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Call of the Ocean Chapter 7: Poseidon, Forgive Me

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 5566

Chapter summary: It seems like there’s always more to learn about the human world. In the eyes of Thasman and Y/N, Ellen is a trench of surprises.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

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A/N: This week alone I’ve created new docs for three separate one shots apart from the wip’s I already have... Now if only I could write at a reasonable, non-midnight time, it would be awesome. This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva . Amazing text divider made by @talesmaniac89

Next chapter of COTO will be posted on wednesday september 9th. :D

Waking up the next morning, Y/N had the covers thrown off her. Her handmaiden looked worried.

“The king requires your presence in the throne room,” she muttered.

“Did he say why?” Y/N sighed as she prepared to meet with her Father.

“No, Your Highness.”

“I will be in the throne room shortly,” she muttered to her handmaiden. With a sigh, she made sure to grab the crown her father had gifted her. Making sure it was properly placed, she swam out of her room and towards the throne room.

As she made her way through the castle, she could hear the tournament participants practicing in the distance. Her mood soured more at the reminder of what her fate was turning out to be. With a sigh, she swam by, eventually entering the throne room. As she swam inside, she noticed Thasman floating on the sideline of the room and gave him a small wave before stopping in front of her father.

“You wanted to see me, father?” Y/N sighed.

“Where were you yesterday?” King Nereus’s stern expression made her gulp in nervousness, but she remained as stoic as she could. “The guards looked for you and Thasman everywhere, Y/N!

“I’m sorry, Father. We were surveying the kingdom, ended up discovering wreckage a little too far away from here.”

“It took you all day to do that?!”

“I wasn’t gone all day!” she argued. “Half a day, at most. I didn’t think it would be that much of a problem. Thasman was with me at all times! You’ve known him since he was a guppy, Father! I was never in any sort of danger.”

“You are my one and only daughter, Y/N,” Nereus got up from his throne. “You are not going to the human world, are you? You know it is dangerous!”

“Father, I didn’t–”

“Because they are nothing but ruthless, mongrels who think they can rule the seas!” Her father growled. “They do nothing but throw their waste and hunt the creatures of the seas before they can repopulate!”

“But how could you know that if we never have any contact with them?”

“Because I have gone to the top of the sea and have seen the waste. You can also see the shipwrecks and the waste that ends up here in the depths. Think with your brain. You are not a jellyfish, my daughter. I did not raise you to think like one.” He scolded her.

“I have seen the wreckage, Father. And I have seen the waste.” she assured, “But I cannot believe that every single human is trying to destroy or conquer the sea. “

The king let out a heavy sigh, “Y/N, I just need you to be careful, my little starfish.” he reached out and caressed her cheek. “You remind me of your mother. I cannot lose you.”

“You won’t, Father. Nothing is going to happen to me.” Y/N promised. “I’ve been meaning to ask: is there any way I could… visit the shipwrecks with Thasman again?”

“Why?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Didn’t you see them enough, yesterday?”

“It is because we are trying to figure out a way to remove them, your Majesty.” Thasman swam towards them and stood at attention. “As the future Queen, Y/N is trying to find the best way to make our waters safe.” He sent Y/N a small wink.

“He is right, Father.” Y/N played along. “If humans are corrupting the seas as much as you say, then it is my responsibility as future Queen to make sure my people live safely.”

King Nereus placed his fingers to his chin in thought. “Hmmm, yes. These wrecks can be a problem.” He cursed softly. “Will you be out long? How long will it take to really assess the damage of the human vessels?”

“If we really must assess the damage, Your Highness,” Thasman looked at Y/N. “I think it would take a day and a half. The shipwreck graveyard is vast and should be explored carefully.” Thasman watched as Y/N slyly placed two fingers on the side of her fin. “I estimate two days would suffice for now, but we may need more time.”

Nereus seemed to look between his daughter and the one merman he knew was right to protect her. It seemed to take forever, and Y/N was growing anxious. She bit her lip, her eyes glancing at Thasman who remained still and stoic. It was another minute before the King sighed and sat back down on his throne.

“Very well,” he muttered. “See what can be done about them. But Thasman,” he looked to his best guard.

“Yes, your majesty?” Thasman swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Protect her with your life,” Nereus looked Thasman dead on. “She is precious to our kingdom.”

“I understand, your Majesty,” Thasman gave a short bow as he looked towards the throne room’s door.

“Father,” Y/N kissed his cheek. “Thank you. We will be safe I promise.”

With a content sigh Y/N swam towards Thasman and they left the throne room.

“Oh my swordfish,” Y/N breathed. “That was--”

“That was close.” Thasman sighed beside her.

Y/N nodded. “Come on, I need to talk to Liara.”

“About what?”

“About the humans, of course!”

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In the archive room, Liara was organizing various scrolls. Many of them about the coronation ceremony. She failed to notice the two young merpeople who swam into the archives.

“Liara, I have a question,” Y/N exclaimed.

Liara gave a slight jolt, “shark bite! Please do not sneak up on me like that.” she scolded.

Thasman nodded. “We’re sorry, Liara. We won’t do it again… we have some questions about the human world.”

“More questions?” Liara raised her brow at the young warrior. “Thasman,” she warned, “please tell me that you are not catering to her human fantasies.”

The young merman shook his head frantically, scared at the prospect of making Liara suspicious enough to tell the King about his daughter’s fascination with the human world. “No, Liara, not at all… you see, we went to see some shipwrecks and we saw some very interesting things there–”

“Thasman,” she growled, “I have known you since you were a guppy. I helped your mother birth you. Do you really think you can lie to me?”

“It’s not his fault, Liara,” Y/N spoke up. “I swam to the surface and walked on it. He only followed to make sure I was safe.”

“What?!” The color drained from the scrollkeeper’s face as she swam around the princess, trying to assess any damage before turning to look at Thasman furiously. “And you didn’t think to stop her?! Something could’ve happened to both of you! It is forbidden for our kind to go to the surface and mingle with humans!”

“You don’t understand,” Y/N sighed. “It was wonderful, and we learned so much.” The princess made her way to the portrait that opened the secret room. “Please let us tell you and document it. Please?”

“Y/N, for how long were you amongst them?” Liara sighed, guiding both young merpeople to the painting from last time. Pressing the boat, they waited for the door to open and entered.

“It was, I believe, half a day. I know the sun went down. Oh Liara, it was wonderful! The sights and sounds and we met a very nice human woman named Ellen--”

“You made contact with one?!” Liara turned to the princess. Her eyes flashing towards Thasman. “You too?!”

“She is a very kind woman, Liara. She taught us how to handshake and we cooked this strange thing called laza… las… what was it called, Y/N?”

“Lasagna, I believe, and it was the most delicious thing we have ever tasted, Liara! They also eat kale as a salad and then we had this food that was as cold as ice… what was it called?” Y/N turned to Thasman.

“Ice Cream!” He beamed. “So many different kinds! And the people wear shoes and things called pants!” He swam towards one of the scrolls labeled ‘clothing’ and opened it to begin to illustrate it.

“Oh my Kraken,” Liara sighed. “what -- how-- what were you both thinking! You are lucky nothing bad happened. You could have gotten hurt, or discovered!”

“But we weren’t!” Thasman insisted, before shrugging. “And, who knows? Ellen was so nice to us… we told her we weren’t from around there and she showed us all those things… maybe humans aren’t as bad as we thought. At least not all of them, Liara.”

Liara was staring at him with wide eyes. “I cannot believe I just heard you say that, Thasman.” She shook her head sadly, “I thought I raised you better than that. Your mother entrusted me to watch over you. I feel I have failed her.”

Thasman scoffed. “Don’t say such a thing, Liara. We just discovered how wrong some of our information on humans is. And, we have the means to update it. We just need to visit them again.”

“You will do no such thing!” Liara’s scared tone startled them. “Both of you could die if you stay too long on the surface!”

The silence that followed Liara’s words was deafening. Realizing what she had said, Liara gasped, then turned her back to Y/N and Thasman, trying to compose herself and pretend that the last few moments had never happened.

“What do you mean?”

Liara shut her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath, facing them once again. “It’s nothing.” She shook her head. “Forget I said anything. You… you should be training, Thasman. Y/N, go get a scroll on the deep sea creatures. We haven’t talked about them yet.”

Y/N shook her head, a serious look on her face. “You are not avoiding this, Liara. What did you mean when you said we could die up there? Are humans are going to hunt us? Do they have a way to track us or something? What could possibly happen that has you so afraid of us visiting the human world again?”

“Think of it as the way that they can’t be underwater for long.” Liara started.

"But they use machines to breathe in our world," Y/N shook her head. "Isn't there something we can use to do the same?"

Liara hesitated. “There is. But I do not believe I should tell you. You both have already exposed yourselves too much to the human world.”

"But there is so much we can learn! These scrolls are outdated! We can work with the humans --" Y/N began.

"I said NO!" Liara boomed. "I will not risk my… charges. I am responsible for both of you and I will not just float here while you swim to your deaths."

“Ok,” Thasman spoke for both of them. Y/N looked at him like he just betrayed her, but he held up a hand to stop her from saying anything else as he looked at Liara in the eyes. “We won’t talk about the humans anymore. Just about the information we have here. Is that alright?”

"Thank you," Liara gave them an apologetic smile. Swimming to Thasman she placed a hand on his cheek. "I promised your mother I would keep you away from the human world."

The merman nodded as she swam towards the princess. Something about the way she looked into his eyes bothered Thasman. There was a sadness to her look. She never spoke of his mother like this before. But now he was curious as to why his mother would want him away from the human world.

A few hours later, after reassuring Y/N that they would find a way to go back to the surface, Thasman went back to his training, leaving the princess to roam around the castle’s halls.

She already had her father’s permission to take a few days away, and perhaps enough information to go around those few days safely thanks to everything Ellen had taught her and Thasman… the nights in the human world would perhaps be a problem. Unless Ellen was willing to help them again.

When Thasman came back from his training, he made his way around the castle, searching for his friend. When he finally found her, she was already waiting for him, a coral bag on her shoulder and a determined look on her face.

She didn’t need to say anything. They made sure no one saw them leave.

“What things do you think Ellen will teach us this time?” Y/N wondered as they made their way towards her secret cave.

“Maybe we’ll get to make dinner again.” Thasman answered. “Or she’ll teach us more human things.”

“I wonder where we should sleep? Maybe we can find a place not too far from Ellen’s dwelling to rest?” Y/N turned to Thasman just as they reached the mouth of the cave.

“I think it would be best to be back home by sunrise, Y/N. The King wouldn’t be happy if we just vanished, even if we came back with the excuse of his permission to leave.” he proposed. “I say we stay the night, or maybe just for dinner and go back to pack anything we need for our ‘trip to the wreck ships’... just to make sure you don’t get in trouble.”

“Hmmm,” Y/N hummed. “You have a point. “Let’s just get on up there and explore a bit before we find Ellen.” Y/N made her way to the water’s surface and moved closer to the shore.

“Right behind you, Your Highness,” Thasman saluted.

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Y/N smiled at the memory of Ellen explaining that gesture to them and punched him in the side. Getting what they needed to blend in, Y/N and Thasman moved out of the cave, careful to make sure no one was watching them. They made their way past the pier they had explored last time and eventually found themselves surrounded by different dwellings. There were a few humans walking around them along with some kind of beasts they could apparently get into.

“These are very curious,” Y/N tilted her head as they walked past a dwelling with a large hole and a hard see through surface.

“Ellen had things like those in her house, remember?” Thasman tapped one of them. “In her kitchen. They were smaller, but I think it’s the same material… yup. Still scares me.”

“It lets you see inside the dwellings. But these are different. They have different odds and ends.” Y/N pressed up against the glass trying to look deeper inside. “Thasman, look inside. I see small mermaids! They look beautiful. But what are they doing out of the water?”

“What would they be doing out here?” he inquired. “And with their tails! Don’t they know we’re not supposed to expose ourselves?!”

“Shhhh,” Y/N hushed Thasman. “Someone could hear you. Besides, I don’t think they’re real. They don’t seem to be moving.”

“What in tarnation are you two doing pressing yourselves up against Mr. Baker’s shop window?” A voice called from behind them.

Thasman and Y/N jumped, his arm automatically putting her behind him and getting ready to fight. It took them a moment to realize that the voice belonged to Ellen who seemed to be smiling at them.

“Good to see you two are visiting again,” Ellen smiled. “Come on and give me a hug!” she opened her arms waiting for them.

“It’s so good to see you again, Ellen.” Y/N smiled, walking towards her and letting herself be crushed in the woman’s arms. Ellen gave her a kiss on the side of her head, still motioning with one hand for Thasman to join in. Thasman carefully moved in towards Ellen’s outstretched arm and groaned when she tightened her grip.

“Likewise, girl,” Ellen chuckled as Thasman joined in the hug. “Likewise.”

“We found ourselves here and wondered if you could show us around?” Y/N gave her a soft blush. “If you are busy we understand. It’s just, we have nothing like this back home.”

“I am busy,” Ellen nodded. “But I could use a little help and I’ll show you guys more around here while you help me. Sounds good?”

Thasman and Y/N nodded enthusiastically.

“And where exactly do you come from that you don’t have any of this?”

Thasman glanced at Y/N nervously, “Well the.. Village we come from is very remote and small so a lot of things need to be… purchased from outside.”

“Anywhere I know by any chance?”

“Ummm,” Y/N froze in fear trying to come up with a name.

“Sindarta,” Thasman spewed out. “It’s very, very, very remote.”

“It must be.” Ellen frowned. “Never even heard of it. You guys must’ve come a long way then.”

“We did,” Y/N said proudly. “We do appreciate everything you are doing for us, Ellen. I don’t know how we can ever repay you for your kindness.”

“You don’t have to repay anything,” she smiled. “Now let’s go, I have a couple’a places to be and another dinner for three to prepare. Move it, children.”

Ellen let them follow her around mainstreet. They stopped by a lovely place that had an assortment of food they learned called cakes and sweets. Ellen was kind enough to ask the baker for some samples. Y/N learned very quickly that she loved the sweets, especially what they called pie. Thasman preferred the so-called cake.

Afterwards, they went to a market where they sold all kinds of food of different colors, but not fish. Apparently, humans here have different stores for fish. And as much as her and Thasman wanted to ask what everything was called, they had to keep up at least some appearances. So they just read all the signs that had the name of the vegetable, fruit or bread that was in front of them.

“Ellen!” someone had called out.

Y/N and Thasman watched as a woman walked up to them.

“How you doin’, Thelma? Granddaughter of yours still having man trouble?” Ellen smiled.

“Oh no,” Thelma smiled. “She found a nice boy in one of her college classes. They’ve been going steady for five months now. Says she will bring him to meet me soon.”

Y/N noticed that the woman, Thelma, and Ellen both eased into a comfortable conversation. Looking around Y/N wondered if she would see the green eyed man. This was their second time on the surface and he was nowhere in sight. She had started to wonder if she would ever see him again that she never noticed she had walked to a stall that was selling intricate jewels and gems to wear.

“Y/N?” Thasman’s voice brought her out of her thoughts. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, fine,” she lied.

“Hey you two,” Ellen called before Thasman could try and talk to Y/N about what was bothering her. “Why don’t you come over and I can introduce you to some more friends.”

“I love making new friends!” Y/N smiled excitedly.

Ellen led Y/N and Thasman towards a large opening surrounded by small shops. Y/N marvelled at all the different sights, sounds, and smells. She smiled brightly when Ellen introduced her to more friends, all of who gushed at how beautiful Y/N was, making the young princess blush.

“I’m sure there are girls more beautiful than I,” Y/N found the floor to be very interesting.

“Oh, hush now,” Ellen gave Y/N a playful swat. “You are as pretty as a flower in bloom, Y/N.”

Thasman leaned closer to Ellen, giving everyone a friendly smile before looking at her. “Do you have anywhere else to go before you head home, Ellen?”

“Oh, boy,” she chuckled. “Don’t be jealous. You’re very handsome yourself.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m done for the day.” Ellen smiled, then bid the other human women goodbye, Thasman and Y/N following her lead. “Let’s get moving, you two. I bet ya hungry.”

“What would you be able to teach us to make tonight Ellen?” Y/N smiled. “I’m very excited to learn. I loved making Lasagna!”

Ellen thought about it for a couple of moments before answering. “Well, we have to stop by the butcher real quick,” she smiled. “Need to buy a nice roast. Nothing wrong with learning to cook a roast!”

“Lead the way, Ellen.” Thasman smiled back.

Y/N and Thasman followed Ellen as she made her way to a shop with a large display window. They gaped at what they saw. Large things hanging and food, at least they assumed it was food, cut and displayed for all to see.

“What kind of food is this, Ellen?” Y/N asked as the bell rang when they entered the shop.

“That doesn’t look like food to me.” Muttered Thasman.

As they walked further into the shop, they were starting to feel uncomfortable at all the weird chunks of… whatever the shells the humans got here. Different kinds of reds, whites, pinks and sizes were on display for them to see.

And the smell… it wasn’t really bad, but to Y/N and Thasman, it wasn’t pleasant at all. At least not for them. It smelled strong. The smell was hard to describe, it was something they had never experienced in their lives.

Ellen, on the other hand, wasn’t fazed by any of the weird chunks. She calmly strolled across the store and stopped in front of a young man and another weird shaped box with Y/N and Thasman right behind her, still looking around them and doing their best not to seem so creeped out by the store.

“Hey, boy,” she greeted. “I’m gonna take a prime rib, please.”

The boy nodded, then headed to a rectangular see-through box on the right, where some sort of big round chunks were displayed. “Coming right out, Ms. Harvelle.”

“Thank you, Todd.” she turned to the merpeople, noticing how they were eyeing their surroundings like something was going to jump out and scare them. “I’m going to take a wild guess here,” she smiled softly, “and assume the two of you have never seen so much raw meat in your entire lives.”

Y/N cleared her throat. “I mean, we never even saw how the food was prepared… Just little pieces of meat here and there… but yeah, never seen so much of it.”

“Here you go, Ms. Harvelle.” Todd handed her a white bag. “That would be 34 dollars, please.”

Ellen nodded, then turned to her purse and searched for what Y/N and Thasman had learned was called a ‘wallet’, and took out a few green papers. She counted and handed them to Todd, who nodded his thanks and wished them a nice evening.

She handed the white bag to Thasman while Y/N held the ones with the vegetables and led them back towards her ‘car’ two stores away, then instructed them to put the bags in the back part of it.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” she smiled once they were all inside the metal beast as she made it roar to life.

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Back at Ellen’s kitchen, Thasman and Y/N followed Ellen’s instructions to prepare the red chunk of meat, and it turned out, the thing that Ellen had decided to teach them was very elaborate. According to Ellen, it was 4 pm when they arrived at the house. They took out everything they would need to prepare it and set it at the kitchen’s table like the first time, then were left surprised when the human told them they had to wait.

It was now (again, according to Ellen) 6 pm and they were barely starting.

Thasman groaned once again when Ellen told him the chunk wasn’t ready yet. “Why couldn’t we just start right away?”

“Boy, watch your tone with me,” she scowled back. “This prime rib had to sit for a couple’a hours. Just a few minutes more and we’ll get started.”

“I love this,” Y/N sighed. “I want to live here.”

“Y/N…” Thasman warned, “You know we can’t. I would give anything to make it happen, but we can’t.” he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Ellen looked at them funny. “Why couldn’t you? Family wouldn’t allow it or something?”

“It’s complicated,” Thasman smiled at Ellen. “Y/N has a commitment she must complete. Her father is a very important person and on Y/N’s birthday we are going to have a celebration.”

“Oh yeah?” Ellen raised an eyebrow. “What kind of celebration?”

“One where I have to pick a husband,” Y/N sighed as she looked out the small window at the green eyed man’s dwelling. “I don't want to do it but… I don’t have a choice.”

“Pri-- Y/N,” Thasman corrected himself. “You know that I will do everything in my power to make sure that we visit. I know you love this place.”

“What kind of place do you kids live in?!” Ellen exclaimed indignantly.

Y/N looked at Thasman. He was shaking his head, hoping that she would try and change the subject. “I’m a princess.” she whispered looking at Ellen. “Where I’m from I’m the one who can rule, but I don’t want to.”

They couldn’t decipher the look on Ellen’s face, but after a couple of seconds, she shook her head, looking at them seriously, then told them: “I have a lot of questions. But, I’m hungry, and I’m sure you guys are too. So, move your asses and help me make this damn Prime Rib. Problems that big always look smaller with a full stomach.”

Y/N nodded as she followed Ellen’s instructions in putting the seasoning on the meat. Following the recipe, Thasman helped with making the side dishes while Y/N and Ellen placed the finished seasoned Prime Rib into the preheated oven. Y/N curiously watched as Ellen walked over to a cabinet grabbed a few glasses and brought out a bottle of amber liquid.

“What’s that?” Y/N tilted her head.

“This is whiskey,” Ellen smiled. “Now before I give you two any. I have to ask. Are you over the age of twenty-one?”

Thasman and Y/N shared a look, then nodded.

“She’s going to be twenty-five soon,” Thasman pointed at Y/N. “I’m twenty-six.”

Ellen nodded, pouring the amber liquid in each glass. “Perfect.”

Ellen proceeded to pour the liquid into the glasses. She took her own and lifted it up before placing the glass to her lips and drinking. Thasman and Y/N mimicked her movements and did the same. Y/N let out a small cough as the warm liquid flowed down her throat.

“What is this? I’ve never had anything like this.” She looked over at Thasman who tilted his head.

“It’s delicious!” Thasman smiled. “Burned a little but still good!”

“You’ve never even had a drink in your lives, have you?” Ellen took the glasses out of their hands, earning a whine from both. “After dinner. You’ll get them back after dinner. I am not going to have you two drunk before I get answers.”

Y/N walked over to Thasman and looked to her friend curiously, “I want to tell her what we are.”

Thasman smiled nervously at Ellen, then turned to scowl at the princess. “Y/N, it’s one thing to visit this place and meet people, but it is another completely different thing to mess with this wonderful woman’s perception.”

