#nah cos he looks fine as hell

[onlyfansdotcomslashshawnmendes]

Shawn Mendes, LA, Dec 16 '23

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes 2023 #shawn mendes edit #nah cos he looks fine as hell #he looks like he’d gaslight me a lil bit #and i’d say thank you sir

[dovabunny]

GhostSoap AU - Replaced

Cw: angst

They'd been a (secret) thing for almost a year now. Soap was smitten, but respected Ghost's boundaries to keep it private.

But over all these months, Ghost never said he loved him too. He never makes future plans with Soap either.

He keeps turning down invites to go on leave together or meet his family,l. When they're out on missions will always elect share a room with Price over him.

Soap starts to feel like less of a secret lover and more like... Ghost's dirty little secret.

Like he's just being used.

(Read rest below)

It all blows up one night.

The gang had been at a local bar. Some flooze had apparently been making eyes at Ghost and Gaz noticed. Thinking he's being a good friend and wingman, he introduced the two.

Soap had to sit and watch Ghost talk to her at the bar for 20minutes.

Everytime she touched his arm or bought him a drink he wanted to rip her off him.

But what hurt more was that Ghost didn't immediately turn her down, instead entertaining her attention for a drink or two. He didn't tell Gaz he wasn't interested.

Soap was just a spectator.

"So? Get her number?" Gaz eagerly asked when Ghost returned.

"Nah. Not my type. Too chatty."

Gaz rolled his eyes. "Picky bitch. She was pretty. And if you're not into chatty why do you keep him around?" He playfully winked at Soap.

It was a joke. Didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Not when Ghost didn't even reply.

Soap announced he's leaving early. Ghost followed and caught up to him. The cold air did nothing to ease the burning hurt.

"You coming over to mine tonight, Johnny? I doubt they'll be back till after midnight."

Soap grit his teeth and kept walking. "Dunno. Maybe you should go ask your redhead slag."

Ghost glared, voice cold. "That's uncalled for, Johnny. She was just being friendly."

"Friendly, huh? Too bad she's chatty. Apparently that's huge turn off for you."

Ghost grabbed his arm and stopped him. His eyes and tone incredulous. "That's what this hissy fit is about? You're jealous and touchy over that comment? I thought you'd be happy I didn't take her number."

"I would've been happy if you didn't entertain her flirting at all!"

Ghost's eyes turned hard. "And what gives you the right to dictate who I talk to?"

Soap stared for a moment. It hurt. It fucking hurts but he needed to know.

"What am I to you, Simon?"

Ghost was quiet.

"A fling? A partner? A lover? A fucking sex toy? What am I to you!?"

Months of insecurities were bubbling up. The alcohol that loosened his tongue didn't help either as he yelled.

"Don't raise your voice to me, Sargent. I'm still your commanding officer." Ghost said in a tone reserved for intimidating interrogations and reckless recruits.

"...that's it? You're my CO and I'm your Sargent? That's- that's all it is for you?" Soap hated how his voice trembled.

"I didn't make any promises, Soap." (Soap. Not Johnny.) "You have no right to make demands of what I may and may not do, and I won't be chained down!"

"I don't want to chain you down! I just wa-"

"Sounds like you do. Bloody hell, if you didn't want to fuck anymore - fine. There's no need for the tears and the drama, Sargent."

It was only then that Soap realized he was crying.

Ghost cursed and kept walking without him.

Soap feels like he's been punched in the chest, a gaping void left where his heart and lungs should be.

Apparently all the secret kisses Ghost stole, how he held his hand when no one was looking, the way he held him when they were alone were all just what? Drama? In his head?

Soap spends the night sobbing his heart out off base in an empty parking lot with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

By morning he told himself there's no use crying over spilled milk.

But it wasn't that simple. For either of them. It was the start of the end.

#soapghost #ghostsoap #cod mwii #cod mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #my writing #replaced au #call of duty #fanfiction

[thatztyv]

Still Yours

Description:

- Just a baby daddy and his baby mother

Word Count:

- 1.7k

Rɪʟᴇʏ Jᴏɴᴇs

(rie-lee joe-ons)

"Daddy", Tiana squealed as she ran to Oakley and jumped on him.

"Hey princess", he chuckled. "Where's mommy?"

"Over there", she said and pointed at me as he set her down.

He walked over to me and flashed a smile.

"Hey Riley."

"Oakley", I said as I placed some party bags on the table.

"Now why you acting like that?"

"You want me to jump up and down and act excited?", I said raising a brow at him.

"Preferably", he said making me laugh.

"Nigga you wish."

My mom walked over to us and greeted Oakley.

"Hey Oakley it's good to see you again", she said as she gave him a quick hug.

"Hey Mrs.Jones it's been a while."

"Every time I turn around he somewhere far off", I said and rolled my eyes. "I'm surprised he made it."

"Well I couldn't miss our daughters sixth birthday. That's unforgivable", he said and playfully poked out his bottom lip.

"How long you here for?", my mom asked.

"Rest of the month."

"Well make sure you come by my house before you leave this time", she said and patted his back.

"Yes ma'am."

Her phone started ringing.

"It's your dad, I'll be back", she said.

"Ok", I hummed.

"So how you been baby?", Oakley asked once she walked away.

"Baby is crazy", I chuckled as I walked over to the sweets table on the other side of the room. Oakley following behind me like a lost puppy.

"You want me to call you love, babe, or if you're feeling spicy señorita."

"Riley is just fine Oakley", I hummed as I fixed the cupcake tray.

"Stop calling me Oakley. It's too formal."

"Well what else do you want me to call you?", I sighed as I looked at him.

"Cench, Cee, baby", he said and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I didn't even call you Cench when we was together and I'm definitely not starting now. And the other two... uhnt uh. Imma stick with Oakley."

"You ain't have a problem calling me Cee and baby a few weeks ago", he said and pressed up against my back side.

"That was a spur of the moment thing", I said pushing him off me.

"I bet it was", he chuckled.

.✿.

"I saw y'all two over there", Lana said as I came and sat with them. "Y'all back together."

"No and we never will be", I said as I watched Tiana play with her friends.

"Mmhm, not with the way he was all up on you", Remi chuckled.

"Chile please, I can't stand Oakley", I said making them look at me.

"Now you know", Remi started.

"Both of y'all still want each other but y'all tryna deny the fact", Lana said.

"Like everyone around y'all can see it. Flirting and going on", Remi said. "I know y'all still be kissing and shit when nobody around."

"We kissed twice since we broke up."

"How many times y'all fucked though?", Lana asked making me playfully roll my eyes.

"That ain't y'all business", I chuckled making them laugh.

"That's what I thought. Y'all minus well stop acting delirious and get back together."

"Oh no ma'am. He aggravates my soul", I said and shook my head.

"Obviously he must not be that aggravating if y'all still fucking", Remi chuckled.

"He's aggravating to an extent."

"So he's aggravating when y'all just being causal and co-parenting. But he not aggravating when he's fucking you?"

"Exactly", I said making them laugh.

"You is a mess", Remi chuckled.

.✿.

"Can I go to daddy's house tonight?", Tiana asked running up to me.

"If daddy says yes then you can go baby", I said pushing some of her hair out her face.

"Daddy can I stay with you tonight?", she said turning to him standing beside me.

"Of course you can baby", Oakley said with a smile.

Tiana smiled before running back over to her friends.

"Mommy are you going to stay the night too?", Oakley asked getting behind me and wrapping his arms around me.

"Hell nah", I said and pried his arms off me.

"Why not?", he chuckled.

"Cause if I come over there imma hurt you cause you get on my nerves."

He laughed.

"Am I that bad?"

"The worst", I huffed sarcastically.

.✿.

I felt my phone vibrating beside me, making me groan.

I picked it up and saw it was Oakley. I rolled my eyes and declined it.

'If there's a problem he'll call my momma and she'll call me. I'm sleeping', I mumbled, getting comfortable again.

After a few minutes it rung again.

I sighed and just answered.

