and then slumped into his chair, tipping it onto the back legs before bringing his legs up onto the table and crossing them. "Didn't think you'd catch on that fast."

You nodded and let out a quiet "mm-hmm" as you absently took careful and gentle hold of your right ear, bringing it down next to your face and just rubbing the soft fur. "Then you underestimate me, blue boy." You chuckled wryly, leaning to rest your head in your hands, watching him with intrigue.

Pouting ever so slightly, Leo watched you a moment longer, and then much to his chagrin, he had his legs knocked off of the table by Hueso who simply gave him a long look.

"Feet off the table pepino." His voice was relatively kind, as usual, but there was a mild exasperation to it.

Leo's face grew hot as he glanced up at the skeleton. "I- uh- sorry-" he offered a small and nervous chuckle, fidgeting with his hands and going a bit quiet.

Hueso shook his head and sighed, patting Leo on the head. "Just don't let me catch you doing it again." He offered, heading off to take care of some new customers.

Letting out a long, low whistle, you eye Leo up with quiet amusement. "I don't think I've seen you go quiet like this in all the time I've known you." You teased, lightly brushing your foot against his ankle in a soft nudging gesture.

He jumped slightly at the touch but almost immediately returned it. "Yeah, yeah. You've never seen me get quiet, I've never seen inside that book of yours. I think we're even-" instantly pausing to lightly tap his chin, Leo offered a thoughtful hum. "Actually, wait. We aren't. You've seen me be quiet now which means..." he trailed off, waiting for you to catch on.

"Nope. That's not how this works, Leo." You reached forward and patted him on the cheek before looking over to your right for a moment, thinking to yourself.

Honestly you felt so amazed and lucky with the fact that you two had grown so comfortable with each other already. It was nice... different than what you were used to. Granted, what you were used to was hours of trying to force yourself to get along with people who didn’t actually want anything to do with you. You had dealt with many fake friends, but with Leo it was different. Things came naturally between you both.

Seeming as if he had rad your thoughts- or something, Leo offered you a sympathetic look and took one of your hands. , smoothing his thumb over the soft fur. "Did I lose you there for a second?" He inquired. You hadn't even noticed you were frowning until he had said that.

Blinking away the glazed look in your eyes, you quickly focused on him. "No, no. I'm here. I'm good. I just got stuck in some thoughts." You waved your hand at him in a silent way of saying "don't worry".

He instantly rose a brow and pulled his hands away, the warmth immediately being missed. "Riiiight. Well how about you show me what's in the book as a nice distraction?"

"Not a chance." You pursed your lips and shook your head, tapping your fingers on the hard wood tabletop.

"I'll see inside it some day."

That had you laughing. He was so insistent, and that seemed to be his favourite way of letting you know he still had hope for the answer to change.

Before either of you could say anything, his phone buzzing brought you out of the whole situation and he frowned instantly, quickly apologizing before taking his phone out and reading through the texts, quickly replying.

After that it only took few seconds for him to stand and offer you a slightly sad expression. "So..."

"You have to go?"

He nodded, not bothered that you had cut him off. "Yeah... my brother's said its important-"

"That's okay. We will see each other again." You said it like a promise and he couldn't help but smile in response, opening his mouth to respond when his phone buzzed again.

He checked it and then lolled his head back, a frustrated huff leaving him and then he was just gone, leaving you at the table alone... like always.

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Donnie Darko x goth!reader 🙏🙏🙏

GOTH!READER X DONNIE DARKO

WARNINGS; basically none! Slight swearing and bullying but that's it.

WORDCOUNT: 1.5k

A/N: Gender neutral prns used in this for readers! I'm assuming by goth you mean trad goth (which fits the time era honestly) or maybe romantic goth (my style hehe lol) so I'll keep that as a reference. Theres also a pov switch half way through. Hope it isn't too jarring!

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Donnie had never had a particular taste in people, really, he’d be surprised and feel lucky enough to have someone even glance over at him in a slightly romantic regard. Sure he had his ex-girlfriend Gretchen show interest in him but that didn't really assure him of how attractive he was, he could barely comprehend how others perceive him other than the obvious being that he's a little out of it. He liked all sorts of different styles of people, who was he to judge? It's not like he was particularly fashionable outside of the average late 80s young mens fashion.

This statement wouldn't last long though, as he placed his backpack on the back of his chair and sat down he saw an unfamiliar person sitting at the front of his class alone from the others. The teacher smacked the chalkboard with her ruler to gain the class's attention, “Attention class! Good morning everyone” she announced. “Today we have a student transferring from the other class to join ours” students began to whisper to each other, “Dear, why don't you come up here and introduce yourself?” she clearly had good intentions with asking this. But this is like.. The number one way to make a kid embarrassed, Donnie pondered to himself.

The transfer stood up in front of the board “um.. hey.. my name y/n l/n, i've moved from the class next door” -- “no wonder you had to move '' one of the kids called out jokingly, y/n sighed in an annoyed tone. Donnie stared at you, you were well.. Clearly alternative, goth? You were dressed in the normal school uniform but your hair, makeup, piercings made it obvious you weren't like the basic kid. He felt his insides twist a little, you were beautiful. You looked so mysterious and otherworldly compared to the other students and he was enamoured by your appearance.

Apparently some of the less emotionally intelligent people in our class didn't see that though, not even ten minutes after finishing your introduction and sitting back down you had some kids throw paper balls at you from across the classroom. And as the average lame ass teacher does she ignored your clear bullying situation. Donnie wanted to say something, but bit his tongue. Glancing at you pitfully only to be met with a glare in return, ‘oh god, did i make them feel even worse?’ He worried to himself. ‘Of course I did. God, I'm bad at being chill.‘

A few hours after school, as the dark began to dawn upon the sky donnie found himself lying on his bed daydreaming of you, what type of music could you be into? Surely Dark wave or post punk right? Did you dress even more extreme outside of school? Were you secretly kind and sweet underneath your intimidating appearance? Were your lips as soft as they seemed? Donnie snapped out of it, what was he thinking… he felt kind of creepy daydreaming about someone he's never even spoken to before. Ever since he had gotten home he'd been more zombie-like than usual, his parents even asked him at the dinner table if he had been taking his meds and he scoffed, for once that wasn't the issue. The issue was he had fallen in love at first sight.

Morning came around, Donnie walked with his doofhead friends aside his sister and her little group. “Donnieee” Samantha groaned “we’re all gonna be late for the bus we took too long!” Donnie and his friends shrugged and Samantha retorted “well my friends and i aren't gonna miss the bus. Have fun slow pokes” she said as she signalled her friends to start running up to the bus stop.

Samantha for once in her miniature life span was right, Donnie and his friends did in fact take too long. Now they had to walk all the way to school and be late. This wasn't all bad though, as the one and only y/n pushed between them to get through clearly having also missed the bus as well. He could hear your music practically blasting through your walkman, funny. Wasn't that a metalhead thing to do? Donnies friends began to snicker to themselves “what a loser” they whispered in reference to you. Donnie gave them an annoyed glare, before speeding up to walk next to you and speak.

“Uh.. hey uh-” he began, you looked at him in confusion, taking your headphones off.

“What?” you said bluntly, internally you were nervous, you'd already gotten the shit bullied out of you yesterday. You don't need another total dweeb ruining your day before you even manage to get in the school gates. “I'm uh.. Donnie Darko, I figured I'd say hi since we’re in the same class now right?” he smiled awkwardly and attempted to shake your hand. You gave him a wonky smile back, “oh uh.. hey nice to meet you Donnie.” The handshake failed miserably, you tried to shake his hand but took too long to process the action.