“I don’t want to lie to her anymore, Thas,” Y/N sighed. “What if she can help?”

“Y/N/N, what could she do? She can’t visit our home, we can’t stay here for too long and as much as I hate to say it, it is nearly impossible for us to stop what’s coming.”

“She is standing right here and if you two don’t eat your dinner she will whack you with a spoon.”

“Sorry Ellen,” Y/N blushed as she took a seat at the table and looked at the food. It looked as delicious as it smelled. She played with it a bit. She hated hiding who she was, hated hiding the truth from Ellen who showed kindness to them.

“Now what in tarnation is going on with you two?” Ellen looked between Thasman and Y/N. “If you can’t really tell me I understand, but I want you two to understand that I will not judge you.”

Thasman laid back on his chair and huffed in frustration. Turning to Y/N, he narrowed his eyes.

“I-- we,” Y/N sighed as Thasman stared at her. “Where we are from is very different from here. You can say it’s… odd.”

“As Ellen kindly demonstrated to us the last time we were here: that’s one word for it.” Thasman muttered. He ran his hands across his face, then stared at Y/N again. “Fine. I yield. We tell her. But not until I have finished this Rib thing. If I have to swim for my life, I refuse to do so without one last good food from Ellen.”

“You guys make it seem that whatever you tell me will end with me chasing you with a pitchfork and a torch,” Ellen looked at the two before grabbing her glass of water and taking a sip.

“It’s complicated, and you might either hate us or think we are-- odd,” Y/N sighed as she took a bite.

The way the piece of meat dissolved in her mouth made her moan in pleasure. This was the most delicious thing she had eaten. She looked to see Thasman practically attacking his meal. She could tell that her friend wanted to enjoy what could possibly be their last meal on the surface. Once their plates were clean, Y/N and Thasman helped Ellen clean before she ushered them into what she called her living room to speak.

Thasman and Y/N thanked Ellen as she gave them back their glasses and filled it two fingers full of Whiskey.

“Something tells me we are going to need it,” Ellen adjusted herself back in her seat as she looked at them. “Now,” she looked at Thasman. “What is it you need to tell me?”

Thasman took a long swig of his glass of whiskey, then looked out of one of the kitchen’s windows, looking at what he assumed was the direction of the ocean. “Poseidon, forgive me.” He muttered. “When we said we weren’t from around here, we meant it as in we don’t live here, on land… we live in the ocean. Literally under the ocean. Y/N is a mermaid, I’m a merman. She’s the Princess of our Kingdom and on her birthday there’s going to be a big celebration along with a series of duels. The winner is going to be her husband and be named her King. I’m going to participate there, to make sure she won’t marry some… some jellyfish with ill intentions. We shouldn’t be here, but Y/N wanted to see the human world.”

“Thasman!”

“What?” he lifted both hands in self defense. “You said you wanted to tell her, so I told her.” He turned to Ellen, who hadn’t moved a muscle after Thasman started talking. “Go get whatever you said you would chase us with, that should be enough for a head start. Let’s go, Your Highness.”

The last part snapped Ellen out of her shock. “Wait, what?! Sit your ass down, Thasman!”

Ellen took a swig of her glass, downing half of the amber liquid in it.

“I knew Bobby Singer was not crazy,” she muttered. “So you two are from the ocean,” she nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Echoed Thasman in disbelief. “That’s it? ‘Okay’?... How– Why–” he leaned back into his chair roughly, looking at Y/N with wide eyes. “And we were told they would use us for experiments.”

“When I was a little girl,” Ellen leaned towards them. “There were stories about mermaids in these parts. Everyone just thought it was a myth. Well… one day I go to a cave out by the pier to play in and I saw one. Mind you, it got scared and jumped right in and swam. But I never told anyone because they would have said I had an overactive imagination.”

Leaning forward in Ellen’s direction, Y/N gasped. “Really?”

“Now,” Ellen held up her hand. “I am still skeptical. I mean, seeing is believing. But, you guys have not shown me anything but curiosity and kindness in return for my hospitality.”

Thasman narrowed his eyes, still suspicious at how easily Ellen was taking all of it. “You’re the first human we have come across. You were nice, so we thought it was logical that we did the same. You know, decency.”

“I’m not going to do anything of what you might be making up in that pretty head of yours, bad boy,” assured Ellen. “You two are safe with me. I swear.”

Thasman nodded, giving her a sheepish smile in return. “Had to make sure.”

“Nothing wrong with caring about the ones you love. Now, I’m gonna get more whiskey. If you don’t mind, I have a lot of questions– especially about that whole marriage thing.”

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Daylight and Dark Ch. 3 - Ares

Photo by Joe Waranont

Some Yuletide silliness and... At last! Enter the villain!

CHAPTER RATING: Teen; FULL FICTION RATING: Explicit. WARNINGS FOR ENTIRE WORK: violence, sex, language, references to prior domestic abuse, and rock n’ roll! CHAPTER WARNINGS: brief description of violence.

There is nothing NSFW in this chapter, but it is a bit long, so I am adding a Click Here to Keep Reading link. You can also read the entire entire fiction HERE.

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There were moments in life when Roxanne couldn't help but think about perspective: about how funny it was that a person could never clearly see the road to their destination until that destination had been reached. She'd felt that way one bitter winter morning, in her office, when she had suddenly realized that she was becoming one of those sentimental hack reporters she'd always hated. She'd felt that way on the long-ago windy spring afternoon when she had finally understood that she would never have feelings for Metro Man, and she'd felt it on the early summer day last year when she'd learned, to her own surprise, she was in love with his former nemesis. Roxanne had that same feeling tonight. Stepping out of the taxi Megamind had insisted on paying for she'd immediately been met by three brainbots, two of which immediately took charge of her small suitcase. Greeting them with pats, she had walked the last block through the biting December chill with her unusual escort bowging at her heels. The little cyborgs had darted away once their charge reached Megamind's invisible doorstep, probably to inform their master of her arrival. Now she stood alone and stared at a cross-stitched sampler, hung incongruously beside what appeared to be a solid wall, which read: "Lair Sweet Lair" in slightly crooked letters. What was he up to?

That September afternoon on the balcony, after the first night they'd made love, had been a turning point in Roxanne and Megamind's relationship. She had expected that, of course, but now that she had arrived at this still-mysterious milestone in her life, something in the back of her mind teased that it had been even more important than she'd realized. They had shared deep, personal sorrows, hidden from all other eyes, and an impenetrable glass wall had been removed. She realized, at this moment, that something undefinable had happened as well. Ever since that day, something had begun building between them, unnoticed and unspoken, creating a channel into which two spirits were poured and mingled. Try though she might, however, that something refused to slide into focus. It was both elating and terrifying, for Roxanne had not fully expected the cozy intensity that she and Megamind had found. How was it possible to feel so relaxed, so at home, around someone that being near him was like snuggling into a favorite sweater, while still feeling so powerfully and passionately attached to that same person that he made you antsy, strangely warm, and a little nervous? How was it even possible to feel simultaneously self-conscious and comfortable in the first place?

The oddity of those emotions was disconcerting enough, but worse still was the fact that Roxanne had realized that she no longer loved solitude, because solitude meant Megamind wasn't around. True, she still enjoyed many of the same quiet hobbies— reading books, binging sci-fi movies, solving crossword puzzles—but now she was only happy if a certain blue alien was beside her, busily sketching design schematics for his latest invention, or pointing out in hilariously descriptive detail why a particular piece of film prop "space tech" wouldn't actually work at all. She had always disdained those couples who seemed to be attached at the hip: the sort that showed up to every party together and skipped any function one of them couldn't attend. Now it seemed she was becoming half of one. Worst of all, she didn't mind. She liked it. She was sublimely happy with it.

What is wrong with me?

She and Megamind had fallen into an easy rhythm as serene and unquestioning as the deepest friendship, yet had retained all the fire and ardor of a new infatuation. A traitorous little voice in her head asked if this was the way people felt before they got married, moved to the suburbs, gained ten pounds, and started daydreaming about babies. She refused to listen, refused to even consider the possibility of leaving chic professionalism for matrimonial doom, but that same little voice reminded her that it wouldn't be so bad as long as it was with Megamind. Despite all her denials, Roxanne had to admit that something new had grown between herself and her favorite hero, inching up, bit by bit, undetected, until suddenly she noticed it was all around her. Small kindnesses, shared moments, camaraderie, and passion had all built into something beautiful, strange, and a little scary.

Which is what brought her to tonight and her current situation, as she stood shivering in the winter evening, looking at that foolish sampler and wondering why the sight of it set alarm bells ringing in her head. Megamind had invited her over, insisting that he had a Christmas gift that couldn't wait for Christmas, and she had not considered the oddity of the date until this moment.

Why now? Why tonight?

That was it. Roxanne's eyes widened with a realization that should have been obvious. Today was December 12th. Exactly eighteen years ago Margaret Ritchi, Roxanne's mother, had taken a turn too quickly, swerved on icy pavement, and ended her life. Although it wasn't unusual for Roxanne to visit her lover in the middle of the week, it was unlike Megamind to ask her over at a specific time, especially when she had just gotten back into town, tired after a business trip, which indicated that he probably had something planned. It would be exactly like him to researched old traffic incidents just so that he could invite her over to cheer her up on the anniversary of her mother's death.

The question was, was he just planning on distracting her from her memories, or did he have something more serious in mind?

"Miss Ritchi," Minion appeared through the hologram wall, less than two feet away from Roxanne. She had to crane her neck up to look into the fishy face set atop his six-foot-tall robotic body. "Miss Ritchi, if you please, could you come inside? He's been watching you on the monitor for ten minutes and he's starting to worry."

"Oh, I… Of course. I'm sorry Minion. I just—"

It was always odd watching a fish smile. "No apologies needed. Just come inside before you freeze."

He ushered her through with the wave of a metallic arm, and Roxanne stopped so suddenly that he nearly crashed into her as he followed.

"Oh, my…"

Garlands. The Evil Lair was strung with garlands of faux evergreen twigs, plastic holly, and red and gold ribbons. Multiple strings of colored lights, hung with no apparent order or plan in mind, blinked, chased, and sparkled in crisscrossing lines until the flashing dials and blinking buttons in the workroom looked like no more than additional decorations. In the middle of the yuletide chaos stood a massive Christmas tree, its top nearly lost in the shadows of the high ceiling. Brainbots hovered and buzzed around it, trimming it in a haphazard fashion that Roxanne suspected explained the random order of the rest of the decorations. Most of the items being hung on the tree were normal— glass balls, silvery snowflakes, diminutive, jolly Santas— but every now and again a brain bot added a shiny bit of wire or a large metal nut. Christmas carols were blaring from the nearby stereo.

"Roxanne! What do you think?" Megamind's happy voice startled her from her contemplation. He jumped down the last two industrial steps leading up to the second floor, his face glowing with good cheer and one arm sweeping out proudly to indicate the scene. Roxanne turned her eyes back to the seasonal décor and the happily buzzing robots. After the initial shock, it really wasn't so bad. In fact, it was almost cute, like the messy decorations of enthusiastic children.

"It's wonderful," she answered, turning back to her lover with a genuine smile.

He beamed at her. "I'm so glad you like it! And look," he added with a sly smile. "We've got rocket-toe!"

"Mistletoe, silly," Roxanne smiled, leaning up to give him a soft kiss.

"Rocket, missile, what does it matter? Missiles have rocket propulsion systems."

"Uh-huh," Roxanne's expression was all wry amusement.

"The early Soviet Vostok rockets were based on the R-7 ICBM," Megamind informed her. "So I can see no reason whatsoever why rocket-toe should be any less—"

"Megamind?"

"Hmmm?"

"It's still called Mistletoe."

"Potato, tomato, potato, cucumber," he answered with a teasing grin.

Roxanne laughed. "Cucumber? Really? Why cucumber?"

"Well, they both grow on vines. Yet tomatoes are technically fruits while cucumbers are vegetables."

Roxanne laughed. "I always thought that was kind of weird. I mean: why?"

"They're gourds."

"What?"

"Cucumbers. They're gourds."

"Megamind, I was talking about the tomatoes-are-fruits thing."

"Ah, well, botanically, they're ripened flower ovaries that contain seeds, and—"

"Sir—" interjected Minion.

"And this will really blow your mind: so are zucchinis!"

"Sir—"

"Think about it: cucumbers and zucchinis, so similar yet so different."

"Sir! Didn't you have something to show Miss Ritchi?"

"Oh! Of course!" his face lit up, and he grabbed Roxanne's hand. "Come up! You'll love this! Wait until you see the dining room!"

"Dining… But you don't have a—"

"We do now! Follow me!"

He pulled her bodily past the command room and back up the metal stairs, her surprise growing with every step. The conference room near the kitchen— which had never seemed to serve much purpose since any meetings involved only Megamind, Minion, and, during the last several months, Roxanne— had, indeed, been transformed into a cozy dining room. Another garland swagged across the doorway, and a dark wood table, set as if in expectation of a festive meal, displayed a centerpiece of holly and ribbons surrounding three crème-colored candles. Beside the industrial stairs leading to the third floor— their banisters also bedecked in Yuletide fashion— the plain bathroom that had once served the offices over the factory had been updated and expanded. It looked as if it belonged in a wealthy grandma's house— if Granny had decided to go Goth. A largely unused, cavernous storage space had been turned into a sitting room. It proudly boasted not only a black leather sofa, matching recliner, and built-in dark wood bookshelves stuffed with second-hand volumes, but also an old-fashioned pot-bellied stove that Roxanne was almost certain was against fire codes. In one corner, a more elegantly decorated Christmas tree— probably Minion's work— stood glittering with white lights and antique glass ornaments.

Even that wasn't the most shocking addition to the new living space, however.

"Megamind, there aren't any external walls here. How on earth did you put in windows?"

"Isn't it great?!" he threw himself into the chair, grabbed a remote control from a side pocket, and aimed it at the window. Instantly the view of Metro City Beach was replaced by a forested mountain range.

"It's absurdly simple, really: just a high-definition plasma monitor that I mounted behind framed glass and connected to video feeds that I've had set up in various locations! That conversation we had last autumn about your apartment windows gave me the idea. Look! If you don't like the view, you just change the scenery with a press of a button!"

He clicked the control a couple of more times, bringing up a snow-covered prairie, a quaint French village, and a tropical reef.

"Minion picked out the last one," he explained. "It also interfaces with the supercomputer, so you can use it for research, calls… Look, the frames retract for a better view!" he demonstrated. "Then you push this button, and... voila!" A holographic keyboard had appeared in midair above the remote. Megamind set the device down, and, to Roxanne's astonishment, began typing. A browser popped up on the "window," and he navigated to a video featuring winter scenery to the accompaniment of a Boston Pop's Christmas album.

"Megamind, that's really amazing," Roxanne managed. "All of this is, really... I mean, you've made it so—" she almost said "homey," but bit back the word and finished with: "comfortable."

"I'm glad to hear you say that!" There was something warm in his voice that both thrilled and frightened her. "Oh! Oh! Oh! But it gets even better!" He leaped up and tugged her out of the room. "Let me show you what we've done upstairs!"

The third floor, once comprised of large executive offices, was where Minion and Megamind slept. Roxanne had been there many times in the past weeks, though she was admittedly usually too preoccupied to give much attention to the décor.

Megamind's room had changed from a blacked-out bachelor pad to a stylishly Gothic bedchamber. The walls were a rich blue. A full suite of carved ebony furniture—bed, wardrobe, nightstand, and chest of drawers— had replaced the previous collection of mismatched thrift finds. The ornate four-poster sported a new satin coverlet set in hues of gray, black, and cobalt, and was piled with silky-looking ash-colored pillows that Roxanne suspected matched the sheets. An impressionist oil painting of a historic street at night— rendered almost entirely in blue shades and black shadows— and a large mirror both hung in antique silver frames. Two lamps and a small chandelier, all wrought iron, completed the picture. It belonged on the cover of Evil Lair and Garden. Or maybe as the set of a photoshoot for Bad Boys Weekly. That would be better. All it lacked was its sexy male occupant lounging on the covers. The thought made Roxanne shiver with delight.

Minion's room reminded her of a garden pool, all greens, browns, and teals. Its bamboo furnishings and simple stone accents gave it a slightly Asian ambiance. The style was completely different from Megamind's Vampire Chic bedroom. Full of clean lines and abstract art, it looked more like a post-modern interior design catalog than a Goth culture magazine.

"He picked everything out himself," Megamind was saying. "You should have seen him, like a kid in a candy store! When I told him I wouldn't invade his privacy by bringing you to his room, he was utterly offended! He insisted that if I didn't show you he would never speak to me again. And that I could expect literally everything he cooked to be smothered in mayonnaise for at least a week!" The blue man made a show of shuddering in horror. Looking around, he added: "I should have let him redecorate years ago."

"I'm curious, why is there no bed?"

"Roxanne, he's a fish. He lives in a fishbowl."

The grin she gave him was three parts knowing and one part sly triumph. "And so he has a bedroom because….?"

Megamind blushed a little under his blue tint. "Well, I mean, you know..."

Cocking one arm to rest on her hip, Roxanne gently poked his chest with her other forefinger. "I always knew you were a big softy deep inside, even when you were a supervillain."

He spluttered. "That isn't… I am not… I was disgustingly horrifying! And..."

She laid a finger over his lips. "I always knew, and I love you for it." Smiling into his emerald eyes, she tilted her face up to give him a long, deep kiss. "Now, before you take me back to your new bedroom, tell me: what's that other door at the end of the hall?"

"That, well," He smiled and rubbed one ear, a nervous gesture she had come to adore. "That's my early Christmas present to you. Come have a look."

He took her hand gently this time, and when he pushed open the third door, Roxanne's mouth fell open.

"Ta-da!" he spun to face her, cloak billowing. His tone was all bold showmanship as he swung his arms wide to encompass their surroundings, but Roxanne knew him well enough to recognize the uneasiness hidden behind the bravado.

She stared around wide-eyed at the vaguely familiar round room. Everything in it had been changed so completely that it took her a moment to recognize the place she had awoken during her final kidnapping. The industrial elevator and second floor had been removed. A spiral staircase now led to a cozy loft and catwalk lined with wooden bookcases. All of the equipment had been moved out, the domed walls and ceiling had been expertly plastered and painted, and, where there had once been a telescope with mechanical shutters, there were now two glass doors leading onto a private balcony overlooking Lake Michigan. It was… perfect. Wonderfully, frighteningly perfect. Her own style—too formal to be modern but too clean to be antique—her favorite colors—sage green, sky blue, and soft ivory with cheerful red accents. The bookshelves—obviously custom-made to fit the curving walls—and few other pieces of furniture were warmly-stained oak that exactly matched the contents of her apartment. There were several empty spaces where she was clearly intended to move in her things. Roxanne knew she should have been thrilled—all the work, care, and expense he'd put into this would be enough to make any one of those silly interns goofy with elation—but all she could feel was cold dread.

"I was thinking we could put your living room suite upstairs to make a reading nook! And look!" He grabbed another remote control from a bracket on the wall. "I've renovated the alligator pit!" With the push of a button, a round trap door—one the reporter remembered with something almost like fondness— opened, and a half-moon desk with a cushy office chair rose on a platform to click into place with the rest of the floor. "I've, ah, also included controls in a hidden wall panel. I know how you lose remotes." He paused expectantly. "So, what do you think?" His smile was starting to look a little forced around the edges.

"Wow, Megamind," she tried not to sound unhappy. His feelings could be so easily crushed, though he excelled at hiding it. "This is…unexpected..."

His face fell slightly, and she searched quickly for something more positive to say.

Deciding on gentle honesty, she added: "I mean, this is exactly the way I would have decorated it myself. I had no idea…"

"Really?" God, she hated the vulnerable hope in his eyes.

"It's beautiful. It is. And sweet. But…"

"But?" he urged uncertainly, nervously fiddling with one of the studs on his black leather gauntlet.

"It just… This… All of this… It's happening so fast." It sounded like a canned response even to her.

True to form, her blue-skinned lover tried to put on a brave face with humor. "Oh, come on, you already sleep here more than you do your own place. This would make everything easier."

"Megamind, this is serious. I'm not sure if I'm ready yet."

"If there's one thing I've learned from all my battles, it's that there are some things you'll never feel ready for, but if you really want it, you just have to jump in anyway."

"Okay, but this? We've never even discussed me moving in, and this is just one step away from being married, and… I just…" she sighed. "I love you. I do, but I've never lived with someone before, and I… I need a little time to think this over." she finished lamely. Seeing his unhappy face, she added: "I'm not necessarily saying no, just...not yet."

"But Roxanne—"

"This is a wonderful gesture, but it's so sudden. I just don't think I can."

"Of course you can. Please, Roxanne, Sweetheart, say yes. Stay here with me," his voice took on an almost pleading tone. "It doesn't have to feel like we're living together. That's why you have a separate bedroom. Whenever you need time to yourself, you know I'll always give it to you."

"Megamind, it's not—"

"This doesn't have to be any more than you want it to be."

"Megamind, please—"

"I'll never invade your privacy unless you want me to." He dropped his voice to a sultry purr. "And when I do, I'll invade it very, very well."

"That isn't what—"

"I promise I'll be the best roommate you've ever had. We share a bathroom," he indicated the door on the left-hand wall. "The plumbing was insufficient for two, but there is a double sink. And I can use the facilities downstairs if you need me to."

"That's really sweet, but it's not the issue. I'm not ready for this."

"Stay anyway."

"I can't"

He crossed his arms. "Can't, or won't?"

"Why are you being so pushy about this?! You never push! And now you're asking me to give up my apartment, change my life… Megamind, that's a huge decision!"

"You're right. I never push. I've never before asked you for anything unless it involved protecting this city. But you know what? I'm asking now. This is the only request I've ever made of you. So please, please do this for me."

"Damn it, Megamind, that is so unfair!" Hot tears stung Roxanne's eyes. "I can't! Not yet! I'm not ready! And it's really low of you to pull that never-asked-for-anything card!"

That hit a nerve. "I am NOT pulling a card, Roxanne! I'm being very, very honest!"

