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captainreecejames · 29 days

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Wrong City - CL16 smau

in which you commit to the bit on Instagram

authors note : I hope you guys like this one! Originally it was going to be a different post every city and driver, but I didn't think that would really be enough so it became a short story on charles. Let me know if you want one on a different driver as I still have a few captions in the notes.

pairing : Charles Leclerc x FEM!reader

warnings : none

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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year

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MC: How was your investigation? *smiles*

The first-years: ...

Epel: Sensei, we have collected the necessary information and we have come to a conclusion as well.

Ace: But it's Deuce who came up with it since we couldn't think of anything plausible.

Deuce: Hey! You said it was plausible enough!

Jack: Guys, just get on with it.

MC: Let's make it fun, shall we? You'll re-enact the information you've gotten.

The first-years: Yes, sensei!

Professor Trein: I'm excited to see what our students have found out about you.

MC: Hehe~ I'm excited too, sir.

Professor Vargas: I hope it's action.

Professor Crewel: It will count as a documentary.

Crowley: Who wants popcorn?

Cater: Riddle? What's with that crazy, thick book?

Riddle: Oh. I'm doing my own research of Professor MC.

Trey: And?

Riddle: When I'm about to find something that matches, it will cancel out once I've considered the variables.

Leona: Just focus on the first-years' presentation.

Ruggie: Shyeheehee~ But Leona? Didn't you prepare your own theory just in case the freshmen got it wrong?

Leona: I just don't want the extra work.

Jack (as a doctor): Your child is a stillborn.

Epel (as MC's mom): S-Stillborn? I... That's not possible! My baby is alive!

*the other students acting as nurses, telling him to calm down*

Jack: Please, ma'am. We've done everything we could.

Epel: *screams in sorrow and anguish*

Ace (as a nurse): I'm sorry about your loss...

Epel: ...

Epel: Where's my baby?

Ace: *leaves the room for a moment and comes back with a baby wrapped in a towel*

Ace: *hands the baby to him*

Epel: *looks at the baby's face* *starts to tear up* They're so beautiful...

Vil: *holding back his tears*

Rook: *crying* Where did they get the baby?

Vil: Please, Rook... Would you not ruin it?

Kalim: *sniffles* It's a doll.

Rook: Okay... Thanks, Roi d'Or.

Epel: *takes the dead baby home*

Epel: *sets the baby down gently on the crib*

Epel: You were healthy...

Epel: ...

Epel: What did I do wrong? *starts sobbing again*

Sebek (acts as MC): Ara~. What do we have here?

Silver: Huh?

Lilia: *laughing*

Malleus: When did Sebek can change his voice like that?

MC: Very well, Mr. Zigvolt. *chuckles*

Deuce (the narrator): The mother treated the baby like if they were alive. Mysteriously enough, the baby didn't show any signs of decomposition, even though two months had already passed.

The audience: WHAT?!! TWO MONTHS?!!

Sebek: QUIET! THE PRESENTATION ISN'T FINISHED YET!

Ace and Epel: *stern* Sebek.

Sebek: Grr. Let's continue with the next scene.

Deuce: However, the mother woke up one day and noticed the baby wasn't in their crib.

Deuce: But there, in the corner of the room, was a mysterious being.

Sebek: *clears throat, copying MC's voice*

Sebek: "Look outside, kind mortal. Your baby is waiting for you."

Epel: Waiting... for me?

Sebek: "Yes... *chuckles* What's with the shock expression on your face?"

Sebek: "Isn't your baby alive?"

The audience: ...

The audience: *claps*

MC: *stood up* *smiles* Great job, everyone. Especially you, Mr. Felmier and Mr. Zigvolt.

Epel and Sebek: Thank you, sensei!

MC: Now, Mr. Spade. What's your theory?

Deuce: ...

Deuce: Sensei... Would it be possible that you're a half-deity?

Ace: HUH? Dude! You said that they might be a spirit or something!

Jack: Why are you changing it?

Deuce: ...

Deuce: Deities are not equal when it comes to power or abilities. And there are some beliefs that they shouldn't have strong attachments to mortals.

Deuce: Sensei, could it be that you have a strong attachment to this world and that you did something forbidden? And that allows you to possess a dead body of a mortal.

MC: ...

MC: Congratulations, Mr. Spade. Your theory is correct.

Deuce: Wha— A-Are you serious, sensei?!

MC: *nods*

Ace: N-No way!

The first-years: *cheered*

MC: *chuckles*

The housewardens: ...

Malleus: That's quite unexpected. Now MC-sensei got me even more curious.

Azul: That explains why they could beat the headmage and the Queen of Briar Valley.

Riddle: So I've been trying to compete with a half-deity...

Idia: Lol. When?

Leona: I want to know what that forbidden thing they did.

Vil: Do you think they would tell us?

Kalim: Maybe?

MC: In the near future, yes.

The housewardens: AHHH!

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harveyhawkscripts · 11 months

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[M4M] The Ogre and the Butterfly Prince Pt. 1 [Romance] [Fantasy] [Series]

AN: Happy Pride Month! This month I am focusing on LGBTQIA+ scripts, naturally. This is a new series! Grahven is my new Fella that spins in my head like a microwave meal, and I love him. I don’t know what to call the prince yet, so if you have a suggestion feel free to leave it in the comments. This script is a bit heavier on direction and action than my others, which I feel is necessary, but let me know if it’s too much. Also, my next script probably won’t be the sequel to this one because I want to work on a nonbinary script next ^-^ I will update this soon, though!

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- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)

- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely.

Synopsis: Synopsis: The speaker is Grahven the Ogre. Grahven runs the Zinnia Inn, an inn catering mainly to migrating Butterfly Folk. When he receives word that the Monarch's son is due to visit to meet with suitors, he is nervous but determined to give the prince a luxurious stay.

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[SFX and Action]

(.) Short Pause

(...) Longer pause

(Voice instruction)

Word Count: 1274

Synopsis: The speaker is Grahven the Ogre. Grahven runs the Zinnia Inn, an inn catering mainly to migrating Butterfly Folk. When he receives word that the Monarch's son is due to visit to meet with suitors, he is nervous but determined to give the prince a luxurious stay.

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GRAHVEN:

'Morning, ladies. How was your night? Room to your liking an' all that?

(.) Good to hear. Will you be taking your tea in the garden?

(.) Of course. And what are we in the mood for?

(.) Purple coneflower and lemongrass, and a poppyseed loaf as well. Honey with that? Yes ma'ams, I'll have that out in a jiff.

(.)

Hm? Oh, so you’ve heard. That’s right. The Monarchs of the Butterfly Folk are sending their second son on his migration journey. He’ll be stopping here to meet some suitors and take a rest.

(.)

Is that so? I heard the migration journey is a large step in a young adult’s life; it must be an especially celebrated event for a prince.

(.)

Parties for weeks! What a thing to imagine! I hope the Zinnia is up to his expectations…

(.)

Why thank you, ladies. The brothers and I do our best to bring our guests the best experience!

(.) Well met, Sir Kingpage. What can I do for you?

(.) Oh, you're here to see the prince? Well, his royal highness isn't here yet, but I'd be happy to bring you some refreshments while you wait. I just got a shipment of citrus from the Sungold Groves.

(.) Yessir! This way to the garden, then. [Trumpet fanfare] That's him! Whoa, look at those guards! And that carriage!

(.) Ah, if you'll excuse me, sir. Oi, Dawl! C'mere and show this gentleman to his seat, yeah? [Footsteps] Your royal highness! Welcome to the Zinn Innia - er, the Zinnia Inn. It sure is an honor to have you. May I help you out of your carr- [Guards rush to intercept] Ah! Those spears sure look sharp. I'll just, uh, back up a smidge.

(.) Right, right. Sorry 'bout that.

(.) Your royal highness, this humble orc begs your forgiveness. Allow me to bow in your presence. Urgh...

(.) (Grunts in pain) I'm alright, your highness. Just this ol' knee of mine actin' up. [Approaching footsteps] Huh? Please, no need to trouble yourself your... (In awe, softly) Highness... Gods, the way the sun hits you from this angle... [The prince helps Grahven up, maybe a grunt of effort from Grahven] T-thank you, your highness. Both for helping me up and, uh, calling of those guards.

(.) (Clears throat) Now then! May I offer the grand tour, or would you like to start with refreshments? Of course, your highness. You must be exhausted from your long journey. Allow me to escort you to the garden gazebo. Uh... will your guards be coming along?

(.) (Relieved) Right then. (To the guards) Don't worry, you lot. The prince will be safe with me. Dawl will tend to you until the prince is ready to meet his suitors.

(.) Dalin, my good dwarf, bring a platter out for the prince, yeah? And make sure you brew the tea before you chill it this time.

(.) Right this way, your highness.

[Footsteps]

(.) Dalin? Yeah, he's a good friend. He and his brother, Dawl, helped build this place. They also made the gazebo. I tell you; those dwarves know a thing or two about adding a homey touch. They even put in a bench swing and hanging planters.

[Footsteps stop] We met in their village. I was there to buy materials and Dawl and Dalin were the only ones who would sell to me. The rest of the village either ran and hid or tried to attack me since… you know. Ogres aren’t exactly welcome in most places, on account of the tyrant and all that.

He may be gone now, but people haven’t forgotten. Thankfully, I’ve made a good reputation for myself here with the Inn. Of course, that’s thanks to the brothers and my patrons. Without them, I’d… well, I’d really have nothing.

(.)

Yeah, I’m lucky to have ‘em.

[Footsteps]

Ah, here comes Dalin. Huh, he’s got one of your guards with him. Everything alright, gentleman?

(.)

Wait, really? Someone really tests your food for you? I thought that was a myth!

(.)

Huh. Well, I hope he enjoyed it. Hey, food-tester! We’ve got plenty, and none of it’s poison, so eat all you like!

[Dalin sets down the platter]

Thank you, Dalin. This looks delicious.

(.)

I hope it’s to your liking, your highness. Let’s see, we’ve got fresh Milkweed salad, wild berry tarts, and my own specialty summer blend of tea. Everything is picked fresh from the garden, save for the Honeybells. Those don’t grow so well here, so I buy those from the Sungold Grove.

(.)

Honeybells are your favorite? I knew I made a good call on those! Well, dig in, your highness!

(.)

Oh, I’ve been running this place for… hm, five odd years. It started out as just a garden stall. I’d sell fruit and flowers – mostly to the Butterfly Folk during migration. It was a safe place for them to camp, ‘specially with my protection. It was slow going at first, but once Dawl and Dalin came along people were keener to trust me. The garden got so popular with migrating Butterfly Folk we decided we ought to give them a proper place to stay, and the rest is history.

(.)

What did I do before this? Before this, I… Forgive me, your highness. I’d rather not talk about that, if that’s alright. ‘S a bit personal, is all.

(.)

No, no! No need to apologize. It’s alright. Let’s change the subject. Are you enjoying your journey so far? The Painted Ladies say the Monarchs go all out for their migration. I’m not even sure how it’s supposed to work, in all honesty.

(.)

Oh, really? So, it’s not like the insect butterflies at all then? It’s more of a self-discovery thing. Oh, and to find a mate of course. Can you do both on one journey?

(.)

Seems like a tall order to me. Then again, you do have your fair share of suitors to choose from. The dining room is just bustlin’ with ‘em!

(.)

Are you alright, your highness? You look nervous.

(.)

Whenever you want to meet them. You are the prince, after all. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind waiting if you want to rest up a while. I can have Dawl show you to the royal suite–

(.)

You want me to show you?

(.)

No, it’s no trouble, your highness. I’d be happy to. May I offer you my arm?

(.)

Heh, your touch is so delicate. Guess I should expect that from royalty. Right this way, then.

[Footsteps]

Don’t worry, your highness. You’ll have plenty of time to rest and freshen up as ya like.

(A bit hesitant) Draw you a bath? Of course. Whatever your highness needs, I’m happy to deliver.

(.)

(Flustered) C-comb your hair? I could – (gulp) – yeah, I could do that. But are you sure you want me to do it? You wouldn’t rather one of your royal assistants or –

(.)

Oh, okay. Then, uh, it would be my honor, your highness. Ah, here’s your room. I hope it’s to your liking, your highness.

[Door opens]

I’m glad you enjoy it. It’s the room with the most windows, so there’s always plenty of light.

(.)

Oh, you want me to come in now?

(.)

Of course! I’ll just, uh, get that bath started. Please make yourself at home, your highness. I’ll only be a moment.