What the fuck am i doing? Donnie thought to himself, he was incredibly nervous. The two of you had been walking in essentially complete silence for 5 minutes now, Donnie felt like an idiot for assuming someone as cool as you would be interested in talking to him, he gave you a slight glance and you returned it back

Sighing, you figured that indulging in a little conversation wouldn't kill you. Besides, if he came up to you in the first place and has stuck around walking with you for this long without saying anything outlandish surely he wasn't all bad.

“Sooo.. Darko huh? Kind of a cool last name isn't it?” you initiated. “You think it's cool? I swear people just make fun of me or think it's weird” he looked at you with giddiness in his eyes and smiled, ‘oh. He's cute.’ you thought to yourself. “So is there a particular reason you've decided to be nice to me Donnie?” he shrugged nervously “Oh well- i mean i don't know, i'm not exactly popular myself so i guess i understand how it feels to be judged” you thinly smiled in response before you began to hear high pitched exaggerating moaning noises from behind you, Donnie’s friends were acting up. “Ugh fuck im sorry about them.” Donnie groaned, “it's chill, i've dealt with worse” you shrugged, before continuing “ever jigged school before Donnie?” he raised his brow at you “sure have y/n.” you giggled “let's ditch these losers i know a spot.”

You lead him down an old path through the forest before sitting at what looked like some sort of strange concrete circle on the ground. “Jesus y/n how’d you even manage to find this place?” he voiced in shock “Someone who looks like me has their ways,” you smirked. “Y'know y/n i may end up regretting this, i actually have some major sleepwalking issues. I'd hate to wake up down here at 6am” he chuckled softly before sitting on the ground with you. “Sleepwalking? At this age too? Why's that?” Donnie smiled looking down to the ground “oh well uh.. We all got our own problems right?” “amen to that donnie.” you started to soften up, he seemed genuine.

“Hey, sorry about glaring at you the other day. And being kind of rude when you tried to speak to me earlier” his eyes stared into yours “it's fine y/n, and understandable.. You have all sorts of people targeting you at the moment id be no different at first sight” he continued “i mean, with the way you look and all. You don't seem to care to live up to others expectations of what you should be, you're more free than m-majority of the people in our school will e-ever be. I'm uh envious really.” he started off saying this quite assertively, but his words tangled in soft stutters at the end as the intensity of your gaze made him recoil into himself. “Wow Donnie, I didn't expect that many words to come out of your mouth.. Let alone be so true..” “It feels good to have someone who gets it for once.” you warmly smiled.

“Do you listen to music, Donnie?” you inquired “you mean do i listen to your type of music?” he snickered, you rolled your eyes in response “duh.” He thought about it for a second “well yeah i guess technically, nothing super niche but i like new wave.” you nodded your head “we should uh.. Y'know hangout sometime and listen together, i could introduce you to some stuff " Donnie perked up "in a going together type of way?” you gave him a confused look. “Ah sorry i meant to say going out ugh” he looked flustered and you giggled, before standing up and proceeding to pull him with you. You embraced him, gazing into his eyes beginning to lean in closer to his face.

Hehe cliff hanger. Maybe you guys kissed, maybe you pushed him away and called him a weirdo! Who knows, hope you enjoyed my lovelies

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The Sound Of Your Name

Becky Lynch x Reader

Word Count: 1388

Requested by:@wolfechild15-blog

Request: Becky Lynch x reader in which it happens to be a soulmate au (you can decide which type). R isn't necessarily a huge fan of wrestling but ends up getting dragged to an event because her little brother absolutely loves WWE she would do anything for him.

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The universe was created in perfect harmony. Everything has a match, including the people in the universe. There were only 2 signs of finding your soulmate. They happened almost simultaneously; you'll hear their name and then lock eyes. It was said one would know by first look.

The soulmate process is why people are always being introduced to each other. They're hoping to find a perfect match around every corner.

That lifestyle wasn't for Y/n. Sure, she wanted to find her soulmate, but she believed it would occur naturally. All that got her was a so far, unforgiving love life.

She was so bored with herself at this point, she'd spend time with anyone. That's how she ended up hanging out with her 15-year-old brother all the time.

They actually got along pretty well. She saw him as a slightly weirder version of herself. As a treat for not throwing a fit about having to hang out with her all the time, Y/n bought her brother tickets to WWE Monday Night Raw.

Her brother was an avid watcher, and she knew it'd be a once in a lifetime experience for him. She even got front row seats because she wanted the night to be eventful.

While the girl didn't know a lot about wrestling, her brother didn't mind educating her as the show went on.

" So he's the favorite?"

Her brother shrugged," Technically he's the bad guy, but people still support his cause."

" So do we cheer or-"

" BOOOOO, YOU SUCK, ROMAN!"

Her brother cut her off and she laughed in amusement before joining in.

" Ya Roman, my little brother will kick your ass," she shouted at the Samoan man.

The man in the ring glanced at her, raising an eyebrow before mouthing," Oh really?"

She saw the color drain from her brother's face," Hahahaha."

The long haired man ended up winning his match. He shot a little smirk over the pair way while exiting the ring.

His match was followed by a short intermission in which Y/n took her time to find a bathroom. When she finally was able to get back to her seat, another match had already started.

It was a women's match and your brother was absolutely enthralled. It was the way he sat up, just to lean on the rail for a better look. The red head and the purple haired woman were going at it in the ring.

Y/n found herself watching intensely as she saw the women do things she couldn't even name. All she could think to say was that they were putting on a clinic.

The finish was tight. Y/n had no idea who was going to gain the upper hand. Back and forth the momentum teetered, until the red head locked in an arm bar. The purple haired woman held on as long as she could before tapping.

" YOUR WINNER… AND STILL THE WWE RAW WOMEN'S CHAMPION. BECKY LYNCH."

That's when Y/n felt it. Her head turned on its own until she met eyes with the redhead in the ring. She felt her heart start beating ten folds faster. Her eyes felt blown wide and time seemed to slow down.

It wasn't until the redhead smirked in her direction did she snap out of it. Instead of heading out of the ring and up the ramp, Becky headed to the barricade Y/n was sat at.

People cheered her name and continued clapping, thinking this was a normal part of the event. She gets right in front of Y/n's row; smiling and waving at the fans.

Becky peers down at Y/n and asks her," I think this is the part where you tell me your name, lass."

Y/n sucks in breath before answering the wrestler," Y/n L/n."

" L/n? I like that Big Time L/n sounds pretty good, don't you think?" Y/n tints at Becky's words.

"I um-"

" Or do you prefer Y/n Lynch? I kind of like both," Becky smiles down at her.

" Y/n what's going on?"

" She just found her soulmate, lad," Becky answers him.

" No fucking way," he becomes comically wide-eyed just like his sister.

" You two meet me backstage after the show, I'll give security your name," she smiles at Y/n one more time before holding the title up, receiving a loud cheer from the crowd.

The rest of the show is a blur. When it's over, Y/n and her brother make their way to the backstage area. A bulky security guard stands there, looking at the pair.

" Name," his question, is more like a demand.

The woman chokes up a little in front of him," Um, Y/n L/n."

He steps aside to let them in. When they get backstage, her brother is gawking at all the talent," This is insane."

" You're telling me," her eyes were focused on one thing only, trying to spot Becky Lynch.

" I can't believe Becky Lynch is your soulmate."

" Me either, I would've taken you to one of these awhile ago, if I thought this was possible."

" You two look a little lost back here," it was the man that they had been antagonizing earlier.

" Not lost, waiting for someone," Y/n responded to the man.

" You're not planning on trying to kick my ass, are you?" He glares playfully at Y/n's little brother.

Just then a Y/n catches a glimpse of bright orange hair," Stop trying to fight my guests, Roman, or I'll have to put the big dog down."

He puts his hands up in defense," My bad, I didn't know they were under protection from the man."

Roman walks away, leaving the group behind. When Y/n gets to see her this close without the barricade in the way, her heart flutters and her cheeks warm. To Y/n, Becky was entirely too beautiful for her own good. Her eyes traveled the length of the wrestler's body, before meeting her eyes once again.