"I didn't mean… I just…"

"I'm offering you everything! My home! My privacy! A place in every aspect of my life! I am offering you—a reporter!—all my secrets! I'm offering my feelings, my time, my vulnerability! I'm pulling out my heart here, Roxanne, pulling it out and laying it at your feet! Don't pay me back by stomping on it!"

There was ringing silence for a moment.

"I'm sorry," Megamind said at last. "That was… It wasn't fair of me to say..." He drew in a deep breath. "I just really need you to stay here."

Roxanne swiped at her eyes in frustrated, jerky movements.

"I think I'd better go."

"No! Wait!" he grabbed her arm.

"Let go!" She demanded. He did and she stormed toward the door.

"Roxanne!" Megamind dodged around to block her path. "Roxanne, I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave yet. Please listen to me! I know you're upset, but please let me explain!" He braced his back against the door as she tried to push past him. "This isn't just about me wanting you close! This is about your safety!"

"My… Oh, God, now you're starting with the helpless damsel crap?!" She tried to push past him again. "Let me out!"

"I will, Roxanne, as soon as you hear what I have to tell you."

She glared at him. "Let. Me. Out."

"Sweetheart, please..."

"Megamind, I mean it!" she yelled. "You promised me! You said no more real kidnappings! You promised! Let me out!"

The pain in his eyes was like a punch to Roxanne's heart, and that somehow made her temper burn even higher.

"You promised!" she said again, her voice rising nearly to a shriek.

"That's not what this is, Roxanne! If you would just listen I wouldn't have to do this! You think I like feeling like a monster?!"

"Then stop doing it!"

"I can't. Not when you're trying to run away rather than listen. Look, you're angry. I don't pretend to know why, but I accept that you are," His voice was deliberately calm, emotion simmering underneath, but he held his ground, pressing his weight back harder when she scrabbled for the doorknob. She wanted to slap him. "But, Roxanne, I still need you to listen," Megamind lifted one hand like he meant to touch her cheek, but stopped himself, closing his fingers on thin air. "I know you can take care of yourself under normal circumstances, but things have changed. Something's happened, and now… Metrocity isn't safe for you anymore."

That stopped her in her tracks. "Megamind, what are you talking about?"

"I didn't want to bring this up until I could gather some more information." Fishing into his pocket, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "I didn't want to worry you, not until I had a plan…" He sighed. Reluctantly, Megamind handed over a folded letter. His lover opened it to reveal oddly formal calligraphy.

My Dear Hesperos,

I have recently undertaken a business proposition in Metro City, which I understand is under your protection. In general, I applaud your intelligent planning and remarkable success in execution, but I wish you to understand that I cannot allow my operations to be jeopardized. Although your newfound love of justice and position as Defender of Metro City are both, to say the least, surprising, I shall not disparage your change in career. However, I believe that you also have seen enough of the world and society through the eyes of a villain to know that law and justice are, too often, completely disparate, and that sometimes an act of villainy is the only truly righteous course. Therefore I am sending this correspondence as both a professional courtesy and as an offer of peace.

Out of respect and remembered fondness for you, I desire to find a mutually beneficial compromise. It is therefore my hope that this communication will achieve two purposes. First, I wish to assure you that, as my plans currently stand, my activities within your city will neither be aimed against the populace at large nor intended to undermine the normal daily operations of the city itself. I will not, however, insult your intellect or my honor by claiming actions will be viewed, by the strictest interpretation of the law, as anything other than criminal. Nonetheless, be assured that it is my intention to complete my business quickly, discreetly, and without any more loss of life than is necessary. Second, I wish to cordially advise you not to attempt to dissuade me. I do not desire harm to come to you, or any dear to you, but I am a gentleman of business and must protect my interests. If you will consent to allow me to complete my task without interference, you will hardly notice my presence. However, if you take it upon yourself to trouble me, I am afraid I shall have to extract a dire price.

I would take no joy in harming a lovely young lady like Miss Ritchi, but accidents do happen, especially to those who oppose me.

Yours in Good Faith,

Ares Coeus

Roxanne felt slightly cold by the time she finished reading. To think that two minutes ago she'd been worried about whether Megamind wanted to become too serious!

But she hadn't become a star reporter by letting fear control her. "Wow, okay. So, this is... Not what I expected." She looked at him. "I'm sorry... I..."

"It's alright, Love. And I understand. Believe me, it's thrown a wrench into my gears, too."

She nodded, forcing her mind to focus as panic tried once again to drown her natural spunk and curiosity. "Ares? Like the god of war?" she managed a wry grin. "Really? That's a little dramatic." Her attempt at a smile smile felt wrong, like it was stretched too tight.

Megamind didn't share her humor. "Yes, Sweetheart, like the Greek god of war."

Something about that name tugged at the depths of her mind. "I think... I think I remember hearing something about him now. Ares escaped Metro City Prison for the Criminally Insane when I was in the fourth grade. No one except you had ever done it before. No one except you has done it since. People were panicking. Some parents wouldn't let their kids go to school." She paused. "That was weird, now that I think about it. They never did that when you escaped."

"I was not just the local supervillain but also a recognized super-genius. My escaping was almost expected, even if they did everything they could to prevent it. That was just another Tuesday. But Ares' escape wasn't part of the show. They couldn't tell themselves it was only because of my extreme brilliance and ingenuity; not when the escapee was another human. That made it more... real."

Roxanne nodded and cleared her throat. "So… Hesperos. Is that you?"

"Yes. It was Ares' name for me. Hesperos Oldwin."

"Oldwin. That doesn't really fit the pattern. All the other names he chose sound Classical."

"You're right. It doesn't. Ares was obsessed with Greek myths, among other things—especially with both his namesake and with the story of the titan Cronos eating his own children, who were then reborn as gods—but the ancient Greeks didn't have a word for 'blue.'"

"Seriously?"

He made a brave attempt at a chuckle. "Clearly they didn't appreciate the finer things, at least where colors were concerned," His weak smile couldn't seem to hold onto his lips, and quickly fell away. He sighed. "Anyway, Ares gave me the name Hesperos Oldwin because it means Morning Star Blue Sky. The blue part is obvious—"

"Hmmm," she agreed

"And then, of course, my escape pod came from the stars and fell from the sky one morning."

"So he was, what? Your friend? Why is he threatening you?"

"I think I was the closest thing to a friend Ares ever had, but that wasn't very close. More like hero worship." At Roxanne's look, he grimaced slightly. "Remember, I was young and… less brilliant."

"But you liked him?"

"'Like' is too strong a word. Ares was… strange, but he enjoyed my company when I was a boy because I was the only one who could keep up with his intellect, even beat him at chess, although I quickly learned that outsmarting him too much led him to abandon me for days on end. He could be… disinterested, but more often he talked to me, sometimes for hours, when he wasn't locked in solitary confinement. I thought he was cool— smooth, sophisticated, well-spoken, smart, tough— and maybe I liked finding someone fairly close to my own age who didn't revile me for a change." He studied his black boots. "Maybe it made me feel special that I was the only other person he bothered naming."

Roxanne gently lifted his chin. "You were lonely. I can't really blame you."

"I can." Megamind sighed. "As I grew older I began to realize that some things about him were just… off. It wasn't until years afterward that I learned 'morning star' is also the meaning of the name Lucifer, as in the devil in most Abrahamic religions. By that time Ares was already gone, but I have the feeling the parallel wasn't an accident. The worst part is, I don't think he meant it as an insult."

"Okay, but how much of that is just a persona? You once said that the difference between a villain and a supervillain is presentation."

"Minion said that," he reminded her.

"It's still true."

"This is different."

"I don't mean he's necessarily a supervillain. You grew up in prison. You're better at analyzing criminal minds than any psychiatrist I've ever heard of. I've seen you figure people out so fast it's almost like mind-reading. I'm guessing Ares isn't his real name, so clearly he's putting on a show. How much is him and how much is just an act?"

"Oh, you don't understand!" Megamind threw up his hands and began pacing. "Ares does not play at evil insanity. He's the real deal! No one in that prison ever crossed him. Convicts, guards, even the warden feared him. Most people, even criminals, have limits… lines they won't cross, but Ares… He had no lines. He would be a perfectly nice and polite man until someone did something he didn't like—anything, a tone of voice, the wrong look—and then, in a flash, he could turn horrible and callous. He would get this cold smile on his face, and you knew sometime soon something truly terrible was going to happen to that person. And it never bothered him. Not even a little."

"You make him sound like a monster."

"He is."

Roxanne stood up and stopped his pacing with a hug. "No, Megamind. He's just a man."

With a sigh, Megamind gently pushed her away. "Roxanne," he looked her in the eye. "I was twelve when Ares was arrested. He was only a few years older than me, not quite a legal adult, but they sent him to a high-security facility for the criminally insane. Do you know why? When he found out his father was cheating on his mother, Ares murdered both the man and his mistress. And not in a crime of passion. He searched, learned, planned, and prepared. He found out about the spa resort his father often took his mistress to— an exclusive and very discreet place outside of town—"

Roxanne was starting to feel a little sick. "Oh my God… The Nelson Case. You knew that guy?"

"Yes. Ares' real name is Eric Nelson."

"I read about that trial for a paper when I was in college. Did he really kill them in the steam room?"

Megamind nodded. "He told me all about it. Bragged. The fake ID, the forged credentials, the Social Security System hack… And then he got a maintenance job at the spa resort. Even though he was rarely around guests, he was always in disguise, even changing his mannerisms and the way he walked… He learned how the steam system worked, created a bypass for the safety measures…." Megamind shuddered. "Roxanne, he literally steam broiled those people alive. And he watched. He stood there and he watched. His own father…" With a shake of his head, Megamind added: "He wasn't even sorry. Ares called himself a 'soldier of righteousness,' and insisted it was the legal system that was corrupt."

"How could he think that?"

"He's crazy. But he's also calculating, cold, and cruel. That makes him dangerous. When his twisted sense of honor and justice is incensed, he is capable of truly horrific things." Megamind sighed again. "After Ares escaped prison, he joined a paramilitary organization, but apparently his philosophies were too... extreme even for them. The last I heard, he was working as an assassin, but he only takes certain jobs that he feels are in line with his off-center views of right and wrong. He's so good at making his murders look like accidents that no one— not even in the criminal underworld— really knows what his kill count is. Even so, the sorts of 'accidents' he causes… Let's just say people don't hire Ares if they want the funeral to be open casket."

"Maybe he's not serious." Even to her, it sounded more like a plea than a suggestion. "What if he's just playing mind games with you?" Roxanne trailed off as she studied her lover's face.

"No. Ares isn't like other villains we've faced… like I was. This isn't something he does for fame, money, petty revenge, or for the simple reason that he's bored out of his skull and needs intellectual stimulation. He doesn't play games, or if he does, he plays for keeps."

It felt as if ice had replaced her spine. "And you really think he'll do it? That he'll find me?"

Green eyes met hers, and something in their depths made the ice expand to fill her stomach.

"Megamind?"

He glanced away again, like he couldn't bear to see her reaction. "Sweetheart, there were..." his throat bobbed.

"There were photographs enclosed with the letter," he answered quietly, as if lowering the tone of his words would somehow lessen their impact. "They were… One was of you standing just inside the glass doors of your balcony—"

"Oh my God." she breathed, moving to collapse into the desk chair.

"One was of you leaving the news station. The last was of you jogging in Hill Top Park." He finally met her gaze again. "Sweetheart… I'm sorry… He has already found you." He knelt beside her, turned the desk chair to face him, and took her hands in his, looking earnestly up at her. "I have to try to stop him. You know I do. I'm the good guy now. But I can't do that and watch your back at the same time. Not if we're apart. That's why I really, really need you to stay here."

Something in her vaguely understood that she should care about that, but it suddenly seemed as if her brain, overwhelmed with terror, had opted to turn itself off. Her heart, in contrast, was screaming and she felt like she might be physically ill. This, Roxanne decided distantly, must be what a panic attack felt like.

"What about… my job?"

"Telecommute."

Her laugh sounded bitter and wild in her own ears. "I'm an on-scene correspondent. I can't telecommute."

"Then take some time off," he offered gently. "We'll talk to the station, or have the officials contact them. This is little different from a witness protection program. And it's only temporary. They'll have to understand."

"And if they don't?"

"I'll make them."

Roxanne buried her face in her palms. She heard the tread of leather boots, the sighing swish of a cape, and deft hands began massaging her shoulders. Megamind's voice spoke gently behind her.

"Roxanne. Listen to me. It will be alright. Everything will be alright. We are going to get through this. He hasn't found this place, and I've made some alterations to ensure it stays that way."

"How do you know he hasn't found your hideout?" she asked between her fingers. "You can't possibly know that."

"He hasn't. Trust me. His letter was sent to my fan mail post box. Ares likes keeping people off balance, making them feel he has the upper hand. If he had known where my Lair was, he would have found a way to deliver it directly here. He didn't, which means we're safe. I've been working on some enhancements for a while, but Minion and I have put in a lot of hours to finish them quickly. This entire building is now outfitted with a cloaking shield: a hard light hologram similar to what the holowatch produces. I took it down briefly when I saw you approach, and put it back up once you came in. Now all anyone will see is an empty, condemned building. No dome, no signs of life, nothing."

Turning the chair to face him, she suddenly threw her arms around Megamind and held him close. He knelt to let her hide her face against his neck. Like a child awakened from a bad dream, Roxanne buried herself in his warmth and breathed in the comfort of his scent.

"I really am sorry," her words were muffled by his skin. "I'm so very sorry."

He ran gentle hands up and down her arms. "I am too."

"You shouldn't be."

"If you weren't with me, this never would have happened."

"No. People assumed I dated Metro Man, and they would have assumed the same about us."

"I should have realized sooner. I should have done better."

"You're doing your best."

"We both are."

"I'm so sorry I yelled at you."

"You didn't know."

The moment of weakness passed, and Roxanne gathered herself, gluing pieces of broken confidence back together with spunky determination and brave humor.

"Yeah, well, you know, you could have told me this sooner and saved us the trouble of arguing," she jibed halfheartedly, her crooked smile appearing through tears.

His answering grin was weak, and a little sad. "I didn't want to have to tell you. Not now, not tonight. And I didn't want to ruin your holidays." His shoulders drooped slightly. "Tonight was supposed to be about cheering you up. I wanted to make you happy, not terrify the living daylights out of you."

"But I thought you liked terrifying me. Why else did you kidnap me all the time?"

"How else could I spend time with you? Besides, you were never truly scared of me. Annoyed, yes. Sometimes even angry, but never scared." He wrapped her in an embrace. "And I happen to think you're extremely sexy when you're angry."

That drew a tearful laugh from Roxanne. "Right, because, you know, that's one I've never heard before." Sighing, she looked back at her new bedroom. "Thank you for everything you've done, Megamind. If it's okay, I'll enlist the brainbots' help in moving my things tomorrow."

"I'll be glad to have them give you a hand, but we should do it late at night. That's when Ares… works. He'll be less likely to be watching your apartment."

They were silent for a moment.

"Well," Roxanne's voice held a tone of determined calm. "At least we have a plan."

He smiled. "We have a plan."

There was another pause.

"So..." casting around for something to say, Roxanne landed on: "how long has Ares been in Metro City, and what do we know so far?"

"Not much. I got the letter last Thursday, but Ares has been laying low. I've had brainbots guarding you twenty-four-seven."

"I thought I saw more of them around than usual. Wait," she looked around her room with new admiration. "You managed to get all of this pulled together in six days? That's... Darling, that's beyond impressive! That's amazing!"

"Five days, six hours, and fifty-three minutes, to be precise," Megamind answered, standing up and managing another gray smile. "Incredibly Handsome Genius, remember? You'd be surprised what can be done with a little determination, a large budget, and thousands of tireless laborers."

"Large budget?"

"I have contracts with various companies for a cut of the profits from all Megamind merchandise sold, among other things."

"Seriously? That's not standard hero procedure, is it?"

"Being a good guy doesn't exactly pay well."

"Wayne never did that."

"Ha. Metro Man was adopted by a multi-billionaire. He has a trust fund big enough to support an entire third-world country, not to mention that all of his abilities are inborn. I, on the other hand, have supplies to buy, bills to pay, evil inventions to construct..."

"I thought they weren't evil any more?"

"Well, evil only to evildoers." His burgeoning grin faltered. "Roxanne, be honest, are you angry at me? For not telling you sooner? I know you always hated it when Metro Man treated you like a powerless victim, and I want you to know that isn't why I didn't tell you. I just wanted the brainbots to do a little reconnocense first. And, as I said, I wanted you to enjoy the holiday season before I threw this at you."

Drawing close to him, she cupped his cheek and looked sincerely into his face. "No. I'm not angry. Not now that I understand." She hugged him once more. "But from now on I need you to trust me enough to just tell me things. I can't be prepared if I don't know."

"It's a deal."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

She pulled away enough to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry I doubted you."

He kissed her cheek. "I suppose it's possible I could have handled it a little better."

She finally managed a real grin. "Maybe a little." She held her hands a foot apart. "Like this much."

"Oh, come on, not that much." He moved her arms closer until her palms were only a couple of inches apart. "Maybe that much."

"This much," she spread her hands even wider.

His mouth quirked. "Now you're just being unreasonable."

Despite everything, they both laughed, releasing the tension in the air.

"I'm glad I'm here," Roxanne said.

"Me too." He held her, kissed her brow. "You'll be happy here, Sweetheart. I'll do everything I can… I want this to be comfortable, and good… You like having your own space, and that's fine, but I want you to know that this is your home, too. Always."

She felt herself smile, although the expression lacked its usual confident strength. He wasn't wrong. Sometimes Roxanne felt she practically lived in his hideout already. Well, the past few weeks had been an exception. While the blue hero had dealt with a plot by the Doom Syndicate and the usual holiday season uptick in thefts, Roxanne had been forced to travel, first covering a rare blizzard in the Upper Penninsula, then a meeting of the newly formed Michigan State Disability Caucus in Lansing, and finally attempts by members of the state legislature to conceal certain business interest's tax frauds. She and her lover had only been able to steal occasional dates during her brief returns home, and he had spent one night in a Lansing hotel with her. Even when life wasn't so busy, however, the reporter and her lover rarely spent the night at her apartment anymore. Not since Ms. Farley, a sweet but nosy elderly woman who lived next door, had caught Roxanne out in the hall one evening and invited her over for what had turned out the be the most awkwardly embarrassing cup of tea in all history.

"Listen, Dear," the old lady had said amicably after a few minutes of small talk. "Between you, me, and the lamppost, I just want to tell you that I am really very happy you and our hero have such a healthy and loving relationship, but— I really hate to bring it up— but maybe three in the morning is a little late for… nocturnal activities? And… well… you might just ask him to be a little more circumspect about his language? It's only that Len Paszek mentioned that his little boy asked last week what all those funny words the Defender kept shouting meant…"

Megamind had blushed fuchsia when she'd told him, and admitted that one of his new friends on the police force had laughingly informed him they had received no fewer than three noise complaints from other tenants in Roxanne's building.

"He seemed to think I needed to be congratulated?" the blue man had said uncertainly. "He kept slapping my back and saying I must be doing something right?"

Roxanne had felt her own cheeks burning. "I… um… yeah, that's a… pretty normal human male bonding ritual…"

"Humans are strange," Megamind had informed her.

They'd spent almost every night at the Lair ever since.

"Sir, Code C and C," Minion's voice crackled from the vicinity of his master's left hand, disrupting Roxanne's thoughts.

"Code what?" Megamind asked into his wrist.

"Cookies and cocoa!" Minion explained. "Come and get it while it's—No no no! That is not a toy! Drop it! Drop it right now!"

A sound suspiciously like breaking china echoed through the watch's speaker.

Megamind and Roxanne looked at each other and laughed again. It felt good. "I suppose we had better go downstairs while the cookies are still edible," the blue hero said. "You don't mind, do you, Roxanne? It's just that— well, you know— Minion has planned out this entire evening, and it really means a lot to him…" he trailed off as Roxanne gave him his favorite knowing smile.

"Thank you and Minion both for planning tonight. Of course I want to be a part of it." She sighed, looking down one more time at the disturbing letter. "Let's just take a step back. We can deal with this tomorrow. Besides," she brightened slightly. "I wouldn't miss Minion's home baking for anything."

Megamind chuckled again. "Be sure to tell him that." With a dramatic flourish, he swept his cloak behind one shoulder and offered her his arm. "Now, Miss Ritchi," he purred in that tone that always melted her down to her toes. "If you'll come with me, please, I fully intend to spend the next several hours cuddling by the stove, if only I could find a beautiful, intelligent woman to cuddle with."

A small, very grown-up and professional part of Roxanne hated that Megamind always knew how to make her blush. The rest of her, however, adored it.

"I think I can oblige," she answered, linking her arm through his.

He returned her smile and led her downstairs.

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enormous-moose · 3 years

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Let's talk about Peacemaker in The Suicide Squad

As a way of showing appreciation for the closest thing I have to liking a movie this year I wanted to talk about one of the BEST well written villains I've come across.

Now this is coming from a person who loved Ben Afleck as Batman, thought the wonder woman movie was okay, and really takes no issue with Harley Quinn's difference of character, only that she is hella annoying.

So let's talk about what I did not like about the new Suicide Squad movie. I hated the opening, hated the bait and switch, didn't care for the main villain, didn't like the repeated offense of Amanda Waller's character and let's not go into how fucking horrifying the storyline was.

Hmmm... this seems to be a mirror image of what I thought about the first movie. The first suicide squad movie was set up beautifully, where it fell short was acting and ending. I hate Will Smith, he gets far too much credit for his "acting skills" and I just think there are better actors who don't get as much credit because Will Smith takes it all. Deadshot was terrible! Enough said. Diablo was far greater, Harley Quinn was nearly perfect, and Captain Boomerang was perfection. Villains though Enchantress and Incubus TERRIBLE!! Cara Delevingne and I have a very iffy relationship. It's much like Kate Mara. I have a very hard time believing any performance they put on because it's always missing something. Either they miss the mark with their acting or the writers miss their mark with the script. It's just so hard for me to see a genuinely good performance.