[Door shuts]

(Softly) Gods. Grahven, you big oaf, you’ve done it now. Went and cozied up to a prince and now look at ya. Blushin’ in the mirror like a schoolgirl. Get your head out of the clouds and focus!

[Knocking]

(.)

Nothing, your highness! Just getting your bath started!

[Turns on water]

(Sighs) Just give it up. It’s not like a prince would ever love an ogre, anyway.

TO BE CONTINUED

#writing #script writing #fantasy #asmr scripts #m4m #scripts

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twistedtavern · 2 years

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How would the twisted! boys react to their small human friend giving them a kiss on the cheek?

ohsdjfnek omg fluff moment

Twisted!Crowley: Happiest bird papa, he is loved by his baby ^w^ Be ready for lots of snuggles and affection, very little could sour his mood for the rest of the day after that

Twisted!Grim: Oh lord his ego. His (adopted) henchman likes him best! He is parading around with Yuu on his back all day being proud of himself.

Twisted!Riddle: At first he's surprised, then he goes full bloom mode. Yuu thought they made him mad, but he is desperately trying to keep his composure and not just devolve into verbal keysmash from being flustered. May very lightly scold Yuu for making him embarrassed, but it's definitely not a serious reprimand. Yuu could tell from how vibrant his petals were for a while that he was actually very happy.

Twisted!Ace: Ah, yes, a kiss between homies. Will tease Yuu a little bit before giving them a little kiss on the head like a kitten in return

Twisted!Deuce: He will cry. Yknow those edits where someone is crying and there's hearts with motion blur on them all over the screen? That's him rn. SHAMBLES. No chance at recovery. Kiss attack at Night Raven College, 1 dead.

Twisted!Trey: Just goes "aww <3" before also giving kisses, a little bit embarrassed by it, but is still a happy boi

Twisted!Cater: Will definitely ask Yuu to do it again for a selfie, but is very happy about it. Definitely becoming his screen saver #LoveIsStoredInTheYuu❤️❤️❤️

Twisted!Leona: Yuu has awakened him, and now he shall make them pay for it by being his plushie. It's just to hide the way he smiled, but he certainly couldn't hide his big rumbly purr.

Twisted!Ruggie: Shishishishi!! He'd definitely tease Yuu for being soft or just trying to bribe him for snacks, but that smile is genuine. Maybe try the other cheek if they're trying to ask him for something? >;3c

Twisted!Jack: Hurricane Jack's Tail is entering your vicinity, take shelter immediately. All he can do against the kisses is hide behind his hands and grumble about how it wasn't fair of Yuu to do that. Poor doggo, too much cute for him.

Twisted!Azul: One-way trip to the octopus pot for this poor boy, he is returning never. Yuu will be signing a non-disclosure agreement about this very soon. Also, please don't use this to get out of shifts, he wouldn't be able to say no.

Twisted!Jade: You feel no fear and I am deeply afraid of you. He is surprised at first, but his smile is much less dark and menacing afterwards. More teasing, but will also try to coax Yuu into giving him more kisses.

Twisted!Floyd: You fool. Yuu is getting kissed all over now, there is no escaping it. Floyd is now aware that kisses are on the table, and will often chase Yuu down to not only squeeze them, but completely smother them in kisses from here on out.

Twisted!Jamil: You get exactly one (1) shy noise out of him before he hides in his hood. Will definitely ask Yuu what it was for, but he isn't complaining. He's too shy to ask for more kisses, even though he really wants them. Give him a kiss when he does something well or as a thank you for a good hypno-sleep ^w^ he deserves it

Twisted!Kalim: Once again, you fool. The boy essentially becomes a flashbang and there's rainbows and sparkles everywhere good lord Yuu will go BLIND. He is literally so bright help

Twisted!Vil: Oop there's a dent in his face- but still he's quite happy. Yuu gets headpats from potato dad, maybe a boop as well? 😳

Twisted!Rook: Do you have no sense of self preservation sir/ma'am/m'theydy?? HELLO? You have seconds to start running, please commence immediately. But Yuu does receive kisses of their own once they're caught.

Twisted!Epel: how could you. There's flowers blooming everywhere on him and his leaves are super green and oh lord there's bees all over the place, this is far from a sturdy, manly look. What in tarnation, sugar pea. This is not darn tootin. Yeehaw.

Twisted!Idia: Samurai.EXE has stopped working. Complete verbal keysmash, head in hands, it's a complete critical hit. He will never ever live it down. You have broken the poor boy, and he will stay in his room until this error code is sorted out.

Twisted!Ortho: Definitely surprised, but oh my god he's so happy look at him. Just pure, absolute sunshine from this little machine. This memory is going into his most secure file, it's precious to him.

Twisted!Malleus: ahem, BE NOT AFRAI- Im not making that joke again lmao. He applauds your bravery, little one ^w^ Malleus was definitely stunned for a while. He's so happy to have Yuu around, and he wishes he could give his own kisses. He only has his one eye, sadly. No mouth.

Twisted!Lilia: Awww, little baby bat is such a sweetheart! Many nuzzles and some fawning is in order, and maybe a story as well? Ole peepaw bat hasn't felt this much love in his heart since Silver was little.

Twisted!Silver: A kiss of true baby has woken him up. He'll ask Yuu if they wanted anything from him, and if they say they just wanted to say hi he'll give them the softest older brother smile they've ever seen. Will definitely be open to snuggling.

Twisted!Sebek: AH! AFFECTION FROM THE TINY CREATURE! HOW UNBEFITTING OF A GUARD! In all seriousness, he looks downright scandalized, but he looks downright scandalized about everything. Croco boi is just loud and embarrassed.

#a wonderland so twisted #twisted!heartslabyul #twisted!savanaclaw #twisted!octavinelle #twisted!scarabia #twisted!pomefiore #twisted!ignihyde #twisted!diasomnia #tavern order

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lesbdsm · 2 years

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Affirmative, Captain.

I learn best by example. When learning something new I look for models and explanations of how it was done before. So when I began seriously thinking about starting into a 24/7 dynamic with my partner, one of the first things that I did was read about people's dynamics and experiences. I knew that I wanted a 24/7 dynamic. It just felt right, and it played nicely with the kind of vibe our relationship has anyway. I definitely play a support role in my relationship. Hell, I even cosplay her right hand man, her lesser partner, most of the time. In theory, this should fit right, and feel so natural. But all my reading and researching dynamics kept putting me off. It made the idea of a 24/7 dynamic feel too restrictive. Too chafing. And suddenly I hated the idea of playing the role of her dutiful wife. Her obedient plaything. Things that should be appealing to me suddenly were turn offs.

Then I realized why. The vibes were off.

A lot of the language, and frankly just the vibes, of the 24/7 dominance and submission dynamic as discussed in the current kink community is not only tied up in gender politics, but in the idea of a nuclear family centric veiw of the world. Often the dominant partner assumes the role of a parental type figure, and the submissive obeys with a sort of "father/mother knows what's best for the family" vibe or the dominant partner assumes the role of the "Husband" in the mid-century home model, as the head of the family who's every need is catered to by his wife since his job and life are more important. Both of these are perfectly lovely archetypes for 24/6 dynamics.....for some people. But not all of us.

(I am not acknowledging the "woman's place" people. Not kinkshaming you, good for you if that's your thing, but I feel like we really don't have a lot of philosophical middle ground to meet on tbh ... Your gender-essentialism scares me.)

And they don't fit the way I submit. From a background of domestic abuse and traditional, conservative environments, I fought too hard for the right to have my own thoughts and make my own decisions to feel any truth in phrases like "good girls don't think" and "it's not my place to decide". The former smacks of abuse and the latter is a bit too Mamie Eisenhower for comfort. And the parody of family Dynamics simply isn't comfortable to me. Nothing about the nuclear family is. The mindless, naive trust of "Yes, Daddy/Mommy" doesn't feel right to me. The sublimated will of "Yes, Master/Mistress" isn't right either. And the reflexive acceptance of a "Yes, Sir/Ma'am" isn't right either.

More than any dynamic I see talked about in kink spaces, the dynamic I see as most similar to the one I want is the moment (and forgive the nerdy reference) in every Star Trek Episode where Spock, no matter what his thoughts and feelings on the matter, bows his head, secure in his infinite trust of Kirk's judgement, to Kirks decision with a soft "Affirmative, Captain."

Mindful Submission, not mindless.

In that vein, I would like to propose a new 24/7 dynamic that takes no inspiration from any sort of gender politics or traditional family roles:

She is my Captain, and I am the loyal First Officer that would lay down my life without question if she asked me to. It is not my duty to mindlessly obey, but to mindfully obey. I am not thoughtless, and I know my thoughts and opinions have high value to my Captain, but in the end, I trust her above all else, myself included, to make the correct final decisions on every front. I serve her aims to the best of my ability because I believe that whatever direction she chooses will be the best one, and I trust her to not just take care of and coddle me but to use my willing service to better us both. There is a militarylike level of precision and obedience in the way we behave, because we are made better by the efficiency of that structure, and I am not below her because of any innate inferiority or superiority dictated by our bodies or societal roles, but because I accepted her judgement as my superior and she values my contribution as her inferior.

This feels comfortable. This feels right. This dynamic I can and will live with, 24/7.

Does anyone else out there feel their dynamic is atypical and not represented by the current popular language of 24/7 Dynamics in the BDSM community? We should talk! Let's further diversify the language and representation of 24/7 Dynamics in kink! (Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations, guys!)

@sccwriting

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casual-unknown · 3 years

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Idia: fuck, I want to die.

Riddle: Language.

Idia: Heckity heck, I crave death.

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Trey: Don't touch anything, okay?

Deuce: Yes, sir!

Trey: Ah, don't call me sir.

Deuce: ...yes, ma'am...?

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Azul: Don't kill someone accidentally.

Floyd: I'm not an idiot, Azul...

Floyd: I know how to do it on purpose.

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Epel: How come Vil-senpai have been so nice lately?

Rook: what do you mean?

Epel: he is nicer than usual.

Vil, hearing the conversation perfectly: I could punch you if you want.

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When Ace, Jack, and Deuce became adult

Ace: it was rude for you to cancel our hangout so abruptly, you know?

Jack: ...I literally just became a father last night.

Ace: Oh, I see. So you rather hang out with a baby you have known for a day than with your best friends that you have known for a couple years? Do you hear that Deuce?

Deuce: yeah, how could you do that to us, Jack?

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Cater: What are we doing?

Idia: Wasting our lives.

Cater: I meant for Science Class.

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Ace: whoever invented marriage was creepy as hell. Like I love you so much that I'm going to get the government involved so you can't leave.

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Idia: sometimes I forgot sad jokes are only funny on the internet. I told Azul that I wished the earth was flat so I could yeet myself off the edge and he just got concerned.

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Idia: I don't have a sleep schedule. I go to sleep when I'm tired and I'm tired all the time and I'm also never tired.

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mudhorn-djarin19 · 3 years

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Mission: I Do - Chp. 2 (Agent Whiskey x f!reader)

Summary: A new mission has come up and you are sent off on it with Agent Whiskey as your partner. However, you have to go undercover as his fiancee. What will this mission mean for you and your harboring crush on him? This chapter is the set up to the mission. This chapter's not the most entertaining and I apologize for that. It's basically a build up/keep the flow going chapter lol. Rating: Teen Warnings: Language, alcohol usage (tipsy), poisoning, mutual pining (please let me know if I missed any) AO3 Link | Masterlist | Join my taglist here! Chp. 1 - more chapters to come! (Will be added here and in taglist) You awake the next morning to yourself being enveloped in warmth. It was comforting but definitely something new to you. You shot your eyes open to find yourself snuggled into Jack’s chest. You nervously panicked and slid back, waking him up in the process.

“Mhm. What’s wrong?” He groans, his voice raspy with sleep. He then notices his hand placed on your hip. You both look up and eye each other before he removes it. “Well… not sure how we got like that. But my apologies.” He chuckles lightly, removing his hand. “It’s okay. I uh.. I somehow moved in my sleep as well.” You chuckle nervously. “I’m um...going to go get dressed for the day.” You say as you spring up from the bed.

Jack rolls over and looks at the clock to see it’s 10am “Yea better we get dressed, head down for some breakfast and then make our way down to the convention. Get this show on the road.”

You crawl from the bed and head over to the closet where you had stored your clothes for the trip, going over what you think would be best to wear. You wanted to look nice but nothing too over the top. “I’m going to change in the bathroom and put my makeup on.” You as you step in and shut the door behind you. “Alright, I’ll get dressed out here a while. Jack replies.