"You up?", Oakley asked after it connected.

I could see he had his side lamp on and could hear something playing in the background.

"There is literally no reason for you to be FaceTiming me right now", I groaned. "Where my daughter at? She ok?"

"Tiana's our daughter and she's asleep, she's good. So calm down sweetheart", he chuckled.

"Oakley it's four in the morning, the hell is you calling me for if Tiana not in need of something."

"I just wanted to talk to you Riley", he said making me roll my eyes.

"What you want?", I sighed.

"Come over", he said innocently.

I looked at him like he was crazy. Cause he is crazy.

"Oakley if you don't get off my phone playing."

"I miss you baby", he chuckled. "Come home."

"Take your horny ass to bed Oakley."

He scoffed playfully.

"I gotta be horny to call you and tell you I miss you? I just wanna talk."

"I know you ain't just tryna talk. You wanting some pussy and you ain't getting it. Good night Cee!", I said and blew him a kiss before hanging up.

Baby Daddy 🤸🏾‍♀️

You called me Cee, you do miss me 🥹

Riley 🫀 laughed at a message

Riley 🫀

Go to sleep

Baby Daddy 🤸🏾‍♀️

Please come over🥺

Riley 🫀

Night night, Love you Oakley 😚

Baby Daddy 🤸🏾‍♀️

Awwww

I knew you still loved me😏

Love you too Riley 🤭

Riley 🫀

You're delusional 😐

Blocking you for the rest of the night

.✿.

I knocked on Oakleys front door and looked around.

After a few minutes the door opened, revealing a shirtless Oakley.

I looked over his chest as I had a flashback from the last time I was here.

Oakley decreased the speed of his strokes and repositioned himself to thrust deeper inside me.

Each thrust caused a loud gasp to escape my throat.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to mine.

I gripped at his shirt, nearly ripping it, as he gave me slow deep strokes.

"Cee.. baby to- too deep", I cried out.

He rolled his hips smoothly as I continued to call out his name.

'Oh my god', I sighed to myself as I regained my composure.

"Where's Tiana?", I asked making eye contact with him.

"You're mom came and got her earlier to go shopping. They'll be back later", he said with a smirk.

"So you had me drive all the way out here to get her and she not even here", I said and he just stood there with that smirk on his face. "Ooh you make me sick."

"Since you're here", he started with a chuckle. "You wanna come in and wait?"

"No, I'll wait in my car", I said flashing him a feeble smile before turning around.

"Nonsense", he said grabbing my arm and pulling me inside.

He closed the door behind me and pushed me up against it.

"Stop acting like you don't want me", he mumbled as he pressed hisself against me.

"I'm not acting", I said and bit my lip. I looked over his face and down his chest before looking him in his eyes.

He put his head in the crook of my neck, gently kissing my sweet spot. I moaned quietly as I felt myself melting from his touch.

"Cee...fuck", I mumbled when he bit my neck softly.

He was making me wet and as I much as I want to hate it, I can't.

"I thought you didn't want to call me Cee", he said with a smirk after he pulled back.

"Shut up", I said before pulling him in for a rough kiss.

.✿.

"Just be my girlfriend again", he groaned as I traced over his tattoos.

"Oakley", I sighed.

"Riley we should stop playing games and be for real with ourselves."

I sighed as I laid my head on his chest and looked out the window.

I felt Oakley's fingertips lightly trace over the tattoo on my back, a faint smile spreading on my lips.

I can't lie. I missed moments like this.

He moved my hair out the way as he leaned down to place a kiss on the base of my neck.

"Please Riley?" He hummed and pressed another kiss into the crook of my neck. He stayed there as his thumb rubbed circles on my waist.

I pulled myself up and hummed as I shifted my body so I straddled his waist, "One more time."

Oakley looked at me with a small smile and an admiring look, caressing my waist, hips, and thighs, making me bite my lip.

I cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He groaned as I slipped my tongue into his mouth.

Both his hands move down to my butt grabbing my cheeks gently. I moaned softly into his mouth.

He pulled back, grinning as he spread his fingers over the backs of my thighs.

.✿.

"Mommy", Tiana said running up to me.

"Hi baby. Did you have fun with grandma?", I said picking her up.

"Yes she got my nails painted", she said and showed me her nails.

"They're so cute baby", I cooed making her smile.

"Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome", I said before kissing her forehead.

"Hi princess", Oakley said as he tickled her chin.

"Hi daddy", she said between laughs.

"You wanna show mommy what I got for you're birthday?"

"Yes", she said smiling.

"Go get it."

"Ok."

I let her down and she ran off to her room.

"So what's this?", my mom asked turning to me and Oakley.

"What's what?", I asked raising a brow.

"I know y'all wasn't in here talking."

Oakley let out a hysterical laugh.

"I just got here", I lied.

"Sure", she chuckled. "We'll see if you just got here in a few months."

"What you mean by that?", I asked crossing my arms.

"Just know I love my granddaughter", she chuckled.

"Momma", I scolded playfully as I realized what she meant. "I am not having no more kids."

"We'll see about that", Oakley mumbled making me elbow him.

My mom just laughed.

#central cee #wattpad #central cee x reader #central cee x black reader #ukrapper #uk rap

[mxzenpai]

Idia Shroud x Reader

His and Theirs

Idia knows that Ramshackle doesn’t have the ability for you to have a computer…you wouldn’t mind the set up being in his room…right?

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Idia bites his lip as he stares at the set up in front of him. Did he choose the wrong color for the theme? He could have sworn this was your favorite aesthetic when it comes to this sort of thing. Then again, he really only had how you decorate in your co-ops to go off of. Maybe the games didn’t have the aesthetics you actually like? He looks around his room, seeing the mess that was all over the place shoved into a corner to make room for your desk.

Would you even like this? I mean, you like to play with him, but you never expressed wanting a computer. Hades it feels like he built his stats wrong and he’s about to get one-shot by the final boss. Idia’s hair flicks as he continues to stare at the set up. No no, that monitor needs to be a little higher. He moves to adjust the swing arm of the right monitor to raise it a bit more. Once done he looks at the other two monitors. Three monitors is enough for you right? You don’t need a lot since you aren’t going to be programing or anything… maybe he should have gotten another? Or he can quickly set up a hologram to go abo-

“You’re doing it again.” Idia whirls around to spot Ortho place the cat paw pillow Idia got you onto the chair of your set up. “I’m sure they’ll love it, they love anything you do.” Ortho smiles up at Idia.

“This is like- final boss territory Ortho, I gotta make sure everything is right. It’s like doing a blind playthrough without looking at a strategy guide!” Ortho giggles at Idia’s ramble before quickly leaving the room. Idia turns back to the set up. Should he have gotten some figures? You don’t know a lot of shows though…No! This was dumb! He’s just going to get rid of all of it and you’ll never know!

“Oh wow that’s so cool!” Idia lets out a screech as he whips around to see you standing there. A surprise encounter and he has NOTHING to help him with this! Idia silently watches as you look at the set up, eyes widening upon looking at the rig inside the case. “If this is the here equivalent to the RTX 3090 color me impressed.” Idia pauses.

“You…know computers?” You turn, nodding to Idia enthusiastically.

“Yeah! I played games all the time back in my world, even built my own rig. Things are different here though so I haven’t tried it. Not like I had the money to anyways, but still. Who’s this for? Ortho?” He watches as you take a look at the pc through the glass again before shifting his eyes away.

“For you.” You’re quick to turn, eyes widening in delight.

“For me? Oh hell yeah!” You turn on the pc in quick succession before turning on the monitor. You turn back to Idia. “You gonna sit?” Idia blinks, hair burning a tad brighter before he goes to grab his chair. You roll your eyes, yanking him down into your chair before plopping yourself onto his lap. Idia’s hair turns a bright pink.

“I- wha- but I don’t- you- chair- two of-“ You cover his mouth with your hand.

“Shhhhhhhh…I have a new toy and I must play with it. As the builder of said toy you must watch…aka help me with this part in this game that I’m stuck on.” Idia wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Which game?” Idia watches as you change the wallpaper to one of your favorite characters.