Anyway, that was all tossed out the window with the new Suicide Squad movie. The set up was terrible, we didn't need that whole stupid fake squad who was literally just there to die, but Rick Flag was in that group and they wanted him left alive? IT MAKES NO SENSE!!!!!! Be consistent with your writing! Don't fucking double back after you set up the first group was a distraction who was supposed to die then find out someone's alive and stop to everything to save them. It was sloppy, stupid, silly, and let's face it it only worked in the end because he weakened Peacemaker.

Now onto talking about Peacemaker who I fucking LOVE! He literally says he's better than everyone else. That's his power! XD He was written beautifully, John Cena was a perfect choice, and I could not see anyone else pulling it off.

What I particularly loved about Peacemaker was the fact that he made peace through whatever means necessary. He is such a fucking personification of American government and no wonder Amanda Waller recruited him. Those who have a very similar frame of mind that when he double-crossed everyone I was so mad I didn't see it coming sooner. When Bloodsport took him down and the way it was done oh I nearly forgot about everything wrong.

Then we get to Polkadot Man.... who was so overpowered compared to everyone else... then he died that way... and I remembered everything I hated because it happened at the end and there was no time to fix it. I couldn't appreciate Ratcatcher 2 because she was trying to be too good of a person. Seriously why was she even locked up again? She wasn't a bad person at all! Whatever she did to get put into the suicide squad wasn't memorable, all I remember was that she loved King Shark, she was misunderstood, she was happy loving the underbelly of the world, and she valued those who were underappreciated.

I'm just astounded that I still haven't seen a good movie this year and it's September. Did everyone just stop trying because of the pandemic? If you weren't going to produce your best results I would have preferred to not get anything. Disappointment is rampant and I just want to be wowed again.

#reviews #suicide squad #2021 #film

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aestheticseungmean · 4 years

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Pretty Paper- Changbin

Changbin loved you and his best friend but he couldn’t bare the loss of Felix. He used the same pretty paper he confessed with to write you one last letter.

Warning: Angst and Suicide mentions

(This was an old story used as a filler so I can finish my Ateez one)

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Changbin had a wonderful life, parents that supported him, a loving girlfriend and his best friend. It was all he needed, he wasn't one for popularity and caring what people around him thought. He cared solely on what the people he loved thought. His best friend had been the light in his life for as long as he could remember. They shared secrets, crushes, and thoughts together.

Everything was almost perfect except Felix had a hard life in the beginning, starting out as an orphan. It wasn't until later that he got adopted by this wonderful older lady who loved him. There were still some flaws about Felix though. He wasn't perfect and Changbin loved him for that, but Felix still had depression. Of course, Changbin and Y/n knew that and it didn't make them love him any less. No matter how much love and support there was, nothing was going to help.

"Hey, Y/n?" Y/n looked up at her worried boyfriend. "Hmmm?" "Have you seen Felix today?" She thought back to her first class that she and Felix took together. "Now that I think about it, no. But, I'm sure he's fine." She wanted to joke about how he loved Felix more than her but now was not that time. "I have a bad feeling about this." Y/n stood up, grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the school.

"We are going to go check up on him because he was a little weird yesterday." Changbin's eyes widened. "You saw that too?" Felix always tried to be happy, at least for his friends, but yesterday he was severely down and he made dark and depressing jokes. They ran towards his house and barged in. "Kids, what are you doing here?" "Sorry, Mrs.Lee but we need to check on Felix." "I checked on him 30 minutes ago and he was just fine." Changbin who was still worried requested to check on Felix and Mrs. Lee let him. He rushed upstairs and screamed at the sight that was laid out before him.

Y/n took off running upstairs with Mrs.Lee walking behind. When she got there, she found her boyfriend on the ground covered in his best friends blood trying to revive him. There laid Felix, on the floor with cuts all over his body. Finally, the paramedics arrived and determined him dead at the scene. Y/n caught a glimpse of a piece of paper and she took it while dragging her boyfriend away from the scene.

When they got home, she coaxed Changbin into taking a shower. She waited outside the door to make sure that he himself wouldn't do anything. He came out in baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Y/n laid down on the bed and beckoned Changbin to sit next to her. "Come here, Binnie. I have something I need to show you." "I am not in the mood." "Felix wrote it to us." He flinched at the name but came over.

This is what the letter said:

Dear Y/n and Changbin,

I love you guys so much and I know how much you guys love and care about me, but I'm not enough for you guys. You guys deserve someone better, who's not depressed and not sad all the time. I have decided that I wasn't good enough for the world so I rid it of the sadness. I love you guys.

Love,

Felix

"NO, YOU WERE GOOD ENOUGH FELIX, GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE WORLD AND GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME AND Y/N!" Y/n hugged Changbin tight while he cried. "Shh, Binnie. Felix is in a better place now. We will see him one day." Changbin laid there crying and hugging Y/n while silently cursing and blaming himself for his friends suicide. "I miss him too." Images haunted their memories for that night.

It has been months since Felix had died and Y/n was worried about her boyfriend. Changbin has not spoken a word after that night, not to Y/n, not to his siblings, not even to his parents. He spent most of his time at his best friend's grave. His girlfriend was worried and getting a little frustrated that he won't talk.

"Binnie?" No words came from him, just a stare. "Binnie, please talk to me. I know he was your best friend and I know you loved him more than me. I accepted that fate once I said yes to being your girlfriend, but please, don't shut me out. I am worried about you." Tears dangerously close to falling. Changbin stayed mute but hugged his girlfriend tight. She cried in his arms, sad that he wouldn't talk to her. She would do almost anything to hear him say I love you to her.

A few days passed and it was September 15th, Felix's birthday. Changbin did his same routine of visiting the grave and staying home. Y/n went work but promised that she would visit her friend's grave later. She walked home tiredly after her visit and opened the door. "Binnie, I'm home." She threw her stuff on the couch and walked to their shared bedroom. "Binnie, I-." Y/n had noticed the empty pill bottles that were filled yesterday. Her eyes darted to the body lying on his side of the bed, lifeless and unbreathing. "Binnie, no." Tears streamed down her face as she shakily grabbed on to the all too familiar looking paper. It was the same fancy paper he used to write his confession to her and now it was used to write his death to her.

Dear soulmate,

I love you so much, but it hurt seeing you in pain from my misery. I missed Felix and as I stood at his grave today, I realized that you would be better off without me. So today, I joined Felix. I'm sorry y/n I can't live with this. Don't follow in my footsteps, just keep on going on in life and don't forget me.

Love,

Binnie

"I love you too, Binnie." She sat down and cried a while before calling the paramedics. The next day, she sat on the bed in silence, thinking about everything that had happened. She loved Felix but he had ruined two other lives thinking he only ruined his. Y/n had decided that she was not going to follow in their footsteps but continue on with her life and keep them close in her heart.

Years later, she sat in front of their graves that were side by side. "I made it guys, I finished university and now I am a Vice President of the recording studio that my good friend Bang Chan owns. I gave him some of your demos because I wanted to show the world how great your music was. I hope you aren't mad. Oh, and I think I met someone. His name is Han Jisung and he creates music too. I guess I fall for the hot producer guys huh? I still love you two." With that, she left flowers and went on.

#kpop #stray kids #lee felix #felix oneshot #stray kids felix #changbin #changbin x you #changbin x reader #changbin x angst #stray kids angst #skz angst #changbin angst #felix angst #kpop angst

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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For the meet ugly prompts: #27? I feel like it has a lot of potential to be really funny for the OT4 :)

27: we have one night stands with roommates and sneak out of the house at the same time.

I interpreted “sneak out” kinda broadly. This is right on the line between SFW and NSFW: No sex, but it gets hot and heavy at the end.

Duck wakes up under moth-patterned covers, rubs his forehead as he grabs his phone from his pants on the floor. Shit, he didn’t mean to sleep this late, that could make things awkward if the guy from last night wanted him gone.

The bedroom door open and closes and Indrid, his hookup, enters in a yellow and pink bathrobe, holding a silver packet.

“Good morning.”

“Mornin’. Uh, sorry, guess I was real tired.”

“We did do rather a lot last night.” Indrid grins, sitting down on the bed next to him, “here, my roommate is making breakfast sandwiches. I had him make you one. Do not take the pack as a sign you must leave, I just asked him to wrap it in case you were in a hurry.”

“Thanks. I should be gettin goin’, Winnie’s probably missin’ breakfast.”

“One musn’t keep such a noble creature waiting.” Indrid hands him the sandwich. He’d shown the taller man photos of his cat last night both because he dotes on the flufflball and because it got Indrid to scoot closer to him.

“Yeah, she can get in a mood....uh, you seen my underwear?”

Indrid scans the room, red glasses sitting on his forehead and giving Duck a perfect look at his brown eyes.

“Ah, here we are.” He reaches under the small desk covered in art supplies, “my, those got some distance.”

“You were naked, I was in a hurry.” Duck mumbles, making Indrid bark a laugh as he brings him the rest of his clothes.

When he steps out of the bedroom, he spots a tall man with a short, coppery beard standing at the kitchen stove. That must be the roommate, but Duck’s eye is drawn to the man exiting the other bedroom. His short black hair is mussed, there’s a pillowmark beneath his high cheekbone on one side, and his dress shirt is rumpled.

The other man does not seem pleased to be seeing three people in front of him instead of one.

“Oh hey babe, you’re up.” The roommate turns, beaming, “made you breakfast, do you want some coffee? I can put it in a to-go up if, uh, if you need to leave.”

“Yes, thank you. I, um, I should be going.”

The roommate smiles, quickly puts together a sandwich and coffee cup, complete with cream and sugar. The other man sips it and sighs, “you remembered.”

“‘How do you like your coffee’ isn’t just a cheesy line for me, babe. Gotta make sure you enjoy yourself start to finish.”

“Damn, that was smooth” Duck whispers as Indrid walks him to the door.

“Agreed. Though I rather enjoyed your one about pollination last night. By far the most creative response to these I’ve received” he points to the tattooed moth just visible on his shoulder. His wide grin goes shy, “I did really have a wonderful time, Duck.”

“Me too. Lemme, uh, lemme know if you wanna meet up again?”

Indrid nods, waves goodbye as Duck heads off the porch and down onto the sidewalk. He eats as he walks, decides Indrid has good taste in roommates because that one makes a mean breakfast sandwich.

He gets to the bus stop, late September morning still crisp with the coming fall. Pulling out his phone, he discovers it’s dead. He did use it a lot last night, on their date, but only because Indrid was so clearly interested in what he had to show him. Why a guy who does tattoos for a living thinks a fella who’s a nerd for plants is interesting, Duck will never know. He’s just glad he does.

Music out of reach, he sits and listens to the cardinals and kinglets calling in the trees. Someone sits down next to him, aluminum foil reflecting the sun off their hand and into his face.

It’s the guy. The one from Indrid’s apartment.

Should Duck tell him he has a big bruise on his neck? He probably knows, right? Then again, he was in a hurry?

“Hey, uh, don’t mean to be weird or nothin’, but you got a little uh-” He taps his neck and the man whacks his hand over the mark.

“Shit”

“Someone you’re worried’ll notice?”

“What exactly are you implying?” The man glares at him, blues eyes going from charmingly flustered to suspicious in an instant.

“Nothin, just seem real worried for somethin that happens to almost everyone some time or another.”

“I like keeping my private life private. I don’t want random people knowing what I like in bed.” He snaps

“Okay, okay, jeez man, sorry I mentioned it.”

They fall silent as Duck’s bus approaches, and both stand to board it. Just his luck, this is route to the capitol square with the massive farmer’s market, so he and the mister touchy end up squished in next to each other.

Two stops in, the man murmurs, “ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rude. I’m, uh, I don’t usually do things like, well, like hooking up with someone I meet on Grindr.”

Something about the way he says it, like he’s afraid he’ll get in trouble, brushes away Duck’s annoyance.

“No shame in havin a good time with someone. Wait, shit, was it a good time? Did somethin happen?”

“Oh no, nono,” the man hurriedly shakes his head, “it was just what I needed. Barclay is a great guy. I just feel like it was too easy, that getting that lucky on my first try is a sign something will go wrong.” He gives Duck a resigned smile, “in case you havent noticed, I’m an overthinker. Are you, damn it what’s his name, Indrid’s boyfriend?”

“Nah. He comes to draw in the arboretum where I work, we been kinda flirtin the last few weeks, and yesterday I finally said fuck it and asked if he wanted to get a drink later.”

“He’s certainly...distinct looking. In a good way, I mean.”

“Yeah, he is.” Duck smiles, thoughts drifting off to the memory kissing him gently as they finally fell asleep, his face captivating in the dim of the room, “probably see him again. Assumin’ he wants to see me, I guess.”

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“I am supposed to wait until he arrives home to text him, correct?” Indrid pushes his phone as far away as possible to remove temptation.

“Maybe? I dunno man, all those rules about texting and shit are designed to sell books and bad youtube channels.”

“But I don’t want to come off as possessive or clingy.”

“Believe me bud, I know.” Barclay turns his phone around so Indrid can see the two lines sitting in the “draft” section, “I’ve been writing and re-writing this for five minutes because I want Joseph to know I’d for sure be down to see him again but there’s no pressure.” He sets Indrid’s refilled coffee down on the table. They trade a look, then burst out laughing.

“Fuck, guess we both had a good time last night huh?”

“Very. Duck remains as wonderful as I hoped and I have not enjoyed sex that much since, hmmm, well, since the last time you and I were together.”

“That poor desk.”

“May it rest in peace.” Indrid sips from his mug, “Joseph is quite charming. You have excellent taste in men.”

“That a compliment to him or to you?” Barclay fluffs Indrid’s hair as he passes by him.

“Mostly him.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, little moth.” A kiss on the head this time before Barclay heads to the shower. Indrid gets his sketchbook, turns on some mindless cooking show and settles on the couch.

Eventually Barclay calls from his room, “Indrid? Been about forty-five minutes, bet he’s home by now.”

Indrid springs up, grinning, and grabs his phone.

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Duck was out downtown when the rain started, which is why he’s now hunkered down in the cafe by the capitol in hopes of waiting out the storm. He’s not the only one with this idea, and he’s made sure to make the chair across from him obviously empty in case someone needs a spot.

“Hello again. Do you mind?” It’s the blued-eyed guy again, dressed for work in a suit and dress shoes. Duck hasn’t seen him since that first morning, in spite of going back to Indrid’s place multiple times over the last three weeks.

“Go for it.” Duck scoots his coffee to the side so the man can set his mug down. He pulls out his phone, but can’t quite focus; he keeps wanting to look across the table.

“How are things going with Indrid?”

“Real good--wait, how did you know he an I were still-”

“Barclay’s mentioned you once or twice. And your name is pretty memorable.”

‘It’s a nickname.”

“That makes a bit more sense. Mines on the other end of things; there are a lot of Josephs in the world.” He sips his cinnamon-scented drink, sets it down again, “so, what do you do?”

“I’m a ranger over in the arboretum. You?”

“I work for an organization that checks up on businesses to be sure they’re meeting worker health and safety laws.”

Duck watches the rain out the windows, wondering if Joseph wants to keep talking or is just being polite.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Did Indrid tell you about him and Barclay?”

“Yeah, ‘bout a week ago. He said he was hopin’ he and I could get more serious, but that he wanted me to know the two of them had a sorta, uh, fuckbuddies thing goin’ so I could make an informed choice.”

“That’s more or less where Barclay and I are at. Um, how do you feel about it?”

“I’m okay with it. I ain’t interested in anyone else right now, but when I thought about it, Indrid havin a thing with Barclay ain’t stopped him from bein’ amazin’ to me and I’m fallin’ hard for him. I don’t feel like some kind of side piece or whatever. I just feel like I’m headin for somethin good with a guy who has a casual partner. Did it bug you?”

“No” Joseph shakes his head, “which confuses me. I, um, I have trouble releasing control in much of my life. I assumed it would freak me out to learn I wasn’t the only partner in someone’s life. But when Barclay told me it didn’t really bother me. He even offered to talk to Indrid about being only friends if that was what I needed. It’s been awhile since someone was so quick to think about my wants and feelings when dropping unexpected news on me. Plus, I’ve spent a little time with Indrid when we’ve been over there, and I like him. He clearly cares about Barclay, just like I do, and in some way that makes me happy. Is that weird?”

“Not really an expert on weird. But I think you’re overthinkin’ things again.”

A small laugh, “True. Help me think about something else. Tell me...tell me what your favorite part of work is.”

Duck’s surprised at the interest, but gets glimpse of pleading hope, og someone a little hungrier for connection than he’s letting on, and finds no desire to refuse.

“Prairie restoration, it’s fascinatin….”

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Duck’s not surprised to see Joe’s name come up on screen; the two of them have been hanging out more, both as friends and on double dates with Barclay and Indrid. He’s learned that his friend is a stealth-nerd beneath his professional veneer, that he likes game nights as much as Duck does, and that he makes a certain sound when he cums (that last one he learned on accident; he was snuggled up with an under-the-weather Indrid in the living room when Joe and Barclay got home from a date).

Joe: Are you busy tonight?

Duck: Nope.

Joe: Do you want to go to the “Adult Swim” at the children’s science museum? I got tickets a week ago, but Barclay got called in to work tonight.

Duck: Sure, sounds lie a good time.

Joe: See you at the museum at 7?

Duck replies in the affirmative, goes to pick out something less grubby than his crossfit clothes to wear. Maybe the short-sleeve button up with the whales; Joe mentioned he like it.

His phone buzzes.

Sugar: Busy tonight?

Duck: Yeah, going to the museum with Joe since Barclay has to work.

He realizes how this might sound, begins rapidly typing several explanations or offers to not if Indrid doesn’t want him too, but his boyfriend beats him to it.

Sugar: Oh yes, I remember him mentioning that. Good, I’m glad the tickets won’t go to waste. Have fun, my sweet, please take picture of any interesting bugs for me if there is an entomology section <3

Duck: Will do, sugar.

He signs with a kissy face, gets two black hearts and a kissy face back.

The Adult Swim is wonderful; the museum is artfully lit, there’s snacks everywhere, and even a fancy cocktail included with admission. He and Joe clink glasses, wander through the exhibits, laughing and playing with the interactive exhibits. There are no bugs, but Duck takes pictures of the light exhibit, which feature interesting color patterns he might like for tattoo inspiration.

They’ve just finished fucking around in the paleontology exhibit, and Joe is looking through a viewfinder that shows him how a triceratops saw the world. Duck sneaks up behind him, growls in his ear, “didn’t spot the t-rex in time.”

“If you plan on eating me, we should at least head into the bathroom.” Joe winks as he turns, heading out onto the balcony to look out on the city. Duck knows that if he follows him out there right now, he’ll kiss him.

“Be right out, gonna go grab some more of those mini-pies.”

Joe nods to show he heard him as he pushes open the door. Duck hopes he doesn’t see him take several deep breaths to get his imagination under control before he goes off in search of an edible distraction.

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“Doors open!”

“Oh, hey man, Indrid home yet?”

“No, it’s Thursday the 12th, so the studio is prepping like crazy for tomorrow.”

“Shit, that’s right.”

“Cookie? I just made them.”

“Thanks--holy shit that’s good.”

“Thanks, I’ve been trying to nail the chocolate chip and potatoe chip recipe.”

“Think you might--aw fuck, ‘Drid just texted, he’s gonna be another hour.”

“You can chill here if you want. Uh, I’ve got Super-Smash Bros, if you wanna play.”

“Aw hell yeah.”

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“Good morning, Joseph.”

“Gahoh, hi Indrid. I’ll be out of your way in a few minutes.”

“There’s no rush. I certainly don’t mind your company. I believe there are left over cinnamon rolls in the fridge, if you would like.”

Joseph gathers a coffee cup and a roll on a plate, sits down on the couch, and finds his pocket buzzing.

“Here” Indrid takes the plate.

“Thank you. Looks like it’s my sister...oh, she got a new dog, do you want..” He stops as Indrid holds out a piece of the cinnamon roll on the fork. Hesitates, then opens his mouth and lets Indrid feed him. He starts showing him pictures as he does, Indrid commenting and laughing and, every so often, murmuring, “good boy” when he takes a bite.

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“Ohfuck, shit, sorry!” Duck covers his eyes as Indrid quickly closes the front door.

“Nono, fuck, sorry, that’s on us, thought you guys weren’t home until later.” Barclay’s apology is underscored by the sound of a zipper closing.

“It’s quite alright, no harm done, Joseph you look very nice like that, carry on.” Indrid pulls Duck into his room, both of them snickering and blushing as Duck pushes him down onto the bed.

“My my, someone’s wound up.”

“Makes two of us.” Duck grinds down on him, Indrid gasping and grinning as he arches his back.

“Indeed. Now get that handsome face down here. I have some things I wish to do to it.”

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The giant stop motion monster continues rampaging on the screen as Duck loops his arm over Indrid’s shoulder. The first snowstorm of the year has come early, so they opted to switch their double date to a monster movie double feature (curated by Joe) in the apartment. Beneath their shared blanket, Indrid’s hand strokes his belly, skating down to the front of his jeans in teasing bursts.

On the other side of the couch, Barclay has started kissing Joe’s cheek, the blue-eyed man sighing and turning to kiss him back.

This is not a new situation for them. The last few weeks they’ve gotten more comfortable cuddling and making out in the same space as each other. Duck’s not complaining; hearing both Indrid and Joe gasping and sighing near him makes him hotter than a July afternoon.

Indrid bumps his cheek with his nose, and Duck turns for a kiss. He gets one, but he also gets a firmer stroke down his cock, making him moan. Indrid smirks into the kiss, does it again, then a third time, Duck gripping the front of his white tank top with a groan.

“Maybe we, uh, should dip out on the movie.” He murmurs.

“We can” Indrid purrs, kissing him again, “but Joseph seems to be enjoying the show.”

Duck whips his head around; Joe is looking at the two of them as he leans against Barclay’s chest, between his legs, expression moving from desire to surprise to hope over and over again. Barclay, unbothered, continues kissing his neck and murmuring in his ear, the blush on his cheeks rising each time the larger man does so.