Several minutes past before you return from the bathroom. You decided on a simple white sundress with some sandals. You find Jack laying back on the bed. Fully dressed in his normal attire he wears when off duty. Jeans, a plain white t-shirt, boots and his favorite black cowboy hat. He sits up and whistles when he sees you.

“Well don’t you just look gorgeous. All dolled up.” He smirks, eyeing you over.

You blush slightly, looking down to try to hide it. You didn’t think you had done anything too crazy. You were just wearing simple casual clothes in your opinion. But, apparently to him you looked amazing. “Thank you Jack.” You respond, blushing lightly.

“I’ve ordered us room service breakfast so it should be here any minute now. We can go over the case a bit more while we eat.” He says.

Not long after breakfast arrives, you two sit at the little table in the foyer of the room and go over the mission. Jack pulls out his file from his suitcase, going over pictures of the main culprit and anyone else Statesman had pulled files on that are working with the culprit.

“So we need to find the main guy, what company or companies he controls and any of his crew. Take them all down and prevent anymore kidnappings or bombings. The other agents were sent out to spots designated where anyone kidnapped previously been noted to do rescues.” He says, closing the file. “Shouldn’t be too hard. Champ said we have a few locations to keep in our peruse. The convention, a local restaurant, the hotel here itself and a local club. We have a week to complete the mission which is more than enough.”

You nod listening to him explain as you sip your coffee. This is going to be a long and interesting weekend. Surely is going to be pulling all sorts of ways at your heartstrings. Looking at wedding stuff, sharing a bed and who knows what else for a potential week. You two finish your breakfast and gear up for the day. Jack tucks his whip and lasso to his belt so they’re hidden, while you strap a pistol and knife to your thigh. Always got to be prepared for any potential danger.

Arriving at the venue, you see it’s a large warehouse building full of tables and tables of business to help you plan your wedding. From venues, catering, clothing and more. You hope someday you can actually experience this for real, and hope even more than it could be with Jack who stands beside you. As you take everything in, you feel Jack’s hand grip yours gently, sliding the ring onto your finger. “Forgot that this mornin’. Might need it to keep the cover.” He says. “Oh. Right, sorry. Thank you for remembering.” You respond.

“Of course darlin’. What else is a future husband for?” He smirks, sliding his hand into yours. Interlocking his fingers with yours.

Lord have mercy… this mission might actually kill you if Jack keeps up his flirtiness on top of everything else.

“Shall we get to perusing?” He says, motioning his hand to the venue. You pull him through the aisles, stopping at a few tables to look at things to seem like actually wedding planning. You decide to stop at a dress stand to look over some dresses for the lady running the booth seemed to match the description of one of the crewmates. “Honey, come look at these!” You shout to him, waving your hand. Jack looks in your direction, noticing why you called him to that booth. He slips on his glasses and hits the button to activate the hidden camera before coming over. Making sure while he made his way over to get the lady’s face in frame and the name of the supposed company. “What do you think of this one?” You ask. Pulling out a long lace sleeved, off the shoulder dress. “Would you like to try it on?” The lady asks.

“Oh uh… I-” You start to say.

“Go on. Try it on. I like it very much. Why you do so, I’ll discuss things with the lady here.” Jack smiles.

You nod and head into the little changing rooms the lady has while Jack talks to her, hopefully getting some good information out of her. After a few minutes and working to get the dress on you step out from the changing booth to stand in front of Jack and the booth lady. Jack's eyes widen and he about drops his jaw to the floor before he quickly straightens himself out and clears his throat. “Wow darlin’, you look… beautiful.” He smiles, eyeing you over.

“Th-thank you.” You blush, looking down.

“That dress suits you very much! Allow me to give you my business card for future fittings if you’re interested in the dress.” The lady smiles, handing you the card. You gladly take it. Solid, got a location of where potential kidnappings could be happening. You smile and look yourself over one more time before heading back into the changing booth to change back into the clothes you arrived in. You exit the booth and make your way around to some other booths, seeing if any of the runners catch your eyes as crewmates or the main culprit. You go down a few aisles until Jack pulls you into a venue booth. “You know darlin’ I always dreamed of a barn wedding. Something about them is just so simple but elegant all the same. What do you think?” He asks.

As you enter the booth the host greets you and you instantly recognize him to be the main culprit. Thank god Jack still has his glasses on and is recording the whole thing so you can send it back to Ginger later tonight and inform her you found him.

“Hello sir. Ma'am.” He nods his head to you. “I see you are interested in our venue?” He asks.

“Yes sir. Always found myself fond of a rustic barn wedding. But, the decision of the venue is ultimately up to my fine lady here.” He says turning to you.

“I think a barn wedding sounds very nice honey.” You smile. “I’d love to get more information on the venue if we could.”

“Certainly.” The guy smiles, handing you two some pamphlets on the venue, going over information with you and etc. “The venue is my own family's barn. It’s a 200 year old property but we keep it well maintained and we have a bed and breakfast on the property for you and your family to stay at the day and night before.”

“Sounds lovely to me.” Jack smiles. “We shall take this information and discuss but I think I’m hooked already.” You nod in agreement and part your ways from the guy. Jack leans down to whisper in your ear as you walk away, but hiding it so it looks like he’s kissing you instead.

“That’s definitely him. Hopefully we can run into him again later to corner him and take him down. Good job on finding the other lady. Let me know if you spot anything else and I will do the same for you.” He states.

You nod in response and continue to work your way through the aisles. Looking around to some venues, not really seeing any other people you recognize to be suspicious. But to keep your cover you do pull each other into some booths. Jack pulls you into a catering booth when he sees some good looking food to try. You chuckle as he tastes just about everything there is, handing you pieces to try as well. You manage to pull him into a few booths too, one being a ring booth that caught your eye. You don’t notice him watching you as you eye over your favorites.

Once you two have perused most of the aisles, not finding anything else and realizing it’s getting pretty late in the day you decide to call it a day for the convention. “It’s getting close to dinner time. I’m hungry. How about you?” He asks.

“Definitely. Those little bites of food here and there didn’t stick with me much.” You chuckle.

“Come on, I know of a good place you should try.” He says, leading you to the car.

Jack decided to treat you to a local fast food favorite, Whataburger. Being a man from the south he knew of all the popular joints. You were raised in the big city of New York, only ever having traveled to new places once joined the Statesman. So any chance you could get to check out a regional thing when on a trip you took the opportunity. You two sat in the pickup truck that was rented for the weekend, chowing down on your food in silence.

“See I told you it was some good shit.” He chuckles.

“Mhm” Is all you can make out as you continue to devour your food.

Once finished eating and back at the hotel you scramble around trying to figure out what to wear. You were to go to the local club up the street tonight to see if you could catch the culprit or anyone there by chance. You’ve been to clubs before on many missions but, you always have a hard time deciding what to wear. You want to fit in but also don’t want to stand out too much. Jack layed back on the bed, sending the information from today over to Champ as you paced back and forth in the room from the dresser to the bathroom. He had already changed as soon as you got back. And by changed, he swapped his white t-shirt for an army green t-shirt and threw on his go to black leather jacket. You finally settled on another dress and slipped into the bathroom for the final time to slip it on and fix your makeup some.

“Um Jack?” You step out of the bathroom.

He sits up on his elbow from his spot on the bed and about drops his jaw at the sight of you, for the second time today. Whistling at you once again.

“Damn darlin’... You keep shocking me with your looks. Everytime I think you can’t get more beautiful you do.” He smirks, eyeing you over.

You chose to wear a silky and almost skin tight all black dress that stopped about mid thigh and had thin spaghetti straps. You blush at his compliment.

“Thank you. Um, do you mind helping me zip the rest of it up?” You say as you step closer and turn your back towards him.

“Not at all.” He says standing and helping you zip the rest of your dress up, knuckles brushing lightly against your skin as he does which sends shivers through your body.

“Thank you. Ready to go?” You ask and you walk over to the door to slip on your pair of heels.

“Yup. Got your weapons just in case?” He asks as he pats his torso then back knowing his are secured in a hidden pocket of his jacket and belt.

You point to your purse where you had your weapons stowed away as they wouldn’t be hidden too well on your person right now.. “Yup. All set.”

“Alrighty, well then let’s goin’!” He says and you both step out to head to the club up the street.

You two walk into the club, Jack has his arm around your waist and leads you over to a free table where you both sit and take a look over of your location. So far no culprit or crew members to be seen. Hopefully they’ll show up eventually.

“I’m going to get a drink. Want anything?” He asks.

“Um sure. A cocktail please. Anything.” You smile.

He nods and heads off to the bar, leaving you at the table. As you wait you see some of the crew members walk in. Recognizing them from the pictures. Two males and one female. Jack returns shortly with a margarita for you and a glass of his namesake for himself.

“Jack, three arrived.” You nod your head towards them. The guys standing at the bar and the girl making her way to dance on the dance floor. “I’m going to try to talk to the girl. I’ll be back.”

You down your drink in one sitting and make your way to the dance floor. This will surely bite you in the ass later but for now who cares. He watches as you make your way over and then focuses his attention back to the two men. You find your groove to the music and work your way over to the girl and start to strike up a conversation with her as you dance.

“Hey! I like your moves.” You smile at her, starting off friendly.

“Thanks, you got some good ones too. And your dress is very pretty.” She smiles back. “Not from around here are you?” “No. I’m here for the bridal convention with my fiancee.” You nod your head over to Jack sitting at the table, sipping at his drink.

As she turns her head to look in his direction, you quickly drop some poison provided to you and Whiskey both by the agency into her drink. She seems so nice and you hate to do it to her but she is working for the enemy and you need to weed them all out one by one no matter the means.

“Well congrats girl.” She smiles back. “Welcome to town. Hope the planning is going well.”

“Thank you. What’s your name?” You ask, giving her yours.”

“I’m Nicole. Nice to meet you.” She smiles.

“Are you from around here?” You ask and start to delve into a conversation with her, getting to know her, slowly picking her brain and getting some useful information out of her that she slips up on about the culprit and other crew members.

Once you wrap up your conversation you make your way back over to Jack who has now moved himself over to the bar.

“Okay. Got some information out of her and dropped the poison in. Did you get any information from the guys?” You ask.

“Yup. We can compare notes when we get back to the room.” He says, sipping his new glass of whiskey the bartender hands him.

He slides another margarita over to you as well, having ordered one for you in your absence for when you return. You smile and nod in a way to thank him for it but as you start to sip on it you realize the mistake you made. You can already feel the last one you downed far too quickly hitting you, this one is surely to knock you off your feet. But, you shake it off and continue to sip on it as Jack does his.

“We can probably head out of here whenever you are ready. The poison will kick into them within an hour. No more action needed to be done to them and between the both of us we probably got more than enough information until we come across their boss or other crew members.” He says.

As he says this you really feel the alcohol kicking into your system. Your sensibility going out the door as the buzzed feeling takes over you.

“Jack, I wanna dance.” You state.

“Okay? So then go dance. Ain’t nothing stoppin’ ya. I said we can leave whenever you want to. If you want to stay and dance some go for it.” He says.

“No. I wanna dance with you.” You say smiling at him.

“Well now I’m not much of a dancer darlin’. I ain’t got no rhythm.”

You pout at him, and finish off the rest of your drink. You grab his hand and tug at him a bit, trying to get him to change his mind and budge off the stool. He sighs deeply and finally stands, giving into your needs.

“Fine fine. I’ll join ya. But don’t complain at how bad I am.” He chuckles, waving his hands at you.

You grab his hands and drag him to the dance floor, wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying to the music. He places his hands on your hips and sways with you as best as he can. He doesn’t have much rhythm but he’s not as bad as he made himself sound out to be. You two sway and dance to the music for a while until you start to feel sick. Man you knew you were a lightweight but you didn’t know it was this bad. How strong were those margaritas?! You stop dancing and look up at Jack.

“I feel sick. Can we go?” You pout.

“Certainly. Going to be okay to make it the short walk back?” He asks.

You make your way back to the hotel and as soon as you get back you crash onto the bed and pass out. Whatever was in the drink was strong and was killing your head. Taglist: @sarahjkl82-blog @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @blackberries45 @hailmary-yramliah @prideandpascal

#agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels x you #agent whiskey #jack daniels #kingsman #kingsman golden circle #fanfic #pedro pascal #ao3

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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 4 years

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how about companions (+sturges) reacting to a sole who gets injured? :))

(Love that you requested to add sturges, hope you enjoy!)