“The one that you let me make a save file for a few days ago. I’m gonna have to use your account to finish the game, might start a new save on my account after I finish though.” Idia nods, his hair going back to blue except for the tips.

You give Idia a kiss on the cheek and his hair lights up again. “Nah but seriously, I appreciate the gesture. I was really missing being able to sit at a pc and play games. Playing with you using your handhelds is fine and all, but I miss the keyboard.” Idia tightens his hold around your waste.

“Almost thought I got the wrong items for the fight.” You let out a laugh.

“Oh come on, you and I both know I’m not a boss. I’m the love interest.” You give a wink before turning back to the pc to boot up the game.

Yeah…you are the love interest, and Idia wouldn’t have it any other way.

#idia shroud #idia shroud x mc #idia shroud x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcannons

[resowrites]

On Hold - oneshot.

Summary: Phone sex between Henry and his girlfriend goes awry…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only, light smut (mention of f masturbation)/innuendo, dialogue heavy, banter/British humour, fluff, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1170

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

On Hold - oneshot.

"Oh, yes, good evening. Er, before we get started, can I just check the rates per minute?" She laughed.

"For the third time this week, you’ve got the wrong number. Now, piss off."

"Wait! This was the number advertised!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. In a phone box about twenty minutes from here." Henry could practically hear her pursing her lips, annoyed.

"Well try ringing from there cos you’re blocked on this number."

"Wait, I don't need long, just tell me what you’re wearing…" She grinned into her screen.

"Hang on… are you that knobhead who plays Superman? Can’t you find some actresses to bring back to your hotel?"

"Nah, they think I’m too old."

"Aww, have you told them how much you're worth?" He roared with laughter.

"Are you gunna touch yourself for me or what?"

"You’re an hour late darling, sorry."

"What d'ya mean? Did I wake you? I thought you sounded sleepy."

"No, I'm just laying in bed."

"At 9 pm? What you been up to?"

"Oh I didn’t tell you did I… got a new wand delivered. Great fun. Submersible too." There was a slight pause.

"Well, careful… don’t electrocute yourself." She smirked.

"Don’t worry, it’s rechargeable."

"Wow, and it lasted that long?"

"Longer than you." Henry snickered.

"Well you haven’t broken up with me yet, so it can’t be that good…"

"I was waiting till I got my strength back," he scoffed, "I’m not joking, I still can’t move my legs."

"Hang on, let me lie back for this," she giggled, "well you can hardly blame me! It’s been days since I’ve seen my beloved. She won’t even send me any pictures…" She rolled her eyes.

"Does she know you’re calling me right now?"

"Oh stop it, one bloody woman’s enough. Now take ‘em off."

"Take what off?"

"You know fine well."

"I really don’t."

"Yes you do. Off, now. Or are they still on the bathroom floor?"

"Says the man who probably took his off in the lift." Henry scoffed again.

"Christ, I’ve never known a woman make me work this hard for it from hundreds of miles away," she yawned followed by a long pause, "hello?"

"Sorry, if the line goes dead again it means I’ve fallen asleep." He giggled.

"That’s it, I wanna speak to someone else."

"What, like a manager?"

"D'ya know what I’ll just hang up and dial again shall I?! I might get through to someone nicer!"

"Sorry, it’s only me and Big Sandy tonight."

"And is she busy?"

"Well she’s only got two hands." Henry snorted.

"Fucking hell, why me Lord?"

"Oh darling, are you having trouble? You might wanna take something…"

"Well it'd be bloody wasted on you!"

"You’re telling me, fuck that wand is good."

"… How many times?"

"Six." He frowned.

"Yeah, right."

"What? That’s only six more than you’ve given me."

"Well it’s not my fault I can't vibrate! What do I do? Stick a battery up my arse?!"

"Tsk, typical man, always putting his needs first." Henry cackled.

"Did you even think of me at all?"

"No more than usual."

"Oh, I see. Still got the hots for the new weatherman on channel five then?"

"You mean the one who looks like you ten years ago but with a straighter nose?" He harrumphed.

"You know you're lucky I'm not there right now, you’d be getting a smacked arse."

"You wish."

"I do! You’re going over my knee the minute I get back."

"Only if you make it past the porch…" Henry smiled fondly.

"Christ I remember that time, how long had I been away?"

"Six weeks. You even tripped over a parcel." He laughed.

"… God I miss you."

"You’ve only got one more week, soppy bollocks."

"Way too long… please come visit me. You’re missing out big time on the food here."

"Darling you know how busy I am with work. How are the interviews going?"

"Awful, thanks."

"You poor sod, I know how much you hate talking about yourself…" Henry smirked.

"Oh fuck off, there’s only so many times you can answer: ‘so what’s the hardest thing about playing Sherlock Holmes?’”

"And what do you say? The accent?" He almost choked on the drink he'd been sipping.

"You know, all things considered… you're not in a very good mood."

"Can’t smile wide enough, thanks. I’m just knackered."

"Oh sorry darling. Do you want me to let you go?"

"No, it’s alright… gotta wait for it to recharge anyway."

"Oh, well then you better rest up for tomorrow."

"Hmm, think I’ll aim for ten." Henry sniffed sharply.

"Yeah well, enjoy it while you can cos the thing's going out the bloody window when I get back."

"Well there’s no rush…"

"Oh yes there is. I'm gunna drown you in how much I've missed you."

"Right, I'm hanging up. At least I don’t have to talk to the wand."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"What position you lying in?" There was a short pause.

"On my side, why?"

"… Which tit’s pressed into the mattress?"

"You’re a perv."

"Tell me!"

"Hang on, let me check…" He laughed, exasperated.

"For fuck's sake, why can’t we just have phone sex like a normal couple?"

"Cos you’re a pillock." Henry smiled.

"You love me though."

"Eh… you’re alright."

"Say it!"

"Ugh, don’t make me."

"Say it, or I’ll call you every hour on the hour until you do," she gave a heavy sigh, "oooh."

"What?"

"… Make that noise again." She tutted.

"Definitely not."

"Oh go on, you know I need you."

"Why, what happened to your hand?" He bellowed with laughter for what felt like the hundredth time since the call began.

"I love you darling."

"Me too. Seven times, in fact." Henry's eyebrows shot up.

"I thought it was only six?"

"It was but then my phone rang and it startled me." He started laughing so hard she could hear his headboard shaking.

"It wasn’t the weatherman by any chance?"

"I wish. Oh wait a minute, you work in entertainment. Try and get his number for me."

"If I do it’ll be to warn him."

"Mmmm you should have seen him today, talk about a warm southern front." Henry sighed.

"Why aren’t you like this when I’m around?" She bit back a laugh.

"I dunno, it’s like some terrible weight’s been lifted."

"Right well then I’ll bid you goodnight, shall I?! Tuck yourself up warm okay? And kiss our boy for me."

"Will do. Oh and be sure to rinse that shower floor, wouldn’t want you slipping tomorrow morning." She could almost hear him grinning.

"I mean it, I love you darling." There was another brief pause.

"Love you too."

"See! that wasn’t so hard, was it?"

"Either way, I’m disappointed in myself." Henry chuckled.

"Night-night wagon."

"Night, buggerlugs."

It was just as she hung up that a thought crossed her mind. He meanwhile sighed and switched on the tv. A few minutes later his phone pinged and he beamed once he opened the message.

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#henry cavill #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fluff

[deanwasalwaysbi]

The Winchesters Pilot - What do we know about the box? Was that Samuel Campbell at the beginning?

The paper Mary found describes a magical box and says:

Follow the path of 1 toward Heaven. Second spot is four less seven Find the forth behind Hells door, Six suns set on the Western floor I will always lead you here, Ending the darkness that we all fear

My first thought was THE EMPTY - and I Screamed. but once I calmed down I started thinking dimensions and the Acreda. there are also strong Amara vibes I am choosing to ignore.