“Or perhaps he’s envious?” Indrid cocks his head, “would you like your hand to be here instead of mine, Joseph?”

Joe’s normal eloquence is nowhere to be found, his eyes flicking between the three other men so quickly Duck worries he’ll sprain something.

“I asked you a question, pet.” Indrid sharpens his tone on the last word and Joe whimpers. Duck has zero interest in Indrid ever calling him that name; but hearing it in his lilting, gently demanding tone directed at Joe sends desire zinging through him.

“C’mon, babe, be a good boy and answer.” Barclay nips his boyfriend’s ear.

“Yes. Or, or, more accurately, I’d trade places with either of you. If that’s, would it be, do either of you?” He looks back at Barclay, who smiles tenderly and runs a thumb up his cheek.

“Okay with me if it’s okay with them.”

“Do you want it as well, my sweet?” Indrid tilts up his glasses so he can look Duck in the eye. The affection in those brown eyes makes the T.V, the moon, the stars look dim.

“Hell yeah.”

Indrid crooks his finger and Joe clambers the short distance on the couch to kneel by Duck.

“How shouldMMmmmmm!”

Duck gets a whiff of aftershave as Indrid yanks Joe forward by his shirt, kissing him and squishing Duck between them. The angle is awful but he doesn’t give fuck, buries his face into Joe’s neck, kissing the point where he feels his pulse moving like mothwings, mouthing and nipping at the skin as he slides one hand up the front of his shirt and the other down the back of his pants. When he squeezes his ass Joe squeaks and Indrid breaks the kissing, laughing.

“I didn’t know you had such noises in you, pet. It’s quite endearing.”

“Indrid, Duck, please, I want, I want to, oh fuck it.” He pulls back just enough to not jab his knee into Duck’s belly as he falls on him, kissing him so hard and so long Duck’s chest tightens and his vision narrows. The taller pulls away long enough to breathily moan his name before feasting on his mouth again.

“Yes, he does elicit such feelings, oh, hello.” Indrid giggles, and Duck can just see that Barclay is now on the floor, kneeling before the pale-haired man, kissing the skin exposed by his shirt before rubbing his beard across it, making Indrid laugh harder.

“Can’t let you have all the fun, little moth.” Barclay rumbles

“I can think of many things you can let me haveAH, oh, oh goodness, I forgot how much you like to bite.”

Barclay growls, reminding Duck of something important. He pushes Joe backwards, clambering atop him and pulling his shirt up as he does, stuffing the hem of it between those perfect lips.

“Christ lookit you” he runs his palms up Joe’s body, the man arching and writhing beneath him, “you look like a goddamn fuckin centerfold, you’re so fuckin perfect.”

Joe’s moan is loud even through the shirt, and much needier than before. He grins, crawling onto him , “guess I ain’t the only one who likes praise in bed.”

Joe shakes his head, whining eagerly through the make-shift gag. Duck growls again, attacks his chest with bites, leaving an especially hard one when Indrid grabs his ass without warning.

While Joe clearly enjoys the increase in pain, his responding thrash is sudden enough to send him and Duck rolling off the couch in a jumble. Someone’s foot catches Barclay in the shoulder, knocking him back onto the rug.

“Whoops.” Duck says to the ceiling, laugh bubbling up from his chest and bounding about the room.

“Sorry.” Joe says to the floor, chuckling as he sits up.

“That was very graceful.” Indrid teases from his spot on the couch, only for Barclay to rear up and pull him down on top of him, the thinner man squawking indignantly. As they all disentangle and sit up, Duck looks around their little circle of flushed skin and mussed clothes.

“So, uh, that happened.”

“Indeed.” Indrid scoots next to him, resting his head on his shoulder.

“Is everyone, like, okay that it did? I mean, we seemed okay and said yes and shit but is okay in like a bigger sense?” Barclay holds out his hand and Joe takes it.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Yep.”

“Do we, uh, wanna talk about what this is gonna look like?”

They all nod, and spend the next two hours hashing out the details of their newly forming polycule. Duck and Barclay agree they’d rather be metamours, everyone else will be partners, and that everyone should probably get some sleep before diving into the do’s and don’ts of what they each want from sex.

Barclay and Indrid build a makeshift bed on the floor by the T.V, Joe and Duck on the inside with Barclay and Indrid on the outside.

Duck drifts off to sleep with his head on Joe’s chest and Indrid’s arms around him. He knows they still have things to work out, that there will be hiccups. But for now, he’s happy to lay here, safe and loved, with his boyfriends.

#indrid cold/duck newton #indruck #OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #agent stern/barclay/indrid cold/Duck newton #agent stern/barclay #sternclay #agent stern/duck newton #Indrid cold/Barclay #meet ugly

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My Ikemen Vampire OCs

Been a while since I’ve done anything with OCs and I’m not sure if I’ll be using these boyos in fics or the like. I just wanted to add my own suitors based on some historical figures that caught my attention and thought would be cool to bring back as sexy vampires uwu~

Picrew used can be found here.

Marco Polo

Thomas Jefferson

Sigmund Freud

~Details under the cut~

Marco Polo

The Wide-Eyed Explorer

Adventurous x Oblivious

“Life's all about finding something out there in this great wide world that hasn't been discovered yet. How about it, Signorina? Want to take the risk with me?”

An explorer renowned for his treks from Europe to Asia, his documentation of his travels are known the world over. Yearning for knowledge yet grounded in his ideals, he enjoys exploring this “distant future” of 19th century France and pauses to marvel at every detail and moment he can. He accepted the taste of immortality so he could further explore the world. However, the dynamic, rocky expanse of love is one journey even the great Marco Polo wasn’t prepared for.

Birthday: September 15th

Height: 177cm (5’9”)

Occupation: Merchant

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Exploring, Collecting trinkets (hoarding), Taking notes

Dislikes: Staying indoors

Specialty: Storytelling, Charisma

Weaknesses: Lying

Favourite Food: Pasta

Hated Food: Ginger

Pet: Monkey named Viaggio

Random Tidbits

Wears two dangling coin earrings, as a symbol of the currency he knew before learning of and introducing paper money to Europe.

Responsible for bringing noodles - and consequently, pasta - back to Italy. One of his proudest accomplishments, he says.

Gets incredibly pouty when people doubt his memoirs or if he even made it to China at all.

Is endlessly fascinated by the different culture of this “new world” and will ask endless questions to gain knowledge.

Gets flustered and oddly prideful over how many other important figures of history looked to his experiences to guide them (Of course, he is most proud of the children’s game named after him).

Most of his memoirs were written in prison and by his cellmate. *A/N: hmmm, I wonder who comes back to smite him :3*

Is uncharacteristically frugal and likes to hoard any “unique” treasures he finds (most of them are commonplace items, but rare to Marco).

Favourite Place To Bite: Shoulder. He just gets incredible pleasure sinking his teeth into the flesh of the shoulder, and it works in tandem to muffle the groans that threaten to slip through his lips as he feeds. And if they bite him back on his shoulder, he is gone. His arms will always be snaked around their waist and whether he’s pressed against their back or front, he’s absorbed in his feeding so fully that sometimes he doesn’t know when to pull back until it’s too much.

Associates With:

Leonardo - The pureblood quite enjoys the boundless vibrant energy of his fellow Italian, and is more than happy to show him around the city and listen to the younger man’s detailed recounts of what he’s seen. They fuel each other’s insatiable need for new things to learn.

Dazai - Enjoys teasing him for his cluelessness about the world. The mansion’s residents don’t know whether to intervene, as both seem oblivious to the other’s intentions in their odd conversations.

Sebastian - Usually on the butler’s bad side for the constant clutter of “souvenirs” he always returns with. However, is rewarded with the whimsical story recounting of THE Marco Polo, so it isn’t all bad.

How He Met MC

After MC had attended dinner and was making her way to Comte’s room, she almost gets knocked off her feet as she collides with someone whilst lost in thought. Things fall to the floor and she quickly apologises and kneels down to help pick up the fallen items. As she lifts her head, she’s met with a head of white wispy locks and kind ice-blue eyes staring back at her behind his round spectacles. He takes the things back from her and they both return to their feet. “Grazie Mille, Signorina.” He says through a grin. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. You must be new around here.”

“Oh, um--”

(Is he a famous figure of history too? He looks nice enough.)

Her thoughts are cut off as Sebas comes into the hallway and seems ready to scold the young man for bringing in another assortment of useless trinkets. He pouts a little and says that these are unique and a brand new discovery that he must look into for their use. Sebas sighs, notices MC and asks if he has introduced himself to her yet. He blinks and exclaims in realisation before turning back to MC with a sheepish, boyish grin.

“It seems I forgot to introduce myself to you, Signorina. My name is Marco Polo. I’m a merchant and an explorer.”

(M-Marco Polo?!)

After MC learns the truth about the mansion and its residents, she’s on her guard as she walks aimlessly around the mansion, avoiding everyone she can for fear of them biting her. She stops as she passes the archive at the sound of a happy tune being hummed. She peeks in to see Marco cross-legged on the floor with a pile of junk in front of him. Yet the way he’s observing each piece makes her believe every single one is an irreplaceable treasure. He adjusts his glasses and inspects the map in his hands with an inquisitive gaze, his excitement of a new discovery at his fingertips vibrant and infectious.

She’s so lost watching him that she hardly realises that she’s entered the archive, her feet naturally bringing her towards him. He stops humming and turns to meet her curious eyes with a wink.

“Oh! Perfecto! Just the woman I was hoping to see!”

He says it so heartfeltly that she feels her heart leap.

“Would you happen to know what these are? Since you’re from the future, you’d likely have a better idea than me.”

She hesitantly sits down across from him, still unsure yet compelled to help him, the kind, yearning aura surrounding him too strong to resist. [First CG of them looking over the pile of junk. Marco gesturing wide as he imagines the uses of a simple silver spoon and MC staring at him like “...it’s a spoon, not a lightning rod.”]

As she listens to him, she asks him why he finds joy in collecting these everyday items. He blinks at her...before bursting out laughing.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious!”

“Ah, I’m sorry. Really I am. It’s just I never get tired of hearing that question. To me, that question means that there are people out there who have grown accustomed to what’s around them. So much so that something they see every day has lost its beauty to their eyes. I truly believe that everything out there - discovered or not - has a story, a meaning. No matter how mundane it may be, everything has a unique beauty in this world.”

(That’s...such a wonderful outlook on life.)

...

Thomas Jefferson

The Repentant Sinner

Awkward x Earnest

“I cannot see the merits of wanting to get to know me. So, why can’t I stop you from doing so?”

A diplomat and a scholar, the one thing Thomas Jefferson cannot say he is versed in is the art of conversation. Despite this, he isn’t shy. He simply prefers to observe and document what is around him. Intelligent and soft-spoken, he seems to be more driven in his immortal life despite his tremendous accomplishments in his human life. What so greatly motivated him to be reborn as a vampire?

Birthday: April 13th

Height: 190cm (6'2")

Occupation: Diplomat don't mention the P-word

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Writing, Violin

Dislikes: Public speaking

Specialty: Writing documents (in silence)

Weaknesses: Conversation, His reputation

Favourite Food: Vegetables (selective vegetarian)

Hated Food: Liver

Pet: Mockingbird named Quill

Random Tidbits

Can speak 4 languages (English, Latin, French and Italian) and can communicate through writing in a further two languages (Greek and Spanish).

Wears multiple rings and a wrist cuff on his right hand, as he had dislocated his wrist in his human life yet the bones failed to set right when healing. The discomfort continues as a vampire, though less painful.

His voice is quiet, mellow and of a tenor pitch. He can barely string more than three sentences together unless speaking in private and about a topic he is knowledgeable in.

Developed mild insomnia since becoming a vampire. Coupled with his periodic headaches, some days he will be completely inconsolable.

Enjoys writing and listening to his mockingbird sing in the comfort of his room.

Completely freezes and nearly breaks down when reminded of the dark underbelly of his legacy.

Has no less than four feather quills on his person wherever he goes.

Favourite Place To Bite: Fingers. Feeding on a body part with a smaller surface area helps him pace himself and prevent more harm than necessary. But he truly enjoys piercing his fangs into the tip of the index and middle fingers, giving a cursory suck before withdrawing and taking the fingers into his mouth to suck them that way; he doesn’t wish to harm anyone with his bites if he can help it. Of course, sometimes he can’t help it when he’s lost in bloodlust.

Associates With:

Isaac - Enjoys his quiet companionship. They usually sit in the archive together, working on their different projects in complete silence.

Napoleon - Occasionally goes to the Frenchman requesting a feather from his eagle to make into a new quill. Napoleon agrees under the condition he helps him teach the schoolchildren, something he begrudgingly agrees to.

How He Met MC

The first time she meets Thomas is at her welcoming dinner. She baulks slightly at the height of him and the broad set of his shoulders being accentuated by his perfectly fitted dress shirt. He meets her gaze and nods politely towards her before taking his seat and idly staring down at and fiddling with his rings. She whispers to Napo if she somehow offended him, but he assures her that that’s just how Thomas is; not the best at striking up a conversation.

When introductions come up, he’s one of the last to speak and definitely the least enthusiastic. He clears his throat softly and makes eye contact with MC, his gaze oddly intense as if forcing himself to meet her eye.

“Thomas Jefferson. Diplomat. A pleasure.”

(Thomas Jefferson. He was important in American history if I remember correctly. Can’t say I know much more than that.)

When Sebas (and Arthur) get it through MC’s head that she’s now in a mansion of vampires, she immediately runs out of the kitchen and just panic runs. She ends up in the foyer and almost collapses with relief because she can finally escape this place. Before she can reach the door, however, she realises there’s someone else right in front of the door, pacing back and forth as if in a trance.

(Oh great. They have someone on guard as well? Even more reason to get out of here!)

She tries to slip by, but the man notices her and stops his pacing to stare at her, saying nothing. MC feels overwhelmed by his gaze and starts to shake. His eyes widen and he goes to reach for her.

“Are you--?”

“Get away from me! Vampire! Monster! Don’t touch me!!”

She swats his hand away and makes a break for the door, but Thomas grabs her around the waist, pinning her arms down. She thrashes and begins to feel tears pricking her eyes when Sebas emerges. Thomas turns to him and asks him to take the young lady to her room. He immediately releases her from his hold and whispers a soft “I apologise for scaring you.” before walking back to his room with long strides.

Back in her room, she reflects on what happened and realises that his grip on her wasn’t tight enough to harm her and instead, he was likely as panicked as she was.

(Even if he is a vampire, it was clear he was trying to protect me. And I called him a monster…)

The next day, she asks Sebas to show her where Thomas’ room is so she can apologise to him. Sebas says to try the archive instead and shows her the way. She knocks on the door and peeks inside.

Sitting at a desk and brandishing a feather quill, Thomas writes like his life depends on it, his eyes - while still heavy and tired with dark circles - seem focused with an intensity that leaves MC dumbfounded. [First CG of him deep in his scribing, unaware of the pretty lady who watches him with her attention rapt.]

(He writes as if he’s possessed. I feel like if I interrupted him now, I’d be ruining the very nature of his being.)

She waits until he lets out a soft sigh and sets down his quill. When he finally notices her presence, he blinks, a deer in the headlights. His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out.

“Um...can I help you?”

...

Sigmund Freud

The Cold Elitist

Analytical x Insatiable

“Such honest eyes. Yet such boring simplicity in your actions and thoughts.”

An Austrian neurologist whose work helped to shape modern psychology. His work with brains and how they shape our conscious and unconscious mind - his book The Interpretation of Dreams using his own brain as the study - made him observant and insightful; in a holier-than-thou way in most cases. He is private and distancing, yet fiercely loyal to those he deems worthy enough to be close to him. His own findings concluded that personality and unconscious thoughts cannot be so easily swayed. Until he meets you...

Birthday: May 6th

Height: 180cm (5’10”)

Occupation: Neurologist (despises the term psychologist being attributed to him)

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Hobbies: Smoking cigars, People watching, Reading

Dislikes: Being referred to by his first name (Call him Freud or you’ll get one hell of a death stare)

Specialty: Psychoanalysis, Picking apart people’s thoughts

Weaknesses: Accepting defeat or wrongdoing, Smiling through his eyes

Favourite Food: Artichoke

Hated Food: Anything American

Pet: Frog named Ego

Random Tidbits

He has a pet frog because of his early work as a medical student, where he studied frog brains to determine the difference between vertebrate and invertebrate brains. And named his pet after one of the terms he coined of the human psyche, representing the balance of our desires and morality.

Used to smoke cigars heavily, so much so that he developed mouth cancer which led to his eventual human death. Picked the habit back up again after being revived as a vampire.

Had a therapy dog when he was human. Sneaks pets to Vic and King whenever he can.

Was quoted saying “The goal of all life is death.”, yet accepted the offer to be granted eternal life (he chuckles bitterly at himself over this fact).

Was a firm Shakespeare sceptic and remains so into his vampire life. Any conversation he has with Shakespeare usually ends with him bad-mouthing him in German and proclaiming that the Earl of Oxford was the true writer of his plays.

Continues to write books about his discoveries, yet keeps them unpublished.

Is joked as being sex-obsessed (by Arthur of all people), but stands by his claims that sexual wishes and desires play into how a person’s mentality is shaped.

Favourite Place To Bite: Stomach. The way the muscles flex and spasm around his fangs is exquisite in every meaning of the word. He enjoys slowly sliding the blouse up, letting his hands trail slowly to feel the goosebumps that prickle on the skin, before biting right on the curve of the waist.

Associates With:

Comte - The one man who may call him by his first name. Feels indebted to him for another chance at life.

Mozart - Short yet calm conversations between the two Austrians happen every so often; about what, who can say?

Arthur - Pesters Freud for psychoanalytical techniques he can incorporate into his Holmes novels. Gives him the bare minimum to leave him alone. Absolutely loathes the nickname the Brit gives him (“Siggy”).

How He Met MC

When MC first encounters him, Freud is at the dining table with Mozart, Theo, Vincent and Isaac. As soon as he hears the commotion and she enters for dinner, he abruptly stands and leaves without a word, only sparing a cold stare that she feels in the pit of her stomach.

Her first true encounter with him is after Sebas tries to tell her that her housemates are vampires and she runs into him in the hallway. She notes that his eyes of metal run just as cold as the first time she met his gaze, but she still tries to greet him (Comte told her about him briefly at dinner, saying his name is Sigmund). When she addresses him as such, his lips twitch in distaste and harshly tells her not to call him that.

Being MC, she bites back a little, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

”For a meek little thing, you certainly try to bark, don’t you?”

“Hey, I don’t need another person in this mansion referring to me as a dog!”

“Hm. Very well then, Rotznase.”

(Did....did he just call me a brat?!) *A/N: no, MC. He called you a snot-nosed brat*

She goes to bite back again, but something in his eyes stops her dead. Like they can see into her soul, see the exact way her brain ticks. He exudes a harsh aura that makes her want to run, but the power of his eyes on her has her paralysed, like a predator staring down its defenceless prey. He scoffs at her before asking if she knows what he is. When she doesn’t respond, he sighs in annoyance before grabbing her by the throat and pushing her against the wall, hard. [First CG of this kabedon-strangling hybrid. 2/10, not sexy and probably hurts too much.]

”You’re a foolish little girl. And unfortunate in your luck. If you had crossed paths with any of the other beasts in these halls, you may have gotten away with nothing more than nightmares.”

His hand on her throat tightens, constricting her windpipe and cutting off her air supply, the petrified horror in her eyes only increasing as he bares his fangs to her.

”I am not a lenient man, I never have been. And this is no dream. You’re just an unlucky human. No offence intended.”

Just as his hand tightens further and he leans over her, Arthur of all people is the one to save her. He grabs Freud’s collar and yanks him back, barking at him not to scare the bird. Freud only gives an annoyed huff before strolling away as if he never had any part in it. MC loses strength in her knees and passes out from fear, and Arthur brings her to her room before heading to Comte to tell him what occurred.

The following day, Comte invites MC out to the garden for a chat. He confirms that the residents are all men of history brought back from death as vampires, and he apologises for Freud’s less than savoury approach at drilling the message in.

”Listen well, ma Cherie. The men in this mansion may be vampires, but they all show restraint. Sigmund, however, is an unusual case. He is prone to frenzies, where he’s so consumed with bloodlust that he cannot control himself. For your own safety, I would suggest having as little contact with him as possible.”

#ikemen vampire #ikevam #original characters #ikevam marco #ikevam thomas #ikevam freud #I'll make tags for them just in case I decide to do anything more with these guys #I've gotten this far so might as well right? bgedngf #lowkey-highkey thinking of commissioning someone to draw them #I've got outfits in mind for them...tho tbh this picrew had clothes quite similar to what I wanted #we'll see..anyway enjoy my pride and joy vamp bois ^w^

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ears-awake-eyes-opened · 4 years

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I couldn’t sleep

(Newtina Fandom Week Day 5. I’m modifying the theme a bit and taking the quote as the prompt: “I couldn’t sleep because you left.” — More of my reflections on the idea of Tina and Jacob staying temporarily with Newt in London, even if only for a short time.)

Walking the lines dictated by propriety had become a thing they’d been doing, and they increasingly disliked doing.

Newt frequently found himself staring at Tina’s hands as she waved her wand in the course of performing the chores necessary for existence. Slender fingers removed her coat and hung it on the hook. She tossed food to his creatures in her efforts to explore his life. Those same hands folded delicately over her arms at the table and wrapped around a cup of tea.

Tina’s hands were the primary occupants of his thoughts as they sat together on the sofa before bed. She was curled up in a flannel blanket, with her hands resting in her lap.

‘What if I just touch them? What if I just move my hand and touch hers?’ He wondered, ‘Would she want that? How would she respond?’

They had held hands many times while apparating and during escape. But never with the intention of intimacy, never yet just for the sake of holding hands.

‘Or is she saving her hands for Achilles Tolliver?’ That possibility loomed over Newt.