Cait:

"Ya just had to go off and act the fool eh? What did I tell ye about that? Did you want to become super mutant puppy chow?"

Though she may sound rough at first, it comes from a place of true concern. Damn those green skinned freaks, especially their hounds. Had you just been a second quicker with your trigger finger, maybe you wouldn’t have the perfect outline of a mutant hound’s teeth imprinted into your thigh. It didn’t matter now though, no, what mattered to her now was making sure to get you some place safe enough for her to pour out her trusty flask of whisky onto your wounds and duct tape it up.

It would have to do for now..

Curie:

"Oh mon dieu..well, at least this is what I specialize in madame/monsieur."

Honestly this is best case scenario! She is equipped with a vast medical knowledge and proper instruments so..be it a simple scrape or broken bones, she’ll have you feeling like new!

Danse:

"Listen to me soldier, I need you to remain perfectly still for me. I know it hurts but just..stay calm."

In your line of work, getting messed up was well..let’s just say it’s an occupational hazard. Danse knew this quite well, but it still didn’t stop him from paling when he realized just how beat up you were after a straggler ghoul threw itself at you.

Once the firefight was done and he could properly asses you, he’d suck in a sharp breath, hesitantly stripping any necessary layers before doing his next to put into action what little field medicine he could remember from boot camp.

Probably not as good as going to a doctor...but he made it to where you wouldn’t bleed out.

Deacon:

"Oh..does your arm usually resemble jelly? I'm ju- just playing, oh..oh god."

Like always, deacon would use his humor as his go to..even when he felt like he was going to throw up when he heard the sick “crack” of your arm as you fell right down on it.

Whenever you got back to hq, he’d be certain to bug Carrington and Tinker Tom until you were feeling better.

Gage:

"I'll give ya a reason to cry if you don't shush it boss...now, do you need me to carry you back?"

Running around in Dry Rock Gulch probably wasnt the best idea you ever had, especially becoming apparent when you took a hard fall after tripping over one of the cut out props. No big deal right? Wrong. The minute you tried to stand you found yourself yelping in pain as a hot stinging sensation seized your ankle.

Rolling his eyes, Gage initially thought you were just being over dramatic but he soon realized he was wrong when he saw how much your ankle began to swell. He’d feel pretty bad for being so rough with you but he’d make up for it, making good on his word by literally carrying you piggy back style to properly address your injuries within the comfort of your “home” in fizztop.

Hancock:

"Now that doesn't look too good. Uh..here just sit down right there and wait. Mmh, now would you like to hit that jet I was offering? Too soon? Sorry..."

Fights and the resulting injuries were not something he ever backed down from. Lord knows he isn’t the squeamish type. That’s probably why you were just as surprised as him when his eyes went wide and he had to take a couple steps back..that is until you looked down and saw the rather deep gash into your mid section..heh, must be the shock keeping you from feeling it.

Regardless he would actually be flipping out, trying to play it cool by offering the chems when really he was having a meltdown on the inside.

Macready:

"Just hold still boss and..try not to look?"

He physically grimaced when he heard your body “plop” forcefully into the wall, the raider responsible for the force soon finding themselves without a jaw as you pulled the trigger against their chin with your own pained scream.

However it was when you helplessly whimpered, your arm hanging unnaturally at your side..he knew he had to help. As such, he’s seen this before thankfully, so he’d put you up against the wall before roughly putting your shoulder back in it’s place....desperately trying to not flinch when he heard your cries.

Damn.

Maxson:

"Sentinel? Oh..oh crap...Well don't just stand there, Knight! Someone go get Captain Cade immediately!"

Everything has seemed just fine. For purely official reasons, you were giving him a run down report of the recent mission, ignoring the less than subtle way his eyes lingered on the blossoming purple hue on your head during the entire time. The vertibird ride back up to the prydwen was awful..during the fight with the “muties” you lead your team through, one managed to hit you hard enough to shatter the glass visor on your helmet. Sure it hurt, there wasn’t anyway it wouldn’t..expect this injury was unique because well...for one you heard church bells in your head and could barely form an intelligible sentence without saying “uuuhhh” or pausing.

However even Arthur couldn’t help but break his professional exterior when his precious high ranking officer crumpled down to their knees right in front of him, your team hurriedly scrambling to get you up to the bay clinic, Elder Maxson right there beside you.

Nick:

"Wow..um, this would be a whole lot easier if you were made of steel and bolts. Never mind that, just hold tight, I'll have Ellie send for doctor Sun."

True to his word, he’d send his nice secretary out to fetch the doctor, taking matters into his own hands when he deemed it was taking too long. With a soft sigh he’d try to hide what little annoyance he felt..damnit he told you to be more careful..no matter what though he couldn’t stay too mad. So with a concentrated gaze, he’d carefully tend to your wounds- making Doctor Sun quite pissed when he finally reached the agency.

Old Longfellow:

"Told ya so....seriously though, you've got to be more careful cap'n. Now, bottoms up."

Had you done anything else he might’ve felt a little bad for laughing as hard as he did. He told you to be careful, you swinging that hammer around so carelessly. Just like he expected, you may have gotten a little too overzealous when you nailed down the board’s frame together, not moving your thumb out of the way before BAM!

With a pouty scoff you’d admit that yes, he was right, and after a smug smirk he’d pour you a nice stiff drink to full the pain.

Piper:

"Oh damnit, you uh..you're looking a little weird there. Hey, why don't we just sit down hm?"

If anyone would’ve gotten word of it, they would’ve thought it was hilarious. “The big, bad, fearsome sole survivor! Faints from stubbing their toe.” That would be one hell of an article, people around the commonwealth would eat it up. She wouldn’t dare do that to you though..no matter how silly it was. I mean, she’s seen you get shot and not break so much as a sweat but....you literally crumpled when you stubbed your baby toe?

After she got over the shameful laughter she tried desperately to keep in, she’d scramble to go pick you back up-leaving you to wonder why and how you ended up in piper’s bed back at the “publick occurrence”.

Preston:

"General, I mean, (y/n)..is there anything I can do for you? Name it and I'll do it."

He knew something was terrible wrong when you can stumbling back to the castle, your right arm clutching the left with a terrible pained expression on your face. After further investigation and your sheepish confession of just what had happened..he felt god awful.

If only he had been there to help you.

Nonetheless he’d make up for it now. His first mode of action was to personally escort you to get you looked at, after that he’d be there at your every beck and call.

Sturges:

"This is sorta what I meant when I told you people weren't as easy to fix...heh, not funny. Don't worry, I'll make sure to take care of ya."

It was a miracle you were even able to make it back to Sanctuary..well, it was a miracle and Preston’s assistance to be exact. As much as it pissed you off, instead of such a grave injury being because of some grand battle, you stupid power armor malfunctioned. One minute you were walking around, testing out the new modifications you made to the leg structures until next thing you know, your left leg’s frame failed and seized up. Usually such a thing wouldn’t have been a problem but, you were still walking when it did

With a sickening *snap* you felt such great pain that the ground beneath you began to sway, suddenly finding yourself unable to move without screaming.

Just as you felt you were going to lose all consciousness, Preston himself pried you from your armor and carried you back home where you were immediately posted up with a certain someone at your side.

Sturges, oh sweet, sweet Sturges.

Despite what many would assume, he’s pretty damn good at catering to you. Even if you practically shooed him away at times, he’d be right there to do his best to help you rewrap your bandages and lighten the mood some. Heck, he’ll even find someway to fix you up some crutches and a wheelchair for easier transportation.

X6-88:

"Just relax ma'am/sir, I'll be certain to have you properly tended to shortly."

In the wasteland it was painfully common to end up being shot. Matter of fact, it’s somewhat of a “christening” of the commonwealth. Well maybe not, either way it was just a way of life at this point.

So it wasn’t exactly shock inducing whenever X6 saw your bleeding shoulder, however he was still damn concerned. As such, he ever so calmly removed your jacket while you weren’t paying attention- receiving a startled gasp in return..as well as a pained grimace that made him flinch. With a sigh he’d shake his head, reassuring you before looking up and requesting teleportation back to the institue where he’d personally escort you to the nearest medical personnel.

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #sturges #elder maxson #cait #piper wright #gage #poter gage #curie #old longfellow #preston #x688 #hancock #deacon #macready #nick valentine

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asavt · 3 years

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Cookie Run!Promare AU (2) - Bubbling Up

By Notebook

In the heart of Metropolis, where glitz and glamour reign supreme, one can find an especially exquisite restaurant. Known for its soothing music, dreamy aromas, delicious cuisine, and exceptional drinks.

Thanks to a plethora of celebrities coming to the restaurant for its foods and drinks, it quickly became the most popular restaurant in the city, often filling to the brim before lunch.

Due to the extreme popularity of the restaurant, many employees are forced to work overtime to accommodate the large number of customers. Oftentimes, working up to 10 hours or more every day to keep the restaurant functioning smoothly.

Despite the restaurant’s high status and sophisticated vibes, rude customers still come aplenty. Usually piling on the mountains of stress the employees already have from working 8+ hours with no rest.

And sadly, tonight is no different.

“Excuse, me! Where is my Tiki Spritz? I ordered it an hour ago!”

“I’m so sorry, ma'am. I’ll get right over to you soon.”

“You added too much ice to my drink! Do it over!”

“I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll make you a new drink.”

“I asked for a hibiscus tea, not a Shirley Temple.“

"I’m so sorry. I’ll bring your tea right away.”

Sparkling dashed towards the women in shining jewelry, carrying a finished tea in hand. He laid the drink in front of the woman and dashed towards another customer.

In the 8 hours Sparkling has worked at the “Fountain”, he has been scolded, yelled, and even spitted at by rude customers, not realizing that they were not the only customers at the restaurant or that their server had only had two arms.

In addition to having to cater to a bunch of rude customers-

“Sparking! We need help.”

Sparkling is also on serving duty, due to many waiters and waitresses quitting a few days prior.

Asking Bergamot to cover for him, Sparkling rushed into the busy kitchen. Not a moment later, the tired server comes out of the kitchen carrying several large dishes.

Going back and forth from the kitchen to the drink station stressed the server like no tomorrow, as Sparkling served the 12th Catawba Flip to a screaming customer wearing a fancy suit.

Just as Sparkling finished the 20th hibiscus tea, he felt a large pressure on his stomach and eyes. Like if something was about to come out.

Figuring he was merely getting sick from working at the “Fountain” for so long, Sparkling drank some water and went back to work.

Two hours later and the pressure hasn’t waned one bit. It was in fact growing and it was starting to get painful.

Not wanting to puke in front of the customers, Sparkling went towards the bathroom to catch his breath for a bit.

Before the tired server could go into the bathroom, his boss grabbed his forearm and pulled him away from the bathroom.

“Hey, Sparkling.” His boss said with a slight grin on his face. “Do you mind working at least 3 more hours at the drink station? The people love your drinks and there is a large queue just for you."

"What?!”

“Great! Bergamot shift is almost done, so get ready.” Chirped the boss as he turned away from Sparkling and walked away.

Just before Sparkling could walk towards the boss and quit at the spot, the pressure building inside Sparkling finally burst.

Before Mr. Cashews and the others could even react, a large amount of mana slammed against them. They toppled over from the mana and a loud boom echoed across the city. The “Fountain” having been nearly blown up by the newly manifested Mage.

A few minutes later everyone, save for Sparkling, was evacuated from the now ruined restaurant as the Royal Regiment closed in on Sparkling. Who’s eyes and mouth still spew mana.

“No….no…nono. I’m not a Mage! I can’t be! Help me, Please! I don’t want to be a Mage!"

Ignoring the pleas of the newly formed Mage, the members of the Regiment shot at the former employee. Soon, from where the Regiment shot Sparkling, ice-like structures, clear as glass, formed around the ankles and wrist of the new Mage.

Sparkling toppled over as the mana finally calmed down. The poor man tried to fight off the members of the Regiment, with all his might, as they lifted him from the ground.

Sparkling somberly accepted defeat as they hoisted him into the black van and shut the doors.

The blacks can and a plethora of cars drove away, as the news crew interviewed the workers and customers on the event that transpired.

"I had no idea he had the mutation. If I hadn’t known. I would have never hired him.”

“Ewww. I can’t believe I drank a drink made from a Mage. It’s so disgusting.”

“……….I didn’t know, he was a Mage…..I didn’t know.”

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Near the edge of the city, where almost no one dares travel to, two silhouettes stand against the darkness of the empty building they resided in.