They stare at each other intensely, not saying a word.

" I'm going to go explore," her brother announces as he stalks away from them.

" It's a little awkward, isn't it," Y/n breaks the silence.

Becky chuckles," It is, but it's also kind of crazy because I can already tell how much you're going to mean to me."

Y/n blushes deeply," I'm entirely intimidated by this, I just want to let you know that."

Becky was hesitant, but she still took Y/n's hand in hers," Me too, but I think the best part is that we get to navigate this together."

As their eyes met, it felt like there was a force pulling them into each other.

It was hardly a kiss, more like a sheepish peck. However, it was all Y/n needed to assure herself that Becky was the one for her.

" I think that Big Time L/n has a good ring to it," Y/n whispers against her lips.

Becky laughs," You don't have any opposition from me as long as I get to take you out."

Y/n playfully pushes her shoulder," How could I say no to my soulmate?"

" Just making sure not everyone accepts their soulmates" she offers a small smile.

Y/n tilts her head," Well, I guess it helps that my soulmate is an Irish bombshell with a championship around her waist."

Becky scoffs," So you only like me for my appearance and achievements?"

Y/n shakes her head," No… but they don't exactly deter me."

Just like that, the banter flows between the two. Y/n doesn't even notice as the time ticks away. It's not until her brother circles back that she realizes how long it has been.

Before they go, the soulmates make sure to exchange numbers and set a date before Becky is set to leave town.

Y/n isn't sure, but there's this pit in her stomach telling her that Becky will ask her to go on the road with her. If the redhead did happen to ask that question, the Y/n might just be crazy enough to say yes.

As soon as Y/n heard Becky's name, the sound of wedding bells echoed throughout her mind. She knew that this would be forever.

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the sea around us: pt.2, chapter eight

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

(jj maybank x f!oc)

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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"JJ, he's not even gonna see us." I insist, trying to ease my friend's mind.

"But what if he does, then what?"

"We're running anyways, it doesn't matter." I try and convince him, but I can tell he's hardly listening.

"She's right, our only job is to run to the truck when we get the signal and drive off. He won't even know it was us." Sarah adds, trying to help me out.

"Yeah dude, relax." John B says, walking up to JJ and grabbing his shoulders, giving him a slight shake to get him to focus. "You're freaking out because he's Snowy's ex, right? Forget that part. It's just another plan. And even then, so what. She's a pogue. She's with us, he can't take her from us."

I look down at my feet, trying to give them a little space to talk, but I feel Sarah's eyes on me. I feel a tightness in my chest, and I don't even have the time to figure out what it's from. JJ thinking I'm gonna leave them when I never even did that when things were normal? From the impending fear of seeing Rafe again after abandoning him, bloody and choking on the ground? Or maybe that we never officially broke up and then I went and kissed JJ just days later. Or, of course, the gold. I have to focus on getting that gold back for John B.

The boys are still talking when the phone now laying in Sarah's palm buzzes and we all look over.

'Just crossed the bridge.'

We all read the text over her shoulder, and John B nods. "Here we go."

"Yeah." Sarah says, a breathy whisper in her tone as she looks at him.

We peer down the road at T and Cleo's truck, parked and ready to intervene when Ward and Rafe get here with the gold.

"Okay, Snow, here's the plan," JJ says, grabbing my arm gently. "I'm gonna carry you, as soon as we get the signal we're going to run up to the truck and jump in the back. It's easy." He insists, back to his usual self.

I smile at him a little. "You don't have to carry me, I'll be fine." I shake my head, laughing slightly. "We're what, twenty feet from the road?"

"I've been training for this all week!" JJ whispers, nudging me with his shoulder. "But, if you insist, I'll be right behind you."

I lean against him and nod as we watch the road anxiously from the bushes, no one feeling confident breaking the silence. We all need to focus and be ready.

Within a few minutes, Cleo texts the phone.

'no escorts, they'll be here in 5 we're setting up now'

'u ready?'

We look between each other and nod as Sarah texts her back, letting her know we're ready. Or as ready as we'll ever be. I focus on taking deep breaths, trying not to let my mind wander much. I pull up my bandana from around my neck to cover my nose, attempting to hide my face. I put my hands on my knees and stare at the ground, starting to count the pieces of grass that fall over the top of my shoes. Anything to keep me from panicking.

I feel a hand on my back, rubbing it gently over my shirt. "You gonna be okay?" JJ whispers and I nod in response.

It feels like only a few seconds before the barrels and roadblock are fully set up, and we hear the wheels of a truck kicking up gravel as it speeds down the dirt road toward us. We can't see it yet, but I know it's them.

We watch as the truck pulls past us, slowing down as it approaches Cleo and Terrence. I try and get a good look inside, unsure of whether I was hoping Rafe was there or not. Sure enough, he is. His hair isn't styled the way it usually is but instead parted down the middle with loose strands framing his face. He's got a fading cut on his chin and bruises from when Pope almost killed him and I just watched. My heart is pounding in my chest and I can feel it echoing through every bone and nerve in my body. I want to run to him, but I know I can't.

"Roads closed! Nobody's comin' through." I hear Cleo shout, and I try to keep a good view of everything happening without making a sound.

"Hey, careful." JJ grabs me by my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I keep my eyes firmly trained on the truck, my breath hitching as I watch Terrence pull a gun on Ward as Cleo walks up to the other window, just out of my line of sight.

"Hey, Snow, he's fine." John B whispers to me, leaning close into my ear with a bandana covering his face as well.

"You okay, Sarah?" I whisper to her and she nods as well, turning to look me in the eyes. I can see in her eyes that she's scared for her dad and her brother, and I know she can see that I'm scared too.

With a knife to his throat, Rafe helps his dad in throwing the signs and the barrels out of the way. We're seconds from go-time now, so I train my eyes on the truck instead.

"You guys are idiots." I hear Rafe say, and I force myself not to look. I haven't heard his voice in what feels like forever. "Our escorts are right behind us."

"Okay, it's time to go." John B says, looking back at Sarah and I glance around at my friends one more time.

"Go, go!" Terrence says to us, gun still pointed firmly at Ward's head as he waves for us to make our run for the truck. "Hurry!"

John B leads, stepping out of the grass out of view from where Rafe and Ward are laying on the ground, Sarah following close behind. Then me. My turn. I have to go, but my feet aren't moving.

I'm frozen solid in place until I feel two strong arms lift me up, one under my knees and one on my back and suddenly we're moving quickly towards the truck parked in front of us. "Don't look," JJ says, and I'm torn away from where I was staring at Rafe kneeling on the ground, knife still pressed against his neck. He doesn't even know I'm here, and I know that's for the best.

"Sarah?" I hear between the sounds of JJ's feet hitting the road below me.

"Sarah! You're alive!" Ward yells, making me gasp and look back over JJ's shoulder.

"Don't look," JJ says again, just as we reach the truck, stopping behind Sarah and John B.

"Baby, you're alive!" I hear Ward's voice again as JJ puts me down to open the door, and I can't resist turning to watch.

"Hey, stay down!" Terrence yells as Ward stands up, clearly unafraid of the weapon in front of him.

"Stay back!" John B says, pointing his gun up at Ward as well, but he still doesn't seem to care, or even notice.

"Do not talk to her!" Cleo yells, and I watch as she steps away from Rafe. My eyes are locked on him as he turns his head as well, standing up now with no one watching him but me.

It feels like forever before his eyes pass over me, and I find myself pulling down my bandana as he does a double take and locks eyes with me. We just stare at each other, and I can hardly tell from far away that he looks relieved, almost, until the world around us catches up and we both notice at the same time that Ward is trying to rush us, and John B is still pointing the gun at him with his finger on the trigger.

"Stop!" He screams, and it's obvious to me that he doesn't want to shoot anyone.