The September night held a chill, and Newt’s school scarf was slung around his neck. Tina’s gaze followed his muscles from the scarf up to his ears.

‘How would it feel to touch him there?’ she wondered, ‘To take the grey and yellow stripped wool in my hands and pull him close. To feel the pulse on the side of his throat with my lips.’

“What are you thinking about?” she asked him, resisting the pull.

Could he answer honestly? ‘Your hands. Holding your hands. Tracing every line of your palms and committing them to my memory.’

No. Too scary. Way too scary.

“I was thinking. I was wondering if you’ve heard from Achilles Tolliver?” He asked with a glance at her face then back to her hands.

He noticed surprise. She was surprised by his question.

“Achilles Tolliver? What.. Should I have?”

“Well, Queenie mentioned you’d been seeing him. So... I was just wondering.”

Tina smiled, sensing Newt’s affection in the inquiry. She folded her legs beneath her in an effort to move a little closer to him.

“No. We just got coffee a few times after work. Frankly, I barely know the guy.” Tina was close enough to hear Newt sigh in relief. “He has large teeth,” she added for effect.

“And what were you thinking, Tina. That is, when I was thinking about Mr. Tolliver.”

“I was thinking about your scarf. We didn’t wear them at Ilvermorny. Just robes, blue and cranberry.”

“I like blue,” he glanced at her pajamas under the blanket, “...and cranberry.” He looked fleetingly at her lips. “Good colors.”

Tina did what she’d been wanting to do before, well not quite everything. She reached out and held both ends of his scarf. “You wore this the day you left New York.”

She didn’t let go. She was right there before him, close enough for him to feel her breathing.

“I recall I did. And you asked me about Leta.”

Tina tenderly let go of his scarf. She felt an ache between them. A grief. She looked away from it.

“I meant what I said that day that about not knowing Leta anymore. She and Theseus often invited me to dinner, but I never accepted. Neither of them felt like home. I mean not like the way it was when we were kids.”

“We’re alive because of her sacrifice. Newt, I’m sorry she’s gone. She was a good person.”

“She was a very good person. Unfortunately, she was never able to believe it, I think.”

“Sometimes it can be hard to see ourselves for who we are.”

“Even for you? I mean, being remarkable and beautiful.”

‘Did I just say that?’ Newt questioned himself, his heart beating fast.

‘Did he just say that?’ she startled.

“You think I’m beautiful?” She felt herself yearning toward him as if she was wearing the scarf and he was pulling.

“Yes. You are... Very beautiful.”

Tina reached out and held his scarf again. Leaning in closer now.. “You know, I couldn’t sleep that night you left.”

“Which night?”

“The night after we said goodbye at the dock. I kept picturing you in my mind. And feeling you...” She touched his chest over his heart. “...Here.”

The energy between them in that moment was more powerful than any grief or fear.

Newt did what he’d been wanting to do. He covered her hand with his and pressed it to his chest. Tina encouraged him by scooting even closer.

He took her other hand from his scarf and cradled it in his palm, stroking the backs of her fingers with his and caressing every line with his thumb.

His touch was delicious. Tina took a deep breath and held in the feeling.

“I’ve been wondering.” he murmured.

She tried to ask ‘What?’ but no sound came.

He continued, “I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to do this.”

“And how does it feel?” she whispered.

“Like a new best moment of my life.”

“Oh, Newt... I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to do something too.”

She was almost there already. She pressed her lips to the side of his throat and sucked softly along his skin, then pulled away just a little.

Newt wanted to ask her how it felt, but his brain couldn’t form words. He was lit up and bold and couldn’t stop himself from following her lead. He let his body ask by kissing the length of her neck and along her jaw toward her lips. Pausing there, hovering close enough to kiss, without kissing.

Tina moaned softly, “What in the name of Deliverance Dane is happening to me?”

They reached for each other’s mouths, kissing softly, pulling back to look in each other’s eyes; then deeply with hands clutching one other.

“I couldn’t sleep either,” he murmured, “...That night I left.”

She could barely part with his mouth to ask, “Why didn’t we do this sooner? Why not then?”

“I wanted to. I’ve wanted you like this all this time. I was just fairly terrified.”

“Of me?” She kissed along his jaw, discovering the textures of his face. His chin was rough, not having shaved since morning. She thrilled with every sensation.

“Terrified of myself, I think,” he sighed with pleasure and consternation.

“And now?” Her lips plucked the corners of his.

“Honestly?”

She nodded.

“Still terrified.” He ran his fingers through her hair as he sucked her lips, first upper then lower.

“Maybe you just need acclimatization,” she offered.

He chuckled softly against the soft spot below her ear and whispered, “physiological adaptation of an organism to changes in climate or environment?”

“Mmm hmmm.” She loosened her grip on him and slid off his scarf.

“The only way to acclimatize is to remain in the new climate.” He peeled the blanket off her shoulders and let it fall. His hands took its place across her back.

“Mmm hmmm. So... maybe we just shouldn’t sleep tonight and keep doing this instead.” She hooked her thumbs into his waistband.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight regardless.”

“Me neither.”

#newtinafandomweek #newtina fanfiction #newtina #newt scamander #tina goldstein #fantastic beasts #newtina first kiss #newt’s scarf

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doof-doofblog · 4 years

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"I Want To Cash In!"

Tuesday 15th September 2020

Good evening folks! The majority of you will know I've already posted once today, this is going to be my second post of the day following up tonight's episode, so I'm completely up to date with you all! The previous episode (last night's) was a bit of devastating blow for Chantelle, Gray is just finding ways from stopping her leaving, it seems each time she's attempted to leave he's managed to take it one step further and stop her in her path.

Let's jump right into it, oh my gosh how heartbreaking is the opening scene!!! Chantelle has gone off on a holiday with her family but she has devastatingly had to leave her children behind, she's in the seaside cafe all on her own, staring out the window. All you can hear is the sound of rain against the glass window and the sound of seagulls. She looks like she's lost everything in the world. At the holiday apartment, the rest of the Taylor family are playing games and having fun, Mitch is videoing them to remember the memories, but he is just as miserable, he claims it's the same and as much fun without Chantelle. He can't seem to understand what's bothering his daughter, he decides to leave the fun and goes off to find her.

Back on the Square, Ian is finding every opportunity he can to dodge Max! Pretending to be on the phone and then having to hide behind the door of his house! Sorry, but it's pathetic! Why doesn't Ian just be the bigger man and come clean and just apologise and be truthful about what he's done! He's digging a deeper and deeper hole for himself! Meanwhile, Ruby has gone to visit Martin in the hospital, fantastic news is that he's awake and he's up and out of bed! The main thing he wants to know is if the Police know who it was who attacked him, fortunately for Vinny, Martin didn't see anything! Ruby is completely over the moon to see Martin looking well, so much so that she drops the L-Bomb on him!! But before he gets a chance to reply, he is wheeled off in the other direction. Did Ruby mean to say the L word? Or has she come to realise her true feelings for him during recent events. Another big question is, does Martin feel the same way about her?!

Hmmm, so is Ian actually struggling financially? It's probably understandably that his businesses aren't coping at the moment, possibly due to the current pandemic? But also the fact that he now owes Max some money, will this meeting be the only opportunity he has of getting things under control?

In time, Mitch eventually finds Chantelle. He finds in her the seaside cafe and he comes in tow with a huge elephant teddy for her. It's clear she's been crying, he gently places it on the table in front of her and she scoops it up and holds it as if picking wanting to hold her children ever so tightly. Mitch pulls up a chair and joins his daughter, she is looking so heartbroken and lost. Mitch begins to apologise for not being there for her as much as he should've been, but little does he know that's not the thought that's on his daughter's mind right now. He promises that he'll always be there for her from now on, Chantelle stares at him with tears filling her eyes, he softly asks her the most important question "What's wrong?" ... she sighs and tells him that she's missing her children. Now, of course she is missing her children but she hasn't given her Dad the main reason as to why, she hasn't given him the full story. She claims she just wanted them all to be together, Mitch then takes it upon himself to go back to Walford to collect her kids! Much to Chantelle's shock, but deep down as he goes and promises he won't leave without them, part of me believes she actually has hope that her Dad will return with his Grandchildren. Once again, Chantelle's hopes are lifted at another chance of getting away from Gray, but this is EastEnders - we know what's going to happen, right?!

Meanwhile, in the Vic, Ian is having a meeting with Douglas on his potential chance of becoming a part on the Planning Committee. Sharon is chatting away with Tina about Frankie when Ian enter's the pub. I feel sorry for Sharon really, she is doing everything she can to make it up to Ian. Giving him compliments and speaking highly of him in front of the fellow businessman. Ian is just shutting her down over and over again, not even saying that they're even friends anymore. In all seriousness, Sharon has done nothing wrong! She can't force feelings that she doesn't feel. If there's anyone Ian should be angry with, it's Dotty, for serving him stories and making him believe something that wasn't true. Sharon is literally just wanting her old friend back, but Ian seems to be having none of it! In the cafe, Max is on his phone to someone, does he owe someone money? He make the odd one-liner joke about having to hold Ian upside down and turn his pockets inside out to make sure he gets his money back. I'm sure the longer Ian tries to dodge the bullet and hide from Max, the more suspicious and angry he's going to get! Only, Kathy seems to overhear Max's phone conversation, and says states that he shouldn't be pestering Ian for his money, but Max makes the perfect point and claims that they were businesses partners. Kathy suddenly let's slip "He doesn't need this right now!" ... Bang! Max is suspicious, what did she mean by that?! He moves in closer to her "What has he done with my money, Kathy?!" He knows something isn't right! Kathy stands her ground and doesn't give anything away, she just tells him he'll have to wait, just a little bit longer!

At the Mitchell household, it looks as if Ben has now dragged in Jay to help with getting hold of Danny. I'm quite surprised as Jay has never been one for trouble. He's always stayed clear of Ben and his dodgy deals and gangsters. Jay makes it perfectly clear to Ben that he's not happy about it, he even asks if Phil is aware of Ben's plan. Suddenly, Callum joins them in the room, he can sense that he's walked in on a conversation between them. He asks if everything is okay and Ben assures him that everything is and that Jay is helping him with something. As Jay leaves the room, Callum then also asks Ben if he and Phil are okay with starting a war against Danny? It's a difficult situation for them all to be in, no one wants to get anyone else hurt, but I think that they know that Ben needs to go through with this to clear his name, he really does not want to be going back to prison!

Back at the holiday venue, Chantelle is packing her children's toys in the suitcase. She finds the lucky poke chip that Kheerat gave her and she sighs deeply. Suddenly a knock is heard on her bedroom door and her mother, Karen, appears. Karen sees that Chantelle is already packed and ready to leave. She's shocked to see her daughter packed already before her children have even arrived. Chantelle asks desperately to her Mum whether Mitch has been in touch. Karen confirms to her that Mitch and Chantelle's children are on their way! Chantelle's face is in utter shock! Gray has let them go? Could it be possible that Mitch has persuaded him to let them come? Could this be the last chance she gets of making her escape with the children? There's the tiniest smiles that grows on her face as Karen tells them that they'll be able to enjoy their holiday as family and make some wonderful memories. Chantelle must feel so relieved, she decides to go and buy her children a treat for when they arrive!

On the Square, Ruby is back and giving Kush an update about Martin, everyone seems very relieved to hear that Martin is doing okay. Kat shouts from across the Square that she's managed to pay Kush's rent for his stall! Kush is over the moon and he declares his love for her, as he does so, Ruby looks slightly disappointed - Why didn't Martin say the L word back to her? Does she feel silly for telling him that she loves him? Suddenly Suki approaches her, asking her how Martin is, at first it all seems rather polite but then Suki drops the bomb to Ruby that she knows about the insurance fraud. Ruby is ready to state that it was her son who attacked Martin in the first place, of course Martin is unaware of what actually happened, and Ruby wants to keep it that way. She informs Suki that Vinny is safe, she won't be going to the police and she wont be claiming on the insurance. But what I want to know is, is this going to turn around and hit Ruby where it hurts? Is Martin going to become aware of her and Vinny's plan? Will he blame her for being attacked?!

In the restaurant, Ian is continuing his meeting with Douglas, he's trying to prove a point that he's able to cope in awkward situations. Unfortunately the main thing on the other fella's mind is Sharon. Ian then literally tells him about all her failed relationships, in an attempt to warn him off! Mentioning that she had an affair with her husband's brother, to then Dennis being murdered and then finally - i'm assuming he means, Phil - a gangster?! Or was that somebody else that i'm unaware of?! Anyway, Max finally catches up with Ian, he wants his money and he wants it now! He refuses to leave the building until Ian tells him exactly what's going on! He makes himself known by dragging out a chair and sitting with his arms folded, staring at Ian! I think he knows he can't escape Max now, it's time to tell him the truth!

Oh great! Just what Walford needs, Danny Hardcastle then decides to pull up in the Square. Is he looking for someone? Does he know that the police after him? What an Earth would bring him back to the Square? As he locks his car walks away into the distance, the camera angle moves as if someone is watching him from behind the wall. At first, I thought it was going to be Ben, only Jay appears and shows that he has a screwdriver in his inside coat pocket. Is he going to scratch his car? Or perhaps stab his tyres? I feel sad that Ben has dragged Jay into this, of course Jay would do anything to help his brother out, but surely not in this way?! Ahhh so Danny has come to meet with Ben? Or did he actually believe it was Phil he coming to see?! Danny makes a snide comment saying with Phil not being there, is that his way of apologising?! These two haven't seen each other since that job in Stratford, i'm quite surprised neither of them are putting their fists up. Ben claims that he and his Dad don't owe Danny anything! Ahhh I see, so while Ben and Danny have their little catch up - Jay is planting the stolen money in Danny's car. Danny informs Ben that the money they nicked is traceable, so the police will be all over it! Jay can be seen then trying to close the car boot frantically! At this moment when Danny is walking back to his car, his keys jingling in his hand, I am so worried for Jay as Danny gets closer and closer, Jay is pushing the boot repeatedly trying to get it shut! Luckily he manages to get it shut completely just a few seconds before Danny gets to his car. He quickly walks away and calls the police! Have they really gotten away with setting him up?! My heart was in my mouth when Jay was doing that! I hope to God nothing bad happens to Jay after this!

Back at the restaurant, Max is waiting for Ian to get his money. He appears to be on the phone to a lawyer, of course a fake lawyer! He comes up with a story about his lawyer chasing some thieves and apparently he was attacked on the head. Not realising, as Max points out - that its exactly the same of what happened to Martin! Ian can't play any more games, he knows he's been sussed out. The lies he's building is just getting worse and worse, Max just wants to the truth, he slams the kitchen units, he's had enough of Ian's lies! Ian then states that his money in a high-interest account and he can't get to it quickly because of penalties. Max can't believe what he's hearing, he's devastated that his business partner could do this to him! He gives Ian one last warning, he wants his money by the following week, otherwise Ian is going to be the one needing major surgery! Ian has once again lied his way out of another situation to by him some time to get some money for Max, but in all seriousness - how is he going to get it?!

The Taylor family are still on their holiday, Keegan announces that the children have finally arrived! But they didn't come by train, Mitch appears with luggage and asks where Chantelle, Bernadette informs him that she had gone to buy some doughnuts for the kids. A voice from the hall then echo's the word "Doughnuts!" - Gray has only gone and wormed his way in! Even though the family are all delighted to see him, we know Chantelle is going to be scared and worried and stuck yet again. Karen makes a comment "Chantelle is going to be so happy to see you!", he has a really smug grin on his face as he replies to her that he didn't want to miss out on the family fun! Ooooo Gray is just getting darker and darker, his anger at Chantelle is getting worse and worse and her fear of him is just growing and growing. It's still SO devastating that the Taylor family have no idea what's been going on behind closed doors, which I think is going to make Chantelle's death far more devastating and heart-wrenching to watch.

After his encounter with Max, Ian makes his way back to the Vic. He pulls Sharon to one side, she's asks him how the meeting went, trying to be the best supportive friend she can be. But it looks as if Ian is tired of feeling let down, because his heart has been broken, yet again, he's taking it out on his friend! He claims to her that if it wasn't for him she wouldn't have the pub! He decides to make it perfectly clear to her that the pub is his business alone, she is just his employee. Sharon knows that he is saying this out of spite, just because she doesn't feel the same way about him. He's angry, he's upset, he's embarrassed so he wants to have the upper hand! He's wanting to feel powerful! He warns her that he going to be setting her some targets, and if she doesn't meet them he will find someone else to run the pub! Sharon can barely believe her ears, she has always told Ian how grateful she has been to him over the past few months, he took her in when she had nowhere to go, he comforted her when Dennis died, of course we know it was out of guilt, but now saying he could potentially make her homeless is such a horrible curve-ball! Will she ever be able to find a way to make it up to him? Will Ian finally come to his senses and realise he's in the wrong?!

The last scene of tonight's episode, Chantelle is seen in the seaside cafe buying her children their treats. Its the first time we've seen her happy in a long time. She makes a phone call, it's Kheerat she calls, she's sounding so relieved and so happy. Its the first time we've seen her smile in a long time! She believes her children are on the way to her and she can finally find some happiness with Kheerat, she assures him that everything is fine and he has no reason to worry. She then says that she's ready, she's ready to cash in! Little does she know that Gray has been stood behind her, listening to her conversation. How is he going to know what "Cash in" means? This is going to be the thing that rages him more than anything! He believes his wife is having an affair, even though we know nothing has happened between Chantelle and Kheerat yet, it's going to be the first thing that jumps into his head! Is this what makes Gray lose his temper with Chantelle so much that it comes to the point he commits murder?!

As the episode gets closer of Chantelle's death, the more worried and scared I am of how it's going to happen. I truly believe it's going to be a devastating, harrowing episode. I do believe some viewers will find it incredibly hard to watch, the past few episodes I've been getting very nervous for Chantelle as I know what's coming, but seeing it all unfold - all the events leading up to her death and hearing the news of the aftermath of her death. It's going to be very hard viewing! I know I've said it once, but I can't praise Jessica Plummer and Toby-Alexander Smith high enough! Their performances have been phenomenal this week!

I hope you're all preparing yourself for what the next few episodes hold. It's going to be a tough few days that's for sure! I hope you've all enjoyed reading, thank you all for taking your time to read through my blog. It really does mean the world! Enjoy the rest of your week and i'll be back very soon! Love you all xXx

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mingi-bubu · 4 years

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Watch “Love O2O” with Me!

Episode 17

hhh we’re back!! im so excited to see how this fukcign goes aldkjsflaskd

i have my half eaten ramen and my half drunken mogu mogu and my phone is still plugged in

as one of my three sunshine kpop support boys mark lee would say, lezgeddit

we open with the

i got some water

we open with the last minute of action from e16

do they not recognize the area ??

that theyve eaten at multiple times???

smh

OH MY GOD

KODAK IS EATING WITH HIM I

MAN REALLY IS LIKE

boy you really dont realize

smh

chef boy is in love but like is not good at going about it

green super power

the watch did we see the watch???

kodak had too many drinks

kodak is a silly drunk

its so sad that he doesnt have someone he knows better with him

all im seeing on the screen is

laksdjflksdjflkajsdklfjewoihoaiwrehoawihiasjgklasjfhasdhfpweoh

over and over

he did find kodak’s addy tho

hmmm

im getting less and less liking of this guy

hmmmm

oh kodak...baobeiiii

you deserve someone better than this guy

akdsjfalskdkalsd

oh my god

kodak nooo baby

this isnt

hhhhh

kodak i want to protect you so much

k.o.

his iteral name is k.o

damn nai really said fuck you

oh my god

i deadass thought they were going to use a different song aldkfjalskj

is nai sleeping?

oh no nevermind

he just waiting

AAAHHAHAHHAHAHA I LOVE NAI SO MUCH

i am so *eyes emoji* about this

why do they hold their phones like that

im so interested at the outcoem

broke RECORDS

haha 69

nice

OH SHIT

A NEW RECRUIT

lmaoooooo im so wild over this whole plot

CAN YOU SPEAK IN HUMAN ALKDFJA;KLSDF

what is kodak doing

howeklajke

who ordered delivery

nai is so hot when hes confident i

SUPER FAMOUS HACKER

WHAT THE FUCK

DAMN

WHAT HAPPENED IN 2011 I WANT TO KNOW

nai really is putting kodak in charge of him

wow

kodak

babe

why did you change my wallpaper

im sick

SHE’S UGLY AFDLKASJDF;LAKSJDF

he really do be thinking about himself

god nai and september look so good

aklsdjfaskl september is such a dork

sept: :)

nai: :|

so dramatic smh

this old man is dope

theyre in game now

well

one owner at least

aww theyre both :)

they

they just made the tigers get married

alright then

nai really :]

i like seeing nai in casual clothes

but i wonder how the #Squade are doing

wait is hp short for hewlett packer

hold on i have to google someting

packard but still

you learn new things every day!

oh is that nai’s bedroom in the background

inch resting

what is wei2 going to do

shes...dancign??

yes

oh thats what that button does

ok then

ooohhh i love weiwei’s outfit

sehr suess

shes getting the same phone as nai

in the same color

wont that get confusing

how did she pay for it

like i know she was tutoring and stuff but like

is the phone already charged???

why hasnt she told her parents she has a new phone

shes going to get blocked by him

shes really gonna send her card number over the phone

WHAT IF HE BLOCKS YOU

smh

oh my god she reallly be daydreaming about hat

IM SO WEAK

HE ACTUALLY SENT HER MONEY

GET ME A GUY LIKE THIS PLEASE

sit in your little alcove

cowaerd

HAHAHAHAHAH

SHE REALLY TRIED THO

HOW DOES A BANK ACCOUNT LOOK FAMILARI

WHAT THE FUCK

THATS TERRIFYING

byadfawjeowe

buy a plane ticket

jesus its been like what??? a few weeks

oh nevermind the cactus is blooming its probably been a month or so

shut the fuck up

oh she really is packing

where is she gonna stay

xiaoling is letting her stay with her

to improve her literary education?

mmm sure okay

stopp im going to cry i dont want to leave my home again hhhh

that literally looked like l.a aldkjfalksd

oh thats a cute top

maybe tell him you have arrived??? maybe that would be a good idea???

exactly why you call a head of time

did she really just drag her A;LKSDJFALS;KDJF OH MY GOD

SHE REALLY DO BE INTERRUPTING THINGS AT WORK HUH

yikes

yIKES

eloping?

september is like fucking christ okay

eloping?

september is now having a lot of fun

he really do have their backs tho akdjfl;ks

blue nai blue nai blue nai blieiaorajwfajw

he is definitely shocked

weiwei clam down dont wrrory

hes definitely thrilled to OH MY GOD

jjesusus this is uncomfortable to watch

she looks like a dead fish

girl

if nai yang yang was kissing me i would definitely be ore into it

jesus

OH MY GOD

HES SO ROMANTIC AND SHES A DEAD FISH

fuck him adjusting his watch should not have been so hot

girl the window blinds are ummm

open

no why

why are you leaving that doesnt make any sense

she really do not have confidence huh

she has to go find more money ajd;flkasjd

she doesnt want to be

oh my god just figure it out jfc

septmeterb ;alkdfja;sldk

hes :( now

damn

thats why you check first before you kiss someone

she has a paper hat on

ajdsflaksjdf

girl he can just find it online too

yes she is being shy

he :]

HAHAHAHAH HE LOOKS SO CUTE IN HIS HAT

HE REALLY :D

AWWW

cute cute cute

that honestly was the first time ive seen them have that much chemistry irl

he also :)

ok ok ok

thats it for this episode

i cannot wait for like more interactions with the #Squad again

and maybe now that she has a phone we can find out whats going on with erxi at zhenyi tech

i mainly just want to find out mroe about the whole thing with k.o and kodak

bc i obviously have my suspicions

but like

thats not the end all be all

anyways

thank you for reading!!!

stay safe and stay healthy <333

#e17 #cdrama #love o2o #love o2o wwm: round 1 #jae.txt #jae.wwm

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idontworkforsega · 4 years

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*drum rolls Presenting another list of cutegirlmayra’s amazing work! TA~DAH!!