We have seen a demon get sucked inside, into this tiny box. So either it's a trap or it's a door. If it's a door I would expect it goes to another dimension.

Either way - what happens if a person we care about at some point gets sucked into the box too? 🤔 hrmm (don't hurt Lata!)

The MoL locked it up for a reason - which they wouldn't do if this awesome piece of tech was a no downsides monster trap. So maybe it can suck people in or the Acreda can use this to cross over. Per @greatcometcas Akreda is ancient Greek for Locusts and doesn't that just have Vibes.

The paper also had these symbols on it, one of which Samuel someone with a bag with the initials S.C. wrote in blood to open the Manhole of Letters at the beginning of the episode. (A bit of digital manipulation and highlighting) I was convinced the symbols would combine together to create the Men of Letters symbol. No such luck yet. Unless we separate them into their base ancient ruins. ...

Started with the assumption that this person was Samuel - possible Tom Welling stand-in notwithstanding - that leads me to some questions.

Apparently the symbol he drew into the dish is called an Odal Rune or an Othala. (thank you @swordofsun!) Unfortunately I know it as a symbol co-opted by nazis, but it's is one of the oldest and most widely used runes in ancient Norse, Germanic, and Anglo-Saxon cultures. It was used for the “o” sound and is symbolic of lineage and genetic inheritance.

So - so I had been assuming this Indiana jones looking man was Samuel Campbell, but is he? I still think that is most likely but it feels like this symbol should have been drawn in MoL legacy blood to open the door. We've seen that before. I'm fine with that being unnecessary, but it would be fun if that meant 1) Samuel had ties to MoL 2) The Campbells have some history with the Acreda or 3) That isn't Samuel.

This is about when @wigglebox asked me if that man looked like Jensen and, now that you mention it.... I don't see bow legs, but it does kind of look like the back of his head? Is this Jensen/Dean? Is this Henry/Gil? Is this just Samuel/Tom? IDK. Someone tell me who this looks like to you, where my hand freaks at?

I want it to be Dean, he's a legacy and it would be a fun twist, but I think Dean would be better able to handle himself and he's wearing a wedding ring so for that to be Dean he'd have to be married to Cas at this point - Which obv means I am fully on board 😂💙💚. Nah, I think it was likely Samuel.

Symbols on the paper (bear with me there are a LOT of interpretations online and I do not know what I'm doing):

MoL Symbol - Unicursal Hexagram associated with symbolic magical, and spiritual connections. "Our crest. The Aquarian Star, representing great magic and power. They say it stood at the gates of Atlantis itself." Combination of 2 Kauną (see below) and an ᚷ? (top right)

Apparently this is a combination rune used for protection - or protection of family. I feel like this looks like it's a combination of the two symbols Inguz - fertility or love and Isa/Isaz - ice or death. ᛝ + ᛁ (Top left)

Raido ? - Journey - combined with the symbol for message / god / odin. AR . Also seeing people referring to this as Energy - getting real "the heroes journey" vibes, Robbie. ᚮ + ᚱ

upside down Othada - apparently the main meaning of a reversed othada is “loss of home”? ᛟ

This one I could not find - the only combination I was able to come up with was a double ᛜ a ᛜᛜ which is an inguz from a different culture. Meaning seed, or energy. Creation. - Maybe the duplicate means destruction / the darkness? Like a reverse? It could just as easily be 2 Othadas doubled back on themselves which would be fun thematically.

Othada / Odal- Heritage/Legacy/genetic inheritance or separation or possession ᛟ

combination of Kauną/Kenaz & Igus ᚲ + ᛜ - getting so many interpretations off of these - Kenaz - love/relationship/fire, Igus seed/energy/creation.

If I didn't know better - and I think I do - I'd think this was about Amara - the elusions to god (reverse) and the darkness. But given what we already know I expect this to be about the Acreda. Mostly I think this is a warning about an interdimensional door. I was clowning for a second when I found an interpretation relating to a journey in time, but I don't think it holds up.

Thank you to @escapingpurgatorypodcast @endofthebookpod & dearly to @deanncastiel for the image source!

I sincerely hope someone who knows better can make some sense of this

#the winchesters spoilers #the winchester speculations #tw meta #spntw meta #tw tinhatting #(although it could also be a combination of the symbol for year and two symbols for elk. help. this is too available for interpretation) #original content #DOES ANYONE KNOW ABOUT ANCIENT RUNES? HELLO? #chuck won #supernatural meta #tw acreda #apollo #akreda #akrida

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (41)

part 41 of ?? | 936 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

It seems only right that Eddie makes it his mission to get Steve to believe him. Boost him up, drive home that this really was a great day, make sure he’s smiling for the rest of the night.

41.

Steve is smiling back at him, and Eddie almost can't take how good it feels. “You should play with us again sometime,” he adds, and watches as a blush slides over Steve’s cheeks in the relative darkness of the porch.

He’s not saying it for that reaction—although that’s pretty great, makes him feel a little giddy.

He’s saying it because Steve’s next move is to duck his head and rub at the back of his neck like he isn’t sure it’s the truth. WHat is it about those words that make them so hard to accept, huh?

“Nah. I don’t want to come between you and your friends.”

Eddie chews on the inside of his cheek , because fuck. That sounds like Steve did overhear Gareth and Frank mouthing off the other day. Which is so stupid, because they don’t even know Steve, they have no idea what they’re talking about and should not be considered credible sources. Stuck in high school—god, Margaret had nailed it, as usual. Jeff’s the only one who knows why Eddie is as good as dirt compared to Steve (even if Jeff himself keeps trying for some reason to insist that’s not true, the maniac).

It seems only right that Eddie makes it his mission to get Steve to believe him. Boost him up, drive home that this really was a great day, make sure he’s smiling for the rest of the night.

Eddie bumps the back of one hand, the one holding the last of the joint, against Steve’s arm. Offering. The last hit will be harsh as hell, but he doesn’t want to not offer. Steve jumps a little bit but moves to take it, and Eddie waits until their gazes cross paths to reply, “You’re not a problem, Stevie. Seriously.”

Steve starts coughing on his hit . . . and coughing, and coughing, Jesus H. Christ. Not the right time to pilot test a nickname, apparently—but Eddie hadn’t meant to, it had popped out. Felt like a Stevie moment.

Great job, Munson. 

Maybe someone ought to wire his jaw shut. He mourns his lack of impulse control—not that being high helps—while giving Steve a few thumps on the back. 

“Besides,” he says while Steve continues to hack up a lung, “Jeff and Gareth are the only ones still local, and Jeff’s cool. Gareth will warm up, especially if you keep feeding him. It’s fine.” He pauses, the thumping settling into his palm rubbing slow circles between Steve’s shoulder blades. “Trust me, if Margaret had a problem with you, you’d definitely know about it. And Frank’ll be over it by the next time he visits, as long as everybody else is on board. You’re a good dude now, Steve; people are capable of figuring that out.” And he means it. He means every word so fucking much. 

So much for killing that crush. Steve looks up at him with wide, reddened, watering eyes like he’s been given an unexpected gift and Eddie is more head over heels than he’s ever been for anyone in his whole life—and that includes Han Solo.

“Are we friends?” Steve blurts out, and, okay, maybe they both have an impulsivity problem. Or . . . well, they are both high. 

“Yeah,” Eddie confirms, no hesitation. “The Freak and the Hair, improbable friends after the apocalypse that wasn’t.”

Because they have the truce, and they’re basically coparenting (co-big-brothering?) Dustin, and Steve’s friends all like Eddie (even if Eddie can’t say the reverse of all his friends yet). Hell, they’ve even saved each other's lives. That means they actually are friends, right? That they’ve reached that point?

The smile Steve gives him is watery too, and he hasn’t moved away from Eddie’s hand on his back. (Both of these facts have Eddie’s heart in his throat.) “Okay. Cool.”

They go back inside. Wayne is out catching up with some buddies of his, so they have the house to themselves. 