"Hey!" Rafe yells, suddenly holding a gun that we didn't know they had on them, and pointing it in our direction.

"Get in the truck!" JJ is yelling in my ear, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me so I'm facing away from everything with him standing behind me, attempting to get me to the other side by going around the back.

"No! Rafe, don't!" I can finally speak again, and I know I'm yelling. The only thing I can clearly make out in the sound of everyone shouting is a gun firing just as JJ gets me behind the truck.

"Are you shot?" He's asking frantically, my ears ringing as I try to make it out, mostly having to read his lips as he's grabbing my shoulders and looking me up and down, trying to see if there's any blood.

"No, no I don't think so," I reply quickly. "Are you?"

"No, I'm good. Hurry, get in." He's pushing me again around the other side, being careful to stand between me and whatever commotion is happening up the road where Rafe was standing.

"Was it him? Was it Rafe?" I ask JJ as I sit in the back seat of the truck, instantly ducking down behind the passenger's seat as he climbs in next to me.

"No, no he's fine." He replies, leaning over the center console and banging on the window next to Sarah and John B.

"Get in!" He shouts at the couple as Ward gets knocked onto the ground.

"We gotta go!" I hear John B's muffled voice just before the door opens.

"Go! Hurry!" Terrence's voice is clear now as Sarah climbs in front of me and John B makes a break for the driver's side, quickly hopping in.

"Snowy!" I recognize Rafe's voice and I peek out the window. "Wait! Snowy, wait!" He doesn't have the gun anymore, but Cleo is pushing him back as he tries to get to the truck.

Then, as we start driving, his tone changes. "You're a coward, Sarah!" He yells angrily, and I watch out the window as we drive by him, and I'm closer than I've been to him since I left him laying on the ground of the garage back home. If I reached out the window I could touch him.

"Snowy, stop!" He yells at me, trying to reach for my door but Cleo is stopping him with the gun now pressed to his chest. I watch him as we speed off, looking out the back window and seeing Cleo and Terrence making their run for it as well since the escort truck is quickly approaching.

"John B!" I say, and he turns his head.

"Shit, they're coming. Shit." He says, glancing between the back window and the road ahead of us.

"We've got it! Holy shit guys!" JJ laughs, pulling me into a hug. My arms wrap around him and squeeze him tight. The adrenaline rushing through me is the only thing keeping me from crying and I know that.

"Don't get too excited, guys," Sarah says, turning to glance out the back window as well. I let JJ go and look up at her, and she looks pale. There's a panic behind her eyes that seems almost more frantic than ours.

"Sarah?" I say, and she just turns around. I'm unsure if she even heard me.

"Shit, shit... Come on..." John B is mumbling, his foot pressing the gas pedal to the floor as the truck struggles to gain speed and I sit forward, moving into the middle.

"Sarah," I say again, reaching for her shoulder but I'm interrupted.

"Come on, it's too heavy, Sarah, the gold's weighing us down." John B says.

"Is there any way to make this thing go faster?" Sarah asks.

"I'm going as fast as this hunk of shit can go!"

"What do we do?"

"I don't know- Hold on!"

Suddenly I'm falling over JJ's lap as we take a sharp turn, the whole passenger side of the truck lifting off the ground from the weight.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" I scream, and JJ laughs. He's just having the time of his life, but I won't say anything because it is likely he's just as scared.

We quickly pull off the road and into the tall grass, out of sight from the main road. Sarah and John B both sigh as Sarah lifts her hands above her head.

John B stops the truck and we all freeze for a moment."Now can we celebrate?" JJ asks, leaning forward and smacking his friend on the shoulder.

"Yeah, man... We did it!" He grins, turning and grabbing JJ's hand. "Sarah, we got the gold! Oh my god!"

"Sarah, hey, are you okay?" I finally get to ask, squeezing in between her seat and John B's while he's talking to JJ.

I place my hand on her arm and she looks down slowly, and my eyes follow. Shit. Blood is spilling out through a hole in the front of her shorts, almost dripping down onto her leg. We look up at each other as I instinctively grab her hand.

"Guys," I say, trying to turn and look at the boys next to us but they aren't listening, shouting about how we're going full kook. "Guys!" I say again, loudly this time and they both stop, looking over at me.

"I'm shot," Sarah says, shock fully evident in her voice as John B looks down at her bloody hand.

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Hey all!! I was so nervous to write this part ahhh but I think it turned out well! Finallllyyy some more RafexSnowy content I've been waiting on this one lol.

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I'm So Sorry

A/n: Love some family dynamics man. Anyays Uh this got really long. If you want the slightly extended ending I can post that too just ask! I hope you guys like it. Oh and if you see any errors/typos feel free to let me know:)

Warnings: mental issues, paranoia, character injury, character death?, blood/injury, self harm?

Summary: Data is worried he is broken. Is it all in his head or is there something seriously wrong with him? Can the crew save him from seemingly himself?

I'm sorry Commander, but that's wrong." Wesley speaks up timidly.

"What do you mean?" Commander Data asks with a tilt of his head.

"Well, you said quadrant 4,5 yes?" Wesley asks nervously.

"I said quadrant 4.9,5.6 correct. Have I misspoken?" He asks. From anyone else the question may seem defensive or condescending, but not him. He asks like he asks any other question, with an earnest child-like curiosity.

"Yes sir. It's in quadrant 7,8 not 4,5." Wesley says, looking over at Data. He can't help but feel nervous at calling him out. He knows he's right, but him being right means Data is wrong. And that doesn't sit right with Wesley.

"You're only off by 3! But..." Wesley trails off.

Data looks down at the console and rechecks his calculations. "Indeed, you are correct Wesley. I am unsure as to how I thought it was 4.9,5.6 it is clearly 7.9,8.6." Data tilts his head. "Intriguing... When I run self-diagnostics I am functioning within normal parameters? But that is obviously untrue."

Wesley smiles sheepishly. His cheeks are lightly flushed from embarrassment. "It's alright! Mistakes happen sometimes sir." He soothes emptily thinnly veiling his concern. Data doesn't make mistakes unless something's wrong.

"But usually I do not make mistakes." Data replies. "I apologize for my error."

Wesley shakes his head. "Don't worry about it Mr. Data." He turns back to his console and tries slow his racing thoughts.

Why was Data off?

Is he alright?

Was it a simple mistake?

A minor error? System fluke?

Or is it something more serious?

Wesley takes a shaky breath. Panicking won't help anything. Data is fine. Data is always fine. He takes a deep breath and refocuses his attention to work.

"Captain?" Data speaks up, turning his seat to face him.

"Yes Data?" Picard looks up from his pad.

"May I be excused sir?" Data asks. He politely continues, "I would like to go to engineering so that Geordi can run further diagnostics on me. I fear that I may be malfunctioning."

"Of course Data take your time." Picard says kindly with a nod.

Data stands then looks down at Wesley. "Would you like to take over for me while I am away?"

Wesley nods quickly. "Yes sir, thank you." He slides over and takes Data's place.

Once Data is relieved of his duty he exists the bridge and enters the turbolift. After selecting his floor he hits his com, "Geordi, do you have time to meet with me in engineering?"

"Of course I do Data! You know I always have time for you. And besides, things are pretty slow down here anyways. Is everything all right?"

"I am unsure Geordi. I believe I may be malfunctioning." Data says with an off tone. Almost anxious. Hearing this rings alarms bells in Geordi's head but he brushes it off. Too soon to worry, it could just be a false alarm.

"Like the last time you thought you were malfunctioning because you tripped?" Geordi jokes trying to keep the mood light.

"My optical sensors were off." Data shoots back.

"Very minutely my friend. Veryy minutely." Data can practically hear Geordi's 100 watt smile through the com. It also isn't hard for him to imagine Geordi shaking his head at his antics.

"Anyways I'll meet up with you and see what I can do about your lil problem. See you soon, Geordi out."