One had several cards floating around them, while the other produced small sparks of electricity between their fingers.

The two stood silently as their boss beamed information about their next target from an earpiece.

A research facility that said to house several samples of Mages they had taken in to “treat” for their mutation.

The boss explained that they will be joining them on this mission and advised them to get ready when he arrives in a few days. The call ended as one of the top generals smiled ear to ear.

“Hey. Didn’t the boss save you from that particular research facility?"

"Yes, he did.”

Their comrade answered with their fist balled in anger.

“And I can’t wait to rip it to pieces.”

The other general merely looked at them for a bit before the two headed towards the exit of the building.

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OH BOI

I… I was left wordless again, I really like your writting dude, don’t stop begin awesome. I already finished one of the designs of this thing, and I’m working on Madeleine now (I will post these two designs together, but untils then I’m doing another doodles.

You just got us in kind of a cliffhanger, again, how dare you?? XD Oh boy this calmed down my trembling from trying to get trough Golden Wasteland in sky (and failing miserably)

#submission #fanterature #cookie run!promare AU #cookie run #sparkling cookie #cinnamon cookie #lemon cookie

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drethanramslay · 4 years

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Late nights, Date nights

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word count: 4.1 K words

Warning: There is fluff and humour in the beginning and smut towards the end. If you are not comfortable reading it, I have distinguished is with asterisks (*)

Taglist: @miyakokurono @trappedinfandoms @openheart12 @sekizincimektup @junggoku @ethandaddyramsey @edith-eggs1 @ethanramseysgirl (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list 😊)

Songs: Eyes off you by Prettymuch and Unbelievable by Why Don't We

Forgive me if there are any mistakes.

Ethan was pacing around in his office, marching so hard, that it left tracks in the carpet of his office.

C'mon Ethan, Leah is your fucking girlfriend. You can eat her out but, can't ask her out on a simple fucking date??!!

It was their six month anniversary, after months and months of pining over each other. When he thought about it now, he wondered why was he so against the concept? He thought that he was doing the right thing by not giving in, but in the end, he just ended up hurting himself and his Leah.

Leah... His sunshine.

The concept of nicknames never really appeased him. It was such a ‘teenager’ thing to do. When he was with Harper, the word 'babe' made him cringe so hard that it made him want to throw himself off the railing of the mezzanine floor of the hospital.

But with Leah, it was different. She breathed back life into the parts of his soul, which he thought were long dead. She constantly challenged him, pushed him to be a better doctor, a better friend and a better partner. She brought light, to the valleys of abyss and grief. Just like nothing can escape light, Ethan could not escape Leah's affection.

And he didn't want to run anymore..

He had never felt these intense emotions in a very long time. His mother leaving him at a tender age of eleven, made him grow up way to soon. It fucked him up. It made him close up and build walls to protect his heart from such earth shattering pain. It made him distant and cold.

But now he laughed more. Smiled more. And he knew that Leah was the one who saved him.

His salvation. His saving grace. His sunshine.

He decided enough was enough. He spoke to HR and Naveen and they gave them the green light. Leah had already made a great reputation in the hospital for her work ethic, her passion and her compassion. So why waste anymore time?

Ethan was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice Leah come in. "Woah woah Ethan. Are you trying to wear the carpet thin? You just got this office?!" Ethan looked up and saw Leah leaning against the door, with a smile. She was wearing a green blouse with a black pencil skirt. Ethan approved mentally.

"Hey sunshine."

"Hey yourself." She said as she closed the door and stepped into Ethan's embrace. He buried his face into her hair, and inhaled the lavender scent, which immediately soothed him. To him, she smelled like spring. She was perfect.

God, could you be any more sappier Ethan? Be a man.

But he knew, that if Leah even looked his way, he would be down on his knees.

"How was your day?" Ethan asked as he kissed her crown.

"It was so productive. I saved a nine year old girl today. Seeing her parents happy... It was beautiful."

"Well, I never doubted you once." He said with a tender smile, cupping her cheeks. "Also, do you have plans for tonight?"

"Yeahhhh, today is just an ordinary day, with no anniversary whatsoever. I was planning on going home and binging on greys-"

"Sunshine, don't talk shit."

"Hey, but you still love me."

"That I do... Anyways I have made a reservation in 'Osteria' tonight to celebrate our anniversary."

"E, you know that I wouldn't mind staying in bed and drinking cheap wine right?"

"I know, but I want to spoil my baby!! Be ready, I will pick you up by seven."

"I will be ready."

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Ethan rolled up to Leah's penthouse and send her a message. He had donned his black tux but had skipped the tie. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his crisp white shirt. He was going to call her again, when he heard a tap on the window. He looked up and the phone almost fell out of his hands.

Leah stood in front of him, wearing a black evening gown. It was an off shoulder, which showed her collarbones. She was also wearing the ruby stone necklace, her birthstone, which Ethan had gifted her on her birthday. Her jet black hair had been tied up to a messy side bun, a few rebellious strands blowing in the night wind. He steeped out to open the door for her when he almost tripped at the sight.

The dress had a slit which almost went up to her thighs, putting those glorious bronze legs on display.

God, she was gonna be the death of me.

"Wow. You look gorgeous Dr. Garcia."

She blushed red. "You don't look so bad yourself Dr. Ramsey." He pecked her on her lips.

"Shall we?" He opened the door for Leah, like a true gentleman.

"Yes, we shall." Leah giggled and stepped in. Ethan walked around and sat in the driver's seat, and they pulled out of the curb.

The entire ride was filled with jokes, heated gazes and silent promises. Ethan had placed his hand on her bare thigh, slowly caressing it. Leah knew that it was risky to wear such a gown, but she took the chance anyway. And now here she was, slowly going crazy with Ethan's hand on her thigh.

She wanted to devour him. He looked delectable and so very handsome in a tux. The open buttons, gave her a peak of his collarbones and she literally salivated. Collarbones have always been her weakness.

Soon, they showed up at the restaurant. After handing of the keys to the valet, and borderline threatening him that if there was even one scratch, he would have a nice chat with the manager, they headed towards the restaurant.

"God Ethan, you are such a Karen." Leah giggled.

"I maybe old, but I got that reference!! And no, I am not. I am particular."

"Whatever floats your boat babe." She linked her hands in his and they headed towards the hostess.

"Welcome sir and ma'am. Do you have a reservation?" The hostess asked.

"Yeah... Please check under the name Ramsey."

The hostess checked the log book for a long time. Ethan started sweating. What was taking her so long?

"I am afraid but, there is no reservation under that name sir." The hostess replied timidly, after Ethan's cool eyes landed on her.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Hundred percent sir."

"But it does not make sense...I called two months before to get a reservation... Do you have any empty tables?" Ethan said, pinched the bridge of his nose, slowly getting frustrated.

"Sorry sir but... All the tables are occupied."

Goddammit Ethan!! You had one fucking job.

He led Leah back to the valet and ran a hand through his hair. "I am so sorry sunshine. I just wanted this evening to go perfect and I had to go fu-"

Leah put a finger on his lips. "No. You haven't fucked anything up. It's the gestures that counts. Also, the night is young."

"But you heard the hostess-"

"Well, I have some ideas on how we can spend our anniversary." Ethan just gave her a quizzical look. She took the car keys from the valet and turned towards Ethan and winked. "Get in the car Ramsey. Get ready for the best night of your life."

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"So your 'best night' includes shopping at Target??" Ethan asked amusement sparkling in his ocean blue eyes.

"Shut up. Where we are going, we need a little more casual clothing."

"But I like your gown. It helps me slip my hand-"

"Shh Ethan!! We are in public. Keep it PG 13 for now." Leah said, as she blushed red. Ethan just laughed, enjoying teasing her.

Leah proceeded to pay for the clothes and pushed Ethan into the changing room with his set of clothes. Ethan simply obliged because by the look of the determined glint in her eyes, he didn't want to be trampled by a woman on a mission.

The dark jeans fit him perfectly and the grey V-neck fit him snugly. He was wearing his slip ons when Leah came out of the dressing room, smoothening her outfit.

She was wearing a black tank top which she tucked into a baby pink skater skirt. On top of the tank top, she had slipped on a denim jacket. "How do I look babe?" She asked as she observed herself in the mirror.

"You know that even if you wore a potato sack, you would still be the prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on, right?" Ethan said earnestly.

She gave a soft smile and kissed his bearded cheek. She plopped down next to him and slipped on her white converse hightops.

"Seriously sunshine? Converse again? You literally have so many at home."

"Well I don't have this style. And you know what they say, 'once a converse girls, always a converse girl'." She said as she brushed him off.

"Sunshine.... literally no one says that."

"It's all in the details, E. C'mon let's go."

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After a half an hour drive, Leah pulled into the make shift parking lot near the docks. They got out and Ethan let out an appreciative whistle. "Wow."

Leah had brought them to the annual fair, where there were tonnes of food stalls and gaming places. The entire place had been decorated with LED lights that were illuminating the Boston night sky. The Ferris wheel stood tall and proud, moving at a gentle pace. The place was littered with a number of game stalls like 'shoot the bottle' and 'ring toss' where people competed to get a prize. Fairy lights hung from the trees around there and a number of people were sitting under them, laughing, eating and drinking cheap beer.

On the other end there were a number of food stalls open, which were being catered by the numerous food joints in the city. The crowd near the ice cream vendors and the cotton candy vendors were unreal.

"Oh. My. God. Ethan they have go karting as well!!" Leah exclaimed grabbing Ethan's arm and pointing towards the make shift track. The karts had designs in various neon colors and the entire track had been painted with glow in the dark paint.

Leah continued to point at the different places and stalls, talking excitedly, but Ethan's eyes stayed glued to Leah's face with a small smile. The child like wonder in her brown eyes made Ethan melt. Her voluminous dark hair blew with the wind, caressing Ethan's face. The way the neon lights reflected on her caramel skin, the way there was an pearly smile on her face and the way she clutched Ethan's arm made his heart do somersaults.

"Are you even paying attention?" Leah asked, breaking Ethan from his reverie.

"Sorry, I didn't get the last part. Was blow away by how beautiful the view is."

Leah rolled her eyes and smacked Ethan's arm. But there was a small smile on her face.

"Let's go to the go karting place."

"Oh yes. Can't wait to see you behind in the dust." Ethan said with a teasing smile.

"Oh honey. I can't wait to see your face after I defeat you. If you think I am going to go easy on you just because I love you, you are very very wrong." Leah said with a coy smile.

"Oh you are so on. Winner can ask the loser anything and buys snacks."

"Let's do this." Leah said as she cracked her knuckles.

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"So...what do I ask you?" Leah questioned herself, with her fingers tapping against her chin. She had won hands down. She got a tacky medal which she decided to wear for the rest of the evening. She just continued to wear a smug smile on her face, so that she could annoy Ethan.

"Please, just get it over with." Ethan groaned as he munched on the caramel popcorn.

"Hmmm.... Which is your favourite place to kiss me?"

"Hmmm..that's a tough question.. see, my favourite place is your pussy but I think your neck would be my favourite place to kiss." Ethan mused.

"Why?" Leah asked as she took a bite of bite of the cotton candy, letting it dissolve on her tongue.

"There are three reasons- One, the moment I kiss your neck, you have that wanton and 'fuck me' expression which drives me crazy. Secondly, the moans you let out are....oh Lord. Just thinking about them gives me a bad case of blue balls. And lastly, you become so wet and ready for me... It makes the experience much more memorable." He said nonchalantly as he continued to munch on the popcorn, seeing Leah's reaction from the corner of his eyes.

Leah was blushing wildly. Ethan may come across as a gentleman but his dirty talk made her knees weak like jello. He could speak things that would make a priest blush. "That's not true." Leah weakly objected as she stuffed her face with cotton candy.

"Oh really? So if I do this.." Ethan reached to place a hot, wet kiss on the spot below her ear. Leah's mouth opened slightly at the intense feeling. Her body flushed wildly. Her toes curled as Ethan continued to lick and suck. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter when his teeth sank into the tender spot on her neck. After what seemed like eternity, he pecked it and moved back to admire his handiwork. "....it won't do anything?" He asked in a husky voice.

Leah didn't dare to look at him because she knew that if she would, her face would betray everything. Also she didn't want to see the shit eating grin on his face.

"Shut up." Leah grumbled as she tore and ate her cotton candy more aggressively.

"But I didn't say anything!"

"I know what you are thinking so shush."