“Boom!Sonamy: I need more jealous/concerned sonic please. Whatcha got miss?” | “Anymore Sonamy Sonic Boom headcanons” | “Ok, I got an idea! A Sonic Boom Prompt (doesn’t have to be necessarily sonamy-ish) where the gang go on a death defying mission! Like chock full of action! I’d be interested to see how you’d do this :)” | “I was thinking of a prompt that there is going to be a half hour special of Sonic Boom that features time travel where Eggman sends Sonic to the future and he meets the older version of the team, but they’re angry at him thinking he abandoned them! What do you think Mayra?? :3” | “Anymore Sonamy Sonic Boom headcanons?” | “Hiya~ it’s Alii. I got a prompt for ya! I was reading the other prompt that you wrote for an anon, and it definitely got me thinking: What were to happen if Sonic and Amy were official, but had to keep it hidden? I’m picturing them stumbling to do so, especially Amy. Try to keep them as canon as possible, which I know is hard, but it can be done!! Also, if you could, I would love to see how suspicious Tails gets. He’d probably pick up on Sonic’s change of behaviour? aa thank you!! xx” | “Ok this is just a Sonic Boom! Prompt, and you don’t have to do it if you don’t have time. Anyway, one of my major Sonic Boom headcanons for me is that all the team have mysterious pasts. So this would take place when they’re on their way to find Lyric and they find an old wise man in a temple they fall into. The man tells them they need to know their pasts in order to be a good team, so he uses his magic to help them see eachothers memories. I hope you get really detailed, but anything is great!” | “How about just headcanons for Knuckles (as in character development-ish)” | “Can you do a boom!prompt telling the story of when the gang met sonic for the first time? And possibly add some sonamy? Like what they first thought of him. (I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense xD) Thanks!” | “Mission Prompt for Sonamy” | “If you still are doing the meme prompt, can be the letter I with Sonamy? 👉👈” | “Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, could you do something with Sly/Carmelita with F from the second prompt meme? That would be amazing!” | “Mission: Prompt 4” | “Mission: Prompt” | “Oh oh oh! Can you do a boom!sonamy prompt where amy is totally stressed out bout stuff and almot pulling her hair out (not literally lol) and so sonic takes her out for a night on the town! If you please, :)” | “OKAYOKAYOKAY SO I SAW THE THING ABOUT HOW THE SONIC BOOM GANG WERE THE ORIGINAL ANCIENTS AND I TOTALLY FLIPPED COULD YOU DO A BOOM!SONAMY PROMPT BUT INSTEAD OF SONIC AND AMY YOU COULD WRITE ABOUT THE ANCIENT AMY AND ANCIENT SONIC AND THEIR STORY?? I AM SORRY BECAUSE YOU PROBABLY NEED MORE INFO TO WRITE ABOUT THAT BUT YOU COULD MAKE IT UP FOR ALL I CARE IM SORRY IM YELLING I JUST LOVE THIS IDEA (okay I’m calm now)” | “@elyzahere My internet isn’t letting me ask you this, so I’ll have to write it out here. Hope you don’t mind. ^,^’” | “Pssst, can you whip up a little modern!sonamy for me? I’ll leave the story or mood or Anything to whatever ya like, really! :D” | “Ok! A Sonic Boom Prompt where the gang is after a fox girl villain (who just so happens to be really pretty) who holds the last crystal fragment in her clutches. After drawing straws, Sonic is forced to flirt with her. That way, Amy, who has the best sneaking skills, would be able to take back the crystal piece. Amy hears them flirting and thinks Sonic is being serious and gets her heart broken…you do the rest!” | “Boom!sonamy prompt: Sonic and Amy have a flirting competition while no one is around XD” | “OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING THE SLY COOPER AU!!! I actually loved, could you do another boom! sonamy sly cooper au? If you want, you don’t have to. But yeah, thanks!!! <3” | “Can you do a boom!sonamy prompt where sonic gets really beaten badly and amy is healing him? (cough cough beauty and the beast reference coughcough) And make it really fluffy! Feels galore if the missus don’t mind ;D Thanks dear!” | “have you got any lifestyle headcanons for the main sonic cast? like, a routine they always do, something they can’t stand, a particular belief they hold? this is just for any characters you like/ make headcanons about :P not really a prompt, just wondering :)” | “hey, a bit out of your norm, but could you please write something for the chaotix? headcanon, theories, anything like that? thanks very much, lovely :)” | “Here’s a prompt : Sonic Boom : Sonic and Amy are forced to share a room (or more importantly, a bed) after the team finds a village, can you write something about how they would react to that, and how they would make it work? That would be interesting!! (and evil >:D ) KAY BYE!!!” | “I would lile some cute fluff boom!sonamy, please! Whether it be flirting, singing, dancing, cuddling, anything!! Thank you, dear!” | “Okay, okay, I’m done messing with you~ Here’s a CANON prompt! (Modern) Sonic gets blasted by a laser that took his speed away! Now, he was to walk around like a normal person until Tails finds a way to fix him. WHAT WILL HE DO?!? (Just a little funny thingy)” | “Hey can I as for a special request..? Uhm, I know we all love sonamy ,everyone’s otp as well as mine and I really do love your cute stories but uh…I’m trying to get over someone and I was wondering if you could maybe make a story where Amy moves on..? Or where they except that they can’t be together and that’s it’s okay. I know it’s not very modern but maybe boom..? You don’t have to but I hold her dear to me and wonder how she would handle a break up/ getting over someone…” | “Prompt maybe: After a lot of arguing in the gang, the group decides to sit down and say nice things about each other (most of which are really corny) and then sonic and Amy’s turn gets quite cute and yea… :)” | “How about this for a prompt: Sticks sees this new guy in the village and likes him. Only problem is, SHE’S TOTALLY FREAKING OUT CAUSE SHE LIKES SOMEONE, THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE, SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, and is generally freaked out (like her reaction to most things). So she tells Amy who tries to help. Take it away~” | “Heya! Could you do a Sonamy Boom Prompt that can be anything you want but on one condition: you have to include these three objects/things, in no particular order: 1. Enerbeams 2. Stars 3. A Distraction.” | “Prompt!(BOOM) (Since Amy is keeping this a secret, I decided to go that route) Sonic walks into Amy’s room to get some old books she asked for, when he stumbles upon a drawer full of love notes, poems even photos with red hearts drawn with marker around his face!! Of course, being the nosy hedgehog he is, he decides to read them all!! What will happen when Amy finds out? WILL she find out? How would Sonic react? What will be the concequences? MWAHAHAHA!” | “Prompt! Or two prompts! PLEASE! ANYTHING! MY SONAMY FIRE HAS BEEN REKINDLEDDDD😍😍” | “can you do a boom prompt about something in the 1920’s? like a detective thing? Sonic as the detective, amy as his client, knuckles and tails as the assistants? (and could you somehow add a hint of sonamy?) Idk thought it would be interesting. I’m sorry if this is weird XD” | “September cold: can you cheer me up? wildcard for sonic headcanons, whatever is on your beautiful mind :) thanks xxx” | “"strong amy” for her birthday? yes please! boom prompt maybe? however you want it…“ | "Can you do a boom sonamy prompt where sonic calls amy beautiful? Like he just says it and she freezes and is like "Wait what?”“ | "boom!sonamy prompt: Amy and sonic just being awkward around eachother, like their hands touch or something and they flip out? Just awkward and embarassing fluff!! Thaaaaank you!” | “Could you do a Sonamy Boom Prompt where Sonic and Amy are in a duo mission when after slightly flirting with each other, Sonics enerbeam goes hay wire! It ends up wrapping around them, forcing them to be quickly pushed together and they accidentally kiss….? (And try to mention somehow that enerbeam is controlled by actions from innermost thoughts or heart, so subconsciously, whether he knew it or not, Sonic wanted to give her a hug.😋) …did that make any sense at all?” | “Boom!Prompt, Knuckles’ backstory, where he use to be really small,and everyone kept calling him weak,then he decided to train himself,to become stronger and bigger.” | “Prompt! :(Modern) Sonic was running around at night when he noticed Amy sitting on a cliff, watching the stars. He gets confused, and nervously walks up to her. Turns out, she okay, and they end up just having a cute little conversation while laying rather close to one another (But not too close, according to Sonic XD), watching the stars! :D OOH! I just thought of something, PUT A SHOOTING STAR IN THERE TOO!X3 (P.S:Just so you know, not all of my prompts are for advice, I LOVE to read them!!:D)” | “Prompt :(Boom) While fighting Eggman, Knuckles gets separated from the team. As he finds his way home, he encounters a cute, young, and loud girl who claims that she’s lost her family. Being the hero he is, he agrees to help her. But, she’s a pest. She keeps setting off traps and gets into in danger, and she won’t shut up! Knuckles get’s irritated and yells at her. As the little girl ran off, he tried not to think about her safety, but, is Knuckles really a tough guy on the inside? Hint: NOPE!” | “Hmmm… Not sure if I want it a sonic and tails or Sonamy headcannon. But it’s where either sonic tries to ask tails about his "funny feelings” for Amy, trying to make sense of it, or just asking plain advise. OR tails finding out and confronting sonic about it (add some humor too? :D)“ | "Boom!Sonamy Headcanons (Cause they popped up in my head lol XD)” | “You may have already answered this, but what kind (if any) Sonamy moments do you think will be in Sonic Boom?” | “More Sonic boom headcannons please?” | “do you have any bonding headcanons for Knuckles and Amy in Boom? :)” | “Do you have any more Boom!Shadow headcannons?” | “Wait, question! For headcanon 49, what is Amy’s backstory?” | “So I heard that Shadow is confirmed to be in the Sonic!boom world. Got any headcannons between him and the gang?” | “Wait, you ship Tails and Sticks, right? I think you’re the one who got me shipping them :’D do you have any more headcanons about them? Because they’re ADORABLE.” | “Can you do a boom!sonamy prompt about sonic and amy raising a child? I don’t think you have done this before, have you?”

And while I was rechecking a few prompts on your blog…boy, I found the gold mine!! But I’m not sure if I already found some of them before and included it on the previous list I sent to you, and there are a few more lying around here that I am not so sure if I already submitted on the previous list…Can you please send the list back to me? Is that even possible?

If so, THANK YOU! ~ <3

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Once again, thank you for this post! But like previously stated with (x) <-- your other list, it’s a little difficult to know which ones I’ve found and which ones I haven’t.

If anyone could let me know if I haven’t reblogged any of these, me and Cutegirlmayra would be very much obliged!

Thank you once more for your contribution in saving many of @cutegirlmayra’s amazing works! Continue to help the cause! We all want to be able to read her stuff in an easier way!

#Idontworkforsega #cutegirlmayra #prompt help #find my prompts!#submission

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buckysforeverprincess · 5 years

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What Do You Want From Me? Ch 12

Lance Tucker x Reader, OFC Claire, OMC Jase

Words: 1729

Warnings: Language

A/N: Things are starting to take a turn. Wonder what could be happening? Enjoy!

September…

You hear your phone alerting you to a new message. Ignoring it, you continued to lay in bed.

You really weren’t motivated to answer it anyway. The twins making it hard for you to move.

Being six months along was great, but it frustrated the hell out of you. Only three more months and you'd get to meet your babies. What you weren't expecting, was the phone to ring forcing you to move and grab it. The name on the screen was enough to drive you crazy already. Is it too late to shut it off completely and go back to sleep?

“Hello Claire…what do you want?” Your tone sounding irritated.

“Is that anyway to talk to your best friend?”

“Claire, I'm six months pregnant and I'm not in the mood. What do you want?”

Pregnancy hormones meant you had very little patience.

“Well I was hoping we could do lunch, to catch up. I also have a gift for the babies!” Her excitement was too much.

“Fine, I'll meet you for lunch at noon.” You just wanted to get her off the phone.

“Great! The usual place. See ya soon!”

“Guess we're getting out of bed and leaving the house today loves.” You said to your belly. Ugh, why did you agree to see her? Because you like torture. Maybe you were a submissive after all.

Arriving at the usual spot, you see Claire already seated and as bubbly as ever.

“God, you're huge!”

This is why you should’ve said no to lunch. “Yeah, well...twins.” You state the obvious and sit down across from her.

“This is for you, or for them!” She hands you a gift bag excitedly.

You open it up to see two onesies both yellow in color that say’s ‘daddy's little trouble maker’. You hate the color yellow.

“Thank you. They're great.” Your tone was not projecting as happy.

Claire picked up on it immediately and changes her face to fit your mood. “Spill…what's wrong? You don't like the gift?” She asked, possibly feeling rejected

“Well, to start...I hate yellow! When have you ever seen me in yellow, Claire?”

Oh shit, hormones and irritation. Not a good combo.

“Yellow is a shit color and call me petty…but I won't have my kids wear shit! Second, daddy's ‘trouble makers’ aren't daddy's, and I won't have them wearing something declaring they are!”

You quickly cover your mouth. Oops! Shit! You said way too much!

“What the fuck??!!” Claire deadpans, looking at you in shock.

Fuck these hormones! Maybe you need to implement that filter a little more.

“I'm...I’m so sorry, my hormones ju-”

“Hormones my ass, Y/N!” She's glaring at you now. “Whose babies, are they?” Claire looks like a woman possessed.

There is a quote, ‘insert the biggest, most awkward silence in the history of awkward silences’ by Cynthia Hand. This is that moment. You didn't say anything. There was no way you were telling Claire who fathered these babies. She hates Lance and she'll hate you just for having his kids!

“Y/N... who’s the father?” Her tone sounds almost menacing.

“Please.” Is all you can say.

She's looking at you with an intense glare. “Are you having Tucker's twins?” She asks through clenched teeth.

Hold the phone! Why the hostility?

“Not that you need to know, but yes…I am. No, he doesn't know and I'm not telling him, and yes, Jase knows! Now I'm not exactly sure where all the anger against Lance is coming from, and if I didn't know any better I'd almost say you're either jealous or harboring a very unhealthy crush on him. Whatever it is, this is my life! If you can't handle my choices or decisions, then kindly fuck off!” And with that, you got up and left the restaurant.

Unbeknownst to you, Claire sat there still boiling over what happened. She picks up her phone and dials a number.

“Hello?” A male voice answers.

“We need to talk!” Claire demands of him.

“When?” He asks her.

“Now!”

“So, what can I expect Dr. Tucker? I know I'm six months now, but there's two of them. I feel like I'm running out of room!” You were exaggerating your motions to your doc.

“To be honest, everything looks great. You're haven't gained much weight, the heartbeats are good, and there's lots of movement and activity from them. Things are progressing just as I like. How are you doing emotionally?” He asked, and you knew he was making sure you weren't overdoing things.

“Well to be honest, I'm really stressed! I want these babies…I already love them so much, but I've been questioning if I'm even cut out for this. I'm a horrible person and it seems like my life is just a series of bad choices. I just don't know what to do.”

The tears were starting to fall because of the damn pregnancy hormones. Dr. Tucker grabs the box of tissues and put them by your side.

“Do you have a support system? I know I've asked this before, but you really should consider talking to friends or family. Having additional support doesn't make you weak, you need people you can talk to and possibly share the load. Do you have anyone that can help?”

The short answer was no. You moved here from Boston, leaving what little family you had behind. The man you called your father disappeared once you graduated high school and you were pretty sure he didn't want to be found. Both your grandparents had passed away and had joined your mother in the family's burial plot. You had Claire, (you really weren't sure that relationship was healthy), and Jase. He was always working lately, so you hadn't had the support of him either. The one person who was almost like family was Lance, and well….

“I really don't have anyone.” You sighed.

“Look, try to find a support person. It will help.” You nodded to him in agreement and he left the room shortly after.

You sat there for a couple minutes before grabbing your phone and shooting off a text. You were at the desk scheduling your next appointment, when a text came through agreeing to meet you at the coffee house in thirty minutes.

“Hey!” You walked into the coffee shop to see Lance already seated. You sat across from him, and he slides over a cup of warm apple cider. He must remember you love this stuff.

“Thanks for meeting me.” You take off your jacket and expose your rounded stomach.

“Thanks for asking me out!” Lance responds, staring at your belly.

“I know…I'm huge!” You tell him with a frown on your face.

“Nah, I think you look good. Pregnancy suits you.” He gives you a genuine smile.

“So, what's up? Why'd you text? I mean, not that I don't want to see you, I just...I thought it was odd given the way we left things.”

He's right. The last time you saw him, you told him you loved Jase more than him. Sitting here with Lance in front of you, was that still true?

“Well, my doctor told me I need to have a support system. I'm too stressed and he said it'd help if I had people around to keep me calm.” You explained to him.

“And you thought I was a good idea?”

You laughed at his reply, “I know right!” You were both laughing now. “I can already imagine your influence on my kids. They'll be screaming ‘show me your tits!’ fresh out the womb.” Lance and you were laughing hysterically now.

“I thought you had friends?” He questions you, once you both calm down.

“Well...uh, hmmm. So, I have this…I guess acquaintance? I mean, I've known her since college, and she's like my best friend, but sometimes I wonder why she's my friend. She's kind of a bitch.”

Lance is laughing at your explanation. “Maybe you should get rid of her!”

God, his smile is so beautiful.

“She's like a bad penny…keeps coming back!”

“What about your boyfriend?”

Damn it, Tucker…just had to kill the mood!

“Uh, Jase is a lawyer, and he puts in long hours. He told me that going in, so I don't really see him a lot.”

Lance raises his eyebrows at you, “I thought you were living together?”

“We are…but with him always gone, I'm pretty much alone.”

Lance nods at you. You can tell he's thinking something, but just not sure what. “So, what you're saying is, I’m your last resort?”

He was, but truth be told…you were missing him, and the fact that you were carrying his babies made you want to be near him.

You lowered your head. “I'm sorry Lance…maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.” You start to get up from your seat, but Lance places a hand on your arm.

“Stay, I'm sorry. I'll be whatever you need.”

You gave him a warm smile. “Good, cause I really need a friend!”

“Honey you home?” Jase called out from the living room.

“I'm in the bedroom!”

Jase makes his way back to the bedroom and sees you sitting on the bed surrounded by baby clothes and shoes.

“Go a little crazy today?” He laughs at you. You'd been sorting through all the colors and arranging them in sizes.

“Lance and I went shopping today, and we bought so much stuff! Like, look at these shoes!” Holding up a tiny pair of white and blue Jordan's. Jase rolls his eyes at the sound of his name.

“Don't you think you've been spending too much time with Lance?”

“Excuse me?” You fire back at him.

Jase see’s you’re upset and immediately retreats his line of questioning. “Baby I'm sorry, it's just...don't you think the more time you spend with him, the more compelled you'll be to tell him?” He did have a point, but you had already made up your mind.

“Jase, he doesn't know, and suspects less. Unless you plan on telling him, then he won't find out.”

He moves himself over to you and sits down on the bed. “Did I tell you I loved you today?”

“I think this is the first time in a while.”

Jase leans in and kisses you softly. “I love you. Just do me a favor?”

“What's that?” You inquire.

“Put some distance between you and Lance…for your sake.”

#lance tucker #lance the fucker tucker #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker fanfiction #the bronze #the bronze au #pa!reader

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b00bconnoisseur · 5 years

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60 questions for @not-my-brain

1. selfie.......Ugghhhh ok. Imma take one rn

Ok here u go (yes thats a bmth shirt)

2. what would you name your future kids?.....Ooo hmmm well when i was a kid i really liked the names disney, and mesiah. I didn't know at the time that mesiah was another name for god i think lol. I liked it cause of handlers mesiah. I still do. Ooo and maybe Tj too

3. do you miss anyone?......Yeah. My friends on Pinterest from a year ago. My friend lucas. Stan lee. Bob ross. My cousin who died from cancer some years ago. Snape. Sirius. Lupin. Tonks. Dobby. *continues to name every unfortunate death in hp*

4. what are you looking forward to?.......SE-YA next month!! Its the south eastern young adult festival at this college. You can have meet n greets with authors and alot of stuff its the besstttt

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?......DEFINATELY. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @sammchenry my friend lucas and @septembersbloom. ^^

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?..... What like...romantically? Or like a death? If romantically uhhh idk it took over a couple weeks but im ok now. Ive never had another relationship so idk. If death oof yeah idk maybe. Ig it depends on how much i knew them idk. Like when my nanny (great grandma) died i was sad for days (is that alot?)