“We still gotta eat dinner,” Steve points out after they crash onto the inside couch, all loose-limbed and closer than Eddie either realized or expected. “I could make, uh . . . that tuna casserole? With the crunched up potato chips?” 

Eddie blows out a deep breath through loose lips, his head lolling back against the top of the couch. This again. “You already cooked today, man. Let’s just order pizza, okay? My treat.”

“I . . . thought that’s why you shared the last of your weed with me?”

“Oh, that wasn’t the last of it.” Eddie smirks up at him from approximately shoulder height, and Steve. . . . God, Steve looks perfect. The hair, and the sparkle of mischief in his hazel eyes that part of Eddie wants to see if he can make ignite into something else. (Now is not the time for that thought.) “There’s more in my room somewhere, I just didn’t feel like getting up to find it.”

“Uh huh,” Steve says, sounding unimpressed. “How about you go get more of that, and I’ll take care of the pizza, call it even?”

Eddie’s grin widens, and he stands up—Steve watches like never seen anyone do it this way before. He goes legs first, then hips, then his spine and upper body following, all a beat behind the other like a Slinky rolling upright. 

Then he punctuates it with a little jump and a tada flourish. “You are so weird,” Steve says, but he’s grinning back as he says it. Which may not mean anything, but to Eddie, in that moment? It’s everything. He floats into his bedroom, not even bothered by how many places he has to look to track down the rest of his stash.

#steddie blackmail fic #steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic #my fanfic

[mephinomaly]

[TL] Howling at the Stars/Chapter 2

Kaoru: So? Are there any photos that stand out to you?

Koga: How about this one? You can see a glimpse of my rock-ness.

Kaoru: A glimpse…? It screams “I love rock”.

What do you think about this one? It’s not really candid, but… it’s a cute photo.

Koga: We already decided no! I ain’t lookin’ for cuteness~!

Kaoru: Mm okay…if you insist.

Hnng~...well it’s already late, let’s stop for today.

Koga: Oh yeah… that’s my bad, Hakaze-senpai. I made ya come with me today ‘n then just complained the whole time.

Kaoru: It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Besides, I did this to help you with your Feature Live.

Because if you don’t like it now, you won’t have a good live.

Koga: Yeah, thanks Hakaze-senpai. But I didn’t think it would be this hard t’take candid photos…

Kaoru: Well, we both might have different definitions of what classes as candid.

I wanted to capture more of “everyday Koga-kun” but I’m getting the feeling you want to appear cool all the time.

Koga: Huh? Are you complimentin’ or insultin’ me?

Kaoru: We’ll go with complimenting. I think it’s just part of being an idol and being a professional.

So what’s next on the agenda, Koga-kun?

I’m going to grab a snack and then go back to the dorms, you wanna come with?

Koga: …Nah, thanks anyway.

I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout it all. Maybe the night air will smack some sense into me.

Kaoru: Alright then. Don’t stay out too late, okay? I’ll see you later.

Koga: (...What’s my ‘natural stance’? Is it not just lookin’ cool?)

GyahhhHH! I don’t get anythin’! What the fuck am I supposed t’be doin’!?

…Huh? Who just poked me on the shoulder?

Anzu?! What are you doin’ loiterin’ around at this time of night?

You’re havin’ a break~? The hell are you still workin’ for?

You’ve almost finished so it doesn’t matter~? When are you leavin’? You’re not plannin’ on walkin’ home alone, are you?

Jesus, man. Tell me when you’re goin’ home. I’ll wait for you.

If you think it’s bad for me t’wait for you then you shoulda finished earlier. Walkin’ home at night alone ain’t good.

…Whilst we’re here ‘n you’re on break, can I speak t’ya for a sec?

It’s about the candid shots for the Feature Live pamphlet. How’d everyone else do?

I asked Hakaze-senpai t’help me out today but I still don’t really get it.

–Ah, right. Others had trouble with it too.

Thanks for tellin’ me that, Anzu. It’ll be a good reference for later.

But I really need t’sit down ‘n have a proper think about it…

Hm? Hey, Anzu. Look at the sky. That’s pretty amazin’!

Didn’t think I’d ever see so many shootin’ stars. Didn’t realise this was supposed t’be today, either.

…? Oi, Anzu. Are you even listenin’ t’me?

(...No reply from Anzu, the bastard. Far too focused on the sky. Tch, makes them look like a brat with the stars twinklin’ in their eyes.)

If yer so fascinated by the stars, why don’t ya make a wish?

Hm…It’s no fun just wishin’ for somethin’ to come true. Only you can make your dreams come true.

…What. What’s with that look?

Why did I just suddenly say that? ‘Cos you was lookin’ at the stars ‘n it just made me think.

Tch…Whatever. It’s nothing. Forget I even said anythin’.

...

…Earlier, Hakaze-senpai said he wanted to take pictures of someone like you.

Don’t make that face, Anzu! I’m talkin’ ‘bout candid pictures.

If I had a camera, I woulda taken a picture of you lookin’ at the stars.

Haa? You woulda taken a pic of my smug face when I said “only you can make your dreams come true”?!

Didn’t I tell you to forget about me sayin’ that! Stop with the teasin’!

…Huh? You’re not teasin’?

If you’d captured my face earlier, the fans woulda love it? Do ya think so, Anzu?

U-Uh, right… ‘course. Well, if you say so I can try again.

…Anyway, back to what I was sayin’. I spent all day thinkin’ about what a candid ‘me’ photo would be.

I think yer face just a second ago woulda been a good candid. But I dunno how I’m supposed t’do it.

I want my fans t’see a cool side of me. Whatever it’s called, it’s troublin’ me.

So that’s why my Feature Live’s gonna be jam packed with all the things I find cool.

I don’t want the pamphlet to just be boring ol’ me, but showin’ a cool me too.

That’s why they wanted them to be candid photos…

…Huh? Why don’t I try changin’ the direction of the project?

It’s my live so I should do things that I wanna do?

Hehe, thanks for listenin’ to me be selfish, Anzu. Talkin’ to ya was real good ♪

I somehow feel lighter now. It’s a good feelin’, the night air.

…Hm? Oh, there’s more shootin’ stars. Am I wishing for my live to go well?

I told ya to forget what I said, but it wasn’t exactly a lie.

Like I said, only you can make your dreams come true. So I’m not wishin’ for anythin’.

…But it would be totally rock to say it out loud.

Oi stars! My wish is that fools all around the world have their souls shaken by my rock music!

No matter where you are, I’ll make sure no-one can ignore my performance! That’s what I want out of my live!

Hehe… you’re givin’ me a weird look. C’mon, say somethin’ with me.

I need Anzu to make my dreams come true. You ready or what? ♪

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#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #koga fs2 #koga oogami #kaoru hakaze

[luminberry]

From a Unknown Friend?

tl,dr Jeri gets stuffed with slimes! Got the idea while chatting with stuffums and a few other folks and here we are.

there might be one with zeke later on if i get the time..cause yes.

It had been a rather slow and uneventful day at work for Jeri and Atty, the twins did appreciate the slower days since it let them catch up with the mounting paperwork their jobs tended to rack up.

Jericho sighed and pushed himself away from his desk for a moment to get up and stretch, sitting for so long had begun to make him drowsy..not to mention hungry.

"Should be bout time for lunch ta start if my clocks still on time..Maybe I can pop down before tha lunch rush hits and snag me n poor Atty a bite or two."

Leaving his coat on the hanger it hung from he moved to head out when someone at the door knocked abruptly, startling him just a tad.

"Ey, I thought mail delivery already swung by, who is it?"

"Special delivery for a uhhhh...Geriko??"

Jericho pulled the door open to see a rather scruffy person holding a large package out for him to grab..And it appears it was addressed to him? He was curious since not many packages got sent to his work address, must be important then.

"Yo, Gerkin you gonna accept the package? It's kinda heavy as hell and we're on a time limit."

"Hey now don't get snippy with me, but fine fine. Do I gotta sign anything?"

"H'yup! Just gotta sign this form saying you got the delivery big guy and we good!"