Ethan laughed a deep laugh, his dimples on display as he wrapped his hand around her waist. "It's okay sunshine. You can tie me up and have your way later." He said as he kissed her crown.

"Oh look, there is a shooting booth." Leah said, changing the topic before her mind could go into full fantasy mood of Ethan being below her, moaning her name as she rode him six ways to Sunday.

They reached the stall which was decorated in a western country style. "Howdy! Wanna shoot somethings?"

"I'm a healer but.." Leah picked up the shotgun and loaded it while Ethan rolled his eyes. He will never understand her obsession with anime.

"Shoot all the balloons on that board and then you can choose what prize you want." The guy with the handlebar moustache said.

With quick precision, she shot all the balloons in a matter of seconds. She then twirled the gun around her finger and blew the smoke away. "And that's, how you do it in the wild wild west." She said in a smoldering voice.

Ethan and the gamekeeper had their jaws on the floor.

Could she get any more attractive? Ethan asked himself.

"Damn girl.." the old guy with the funny moustache spoke.

Leah gave out a short laugh. "If you don't mind, can I get those rose tinted glasses?" She pointed to a pair of cat eye sunglasses.

"Sure girlie."

After wearing them she grabbed Ethan and walked hand in hand towards the next booth. "Sunshine, what is the point of these glasses if they can't even cover your eyes?"

"These are stylish and I can wear them when I am going out."

"I don't think I can ever understand your sense of fashion."

"Uh duh!! You guys can't even distinguish between 'peacock blue' and 'turquoise' colour."

"Is there even a difference between them?" Ethan asked incredulously.

"A fine example right here."

Ethan lightly shoved her but Leah just held onto their intertwined fingers. She pulled him to her, went on the tip of her toes and kissed him. Ethan cupped her cheek and kissed her slowly and tenderly. The sounds of people talking, the mainstream pop music playing through speakers, everything disappeared as they kissed each other under the neon lights.

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"Oh god...I am so full!" Leah groaned she leaned back on her hands. They were sitting under a secluded tree, with golden fairy lights hanging off them.

"Sunshine, I think you will have to roll me out of here." Ethan groaned as his hands caressed her bare thighs, which she had thrown over his lap. He picked up their popsicle sticks, and threw them in a perfect arc, into the nearby dustbin.

"I can't roll out a 6 feet something skyscraper on my own. I would die."

"Sucks to be short." Ethan stuck his tongue out.

"Hey your tongue is blue!!" Leah exclaimed.

"And your is red from the strawberry flavour." He observed.

"Wanna make purple?" Leah asked slyly, waggling her eyebrows.

Ethan guffawed at the expression and soon she also joined in his laughter. She clutched her stomach. "Oww....shouldn't try to laugh too much. Gosh, I shouldn't have taken that second helping of Quesadillas."

"C'mon let's take you home." Ethan stood up and grabbed Leah's hand so that he could pull her up to stand. She dusted her skirt and then intertwined their fingers. She leaned against him, as they headed towards the exit.

"Sunshine?"

"Hmm?"

"I had a lot of fun today. Thank you."

"You can thank me in different ways later." Leah said, as her brown eyes darked with desire.

Ethan just smirked and squeezed her to his side.

"That's a promise baby."

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The moment they entered Ethan's penthouse, Ethan pressed Leah against the door. Leah's let out a sharp breath and she looked up at the stormy blue eyes. She could see the desire and the lust swimming in those blues of his and she could also feel the desire in her, ignite like a slow fire.

Ethan cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a heated kiss. She went on her tiptoes to meet him half way. With their lips locked in a passionate embrace, she still felt that he was too far away. So, she hooked her fingers on the belt loops and tugged him closer to her.

Getting the memo, he moved closer until they was no space between them except their clothes. Ethan reached to take her jacket off, which he threw across the room. The need to get her naked, writhing and moaning under him, was becoming overwhelming.

She took out Ethan's shirt and moaned when she felt his warm skin on hers. She wrapped her arm around his neck while she laid her other hand on his bare chest. Her dainty fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They caressed his chest, his back, his abs and were about to go lower, to his happy trail when he growled and caught them.

He grabbed her thighs and lifted her so that her legs were around his waist. He took her hands and pinned them against the door. The kiss was a fight for dominance, where nobody seemed to be a clear winner. Leah slipped her tongue into his mouth and he groaned appreciatively.

He tastes like ambrosia, sweet nectar and all the good things in life. Leah knew that she could never ever get over the way he tasted.

Ethan lifted her with ease and led her to the first surface he found, the dining table. He moved his hands under her tank top and groaned when he found out she wasn't wearing a bra.

"God Leah, you know how much control it takes to be around you? That when you pull such stunts on me, I just want to bend you over and fuck you on the first surface I find?"

"So what's stopping you?" Leah asked. She pulled him in for another searing kiss.

"After I am done with you...you won't be able to walk for a week." He spoke in a husky voice, filled with need. He took of her tank top and growled appreciatively at the sight of her breasts.

Leah smiled coyly. "Don't make promises you can't keep Ramsey." Ethan just narrowed his eyes and kissed her with so much force, that it made her gasp. His hands reached for her ass and squeezed it.

He then descended on her neck kissing and licking the small droplets of sweat accumulated on her neck. He slowly grinding against her heat, making her aware of how badly he needed her. His hands went from her ass to her breasts. He massaged it before pinching the nipples. Leah yelped. Ethan did not once show her mercy, as he stimulated each sensitive spot on her body. Leah felt as if her nerves were on fire.

He slowly made his way down south, leaving fiery hot kisses on her body. Not having any patience left, he just lifted her skirt up and quickly slid her panties out. Seeing her exposed pussy just made his jeans tighter around his growing erection. He blew air on her wet cunt, leaving goosebumps on their wake. "What are you doing?" Leah asked breathlessly. She was finding it hard to keep her eyes open due to the desire coursing through her veins.

"What we do on a table Sunshine.... Eat." His dark blue eyes met her brown ones and he licked her dripping slit, slowly. Leah thought she was going to loose it at that very instant.

He gripped her thighs and threw them over his broad shoulders and proceeded to eat her out, properly . He swirled his tongue on the sensitive bud of nerves and then went on to stick his tongue into her wet pussy.

He let out a moan, which resonated deep in her core.

He never once slowed his pace. He continued to lap up all the moisture. He alternated between her clit and her cunt. As he pushed his fingers in her, and fucked her, Leah climbed higher and higher. Her stomach started to tighten, with the need to release.

"Oh god...I am gonna come..."

Ethan stopped his hand movements and rose to his full height. Leah's eyes snapped open and she glared at him.

"Fuck you Ethan!! Who the hell gave you the fucking righ- ohhhh."

He shoved his dick slowly into her, enjoying the way her walls clenched around him. They fit each other perfectly. Like two jigsaw puzzles. You couldn't differentiate, where he ended and where she started.

This..this was heaven.

He slowly moved, in and out. But Leah wasn't having it.

"Ethan, I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure you can handle it sunshine?"

"I ain't no weak bit-" Leah couldn't complete her sentence because at that moment he snapped his hips and started fuking her. He held her hips with one hand for leverage and his other hand gently squeezed her throat, feeling her rapid pulse under his hand.

He did not let go of the punishing rhythm he had set. He moved his hips in such a way that he hit her on that spot which made Leah see stars. It was quite a view for Ethan. The moonlight streaming through the glass facade and illuminating her sheen skin. Her eyes half closed, her breasts moving with every stroke and her legs wound around his hips.

"Please, please, please let me come." Leah choked.

Ethan also felt a tingle in his lower back and his abs constructing. He was close too. His strokes became faster and shorter.

"Okay sunshine. Come."

Just that one word and Leah obeyed. She felt a burst of pleasure rush through her body, setting every part of her alight. She saw fireworks behind her eyelids. She hadn't even come down when, Ethan's release caused her to have another mini orgasm.

It was too much. Way too much. Aftershocks racked her body and tears streamed down her face as she soared through cloud nine.

Without pulling himself out, he gathered Leah in his arms and took her to the bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed and pulled out and headed to the bathroom to get a washcloth. Leah winced and felt empty like a crater.

Ooooh boy, gonna feel that tomorrow.

Her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath and get her head straight. Ethan slowly wiped her neck, her stomach and her sore centre, instantly cooling her body down. He threw the washcloth into the laundry basket and slid into his bed. He wrapped his strong arms around Leah and pulled her close to him. He bent down to kiss her lips tenderly.

"I love you sunshine."

"Happy six months, babe. I love you." She gave a tired smile and they both slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Wow that was the longest I have written. *wipes brow*

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waywardaardvark79 · 5 years

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Check Yes or No Part 6: What do I Owe Ya?

Summary: You've been best friends with Dean Winchester since childhood. When you finally realize what's been in front of you this entire time will secrets threaten to destroy what you have before it really even begins.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: language, smut

Dean looked over at the alarm clock, 5:47 AM, and eased himself from bed as quietly as possible. He padded into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, then sat at the table and pinched the bridge of his nose, "What the fuck do I do?" He thought to himself that maybe he should just tell you, get everything out in the open.

You would surely know what to do. He sat and imagined how that conversation would go, and quickly decided against it. He couldn't lose you after it had taken him this long to finally get you. He still had time, right? He needed to clear his mind. He grabbed the notepad off the counter, quickly scribbled you a note, and walked back into your bedroom to gather his clothes. He laid the note on your nightstand, and then quietly walked out of the room.

You slowly blinked open your eyes and tried to focus on the clock next to the bed, 10:33 AM. It didn't register to you at that moment that Dean's side of the bed was empty. You slowly sat up and stretched your arms above your head. "Dean." you called out. No answer. You finally noticed the note on the nightstand, and grabbed it.

A wicked thought crossed your mind, and you hopped up to go jump in the shower. You stood in front of your closet and pulled out the simple white sundress. You put on a little make up and curled your hair. You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time, grabbed your keys, and headed out the door.

You pulled up in front of the scrap yard, and shut off the engine. You looked into your rearview mirror as you applied a little lipstick. Satisfied with how you looked you got out and headed towards the large chain-link fence.

You pushed open the door, and closed it behind you. You figured since he was working on his car that he would be in the big shop in the back of the yard. The closer you got you could hear the music blaring from the open garage style doors. You leaned against the frame and simply watched for a moment.

Dean was bent over the hood of the car, hands busy with whatever part he was working on. He had shed his flannel and was just in a white t-shirt and jeans. It was a beautiful view.

You sauntered over and leaned against the driver's side door. You watched as Dean's eyes raked over your body, and you took a few steps towards him. "So what do I owe you?" you asked.

Dean looked at you for a moment, confusion settling across his face, "What?" he asked.

"You know, for fixing my car." you said as you patted the top of the car.

The corner of Dean's mouth quirked up, as he lowered the hood, "Well, ma'am, it was a pretty big job. I'll have to charge you for the parts, and for the labor." he said.

You closed the gap between the two of you, "Hmmm, you see, sir, that might be a problem. I seemed to have left my purse. Perhaps there is some other way I can pay you?" you suggested.

Dean smirked, pulled a rag from his back pocket and began wiping his hands, "I'm sure we could, uh, come up with some sort of arrangement." he said. You ran one finger down his chest and stopped at the top of his jeans. "Ma'am, it would be a shame if that pretty dress you're wearin' got dirty." he said.

You took a step back, grasped the bottom of your dress, which ended right above your knees, and slowly pulled it over your head. You tossed it on the hood of the car as you took a step closer to Dean.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and then slowly trailed them down his chest before falling to your knees. You braced your hands on his thighs, and looked up at him. He was staring down at you, eyes dark with lust. You slowly ran your hands up his thighs, and came to a stop at the button of his jeans.

You watched as his tongue darted out and ran across his plump lower lip before lightly biting down on it. You unbuttoned his jeans and slowly inched the zipper down before tugging them down to rest around his thighs. You could see the outline of his cock straining against his boxer briefs. You looked up at him through your lashes and slowly leaned forward and began to place sloppy kisses against him through the thin material.

You hooked your fingers in the top of his briefs and slowly pulled them down. You placed your hand around the base of his cock and guided him towards your mouth, only taking in the tip and slowly swirling your tongue around it.

Dean sucked in a breath as you ran your tongue down his shaft and over his balls before sucking one into your mouth. "Fuuuuuck." You raised your hand to your mouth, spit into your palm, and placed it back around the base of his cock.

You started out with a slow up and down motion, adding a slight twist of your hand, before taking the tip back into your mouth. You slowly slid down his shaft, taking as much of him in as you could, before hollowing your cheeks and sucking back to his tip.