7. what was your life like last year?.....Sucky af. Still is. But the highlights of my life last year was getting and making friends on tumblr, going to the tøp concert and going to warped tour, volunteering at the library, going to seya and meeting some of my favorite authors, reading, changing and improving my art, listening to all the bands i listen to now, getting into more fandoms, going to a friends house for the first time

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?.......Yes lol. Some years ago when i couldn't find smtn id be so annoyed and pissed id start crying. I dont now but still lol

9. who did you last see in person?.......Hm ig family doesn't count....? Wait do u mean a friend? If so uhh my friends rebekah, anika, and Judah at a TAB meeting at the library sometime last month.

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?......I think so? Like i mean I can hide whenever i get my....time of the month from my mom (talking abt stuff like that with her makes me uncomfortable) and i hid a breakup. And other p big stuff too. So imma say yeah

11. are you listening to music right now?........*pops on earbuds after reading this* yee im listening to bitch lasagna by pewdiepie xD (do i have the best spotify playlist or what?)

12. what is something you want right now?.......To hug @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye but SOMEONE has to live so far away

13. how do you feel right now?........Happy that my earbud still works cause they got washed in the wash yesterday....oops. Its not my fault. I told my dad to remind me to take it out of my jacket pocket before they threw it in but noooooo he forgot

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?.......Uhhhhh fuck idk it was probably from my lil 4 yr old bro sometime last week. Other than him (hes my favorite sibling) i dont let them hug me too much

15. personality description.......Nerdy. Fangirl. "Emo". Tomboy. Hotsause obsessed. Book lover. Music lover. Black. Blue. Harry potter. Introvert. Fall. Sports. Values friendship. Loyal. Uhhhh i cant think of much lol

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?.......*sigh* yes. Yes yes yes. Theres some things abt me, or my life really, that i havent told anyone on here or my irl friends that i sooooo want to so bad but i haven't cause i feel like they'd feel bad and pity me and i don't want that

17. opinion on insecurities........I dont really understand this one. Everyones insecure abt something. Is this askin like if i think its ok or not? I say its ok. Im insecure about literally everything about me. My face. My personality. My socialness. My art. What i do. What i say. Basically my whole body. The things i feel good abt are my books, music taste, and my friends (ily fuckers)

18. do you miss how things were a year ago?.........Hmm this time around a year ago....idk its sorta the same but all the stuff i mentioned abt my year from last year didn't happen yet so nah tho my life sucks rn its better than this time last year

19. have you ever been to New York?........Nooo but i want too soo baddd i wanna visit @septembersbloom !! Im coming for ya soon gramps *does the eye watching thing* my dads been to nyc before tho cause he does construction and he had a concrete job to do there. It was a 23 hr drive for him

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?........Uhhh idk!!! So hard! Maybe.....the whole thats the spirit album by bmth ;)

21. age and birthday?.....15 yrs of age and September 27th 2003 (whats yours brainy? I'll put it on my calendar)

22. description of crush......Its weird idk im not sure if its a genuine crush or not but uh....They like hp :).Thats all u get

23. fear(s).......Losing my best friend @dirtysocke and my other friends. Death. Failure. Momo chasing after me then killing me slowly keeping my eyes open to look her dead in the eyes while i die

24. height......5'6 call me short and I'll fuck u up with THIS *pulls out trusty potato peeler named now steve* dont test me boi

25. role model......Hhhhhhhh so many! But uh gosh one of them is @superraedizzle (youtuberrrr) and vexx and bob ross and da vinci and aaaaaaa so many

26. idol(s)......First person that immediately comes to mind is @sammchenry cause he's super cool and he's really nice and his art's reallyyy good (if u havent seen it w-w-what are u even doin with your life?) And he has a great sense of humor and *continues to ramble about why samms the best*

27. things i hate.......Dabs. Transphobes. Homophobic ppl. Basically any hate on the lgbtq+ community. Bullies. The ship starker. Umbridge. Snape haters

28. i’ll love you if….....U you'll eat pizza, draw, and rp harry potter with mee

29. favourite film(s)......Fantastic beasts. Every hp film. Twilight. The maze runner 1-2. The hunger games. Spiderman homecoming. Kingsman: secret service. Into the spideyverse tho i havent seen it yet

30. favourite tv show(s)......Inkmasterrrrr. B99. The mick. The middle. Uhhh idk mostly ink master xD

31. 3 random facts........Ive never had shrimp. I had a beta fish for over a year once. Im eating pizza crust rn

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?.......G i r l s. I have all girl friends irl and one boy. And on tumblr it seems like i just meet girls? Likei agree with @cristal-kyd1280 its like alot more gals then dudes here. But i do have some guy friends on here too. But mostly girls

33. something you want to learn.......TO DRAW ANATOMY DAMMIT

34. most embarrassing moment........Every moment of my lifes an embarrassing moment. Idk of i can pick a "most" embarrassing one. But one time i i sent my crush (now ex bf) a hey fuckface and like some hearts or whatever for an ask game that meant like "i have a crush on u" "youre adorable" etc and said Hewo but i did it all anonymously. But he confronted me askin if i sent it cause im the only person he knows that actually says hewo lol. Then later on i finally admitted i really liked him and well y'all know the story after i think. Unless you're new

35. favourite subject.......A R TTTT OFC

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?........meet my friends on tumblr. Get into mtsu (college i wanna go to) and study art. And go skydiving

37. favourite actor/actress........favorite actor uhhhhhh probably thomas brodie sangster or tom felton and my favorite actress? Hmmm idk maybe evanna lynch (luna lovegood)

38. favourite comedian(s).......probably kevin hart lol he's p funny

39. favourite sport(s)........basketballllllll and football

40. favourite memory........uhhhhh idk?? One oh my favorite memories was when we went to see tøp in concert

41. relationship status.....single as a pringle

42. favourite book(s)......harry potter and the order of the pheonix. Harry potter and the half blood prince. Simon vs the homo sapiens agenda. Divergent. Maze runner. Twilight. Fangirl. Fallen. Red queen

43. favourite song ever.......TOO HARD DONT MAKE ME CHOOSEEEEEE

44. age you get mistaken for.........16 and 17 sometimes lol

45. how you found out about your idol........i was watching someone on yt and superraedizzle always poped up in my feed and my mom turned on one of her vids cause she always saw her vids too now ive seen most of em i love her. Id heard of vexx but never watched him and i was watching a collab from anthony miller art and shrimpy and i checked out shrimpys channel and was lookin at comments and alot of ppl said his art is like vexxs so i checked out vexx. At first i was like eh ok. Now i cant click fast enough when he posts a vid. And i actually fpund out about bob ross from my grandpa on jan 20 2017 when trump was getting sworn in or whatever. We turned on pbs and my grampa told me to look and bob ross was on and i was IN. I loved it. I even started watching full episodes on YouTube of the joy of painting after that. Wonderful man. My first painting i ever did i think was when i followed one of his tutorials xD (i didnt know it was popular at the time)

46. what my last text message says......."ok your turn"

47. turn ons.....uhh nerds ig idk um book lovers, music lovers, art lovers, potterheads, idk and nice ppl

48. turn offs......jerks. Homophobia. Idk ig whatever i said in things i hate

49. where i want to be right now......uhhhh idk wait didn't i already answer this? Ok this ones different ig so uhh with my friend lucas

50. favourite picture of your idol.....oh shit...favorite? Idk xD i have a fave of vexx but not of rae or bob. But heres pics of them any way

51. starsign......a libraaaaa boiii

52. something i’m talented at......drawing and speed reading. Thats about it lol. Oh and procrastina

53. 5 things that make me happy.......ooooo art, my friends here on tumblr, books, harry potter, and music ^^

54. something thats worrying me at the moment.....if my friend thinks im being annoying

55. tumblr friends......hhhhh so manyyyyyy. @dirtysocke @mysisterlooksforthisaccountsobye @cristal-kyd1280 @chinesewaffles2 @kingantlion @queen-baelin @sammchenry @septembersbloom and more

56. favourite food(s)......green beans, pepperoni pizza, and vanilla madelines

57. favourite animal(s).......basically any reptile. Puppies. Cats. Any animal really but my #1 are snakes

58. description of my best friend.....well she's a tiny bean (5 feet) and she has dark hair, she wears glasses, she doesnt take shit, she's in love with Josh dun, she's awesome, funny, nice (YES youre nice jackie) and shes the best friend ive ever had. Oh. And she has a weird obsession with spaghetti

59. why i joined tumblr.......well i heard abt it on Pinterest over a year ago but didnt want it. Then @mrfastbass-deactivated20181231 on DeviantArt said he got tumblr so i made one then followed him and figured id just post art and that's it cause i thought tumblr was boring as hell when i first got it. Now im p much obsessed with it

60. ask me anything you want.......go ahead brainy shoot. Give me smtn good

#my face #mutual peeps #not-my-brain #asks #60 questions

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Love Like This | Ch. 3 “nothing else could matter in our life”

Sam & Cait AU

Ch. 1 “silver in the sunlight” | Ch. 2 “you light up my whole heart”

Scotland 2014

Once those three sacred words had been said out loud, it was all Caitriona wanted to say. That night as they laid in bed, arms wrapped around each other, hands tracing patterns along skin, Sam and Cait promised each other that they would make this work, no matter how difficult it might be. It would be worth it.

“What if… things don’t end the way we want them to?” Cait voiced her fears to Sam as she tapped her fingers slowly against his bare hip.

Sam made a humming noise in his throat before answering her. “Then we act professional, because we’ve a job to do.” He half smiled, and placed his fingers under her chin to make her look up at him. “But I’m countin’ on this to work out, Balfe. It’s everything I’ve thought about since the day I met you.”

Her chest almost caved in then and there from the look of such devotion he was giving her. Caitriona had always suspected that Sam had feelings for her, deeper feelings that he wasn’t exactly admitting. Turns out she’d been right.

“Would you be able to do that? Work a job with an ex?” Cait asked, unable to push away the doubts in the back of her mind.

“I… think I could. But I’ve never done it before, so I dinna really know,” Sam leaned his forehead against hers. “Enough with the negative, Cait. It took us this long to finally admit how we feel, let’s not ruin it before it even begins, aye?”

She laughed, and let her head fall back against the pillow. Sam’s fingers traced around her lips, and she tasted herself on him. Her legs reflexively clenched together as he moved his hand over her neck.

“You really want to do this?” She asked, arching her back slightly.

“Aye, don’t you?” He smiled, leaning down and kissing her softly before continuing to move his fingers lightly across her chest.

“I’m… scared.” She couldn’t tell him that she was scared to lose him, that it would burn up as quickly as it began. She couldn’t (wouldn’t) tell him that she was terrified of being with someone like him; strong, ridiculously good looking, charming… someone that saw who she was and wanted her anyway.

“It’s you and me in this together, Balfe. You don’t need to be scared,” Sam traced his fingers in the valley between her breasts. “Of course, we should probably keep it low-key, do ye think?”

Cait nodded her head slowly, almost not hearing his words as his fingers circled around her nipples. He was driving her crazy and he knew it.

“We have to. For the sake of the show… for the sake of our — relationship.” She said with a smile, and cupped Sam’s cheek and pulled him down to her for a kiss. “We’ll keep it just between us.”

“Aye, I can agree to that,” Sam smirked as he watched Cait’s eyes flutter as his fingers pressed down on her hardened nipples. “I love watchin’ ye, Cait.” She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her. Biting her bottom lip, she spread her legs and then looked down at his hand on her chest.

“Can you show me?” Sam asked, looking into her eyes.

“Show you what?” Cait said, moving her eyes slowly back up to his deep blue eyes.

“How ye like it?” He grinned and then blushed all at once.

“You want me to…”

“Yes… please.”

Caitriona brought her legs up so her knees pointed upwards and spread her thighs. Sam was still looking at her face, but with one hand she turned his cheek so he looked down at her body. With her other hand she traced slowly around one nipple, twisting it slightly and pinching it.

Moans left her mouth and she didn’t hold back; if he wanted her to show him…

Sam’s hand rested on the side of her hip, a constant source of heat. Once both her nipples were hard and nearly swollen, she continued to slide her hand across the flat plane of her stomach and shivered as the light touch made her skin prickle.

Cait had touched herself before of course, but never with someone watching like Sam was. She looked up at his face and it was truly like he was studying what she was doing, his brows creased in concentration. She would have laughed if it wasn’t for what she saw when she let her eyes drop between his legs. He was rock hard and she didn’t know how much longer he would last.

When her fingers touched the lips of her pussy, she groaned at the wetness that was already there, they moved easily across the slippery lips. Sam had now moved his head closer and was resting it on her knee, staring intently down at what her hand was doing between her thighs.

With a clear view of her own hand and Sam’s studious face, Caitriona dipped two fingers inside of her slit. Sam’s lips were slightly open and she watched his tongue dart out and lick them. Oh how she wanted those lips on her right now.

Her stomach tightened as she began to move her two fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling the slickness and tightness. She didn’t realize her eyes had even closed but gasped when she felt Sam’s mouth on her breast. Cradling his head to her chest, Cait moaned and arched her back up into his mouth.

It took everything in her to keep moving her fingers, all she wanted was Sam. “I need you inside of me, fuck.” She sighed and he shook his head, pulling off her breast with a popping noise.

“No… this is about you,” he grinned and then pressed his tongue flat against her nipple.

“Jesus,” she breathed and with Sam’s hand on top of hers, urging her to go deeper inside of herself, she came and cried out his name over and over again. Cait had never experienced anything like it in all of her life, and lay trembling on the bed, wondering how she had lived without Sam for so long.

++++++

They managed to fall asleep, reluctantly on both their parts — neither were eager to go to work the next day and pretend they weren’t more than friends. It was what they had agreed on, and it was what they thought would work best. It didn’t mean they couldn’t hug and cuddle as they always did on set when they were tired or hang out together when they weren’t working. It just meant that they would keep some things to themselves.

When Cait’s alarm went off that morning, she sighed, hitting the snooze button and rolled over to face Sam. She nearly jumped off the bed when she saw two blue eyes staring back at her. “Damn it!”

He laughed, and then slid his hand over her hip, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I’ve been awake for awhile.”

“Could you not sleep?” She asked, scooting closer to him in the bed.

“I did for a few hours, but I found myself thinking about what you said earlier… about if it didn’t work out.”

“And did you come to a conclusion?”

“Aye, I did.” He said and then smiled.

“Well… do tell.” Cait grinned and pressed her thumb against his cheek.

“There’s a chance it couldn’t work, of course there is, like with any relationship. But I don’t want to dwell on the ‘what ifs’ when I’ve got the most amazing, incredible, beautiful woman in my arms right now. I want this to work and so… it will.” He said simply, as if saying it made it true.

“That’s that then,” she chuckled. “Sounds like a good plan to me, Heughan. We won’t dwell on what could happen, but instead we’ll dwell on what is.”

Sam kissed her thoroughly on the lips and then pulled back, “We’ve got to be headed to work in an hour and I need a coffee and a shower… in the reverse order.”

“I can make you coffee while you get in the shower,” Cait smiled and started to get out of bed.

Sam grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his chest, “I was actually hoping you would um, join me in the shower.”

“Hmmm, after all,” she slid her hand over his stomach and between his legs, taking hold of his semi-hard cock, “You never got any relief after watching me last night. Wouldn’t want you to get black balls.”

“I believe the term is blue balls, Cait.” He laughed and then groaned as her hand shifted on him.

“What’s the difference really?” She bit her lip and then pulled away, this time managing to get out of bed before he could pull her down again. Cait walked over to the bathroom door and stood with her back to him and then turned her head, “Coming?”

“God yes,” Sam said and followed her to the shower.

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Mornings like that, and mornings that were filled with yawns and pots of coffee filled the next months of their lives. Sam and Cait became a formidable team. Even though they spent hours together on set and their time in between takes together, when they finally got home, all they wanted was to be in each others arms.

On August 9th, 2014, their show — all their hard work was out there for the world to see. And if people paid close attention, they would see that as the love between Jamie and Claire grew, so did the love between Sam and Caitriona.

They had each others backs throughout the whole process, through every interview and photoshoot. Sam would be lying to himself if he said he wanted to keep their relationship a secret. He wanted the world to know how incredible Cait was, and how she made him feel.

It was a rainy Sunday in September — they both had the day off. Caitriona was lying on the couch, feet stretched out, Eddie sitting on her stomach and a good book in her hands. Sam walked from the kitchen, carrying two hot cups of tea and stopped at the end of the couch just to look at her. Cait was wearing her glasses, as was he, and Sam couldn’t help but smile as he watched her push them back up the bridge of her nose.

“What?” She asked, peering up at him over her book.

“Nothing,” he smiled and came to sit beside her. She lifted her feet, placing them in his lap and reached out to take her cup of tea. “You just look so cute in your glasses.”

“I could say the same thing about you, Roland.” She laughed, cheeks blushing from the butterflies he still gave her.

“We’re just two verra blind people, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” she smirked, “Indeed we are.” Cait set her hot tea on the coffee table, along with her book and when she moved, Eddie jumped off the couch to find a surface that would stay still.

“Put that down,” Cait pointed to his tea as she started to crawl over to Sam.

“No…” he took a sip. “I’m drinkin’ my tea.”

“Oh,” Cait paused, sitting on her knees and stared up at him. “So you don’t want me to kiss you?”

“I’m good thanks,” Sam smirked and looked over at Cait through his foggy lenses. She was sitting on her knees, one hand sliding over his thigh, and a pouty lip. This woman would be the death of him. “Get over here, Balfe!” Sam laughed and thankfully got the cup of tea out of the way before she pounced on him.

He gathered her in his arms, squeezing her and placing quick kisses all over her face. Cait screeched and tried to wiggle out of his grasp but he only held her tighter, holding her across his body. Sam looked down at her, running a finger lightly over her lips and then she yelped when his glasses slid off his face and hit her.

“Fuck!” Cait covered her nose with her hand, applying pressure where they had hit.

“Shit, Cait. I’m so sorry,” he said sincerely, but started to laugh watching her rub her nose.

“Don’t you dare….” She started to giggle, “Laugh.”

Sam picked up his glasses, sliding them back in place and bent his head, kissing the sore spot. “I’m sorry, babe. Who knew kissing could be so dangerous?”

“I’ll get you back for that,” Cait smiled, shifting so that her bum rested on his lap and she pressed her face into his neck, breathing him in. Sam smelled like lemons, fresh and clean with a hint of laundry detergent. She moved her hand to the nape of his neck, tugging at the curls there and Sam leaned his head back against the couch. Caitriona placed her mouth on the side of his neck, lightly sucking.

“Are ye trying to give me a hickey, woman?” Sam chuckled and then moaned as she flicked her tongue.

Her mouth made a sort of wet smacking noise and she nodded, her nose bumping against his skin.

“That’s goin’ to leave a mark, Cait.” Sam sighed, moving his hand slowly over the swell of her hip.

She pulled back, licking her lips. “That’s what I hoped for, hon.”

“Christ,” Sam laughed and she pushed his head to the side and placed her lips back on his neck. Once she had Sam moaning, and felt his erection pressing up against her, she pulled back, looking at her handy work.

“That’ll do.” She touched the wet spot with her fingers, “You’ll need the makeup girls to help you cover that tomorrow.”

Sam looked over at her, rolling his eyes. “You can explain to them why I’ve got a hickey on my neck, thank ye very much.”

“I can’t!” She laughed, biting her lip. “We’re supposed to be secret right?”

Sam pushed a curl behind her ear, “Balfe… do you really think anyone on that damn set hasn’t figured out what we’re doing?”

Letting her head fall back against his arm, she sighed. “I know. Everyone probably knows… I just, I’ve never dated a co-star before, I don’t know how this is supposed to work.”

“Neither do I, Cait. I don’t have the rule book that tells me how to navigate all of this. Work and personal life… it’s all a bit messy, isn’t it?”

Caitriona stared at him through her glasses on the tip of her nose, and shut one eye. “You’ve got some freckles on your cheeks.”

Smirking, Sam touched his fingers lightly on her cheeks, “So have you, Balfe. Don’t change the subject please…”

“Sorry,” she said softly. For Cait, it was always hard to talk about relationships, no matter how she felt for Sam, she didn’t know if she would ever be ready to have it out in the world that she was dating the man she simulated sex with on a tv show. She was nervous that people wouldn’t take them seriously, their acting or their relationship. But as she looked into Sam’s eyes, she saw how badly he wanted to shout it from the rooftops. “I’m sorry I don’t want to tell people, Sam.”

He pulled her against him, kissing her gently. “It’s okay, Cait. It is. We’ve been together for only five months. I mean we’ve been sleeping together for a little bit longer than that,” he blushed. “But we can take all the time you need, okay? As long as I have you, I’ve got the world.”

Cait pushed her hand against his mouth, “You’re so cheesy,” She giggled.

Sam put his arm under her knees, gathering her to his chest and bent his head, blowing a fat, wet, and juicy raspberry against her neck — only making Caitriona dissolve into more giggles.

++++++

Try as they might to hide their relationship, and keep it just between them — the flirty looks, tweets and public displays of affection weren’t helping matters. They both knew the show had steamy sex scenes and it was part of their job to talk about it, but Cait couldn’t stop giggling like an idiot when she got asked about whether or not they’d watched the wedding episode of Claire and Jamie.

In fact, they had watched that episode together, and gotten rip roaring drunk in the process. And as Sam said… whisky leads to sex.

A relationship is built on friendship and trust, and Sam and Cait grew to become best friends. They knew everything about each other, and cared deeply for the other. Cait, however couldn’t help the nagging feeling of doubt in the back of her mind, was it really going to work?

#love like this fanfiction #ch 3 #nothing else could matter in our life #sam heughan #caitriona balfe #samcait #rpf #mclairefras #outlander rpf #outlander fanfiction

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