The surprisingly heavy package was shoved into his arms alongside a very beat up clipboard on top. Grunting a bit in surprise he shifted to put the package on his desk and fish out a pen to scribble his signature on before handing it back to the..delivery person. A mess of brown locks fell into a very very cocky looking grin, they didn't look any bit like a postal worker.

"...What mailin service are y'all workin with?"

"Rickies Super Fast Drop Offs. Or RSFDO!"

"...Never heard of em.."

"Brand spankin new actually, I'll take that cause I got other places to be!"

Without another word the lanky man snatched the clipboard out of his hands and took off down the hallway, yelling thanks for his service.

"...Gotta have a word with tha front desk bout doin better screenins on weird folks.

Shaking his head some he moved back into his office to see what got sent to him..He didn't really recall ordering anything specific and there didn't seem to be a general return address that he could see. Grabbing a knife he made short work of opening the box and peering inside.

Inside were four solid looking containers..they looked like tupperware but more resilient and dark, a faint smell of something that made his stomach groan loudly wafted up.

"Huh..maybe someone send me a lil care package? Now ain't that jus a cute idea..Wonder who could be behind it? Well let's take a gander at what they packed me for lunch then."

One by one the containers were pulled free from the box and sat on his desk before the cardboard box was set back down near the door for tossing out later. Moving to take his seat once more, curiosity was growing stronger as the first containers contents he chose gently shifted and swayed inside.

Cracking open the lid, Jericho was met with a overpoweringly savory smell, the source was a dark almost coffee colored substance. The scent was making his mouth water, must be some sort of soup? He leaned in to get a better smell as a clawed finger gently reached out to dip in to see if he could get a taste.

He let out a quiet hum of surprise when the surface jiggled under his touch before yielding and letting him scoop a tiny sample out to pop into his mouth. Strangely it didn't melt like he expected but slid around over his tongue and slamming down a almost decadently rich meaty stew flavor before he gulped it down.

"Huh..well now ain't that somethin...Some sorta jello? Nah..never had jello be savory before. Wonder what tha others are then.."

Jericho shifted to grab and pop the lids off of the remaining three containers to sample their contents. Each held a different flavor that made him hum in delight. The second had a strong taste of pumpkin pie, the third like almost freshly baked bread, and the last was a silky tasting chocolate.

"Whoever sent all this has a strange method of cookin..not that I mind somethin this delicious..Wonder if Atty would want some. mh?"

As he moved to get back up and call his twin brother Atticus over, the first container rattled, making Jericho pause and stare.

"...Did, nah..must be seein things.."

Letting out a sigh he missed the savory contents slowly rising up and launching itself at him, earning a surprised muffled yelp from the man.

"mMphg?? GHk"

Somehow his hands only slid through the attacking substance uselessly as it wriggled and worked itself past his lips and further beyond. Struggling to free himself and failing greatly, the animated foodstuffs took its time filling his mouth before easing itself down his throat and sliding home into his empty stomach. The taste while delicious left him alarmed at what just happened, hands flying up to his now slightly filled midsection as a odd shifting sensation made itself known.

It felt as if he ate something living and it was busying itself with getting comfortable inside him.

"Wh-what in tha fuc-..wait. Oh no."

No sooner had the first container emptied itself into his gut did Jeri notice the other three were starting to shake and wriggle as their contents stretched themselves out towards him almost eagerly.

"Hold on, I don't think I can eat all this, lemme jus-uRK"

The bread flavored one didn't seem to want to wait or listen as much like the first strange food stuffs, it launched itself at his face and his open mouth. Wasting no time at all it filled Jerichos mouth with the overwhelmingly delectable tastes of bakery fresh breads smothered in warm sweet butter before sliding down his throat to join the first in his grumbling stomach.

Jericho was overwhelmingly filled by now with the oddly shifting contents making his stomach feel strangely warm. Surprisingly other than the overpoweringly full feeling he was experiencing there wasn't any pain.

The poor man sagged in his chair, catching his breath for a moment as his poor stomach whined and protested loudly as he heaved to try and relieve any sort of pressure he could. Hands flew up to undo his vest before the buttons could rip themselves free from their strained bindings on his midsection. And after a quick thought he undid the button to his pants as well to let his swollen gut sag and slosh freely at last.

"Hoooughh...Good lord..please I don't think I can get another bite down. If ya slimy lil things can even understand me jus wait a minute..hey-hey! I said-mhnp!!"

The last two had waited paitently for their host to catch its breath before combining and sliding forwards over that heavy gut and towards his mouth much like the others moments ago. Jericho tried to fight al he could but there didn't seem to be much he could do to stop the pair from prying his jaws wide open and filling his mouth with a almost sickeningly sweet but overpoweringly delectable taste of pumpkin and chocolate.

Jericho whined softly as little by little the last two eased themselves down his throat, filling him up at last as the final few morsels vanished into his swollen gut minutes later.

He felt severely full, hands coming up to gently rub and press at his alarmingly big stomach. Feeling gentle shifts from within as the contents situated themselves and left Jericho feeling drowsy and warm.

"..uugh..Surprised I -hic- could even keep that all down..Gonna have ta do somethin bout this..Maybe later.."

Filled to the brim like he was, it was next to impossible to resist the food induced coma overtaking him after that strange experience. He could figure out what just happened later after he slept some of this meal off. Leaning back carefully in his chair he got comfortable as best he could before letting sleep take him.

#fullness combat #stuffing #fat belly #mawdness combat #mawedness combat #the twins jeri n atty #slime inflation

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Here we go, some past stuff for the Crowlien au, where Crowley first meets Aziraphale, and a bonus.

Warning: no body horror but we do have some mentioned bigoted language 

On with the fic!

--

Crowley had been an engineer on Paradise 4 for a while now, but had lived there his whole life. He wasn’t an Earth-born human, his family coming out here ages ago like many other humans, to live in space, because Earth was... well... 

Shit.

Really, if you weren’t rich, it was either dying in dangerous conditions in the lowest levels, or fucking off to a small space colony station to find a better planet somewhere out there to eventually fuck up. Still, Crowley was fine with his life, he didn’t mind his job, especially since he was finally now going to work on actual space missions for scavenging and mining. His life could honestly be worst, the most he dealt with were bigots towards his outfit choices when he went out to the local bars and clubs, or his tendency to say ‘fuck gender’. 

His co-workers were asses, he knew that much, having met them in training, but that was normal, they didn’t like new guys in this kinda work until you could prove yourself. They also didn’t like that he was also their commanding science officer, meaning he had other jobs, but engineering was his passion. 

The captain of the mission was some smug man who probably got the job cause of daddy’s money. Crowley wanted to punch his teeth in when he heard his smarmy comment about how the higher ups always liked to put a faerie or two on a mission for points. 

There were others, a mix of ups and downs in terms of companionship, but there was one member of the mission that Crowley had yet to meet. A new recruit to the traveling missions, a newly licensed doctor. Every mission needed a doctor, and Crowley might be the science officer, but he wasn’t a doctor. 

Well... he had a doctorate, but not that kind.

He was meant to meet the new man, a Dr. Fell, today, since they’d probably be working closely together on this mission to Titan to scavenge a crashed unmanned ship and to take some samples from the icy surface. Apparently, Mr. Fell wanted to meet at some little, fancy cafe in the main hub of the colony station.

Crowley had no clue who to look for, but apparently Dr. Fell did, as he heard his name being called by a rather posh voice. “Dr. Crowley! Dr. Crowley, over here!”

A few people were glaring in the direction of a man who was standing at a table, already set for tea, who was waving around a hand. He was dressed as if he were in one of those old Earth films that were set in the 1800s, and it oddly fit his cherubic face and near-white curls.

Crowley swore he felt his damn heart hiccup.

What the hell was that?

He slunked over, hands shoved into his pockets before taking a seat, practically boneless as always. “Yo.” He greeted with a little two-finger salute.