You continued to bob up and down on him, Dean's moans growing louder by the second. He had his fists clenched at his side. You took his hands in yours, not caring about the grease, and placed them on your head.

He quickly tangled his fingers in your hair, as you stilled your movement, allowing him to fuck into your mouth at his own pace. You opened your throat, trying your best not to gag, but the noises you made just seemed to spur him on. "Fuck baby, you take my cock so good." he said.

You moaned around him, the vibration from your mouth pulling a similar sound from him. "Fuck Y/N, I'm....gonnna..." he choked out quickening his pace. He started to pull away, but you placed your hands on his ass and pulled him deeper into your mouth.

You gagged around him as his hips stuttered and soon felt ropes of his hot cum shooting down the back of your throat. His hands loosened their grip on your hair as he slowly pulled himself from your mouth.

You rose to your feet, ran your thumb along your bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth and releasing it with a wet pop. "So, does that cover it? you asked.

For a moment Dean had forgot what you were talking about, too busy basking in the after glow. He quickly cleared his throat as he tucked himself back into his jeans, "That should do it, ma'am. " he said.

You grabbed your dress from the hood, pulled it back on, and kissed him on the cheek, "See ya when you get home." you said, before turning to walk out, not giving him the chance to reply.

Dean walked into your apartment around four that afternoon. "Babe." he called out.

"Back here!" you yelled.

The moment you left the shop earlier he decided that he was going to tell you everything that was going on. You deserved to know, and he absolutely hated lying to you. He went over everything he wanted to say all afternoon, and mentally prepared himself for every possible outcome. He found himself slowing down as he got to your door.

"Everything ok?" you called out.

He stopped in his tracks, his palms breaking out in a sweat. "No, I'm about to fuck everything up, and you are gonna hate me." he thought to himself.

He poked his head into your bedroom door to see you sitting on the bed wearing one of his old t-shirts, completely wrapped up in the show were watching. "Yeah, just needed to talk to you real quick." he said.

He watched as you patted the spot next to you on the bed, "Did something happen? No good usually comes from the hey I got to talk to you conversations." you said.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, and started to speak but nothing came out. You looked up at Dean. He was sweating, and the color seemed to have drained from his face. "Hey, you feeling ok? You look kind of sick." you said.

He forced himself to take a few more steps, and sit down on the edge of your bed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Guess I just didn't enough sleep last night." he said.

You nodded, "So.....what's up?" you asked.

He sat for a moment staring at you, unable to form words. He quickly tried to memorize everything about your face. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't force the words out.

"Oh, I uh, talked to Mom and Dad this afternoon. They stopped by the shop. They are having a party for their anniversary in a month, and they were wondering if you could cater it." He turned to face you, "I know you don't usually do that, but it's still a month away, so you have plenty of time to plan. I mean, it's going to be a pretty small thing I think, mostly just friends and family." He quickly rambled all of that out, and suddenly felt guilty at just how easy it was for him to lie to you.

He wondered to himself when that had happened. He used to tell you everything, but now he felt like every time he talked to you he was feeding you another lie. He tried telling himself that he would do it when the time was right, but how could the timing be right for something like this?

"Sure, I could do that." you said.

"Great. I know they will really appreciate it. I'll call them later and tell them that you will do it." he said.

He leaned back against your head board and thought for a moment. Now he had to convince his parents to have a party for their anniversary, and to let you cater it, all because he was too much of a damn coward to tell the truth. It seemed like every time he turned the corner he was digging himself into a deeper hole that he didn't know if he was going to be able to make it out of in one piece.

#supernatural #supernatural au #supernatural fic #supernatural reader insert #supernatural fanfiction #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #reader insert #dean #spn fic #spn #smut

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weenieleeny · 6 years

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From a young age,

I was taught to speak in short explanatory sentences. Everything was yes sir or no ma'am. I was taught my ideas and opinions didn't matter. I was made to cater to others, and disappear in the background if I was not of use.

I have long since battled the notion that I am easily misplaced and that I do deserve things. But I still find that once I talk, I talk too much. Once I trust, I trust to much. If I could I'd talk forever. The attribute I hate about my self the most.

Yet, every day I am reminded of the attributes I hate by the ones around me. "Get over it. Suck it up. Stop being so soft. Why do you talk so much? You're so annoying Lina."

It's the moments like these I wish I didnt exist. That I could squeeze my eyes shut and disappear or at least turn off the pain.

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erikanavaja · 6 years

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Update, December 2017. Year-end (part 2).

INWW was the big break I had, national workshop-wise.

I'd revert you to the April blog about when I received the big news. We were eighteen fellows. A batch from Manila, and the Visayas. I know no one from Mindanao, because they were mostly from Iligan.

Then, the Marawi siege started. Everybody I know who heard of me going to Iligan feared for me. I had prepared already my letter to the Director of the unit that I was leaving for professional and personal purposes (the workshop was in conflict with school commitments; I wanted to go so bad.) I didn't want this chance to slip by. So, I insisted. Even the organizers told us not to worry, because it was safe in Iligan. Here goes nothing.

The journey there was long, and a pain in the ears. I traveled by bus from Davao to Cagayan on May 28, 4:00 AM. Bukidnon was majestic from the bus window. I borrowed a travel pillow from a colleague that time, but I was not very keen on sleeping in transit, even when going to work or elsewhere via commute. My bag was a hand-carry. I know I should have bought a trolley, but it was so expensive. I also brought my green malong with me, and 3 sets of clothes. I had no formal outfit. The trip was a pain in the ears because of Bukidnon's changing altitude. My ears fully popped at Cagayan de Oro, probably before I'd gone to Bulua.

In Cagayan, I had to connect to the INWW staff who asked me what time I'll arrive at Iligan. I said, probably 2 PM onwards. It was an assurance that I'll come with no certainty of exact time. From the Super 5, I hailed a jeep going that should pass IIT.

IIT doesn't look big on the outside. The school was really strict in handling outsiders. I knew the hostel was inside the campus. So I told the security personnel I was expected to be inside the hostel, and will be staying for five days. They were rigorous, but yeah, I told them I'm an INWW fellow. I got in.

I got pretty anxious as I was walking from the gate and towards the Admin building. Do I have a roommate? Is she nice? Are the other people nice?

Turned out, as I checked in, I was the only one in the room. Room 6 was near the caretakers' kitchen and dining area on the ground floor. Outside, there was a clothesline. Good. I wanted to hang my towels in open air. Or my aircon exhaust. I was told that I should have had a roommate, but there were people who backed out, most of them from Luzon. Also, a panelist asked to stay upstairs. I was staying beside Ma'am Erlinda Alburo's room and Ma'am Christine Ortega's room. Oh, boy. Can't. Make. Noise. Is this the silent retreat I was looking for?

I got to meet the rest of the fellows upstairs, where we ate catered dinner. I met 10, so far. A friend said he knows Drei, because she's really from GenSan, but she is working in a firm in Cebu. She's also taking her MA English in USC. Along with her, was Niño and Hannah, both instructors and graduate students of USC. Then I met Loi, the first one from IIT, then Eric, from Silliman, then Kwesi, who just came, Reynel, a public school teacher at Leyte, the first to come, Alican, from nearby (I forget where he came from) and Kim, a graduate student of IIT. Panelists present were Vic Sugbo, and Ma'am Linda. The rest were Ma'am Christine's staff at OPI.

Next day, they introduced us to everyone. The last fellows who caught up was Doc Joti from Manila, the only one from Manila, Sir Delfin a Filipino professor at IIT, and Loi's previous teacher, and Mildred, who was second year BS BIO at IIT. (She's the same age as most senior high learners.) Our workshop was scheduled later this afternoon, in the Chancellor's conference room.

I was seated beside the immediate replacement of Rio Alma (who couldn't make it due to Martial Law), Sir Roland Tolentino, and Doc Joti. Mechanics: read the works beforehand, give preliminary comments, and then the writer can say something after "braising the work in the skillet."

And during the workshop, I was dubbed as either the first or second to comment on the works. I remembered how I was remembered at the 2010 Davao Writers Workshop. But unlike that workshop, I was more detached. The work I submitted was written 2009 or 2010, thus there was no personal attachment.

The story turned out to be a pre-write for a novel. There were a lot of material to dabble on. There were a lot more to add. I thank the panelists for their wisdom, and for not making it hard to accept. Level-headed Erika at it again. I wonder if it would be the same if I submitted poetry instead of this story. I would probably bawl my eyes out. Like some of us did.

Perhaps the reason why it was a downer because I felt I was the only one who didn't feel emotional while my work was being discussed. The rest were feeling disappointed or slightly apprehensive about their work. It was normal for any group to be like that after a stressful day.

We went out for drinks, but since it was Martial Law, Iligan implemented curfews. We would sneak in alcohol and drink outside the hostel, under security officers' watch. We were reminded to CLAYGO because it was protocol not to bring alcohol to school. Since it was a special circumstance, we were allowed to. But there were other nights that we'd go out of the campus, sneak into a bar and drink there. Yes. It's tradition, or practice, in workshops, that you drink alcohol. It was also Mildred's first time drinking alcohol, EVER. I was more of a friend than a teacher. I gunned the Empi shots to her. And she was a jolly one when drunk. Hi, Mildred. You are loved.

We couldn't go to the day-long trip that was planned on the fifth day (Darn it!), which was a trip to Maria Cristina Falls, and Macaraeg-Macapagal Ancestral House, because (Darn it!) of checkpoints, so we roamed around the sweltering heat of Iligan City. I was looking forward to buying sarong there, but there was none. I bought a purple malong with gold accents instead. Again, I wasn't excited that the Pantone Color of 2018 is Ultraviolet.

Paseo de Santiago had a terrific view of the bay that is shared by Iligan, Dipolog and neighboring towns. I also heard stories about Sendong and how Iligan was in ruins after the flood. It's nice to know everything has gone back to normal, but yeah, bummer, Martial law.

I don't think I was that affected by it, apart from the curfews. Sir Roland was even so against it, that we were almost unable to come into the hostel because it's past nine. We were still drinking beer. I refused to. I don't drink beer anymore, unless it's a Mule. We couldn't return the beer case right away, so we had it hid in his suite.

Leaving was the hardest part. We were in a cocoon. Our first impressions were all broken after one session at room 10. They thought I was maarte because Arreneyo. (They totally forgot I was a UP graduate?) But I wasn't as maarte as they thought. Thank you guys, the brave 13 are cherished.

The greatest lesson: to take courage to step into unknown territory. It is there that I would meet my thesis adviser for the first time (she was present in the opening). The workshop became an add-on to my resume. It may only be an entry, one week of braising works into the skillet, but I had fun with them. The experience was kindly given.

Thank you, 2017, for being a good one. Onwards to the next.