***

"I'm sorry Data I just don't see a problem. I've checked everything. And I mean e v e r y t h i n g. You are functioning just fine. Heck, you're functioning better than the last time you came in." Geordi says exasperated.

"Perhaps we sh-"

"Data." Geoedi grabs him by the shoulders gentle but firm. Looking into Data's eyes he says, "You're fine. Really don't worry so much. Maybe you should just rest for the day? Take your mind off things."

"Perhaps...Perhaps that is a good idea. Thank you Geordi." Data says sincerely.

"Of course Data. Anytime. Now then, go rest!" Geordi sends him away with a pat on the back and shoos him out of engineering.

***

Deanna's therapy sessions with Data were usually quite normal. She would listen to his observations and inquiries about the human condition. And about his journey of becoming, what he already is in her opinion, a person and more human like. She would only interrupt occationally to give her imput and advice when needed. While some might find his rambling annoying and monotonous, she finds it quite enjoyable. His unending stream of spoken consciousness is soothing, curious, and pure. Not to mention the lack of intense and intrusive emotions attacking her psyche is also pleasant.

But today was different. It was anything but a normal session. The moment he walked through the door she could sense something was off. He didn't speak nearly as much and even requested that she lead the session today. And when he did speak he responded breif and monotone. He seemed to be more interested in looking at the table or at his hands than at her. He avoided her eye contact like the plague.

While Deanna didn't want to push him to talk to her, she still wanted to know what was bothering him. She tried to give him time to process and open up on his own. But soon they were already halfway through the session and he still hadn't even hinted as to what was bothering him. So she decided it was time to be direct and just ask.

"Data...is everything alright? What is bothering you?" She asks him softly. But as he had been doing alot this session, he simply sits unresponsive. His eyes staring down at his hands unblinking. It was as if he was in another world, in a trance.

"Data?" She tries again to gain his attention. This time she even snaps her fingers in front of him trying to bring him back to the real world.

"..." He still didn't respond. That's it....

"Data!"

Data jolts his head up and looks at her eyes wide open. A second passes until he blinks slowly and fully snaps out of his daze. As if his processors just now decided to begin working.

"I am sorry counselor...what were you saying?" He tilts his head slightly, he still sounds far off and untethered but at least he's responding now.

"Are you alright? You were spaced out for quite some time." Deanna inquires brows furrowed. She could quite literally feel that something was off with him now. It was subdued but definitely present.

"Yes." Data responds automatically. Then after a beat of silence he shakes his head. "Actually no...I am not 'all right'. I worry that I am broken."

"Broken? Oh data." She croons and grabs his hands. "Why would you ever think you are broken?"

"Everything is...wrong" he looks down at their joined hands. He opens his mouth to speak again but no words come out.

"What do you mean Data? What's wrong? Are you feeling...off?" She offers.

"I cannot feel." He states robotically like he has many times before.

"Data..." She gives him a gentle yet pointed look.

"Sorry. Yes, I fee.... I am off. I am having calculation errors, I am unable to focus, and I always have the sensation of being watched although I know I am not. I feel as though I am not safe..." Data says anxiously now fidgeting with his and Deanna's hands.

"Oh my Data. I could see how that would make you feel off! When did this all start?" Her mind begins to race is someone stalking him or is it paranoia? Is it possible for him to be paranoid?

"I believe a week ago? Not long after we arrived in the Lohrn Cluster." Data answers quietly after some thought.

"Data... that was 2 weeks ago not one." She says eyeing him more concerned now. He doesn't make simple mistakes like that ever. Maybe he isn't being stalked and it is more than just paranoia.

"This is odd. Maybe you are suffering a malfunction? Have you spoke to Geordi?"

"I am not malfunctioning, Geordi already checked and said there was nothing wrong with me. He checked multiple times quite meticulously. But he still found no abnormalities."

"What about Beverly? Perhaps she would be able to help." Deanna says hopefully. "Maybe she could find something that was overlooked or have an idea of how to help?"

"Perhaps...thank you Counselor." Data stands and begins walking to the door. Deanna trails closely behind him hand on his lower back.

"Of course Data. Oh! How about in the meantine we start meeting more often. I'd say at least twice a week? Is that alright with you?" She asks gently. She wants to keep an eye in him. To make sure this isn't as serious as she feels it is.

Data nods stiffly, "That seems to be a good idea. Thank you again Counselor."

"Not a problem Data if you have any more concerns contact me." She gives Data a soft hug. It is brief and soon after he leaves out the door.

'I hope that it will help him. It pains me seeing him so out of sorts.' She thinks to herself watching him leave.

***

"I'm sorry Data I ju-

"Can not find anything? There is nothing wrong with me? I am in perfect condition right?" Data interrupts shooting up from his seat in frustration.

"Data!" Beverly looks at him in shock. Its not as though he yelled or even snapped at her. Its just so out of character for him to behave this way. Data sinks back down onto the medbed.

"I apologize Dr. It is just disheartening that no one can find what is wrong with me. And it seems as though no one believes me." Data speaks softly. Sounding like a scolded child, a sad, scared and scolded child.

"Data...I believe you! It's just I can't find the problem, you seem perfectly healthy! But that's obviously not the case...You are acting out of character and seem to be experiencing severe discomfort. I'm very concerned Data." She admits. Bev rubs Data's back in support and to comfort. It pains her to see her normally energetic and kind Data....so broken and sad. He may deny all emotions but times like this proves otherwise.

"Dr? Am...am I crazy?" Data chokes out.

"No! No, you're not crazy!" She tilts his chin up making him look her in the eye. She lets out a gasp when their eyes meet. His eyes are brimming with golden tears. "Oh my poor Data..." She mummurs to him.

That's what finally broke the dam. Golden tears begin pouring down his face and sobs wrack his body making him tremble like a leaf. Beverly pulls Data into her embrace, holding him tightly. She speaks gently trying to soothe him and whispers sweet nothings in his ear. She pats his back and rocks him gently. All the same as she would to Wesley when he was just a boy. And in an odd way she does see Data like a son and holds a lot of love for him. So to see him cry well... basically every cry he lets out is another stab to her poor maternal heart.

Beverly decides the best course of action is to get the captain. She knows how much Data looks to him for support. And he ought to be able to calm himself down. So she taps her com badge. "Captain I need your assistance down in medbay. It's Data. Bring the counselor aswell if possible."

"Is he alright? What's going on?"

"You will have to see for yourself, please just hurry." Bev says exasperated.

"On my way now."

***

"Beverly?" Picard calls out entering sickbay.

"Back here." She calls softly to him just from the other room.

The captain makes his way back following her voice. When he steps into the doorway he freezes in shock at what he sees. Data, sobbing in Beverly's arms. Him whimpering and whining in a small wavering voice.

"Where's Deanna?" She mouths.

"Busy." He breathes out.

"Talk to him" Bev mouths. Picard looks at her wide eyed and shakes his head. The captain doesn't do well with tears. And with mushy sentiments.

"I don't know how." he whispers panicked. He honestly has no clue how to deal with emotions. Much less an androids. She gives him a pointed glare then rolls her eyes.

"Hey, Data? I have to go for a moment alright? Talk to the captain for now. I will be right back." She carefully untangles herself from him. Then goes to leave before the captain can protest. And she leaves Jean-Luc with the sniffling android to fend for himself. She knows the stubborn man can handle it.

Seconds pass until Picard gathers himself and his courage. And then he quietly crosses the room and takes a seat beside Data.

"Data...what is the matter?" The Captain asks rubbing Data's back.

"Eeverything...I am broken...aand now mmy chest hurts. I hurt. I should not hurt. My eyes are leaking. I aam broken. I do not waant to be broken." Data stutters out his lips quivering barely holding back his cries. Seeing Data so distressed breaks through Captains tough exterior and right into his heart nearly bringing himself to tears. Picard struggles to stay composed.