“Good afternoon.” Dr. Fell smiled at him. “You arrived just in time, I hope you don’t mind, I ordered us the tea sampler, I heard it’s quite delectable!”

Glancing at the table over his shades, worn to protect his sensitive eyes, artificial lights gave him the worst migraines, as did the sounds of them, he looked at the little display tower of tiny cakes and treats. There was a pot of tea already prepared, along with a dish of sugar and a pitcher of milk. “I didn’t pour you one, I was unsure of what you’d like.”

“What sorta tea?”

“The house specialty, it seems to be an apple and floral tea, it smells divine.” Dr. Fell said as he took the pot and poured himself a cup, then added a dash of milk, no sugar. Crowley poured a cup for himself, added enough milk to make it cream in color, and then five sugar cubes, much to Dr. Fell’s horror. He smirked before taking a sip, oh, that was good. “I have a hell of a sweet tooth.”

“I can tell.” Dr. Fell scoffed, but Crowley could see a smile behind the rim of that cup. “So, Dr. Crowley,”

“Crowley, no need for titles.”

“Ah, then you may call me Aziraphale. I know, it’s a mouthful.”

“Nah, sounds Biblical, nothin’ wrong with that. As long as your not pretentious about it.”

“Uhg, like Gabriel?”

Crowley raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh? You’ve met him?”

“Of course I have, and goodness, the ego on that man! Telling me how I should be feeling so thankful and privileged to be working for him! And then he went on and on about how he came from a long line of officers, even back during his family’s days on Earth! Yes, yes, that’s great and all, now what exactly am I doing on this mission? Oh, you’re going to tell me about how you’ve never had a failed mission? Great.”

Dr- Aziraphale paused, and suddenly looked embarrassed and a little worried. “I’m sorry, was that cruel of me to say? He is our boss on the mission after all.”

This caused the redhead to pause, then burst into laughter, knocking his head back. He knew people were looking at them again, but he didn’t care. He chuckled and sat back up, rubbing at his eye. “Gosh, you’re a bit of a bastard, aren’t you?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that.” Aziraphale sniffed, but he clearly wasn’t denying it. 

“I think you and I are going to have a great time working together.” Crowley leaned forward, lowering his shades just a bit to give him a wink. Aziraphale looked flustered again and quickly popped a tiny cake into his mouth to distract himself.

A friendship quickly blossomed and Crowley specifically requested that he’d only work on missions if Aziraphale was with him. They worked well together for ten years on missions all over the outer Solar System, and during those ten years, they got closer.

And closer.

And eventually Crowley was pressed up against a wall, having the best damn kiss of her life after she went out of her way to save a set of books that were nearly destroyed by some fellow crew members on a mission. Apparently, they were contraband, but Crowley suspected that it was just because they were a bunch of assholes who hated Aziraphale. 

So, a little rescue mission happened and she found herself being kissed by that beautiful man with the angelic name she had been crushing on since their first mission.

Now, they had another one to go on, apparently there was a signal that got picked up and they were being sent out to investigate, and maybe to grab some parts if it was from a crashed ship. One of Crowley’s tasks to do before they were prepared to head out was to look over files for the crew, for the ship, the usual.

He sat his computer, typing away as he looked at the green text on the screen. Bentley was curled up next to him on her little cat bed, sleeping away the day, which he wished he could be doing, but work needed to be done. He finished looking at Hastur’s file before opening up the next one, and realized it was Aziraphale’s.

But it wasn’t the normal one he was given.

Oh, it looked just like the standard files, but Crowley had been looking at Aziraphale’s for ten years, so he could easily notice any differences.

Age, height, weight, all correct. Name, correct, same with birthday.

But species was wrong.

Species were something that had been in the files for ages, long before Crowley started his job. Humans were the majority, but there were androids and robots now, they could be counted as employees for companies, even if they were often treated like less than garbage most of the time. Crowley was an advocate for robot and android rights, humans had no need to think of them selves as superior when they really weren’t. 

All the times Crowley had seen Aziraphale’s file, it had read human. But right now, the file showed android in the space.

Frowning, Crowley typed quickly, looking through the files for Aziraphale, checked the systems and everything. He backtracked, trying to see if it was an error, but something was wrong. As he looked, he found locked away files, and a little hacking let him inside.

Project Eastgate. 

Crowley looked at only a few files, system blueprints and diagrams, programming, and reports.

All things from missions Aziraphale had been, all updates on his body, all upgrades to make him look like he was aging and adapting.

It was too much, and Crowley exited the files, made it seem like he hadn’t opened them. But he sat there, hand over his mouth, eyes on the screen where he was looking at the profile image of his boyfriend.

An android.

Aziraphale was an android.

Crowley... hadn’t noticed, he had no idea. Did Aziraphale know? 

No, no he didn’t. The files noted that it was important that Aziraphale continue to believe he was human, he must never know except in an emergency. 

Fuck.

Crowley ran a hand through his hair. “Bentley, what do I do? Should I tell angel that he’s... well... he’s a droid?”

Bentley made a little ‘brrm’ sound, tilting her head in his direction. She slowly blinked, and started to purr. She looked so happy and content and Crowley felt himself relax.

“You’re right, knowing this... it doesn’t change anything. He’s still Aziraphale, he’s still our favorite fussy bastard who likes tartan and giving you snacks when I’m not looking.” He scratched under her chin before looking back at the screen.

No, he won’t say a word. He will know, but he won’t tell Aziraphale, he didn’t have the heart to do so.  

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Crowley doesn’t care what Aziraphale is, but they do worry later on when they find out that he knows the truth later on when it’s just them surviving on the ship. They do lie when Aziraphale asked if they knew, Crowley... they just can’t tell them that they knew. 

Also, yeah, a little reference to the 1941 book saving. :) Aziraphale was crushing on Crowley at the time and decided, fuck it, time to confess with a romantic kiss (and a small bump to the back of Crowley’s head against the wall).

#good omens #crowlien au #ineffable husbands #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #john's drabbles

[uptoolateart]

All That Is Necessary (A Gone AU)

Co-written with @raspberrycatapult​

CHAPTER 14 PREVIEW:

As if reading his mind, Luka called over the counter, ‘Hey, how long do you think all that food back there will last?’

Kim was doing something with a large metal bowl and some eggs. Without taking his eyes off it, he answered. ‘Well, there’s loads of stuff back here. Heaps of flour and bread and eggs. The freezer room’s full too. And there’s all these boxes I haven’t opened yet. I need to do a full inventory to work it all out, but it’ll last weeks, for sure. Max is helping me figure out the calculations.’

Max raised his head at his name and gave a little wave before pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. ‘There are several shops and other cafés and restaurants nearby, as well – not to mention the boulangeries, the patisseries, and so forth. Alix has just brought us some of what we need to keep us going for a while. Bottles of water, mostly.’

Alix looked up from a bag of groceries she was setting down. ‘Hell yeah, I did.’

‘The oven and stove work, and the lights,’ Max explained. ‘But the taps don’t have any water.’

‘What happens when the generator goes?’ Luka asked.

Kim smiled. ‘You worry too much, my dude. We’ll get the electricity running again before that becomes a problem.’ He said this with such confidence that it was hard to doubt him.

‘You really think so?’ Marinette asked.

‘Oh yeah. Max here is going to sort it out.’

‘Well, I’m going to try to figure out the solution,’ Max said. ‘It’s a strange problem we have, here. It doesn’t make sense for the water and Wi-Fi to stop working. Even if all the adults have disappeared, the satellites should still work, and the taps should still run until the water from the source runs dry.’ He spoke like he wasn’t used to anything stumping him as much as this.

He didn’t know about the dome.

Adrien felt Marinette’s eyes on him, and he forced himself to become engrossed in a handwritten list of specials scrawled in chalk on one of the walls.

‘This will all be over soon enough, anyway,’ Alix said, ripping open one of the packs of water. ‘The adults outside Paris will realise what’s happened when they can’t get through to anyone on the phone or whatever, and they’ll come investigate and then save us.’