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originalmemorieshere · 7 years

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What Is Wrong With America

What is Wrong With America Being very serious here, I think I figured out what is wrong with America. This may be a bit long- so either grab your cup of coffee or drink of choice, sit down and read, or skip this completely if you don’t want to read what I think. I feel that the lack of respect, manners, and the personal touch is what is missing, America. We need to get back to the real basics. 1. Parents need to teach manners to and lead by example with their children. With that comes having kids learn they can’t have everything or always be the winner. 2. People should show common courtesy to one another even if we live in a world where we are worried about eye contact, stranger danger, and neighbors don’t even know each others’ names. 3. It is up to each of us to better ourselves. Handouts shouldn’t be a way of life. We should all have self respect and try to rise above our raising if it isn’t what we feel is the best we can be. 4. Companies should remember that it is the personal touch that brings in the customer and instills customer loyalty. Just these four small rules would make this country a lot better place to live. I am reading a book about gas stations and it started the thought process. I remember my daddy pulling in to get gas and a man in a company uniform came out, lifted the hood, checked oil, hoses, tire pressure, and filled our tank. There were even incentives and plastic dinosaurs as rewards for choosing a particular station. The driver was appreciated. Yes, the creation of customer loyalty through service was a product of the little touches each company brought to the table. When I go to the grocery store I see self service lines and regular lanes. As a kid and even young adult there was something special about going to the grocer. There were meat markets in most neighborhoods, but the grocery store had a real butcher who could talk to you about a cut of meat and make suggestions. There was gossip to be shared at the register, even in a big city like Houston. If you wanted to know what was happening with the local little league teams- here was your facebook. Fran was one of my favorite Checkers (as in “all Checkers to the front”) and she always asked about our family. I knew her from the time I was fifteen until I was in my thirties. S & H Green stamps, Bonus Stamps or something similar were given for customer loyalty for money spent. It was a given that when your groceries were bagged they would be taken to your vehicle and be loaded for you. You tipped the bag boy and he thanked you. Even the fast food service industry seemed to cater to the customer more in the past than it does now. One slogan was “Have it Your Way”. We are lucky now to get home and have our complete order. To ask for it to be made as we requested is almost too much to ask. You can get tacos, burgers, and breakfast all at the same place now. Where are the specialty items that made a place special? When I was a child I went to school and said the Lord’s Prayer- later it became a moment of silence for prayer or meditation. I also recited the Pledge of Allegiance each morning from the time I started Kindergarten. In Elementary school it was followed up with My Country Tis of Thee sung every single day. I asked some kids the other day and not a one of them from kindergarten through the eighth grade even knew the song. I run a Summer Camp and I have everyone recite the Pledge and I had a teenager on her first day not do it. I asked her why she didn’t and she said she didn’t feel like it. DIDN’T FEEL LIKE IT? When did that ever become an option? It really ruined my morning. Apparently, schools today do not require the Pledge- it is an OPTION if it is said at all. I wonder how many gas stations are out there that still give full service as a rule? Last I knew, New Jersey and Oregon still required gas to be pumped and I applaud it. I saw one in Boston and used it, surprised that the gas was only ten cents a gallon more. This helps keep/create jobs, makes businesses try harder to keep customers, and allows the customer to see what the personal touch does in bonding and building a relationship with a business. Go to the grocery store and see how many of those lanes are open when It comes time to check out. It doesn’t matter if it is self service, 12 items or less, or a regular lane, most won’t be open, anyway. The cashier usually seems bored, they can’t give change when given cash, and God forbid they have to do a price check because the scanner didn’t pick up the bar code. The personal touch is completely gone. There is seldom a real butcher at the store since so many chains now have frozen meat shipped in from warehouses. I have bagged or loaded my own groceries into my cart more often than not in the past few years. Common Courtesy. Have you walked up to a door and opened it, holding it a little longer for the next person who followed you? So many times the person or people do not say thank you or even acknowledge that the door was held for them. Try it, if you haven’t and see the result. I work with children on a daily basis and most of them answer with, “yeah” or “huh” as though that is acceptable. I am continually correcting them to say, “Yes, Yes, Ma'am,” and “Excuse me.” They do not use these words at home or school and do not hear them at home so it is hard for them to remember to use them around me. I will accept nothing less. I have had more than one parent tell me that they don’t have their children use ma'am or sir. I don’t know when that became popular or who it was that started that nonsense. I use ma'am and sir and have people tell me not to call them that because they are not old. WHAT? That is part of the problem with our country right there. But, our biggest problem is that people feel entitled to things. Children don’t believe they have to earn rewards or awards. When did that happen? Show up and play ball, nobody wins and everybody gets a trophy! No. There has to be a winner and a loser or these children will never understand how it feels to achieve at something. What does this teach our upcoming generations? I always strove to have the best grades, to be the best, do the best. What motivation is there now? The same sense of entitlement carries over into other areas of life. Our country is now into third and fourth generations of families receiving welfare. Where is the motivation or drive to do better and become self sufficient when things have been handed to you your whole life? When there is no self respect, other areas in a person’s life are also lacking. Okay, I have had my say and put in my two cents worth. Now that I have solved America’s problems, I can move on to my own.

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elliotthezubat · 7 years

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DEATH CITY DAYS GAIDEN 19; Madoka and Sayaka, Origin

MADOKA AND SAYAKA THE ORIGIN

-one year before Y1- sayaka: we're finally here! madoka: ._.; that's a big staircase... sayaka: welp, time's-a-wastin'! let's go! madoka: ^-^; -at the top of the stairs- sayaka: *face on the floor* I'm dead. madoka: *panting* a-at least we're here now... let's see.... *checks the map*the registration desk should be.....this way, I think. sayaka: mad cool. madoka: *walking along until she spots someone* um, e-excuse me? is this the right way to the registration desk? *The boy turns--revealing three white lines in his hair* Kid: "Hmm?" madoka: (white lines?) do you know where the registration desk is? Kid: "Yes. It is down the hall to the left--" *spots Sayaka* "..." sayaka: cool, thanks buddy! Kid: "I'm not your buddy, you asymmetrical mischief maker..." sayaka: o^o ?? nyeh? Kid: "Fix those hairclips--we do have dress codes at this school." sayaka: wait for reals? homura: -_-; don't mind him, he's a little bit....touchy. Kid: -^- "Hmph." sayaka: so I'm good then? homura: you're fine. come along. -they follow her- sayaka: by the way, how does he do that cool hair stripy thing? Sid: "Stripy thing?" sayaka: the white stripes in his hair. they're like, prefect stripes! mami: oh dear. Kid: *collapsed in a corner* sayaka: s-sir? madoka: are you alright? ._.;; mami: he'll be fine.....eventually. ^^; Kid: "I'm garbage. Asymmetrical garbage." homura: *pats his back* madoka: ._.; *she looks at sid* Sid: "Lord Death's son...is upset with asymmetry." sayaka: lord de-..... O___O;;;;; ohhhhh crap. Sid: "Yep. The Grim Reaper himself. Best stay on his nice side--" sayaka: *SWEATS* madoka: ^^; is this where we turn in our registration papers? mami: *she nods* Sid: "Granny will take care of it. You still have orientation to attend." madoka: r-right! here you go ma'am! *hands her the papers* sayaka: *getting up* Granny: "Thank you, sweeties." *files them* "And here's your name badge..." madoka: thank you, ma'am. sayaka: thanks. Sid: "And right this way to the orientation--" Kid: *still moping* homura: come on kid. -.-; -and so- sayaka: *in her seat, nervous* tsugumi: *looking around* aaron: ... Anya: *glancing out the window* madoka: there's a lot of new students here... sayaka: for sure. Meme: "...What's this for again?" madoka: class orientation for the DWMA classes. Meme: "Oh, right!" *smiles* "...What's DWMA?" student: death weapon meister academy. the school we're going to be attending. although in recent years, the academy has expanded its curriculum to quirk students, exorcists, and even magical girls. and that's barely scratching the surface. Meme: "...So magicians?" student 2: sure. ^^; Sid: "Listen up. We're going to go over your curriculum, directions to on-campus housing for students living in the dorms, and your class schedules." tsugumi: ._. (our teacher is a zombie?! death city is weird...) Sid: *stares at Tsugumi* tsugumi: 0-0;; I wasn't staring, sir! >~<; Sid: "..." Q_Q "When I was alive, I had feelings, too, you know?" tsugumi: s-sorry sir! sayaka: at least I'm not the only one nervous. ^^; kohaku: tch-, what a yutz. Sid: "Onto the next part of your lessons, we are adjusting curriculum. Usually we've been catering to meisters and weapons, so you can imagine how varied class options are now." madoka: *listening* Sid: "We have recruited instructors. Some are newer at this work than others, so this is a work in progress--" -the door opens and three students enter- *knock knock* Sid: "Oh, darn--I went over." *calls* "Come on in--it's open!" tsugumi:... !!! (it's that girl!) *Maka walks to the front of class* Maka: "...!!!" *smiles at Tsugumi* tsugumi: .///.; -soul and mami follow behind- Sid: "We will now have demonstrations. This will be particularly helpful for your weapons and meisters." *turns to the three* "Introduce yourselves." Maka: *nods* "Maka Albarn. Scythe Meister." soul:...soul eater, I'm the scythe. mami: and I'm Mami Tomoe. *smiles* Anya: *stares at Soul* ("Hang on...") soul:... ? Anya: "..." ("No, it couldn't be...") Meme: *claps* sayaka: *waves* 8D Sid: "Whenever you're ready..." Maka: "Soul..." *holds out her hand* soul: *transforms into scythe mode* mami: *magical girl mode on* Meme: "Oooooo..." Anya: "!!!" tsugumi: !!! madoka: wow. -one demonstration later- Sid: "That is all for today. Pick up your schedules and follow mentors who will direct dorm residents to their new rooms..." sayaka: THAT WAS SO COOL! Meme: "She was able to swing that scythe like *WHOOSH SLICE BLUR*!" sayaka: I know right! and then mami was all 'BANG BANG SPARKLY SPARKLY'! Anya: -_- "Such a vulgar description..." -some time later- madoka: *walking home* (it's getting late already...) ???: "Bullseye!" madoka: ??..... !!!!! *There are dead and severely injured birds* madoka: what are you doing! stop it!! *running to pick up one injured bird* Shiratori: "???" jerk 1: the hell is this kid doing out here? Shiratori: "Some high-and-mighty DW-dumb-A--you brats ain't shit." *aims his slingshot at her leg* madoka: !!! Shiratori: "Hee hee--" *aims and--* *PUNCHED* madoka: ah- Shiratori: *clutching his eye* "AH! What the hell?!" ???: "I thought I told you to cut this crap out!" Shiratori: *blinking...his eye is already swollen* "...Goddamn Okumura!" madoka: ?? *she looks up* *There's a boy with messy hair and a sour disposition* Rin: "Yeah, it's me. Don't act so surprised, Shiratori--I did you a favor clocking you. Make you more presentable when you start classes..." madoka: ?? Shiratori: "..." *chuckles* "That's 'cause I'm going places...Unlike the bastard son of some failed priest." Rin: *narrows his eyes* madoka: *standing up* Rin: "You better watch your mouth if you still want teeth in it..." Shiratori: *hands behind his back, loading a marble into the slingshot...he's preparing to launch an attack at Rin, who hasn't figured it out yet* madoka:.... !!! *she tackles him* Shiratori: "Hey!" *the slingshot and marble fall out of his hand* Rin: "?! Pretty sneaky, you rat!" Shiratori: "Get off me, you fucking bitch!" madoka: *backing up, grabbing the slingshot and running* Shiratori: "What the hell you dumb fucks standing around for?! Get her!" -the other goonies run at her- Rin: "Not cool..." *runs after them--until Shiratori grabs his ankle* Shiratori: "You're not getting away that easily--" Rin: *stomps Shiratori's hand* Shirtori: "..." *LOUD HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM* Rin: -_-; *follows the goonies* madoka: *picks up a branch to defend herself* Goon #1: "D'aw, isn't this precious--she's going to leaf us to death!" -THWACK- Goon #1: *pulls back his hand* "D'ow!" Q^Q "That hurt!" -after that fiasco- madoka: a-are you alright, sir? Rin: *wipes blood from his mouth, not looking at her* "It's nothing." *starts to turn around* "I've had to deal with worse when I--" *stares at her* "..." .\\\. madoka: sir?.....sir! you're bleeding. *takes some bandaids from her bag and patches him up* Rin: "...Oh. Th-Thanks..." ("Oh crap oh crap oh crap--a cute girl. Don't say anything stupid, Rin! Be smart! Be suave! Be charming!") "...I punch good, huh?" ("...OH GODDAMN IT!") madoka: yeah, you sure did. ^^ .....*glances at the dead birds*...... Rin: "...He's done this shit for so long...I keep trying to stop him..." madoka:....we should bury them... Rin: "...Yeah. I think that's best. Get shoeboxes so dogs or cats can't get to them..." madoka: I don't exactly have any on me... *sad chuckle* Rin: "I think the priests got some lying around--not far from here." madoka:...ok...*sniff* Rin: "...I'm sorry." madoka: s-sorry I wasn't much help. Rin: "You kidding? You got Shiratori crying and that one goon in the balls!" madoka:...I-I guess so....ah! it's already nighttime! my parents are probably worried sick! Rin: "!!! Crap! I'm not gonna hear the end of it from the old man or Yukio..." *facepalm* madoka: I should head home. g-goodnight sir! *begins to run off* Rin: "Hold up! What's your name?" madoka: oh, it's madoka. Rin: *wave* "And I'm Rin." madoka: *smiles* nice meeting you, rin. ^^ *heads home* Rin: "..." ._. "Y-Yeah, you too..." -later- Yukio: *sigh* "What are we going to do with you?" Rin: "...Buy me a watch?" ^^; kyouko: and your bandaged up too. you got in another fight, didn't you? >8( Rin: -_-# "Can you blame me? Killing birds is insane..." kyouko:....I know, I know... Rin: "Well, it's been a long day--" *stretches* "So I--" Yukio: *pushes paperwork at Rin* "Finish your homework and paperwork." Rin: -_-;

#death city days

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