"Data you...you are not broken. It's normal to cry when overwhelmed. Just take some deep breaths with me. Then we can talk more." Picard orders. And so they sit there together simply breathing in and out. In and out. Until Data calms down. While he is alot calmer, his breath is still shaky and tears stain his alabaster cheeks gold.

"Now Data. How are you feeling?"

"I...I am unsure. I am conflicted. I was unaware I could cry." He sniffles sniffles.

"I was too Data...I was too. Would you like to talk about it?"

"Nno sir, if I may I would like to go to my room." Data requests, seemingly more composed than before. But he avoids looking into the Captain's eyes. Because he'd surely see right through him otherwise. And he'd burst back into tears. Data can't handle it he can barely think straight.

"That's fine Data. But I think you should go to engineering first to talk to Geordi. Then after you may have the day off."

"Yes sir...thank you. I'm sorry for crying." Data quips ready to leave as soon as possible.

"Don't worry about that Data." Picard shakes his head and gives Data a pat on the shoulder. "I'm just glad you're alright."

'I do not feel "alright"' Data thinks to himself as he leaves the medbay. He forgoes going to engineering and goes straight to his room instead. It is pointless to bother Geordi he thinks. He already knows what he will be told. He can't stand to hear it again. All he wants is to go home and hold Spot.

***

"I'm sorry I couldn't come with you captain what is it that you needed?" Deanna asks.

"Data he had an outburst."

"An outburst?"

"He was crying...he was sobbing."

"I- I didn't know he could cry." Deanna says in shock.

Picard laughs ruefully. "Neither did I."

"Is he alright?" She asks.

"No...No I don't think so. Deanna, you've spoken to him what do you think is going on?"

"I'm not certain captain but perhaps he is going through a break through of sorts? He has been seeming more and more emotional lately. Maybe the newly developing emotions are overwhelming him? Leaving him in a vulnerable state, much like a child still learning how to regulate emotions."

"If that's the case then what should we do?" Picard questions.

"For now I'd say it's best to just let him know we are here for him and give him guidance when he needs it." She sighs. "Other than that there's not much else I know to do...I wish I could be of more help."

"You are doing all you can Deanna. You're doing a great job."

"I know but I just don't feel like I'm doing enough." She sighs.

***

"Worf?"

Worf turns on his barstool to face Data. "Yes Lt. Data?"

"May I join you?" He asks.

Worf looks at him for a second then nods turning back the bar with a grunt. Data slides into the barstool beside him as Worf sips his cranberry juice. He waits for Data to speak first and observes him from the corner of his eye in the meanwhile. Worf's trained eyes quickly notice Data's on edge and fidgety behavior opposed to his usual calm and collected self.

"Worf may I ask you a question?" Data speaks up.

"You may." Worf turns to give him his full attention.

"I am uncertain as to how I should word this so I will not 'beat around the bush'." Data pauses and then speaks meakly, "I feel unsafe."

This catches Worf's attention as cheif of security. "What do you mean? Is someone giving you trouble? You just have to name them and I will see it handled, you need not worry!" Worf states fiercly sincere. He would do everything in his power to keep his family safe and Data is no exception.

"No, that will not be necessary. No one is giving me trouble. I simply feel unsafe in my mind... I seek your advice Worf. I do not know what to do."

Data avoids eye contact with Worf. He's not even sure why he felt the need to reach out to Worf. What could he do about the fact that Data is losing his mind? Not even the Dr or Counselor could help him.

"I see..." Worf pauses a moment to think. "You are a strong warrior you need not worry. But I will still keep an eye out for you just in case. If you would like you are welcome to join my Mok'bar class. It would help you to clear your mind."

"Thank you Worf. I will keep that in mind." Data states standing up from the bar.

"No need for thanks. Your safety is my duty." Worf grunts. He gives Data a strong pat on the back and then watches him leave.

***

"Data? Are you there?" Geordi calls from the hall. Geordi, Will, Deanna, and Worf have been waiting for quite awhile. They all decided to come to Data's room when he failed to show for their scheduled poker game. He also failed to respond to any of their messages.

When they get no answer Will decides to call this time. "Data are you there? Its Will." This time a faint buzz like hum can be heard from inside the room.

"Do you hear that noise?" Will asks. The group all agrees to hearing it and unease grows amongst them. This is such an odd situation and unlike Data. Although he has been acting stranger and stranger lately.

"That's it! Data if you do not respond now I will be forced to use my emergency override!" Worf barks out. After a moment of waiting he overrides the lock and storms into Data's room. His hand over his phaser ready to draw if necessary. The others enter behind him more cautiously.

A scan of the room the quickly reveals the cause of the ominous buzz. Data on the floor. Laying sprawled out on his stomach twitching. His face turned at an odd angle looking at them eyes open and unblinking. In a pool of his blood.

"Data?" Geordi calls urgently and rushes over to him. "Data!"

Geordi quickly kneels over Data who's breath is coming out in short sputtered gasps.

The others all stand in their own forms of shock and grief. Deanna cries as Will holds her against him. He is unable to look away from his friend's seizing body. Worf is comming Dr. Crusher, his eyes look anywhere but Data.

Geordi reaches down and rolls Data onto his back. His eyes spasm unfocused as his body continues to twitch. The buzzing hum coming from Data's slightly parted lips becomes more audible.

Geordi's quickly scans his friend and immediately notices the problem. There is damage to Data's bioplast in multiple areas, but mainly his throat which is ripped out. There is further damage across his temple with sparks flying from it. And finally in Data's steel clutch there are several wires and chunks of his bioplast.

"Data...what have you done?" Geordi looks down at him. His pale skin glistens with sweat and yellow blood that pours from him. "G-Geor-i" he spurtters out garbled by his blood. Geordi's eyes widen in surprise.

"Data! Stay with me buddy! You're gonna be okay. I gotcha...its okay." Geordi mummurs out while trying to stop the bleeding. He presses his trembling hands up against Data's throat. The room is so silent yet so loud. Deanna's soft cries with Will doing his best to soothe her. Worf's foot fall as he paces restlessly. And the hum from Data which is steadily growing more faint and quiet by the minute. Until finally the sound of loud voices and running can be heard from the hall.

"I'm here move out of the way!" Dr. Crusher commands as she rushes through the door. A couple other nurses rush in behind her silently awaiting her orders. Dr. Crusher comes to a stop and crouches beside Geordi and Data. With trained eyes she assesses the damage and has to hold back a gasp at the sight. It's worse than she was expecting. How could she expect this? Data soaked in his golden blood, eyes unfocused as if he was already dead. Lifeless. She shudders at the thought. She pushes her own feelings down with a deep breath and lets the doctor within her take over.

Beverly orders her nurses to prepare the gurney and to gently load him onto it. She turns back to Geordi. "Are you coming? We will need your help. You know his body best." She asks Geordi urgently.

"Y-Yes. I will. We should get him to engineering. Quickly." He stutters out to her trying to stay strong for Data. She nods and they all sprint to engineering.

***

"How are you buddy?" Geordi asks.

"I-I am bbrok...n." Data garbles out.

"I can tell." He chuckles mirthlessly. "I'm going to shut you off to prevent any further damage to your circuits is that okay?" He asks wanting Data's consent. He hates having to shut Data off as is. Much less without explicit consent. Feels wrong like killing his friend. Even though he knows he'll spring back to life the second he switches him back on.

Data tries to respond but chokes on blood and sputters. He instead responds with a small twitch of a nod with honeyed tear streaming down his face. Geordi tears up at the sight and reluctantly shuts him off watching his body go limp. Geordi flinches at the sight and calls the Dr. It's time.

***

"Worf how are you holding up?" Will asks worriedly. Worf has been silent doing nothing but stiffly standing by the door for over an hour now. And while Will may not be able to help Data, he can and will help Worf.

"Fine." Worf growls out in response.

Will approaches him slowly. "Worf, its okay to n-

"I said I'm fine!" Worf shouts punching the wall beside him. Will flinches in his spot not moving any closer.

"I- I am sorry...It's just..." He stammers struggling to find the right words. Will nods encouragingly and waits for Worf to continue.

"It was shocking to see Data like that. So hurt and fragile...I forgot he is capable of being hurt... Of dying" Worf lets out a shaky sigh. "But more so I'm angry! I'm angry that this could happen! That he would do this! That...That I didn't stop him."

"Worf none of us knew this would happen. Its not your fault."

"He came to me! For advice... for help! He needed me and I couldn't help him. When has he ever failed me? Never, he has always been there for me. And this is how I repay him? Leaving him for death..." Worf vents his anger his pain. Raging and raving to Will. When hes done he's left out of breath, sitting against the wall with Will beside him.

"Feel better?" Will asks with a weak smile.

"Yes...thank you"

***

"How is he doing?" The Captain asks Geordi.

Geordi sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. "He is is fully repaired and is rebooting now. But I won't be able to tell if there is any permanent damage to his neural net until he wakes up."

"What happened to him Geordi?"

Geordi stands silently then sighs. "He...It looks like he did it to himself. But why?" Geordi sighs defeated and begins pacing.

"Why would he do that? Why hurt himself? Was it a suicide attempt? I don't think he would try to kill himself. He's never even mentioned having suicidal thoughts! At least not since he was first activated. When he was dealing with neural pathway developments. But not now. It doesn't make sense," Geordi rambles hands shaking.

The Captain walks over and puts a hand on Geordi's shoulder. "Look I understand you're upset. I'm worried too. But there is nothing we can do about it right now. So let's focus on getting him back to full functionality and stable. Then we can discuss with him and try to get some answers."

"Okay yah. Yah... you're right." Geordi shakily nods.

"And to be safe we'll have Counselor Troi run an evaluation him. The Captain pulls him into a tight hug. "It's going to be okay Geordi."

"II know its just...I thought we lost him! Thatthat I lost him..." Geordi mummers in Picard embrace. Even though he tried to hold it in some tears fall. It's just too much for him to bear. Spending hours piecing together his friend's broken bloody body like some sick jigsaw puzzle. It took a huge toll on him.

"He's still alive thanks to you and Dr. Crusher's hard work. All thats left is figuring out the root of the problem and helping Data out." Picard rubs Geordi's back soothingly.

***

"Why did you do it?" Geordi asks in a trembling voice. "Why?"

Data looks around at the faces of his friends. He feels a sense of embarrassment and guilt. "I-I am not sure. It was like I was not in control of my body. I was just trying to get it out."

"Get what out Data?" Deanna asks gently. She moves to soothe Data.

"I do not know." He goes silent. He drowns in shame. He does not want them to think he is crazy. Seeing this Will quickly stops Data's spiraling thoughts.

"It's okay. We're going to figure it out Data don't worry." Will pats Data's shoulder. Deanna nods in agreement and grabs ahold of Data's hand shooting him a supportive smile.

"Geordi, have you looked into the circuitry that Data pulled? Maybe that has something to with it." Dr. Crusher asks.

"I did but there was nothing wrong with any of it... other than the damage from being pulled." Geordi trails off.

"Have you tried using a different setting on your scanner?" Worf speaks up. Everyone turns to look at him. Worf flushes at all the attention. "What?"

"Thats a great idea...why haven't I thought of that? Maybe there is something but it is not being picked up!" Geordi exclaims and starts adjusting his scanner. He scans and adjusts until finally he picks something up.

Geordi gasps and drops his scanner. "Oh my god..." He covers his mouth with his hand.

"What is it? What have you found Geordi?" The captain urges. The room is tense as everyone waits for Geordi to explain what is wrong with their Data.

"There is some type of parasite attached to his circuitry...and this whole time...I never noticed." Geordi mumbles nearly in tears again.

"We have to remove it, destroy it!" Worf growls out breaking the silence.

"Hold on hold on!" Riker says holding up his hand. "What exactly is it and where did it come from? Have we ever seen anything like this before?"

"No, not that I can think of," Geordi replies.

"This is not good news." The captain sighs. "All right, I want you to take Data to sickbay and see if you and Dr. Crusher can find a way to remove whatever it is that's attached to him."

"Yes sir." Geordi and Dr. Crusher leave with Data in tow.

Riker turns to the captain, "Do you think this might be related to our arrival in the Lohrn Cluster?"

" It does seem too coincidental that all this begins happening to Data at the same time we arrive here." Worf adds.

"Actually, you two might be right! I just remembered that Data mentioned he first started having issues shortly after we arrived." Deanna exclaims.

"Maybe we have an answer then," Riker replies.

Picard nods. "Well, let's hope so."

***

The next two days were busy ones for everyone. Dr. Crusher and La Forge working hard to find a way to remove the parasite from Data. And the rest of the crew is busy checking all of the systems on the Enterprise to make sure they were not infected. So far they have spotted only spotted a group of parasites attached to one of the navigational systems.

Weasley is also busy trying to figure out exactly where the parasites came from. And he's running experiments to see what affects them. And when he finally finds something he reports it back to Picard.

"Captain, I may have a lead for you."

"Excellent, tell me about it. Anything at this point would help us figure out how to get rid of these things." Picard says happy to have any answers.

"It seems that the parasites are attracted to specific frequencies. They will not attach to any of the lower frequency settings." He holds up a screen that shows two different settings on a transporter system.

"If we could somehow change the setting, they might not attach to it." Wesley says hopefully.

"This is a great lead thank you Wesley. Please share your findings with Mr. La Forge immediately." The captain orders.

"Yes sir!" Wesley runs off to med bay to speak with his mother and Geordi.

***

"That's genius Wesley! And I believe we already have proof to support your theory! I was able to find damage from other parasites that were present in Data's system. But when I found them they were already dead. The humming that Data was making when we first found him might have been what killed them!" Geordi says excited to finally have some solutions. He is ready to finally solve this problem once and for all.

"Happy to help." Wesley says bashfully then he turns to Data, "Data would you be able to do the humming again?" Wesley asks.

"I can try but I do not remember humming." Data says quietly. He is extremely worn down and drained. The parasite is physically and mentally exhausting him.

"That's alright just try. It was a deeper buzz like hum." Geordi describes. "I will be scanning the parasite I will let you know when there is a change. Alright?"

Data nods and starts to produce a hum noise progressively getting lower until. "Data there perfect! It is reacting."

Data continues the hum and the parasite struggles against the frequency until it dies. "Its dead Data! Good job." Geordi exclaims relieved.

"I am glad." Data sighs tired but happy it's finally over. "Thank you all. I am sorry for all the trouble."

"Of course Data! And you're no trouble! It's my fault! I should have taken you more seriously. I'm so sorry..." Geordi apologizes disappointed in himself. He should have believed his friend from the start, he shouldn't have brushed him off. This could have gone much worse. He would never have forgiven himself if Data had permanent damage or worse...died because of his negligence. Hech he can't forgive himself for anything right now as is.

"Geordi it is not your fault." Data gently brushes Geordi's cheek with his finger tips. "You could not have known. Besides everything is all right now."

Geordi laughes, "I'm supposed to be comforting you right now not the other way around." Data's lip twitches into a slight soft smile.

"It's good to have you back Data." Dr. Crusher pats Data on the back interrupting their moment.

"I missed you Data!" Wesley exclaims jumping between them and pulling Data and Geordi into a big hug. Beverly laughs watching them. She can't wait to tell the others that Data is well again. After all its good to have the family back together again.

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Hellsing lore expansion

So I am going to expand on hellsing’s lore. Mainly folklore. Buckle up cause this may be a long one lmao

Let’s start simple and gradually get more complex;

Ghouls

Ghouls as the blood sucked humans turned undead (brain dead) soldiers for the vamps who drained em. But in my story they are a bit more than that.

Vampires use only the blood-dry corpse of a human and control them from there to do their bidding but there are other beings who drink the blood of humans and turn them into ghouls. The oldest example is a dark fae known as a Baobhan Sith, they seduce, drink the blood of, and then use the ghouls in ways you wouldn’t really think. Sometimes they will set the ghouls out to hunt down their next meal, other times they will use them to clear out settlements.

Over all ghouls are still brainless zombie esc things that thirst for blood and hunger for flesh. They are just not limited to vampires creating them.

Witches

ok so these guys can be complex when you dive into all the variations of magic that can be used/practiced but if we don't go into that then Witches are much more simple.

Witches are not limited to one species, they can be vampier, human, fae, siren, anything really. magic is not limited. how each species practices magic is different though, but all throughout history witches have existed to aid, or hinder. create or cause chaos.

Sirens

Sirens were once human beings, girls who were taken to sea and either their ship sunk of they were thrown overboard, the only sure thing is that these girls and women drowned but just before they could die the sea itself took pity on them and made them its people, giving them gills to breath, and tails to swim with.

with their voices of silk, they lure the men who left them for dead. they are often in the most turbulent of waters, or the foggiest of lands. rocky shores, stone beaches, and places where you wouldn't normally go.

merfolk fall into the same category, but if you are a merfolk you were likely born to the sea and don't thirst for the blood of men.

Dhampir

"the unholy offspring of a vampire and human" honestly, these guys get the best of both worlds. Dhampirs can eat normal food while still drinking blood (if they chose, but they don't need it to survive). they're good in both sunlight and moonlight (so they have the option of being nocturnal but they don't have to be) and while they have sharp teeth + pale skin its not enough for someone to look at them and go "oh yeah, that's vampire spawn" nah.

the last bonus of the Dhampir is that they age super slow, there not (technically) immortal like thier vampier parent, but they can live up to 200 years of age if they play their cards right.

now being one of these isn't all perks, Dhampirs are the absolute rejects of society. vampires scoff at them, and humans fear them. often times Dhampiers will be hunted by other races for sport.

Vampires

Created from a ritual gone wrong (alucard and Aireth) Vampires came about as a cross between dark fae and half dead humans. They are creatures who drink blood to sustain their own life, and because of their fae origin they will sometimes (depending of who turned them or gave birth to them) will be able to access abilities that the fae have (ex. Summoning families, manipulating their body, shadow travel, etc).

Because of the half dead human thing, a vampires nerves are slightly numbed thus they have higher pain tolerances and can handle much more than the average human. Tie that into their crazy regeneration factor and you get vampires who down right won’t feel pain.

They are still capable of reproducing by sexual means (either with another vampire or with humans) or they can reproduce by drinking all the blood of a virgin of the opposite sex.

Now the burning in sun light thing is incorrect. Even in hellsing ultimate we see alucard in the daylight and he’s fine, same with Seras. The truth to the myth is that the sun weakens them slightly and makes them very groggy as well as tired (like that nap that you take for 14 hours wake up with your mouth dry, sweating, and are even more tired than when you went to take the nap in the first place) but at night they are at their peak. Dark fae thrive in the night and since vampires are part dark fae the same can be said for them.

The wooden stake through the heart also has some merit, but it can’t be just any type of wood. There is a specific tree that grows in the fae wilds, it’s bark is made from pure light and that’s what does the vampire in. Though putting a regular stake through their heart will greatly hinder their regeneration.

Werewolves

now these beings are ancient, they came about around the same time as the fae, maybe a bit after, but they have been walking on their earth for a long ass time, and there are a few ways that a werwolf can come to exist.

you are born of a human and a wolf god. (yes the wolf god would be a shapeshifter, as fucked up as i am in the head i will never think of writing bestiality bullshit)

you are cursed by the fae with lycanthropy

you are blessed by a wolf god

you are cursed by a werewolf through their bite (aka the only normal way in modern times lol)

if you are cursed / get bitten by the cursed you develope what we would think of as normal lycanthropy. (monster under the full moon)

if you are blessed / a child of a wolf god then its hella different, for one the child would not appear as a normal wolf, there would be some other aspect to them (maybe they are mistier in their transformations) also they would be so much bigger than a normal werewolf has any business being, and finally they can control their transformations, anywhere, anytime.

Fae

ok, so the fae have been around for-fucking-ever. there are two main categories and within those two are the smaller sub-categories. the two main ones are; light and dark (Seelie and Unseelie)

the Seelie court has a queen, the Mother of Life, and the Unseelie court has a king, the Father of Darkness. these two tolerate one another and rule side by side (as roommates there is no romance) because they thought this arrangement was better than eternal war.

so within the two (courts? realms? factions? species????) there are several types of fae;

banshee - Unseelie who were more than likely drowning victims, or spirits of turbulent waters. they will use their water-logged, rough voices to scream and whale at all those they come across because their sorrows and regrets are as deep as the ocean

Boggart - Unseelie, malevolent shapeshifters that often like to play mean tricks on unsuspecting people

Brownie - Seelie, they are very helpful little spirits that don't like to be seen but love to do little tasks.

dryads - Seelie, caretakers of the woods they call home

Nymphs - depending on the type of nymph they can be either Seelie or Unseelie. often tied to nature (a specific tree, plant, spot) they are caretakers and guardians of nature.

Elves - again either Seelie or Unseelie in nature, are tall, pale, and have pointed ears. these fae make up most of the high courts

gnomes - seelie or unseelie, they are kinda like the nymphs but they are much more curious than most others and will try to get closer to humans. often they live underground and protect buried treasures and secrets

Pixies - mostly Unseelie (sometimes seelie) pixies are mischievous and will often take things from humans, first it will be small, something un-noticeable and then they will work their way up to things you cannot live without. pixies are small, and have insect-like wings on their backs

Trolls - massive, ugly, protective earth spirits

Will O' the Wisp - guiding spirits that will help travellers leave the fae lands

those are only some, others (because im too lazy to explain what all of them are) are; centaurs, kelpies, selkies, phoenix, kitsune, manticore, Nixie, pooka, satyr, goblin, gremlin, Undine, harpy, sprities, salamander, dyad, Vodnik, ballybog, devas, kobald, and many, many more.

fae come from all over the world in many forms and shapes, they take shelter in patches of woods that are hidden from humans. eventually (because humans keep cutting down their forests) they had to move their lands to a separate kind of realm (it took a lot of magic and some couldn't make the transition) so now these lands are called "Fae wilds"

the fae wilds entrances are deep within the forests usually if you don't know where your going but the forest recognizes you as fae the trees will begin to guide you. within the wilds there are whole cities

exactly like this image.

the last thing I want to cover is the Fae-Born.

The Fae-Born are humans who were taken by the fae and re-born again as enchanted beings. they are the perfect mix of flesh, magic, and mysticism. most of the Fae-born can practice any magic type they so desire, and they are immortal as well.

out of the many humans that the fae have tried to turn into fae-born, only two were successful; The Crimson Witch of the Moon (Aireth) and the Sun of the Golden Meadows. these two are complete begins, fae, but not fae, they wield the most powerful magic possible and can tilt on the edge of light and dark.

fae-born are capable of performing rituals that normal fae cannot, the tole not nearly as much as it would be for the normal fae. often times, if they are not killed in childhood for being failures Fae-born will go through a coming of age ceremony where they have to spend 100-200 years out in the mortal world and see how humanity acts towards -not just them- but the world that they surround themselves by.

#the will of gods and monsters #hellsing anime #hellsing fanfiction #lore #fantasy elements #i am adding on #the world needed more lore #explinations #hellsing ultimate #hellsing au

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