‘What if it isn’t just Paris, though?’ Luka said. ‘What if everyone has disappeared? Everyone in France? In Europe? The whole world? ’

What if the adults never come back? What if we’re truly on our own, now? Forever?

Alix, Kim and Max gaped at him.

Then Alix let out a dry laugh. ‘Nah. This’ll be over in a few days, trust me. Meanwhile, I’m gonna have some fun. No school, yeah! I’m gonna try to skate down the school steps later.’

‘But what about your dad? And Jalil?’ Marinette said.

Something flickered in Alix’s expression. Then she shrugged. ‘I’m sure they’re fine. Probably got teleported to a tropical beach or something. Dad must be freaking out about leaving the Louvre unattended, though.’

Kim returned to the counter, handing them three croque madames on plates. ‘I’ll make sure to give you the rest when you go.’

‘Thanks,’ they all said.

They sat at the table with Juleka and Rose, who scooted over to make room. Both of them looked uneasy. They’d clearly been listening to the conversation.

Luka’s forehead creased with his concerns. Maybe they’d been on his mind all night. In a low voice, he said, ‘I don’t think people are taking this as seriously as they should. We have no idea what’s happened. Or what might happen. I don’t think this is just Paris. I think it’s much bigger than us. Much bigger than all of us.’

Juleka placed a hand on her brother’s arm and mumbled something.

He nodded. ‘Exactly.’ He looked at Marinette, and then Adrien. ‘I think you have the right idea, going to find supplies. It might be sensible to stockpile.’

Stockpile? Adrien hadn’t considered what they were doing to be ‘stockpiling’, but….

‘…like it’s the apocalypse?’ Rose asked, her eyes darting around the room as if to check no one could hear them. The other kids seemed to be lost in their own conversations.

Luka gave her a long look.

Adrien looked down at his plate of food – focused on picking it up and taking a bite. It wasn’t just Max. None of their friends knew about the dome.

We need to tell them.

Keep reading at Ao3

#ml au #gone au #ml fic #ml fanfic #ml adrinette #ml adrien #ml marinette #adrinette #ml luka #survival #heavy angst #hurt/comfort #apocalypse #all the adults are gone #violence #mutation #magic powers #dreams and nightmares #friendship #romance #coming of age #co-written

[voidnoidoid]

Weaktober Prompt 13: Oily

(fried chicken is oily guys trust me)

It was another afternoon at his part time job Ttosikki Chicken for Teddy. Gerard was busy at his other gig at the wedding hall, so it was up to Teddy to handle both his and Gerard’s jobs. Today, it was just him, Toby and the owner at work since it was a Thursday, so not as many customers would come as compared to the weekends. 

“Teddy, the soda shipment is here!” The owner called from the kitchen.

“Got it boss!” He called back. He walked out of the back door to the truck bearing crate-fulls of soda. Teddy groaned, all this was too heavy for him. Usually Gerard would handle this, because he was way stronger. Teddy got to work unloading the soda and transporting them to the fridge. By the end of that, his arms were aching and his back hurt. Wiping sweat from his brow, he returned to the fried chicken stall to help Toby with taking orders and working the cash register. 

Finally, it was time for their regularly scheduled break. Teddy and Toby took off their aprons and sat at a table together. At first, Teddy didn’t think they would get along, given his delinquent background and Toby’s past reputation as a loser. Surprisingly, despite not having much in common, they got on quite well. “How Co doing? Is she feeling better after her stomach ache?” Toby asked. 

Teddy smiled and responded, “Yeah, the vet told me that she just had indigestion from eating too fast. Argh, that fat cat…she’s eating me out of house and home! ” The boys laughed. It’s nice, Teddy thought, not having to worry about stuff like fame or reputation, or kissing Philip’s ass. He’d chilled out considerably after hanging out with Ben and the gang, maybe they were actually having a good influence on him instead of those fakers Chad and Philip. Scarily enough, Teddy found himself grateful that he got beaten to a pulp by Gray. That was a good wake up call. He shivered at the memories of his beatdown. God, he used to be such an asshole. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Toby asked.

“Nah it’s nothin, just some stuff that happened in the past.” 

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A supersized plush teddy bear stood on the streets, dancing, waving and handing out cards and flyers. Inside the suit, Teddy was sweating buckets. Not only was this big bobblehead a sauna for his skull, but it was freaking heavy! Not to mention the full body costume and the fact that he could barely see out of the eye holes! If the rest of the gang saw him like this he would be so embarrassed he'd just die on the spot. At least nobody could recognise him with the costume head on. 

“Oh hey Teddy.”

The bear in question looked up to see a familiar mop of broccoli-green hair. Gerard.

“Wait what?! That’s Teddy?” He heard a voice from behind Gerard- oh no. It was Ben! 

“No way… Teddy in a teddy costume. How funny is that?” Rowan piped up. Shit. Basically everyone was here. Ben, Gerard, Rowan, Alex, hell- even Gray and Eugene showed up. Didn’t they have cram school or something? 

“S-shut up!” Teddy exclaimed, amid Ben and Rowan’s howls of laughter. Alex and Gerard were snickering away and Gray stifled a giggle. Eugene looked like he was gonna explode trying to keep the laughter in. “AUGH!!” Teddy shoved the flyers and cards into Gerard’s hands, then ran off back to Ttosikki Chicken.

He really should have taken the head off while running. Teddy sat on one of the plastic chairs, the bear head finally off and the costume half off. He was panting, his entire upper body drenched in sweat. Shit… that was so embarrassing. He thought. Now they weren’t ever gonna take him seriously again.

After a few minutes, a group of rowdy boys turned the corner and stopped before Teddy. They were all in various states of breathlessness. Ben and Gerard were perfectly fine while Rowan and Eugene were totally winded.  “Hey Teddy, we’re really sorry for laughing at you. We didn’t mean any harm.” Rowan apologised. 

“Yeah dude, sorry about that.”

“It was pretty mean of us.”

“Mhm.” The other boys agreed. Teddy couldn’t find it in himself to be mad. They were all so sincere. 

“It’s chill guys… I accept your apologies. Besides, this is just a stupid costume anyways.” Teddy said.  

“Stupid costumes you say… I have an idea!” Eugene blurted out. Everyone looked at him in curiosity.

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The next week, Teddy was working his usual shift at Ttosikki when he was greeted by a parade of animals. 

“Guys what the hell?!” Teddy burst out laughing. “Cool eh?” Gerard said, posing in his horse onesie. “It was a nightmare trying to find one in my size.” 

Everyone was dressed in a fluffy animal onesie. Ben was a lion, Alex was a dog, Rowan was a chicken, Eugene a penguin and Gray was a cat. “Now we can be embarrassing together!” Ben exclaimed. The boys cheered. 

After he was done busting his gut laughing, Teddy wiped a mirthful tear from his eye. “C’mon, now what can I get for you guys?”

#weak hero webtoon #weaktober #weaktober day 13 #wanted to write something light and fun #short and sweet in contrast to prompt 7 #teddy jin #Alex go #ben park #gray yeon #Eugene gale #rowan im #gerard jin

[fratboykate]

Yelena + pregnancy cravings = Kate going to the ends of the earth to look after her smol queen

Kate sits in a meeting. Her phone is on the long conference table. Screen lights up and it's Yelena. Kate sends the call to voicemail. Thirty seconds later, Yelena calls again. Kate rejects the call again. Not ten seconds later the screen lights up one more time and now Kate is like "m'kay well that's not normal..." so she grabs the phone and tries to sneak out but the entire room turns to look at her. She gives them an awkward smile but keeps walking. She exits the conference room and hastily answers the call.

"Babe...what's wrong?"

"Tuna sticks."

"...What?"

"I need tuna sticks."

"Babe...I...what???"

"Tuna sticks. I'm craving tuna sticks."

"Yel, what the hell is a tuna stick?"

"It's a mozzarella stick but with tuna mixed in with the cheese...a tuna stick."

"Love, you can't call me three times in a row because you have a craving. I thought something was wrong. I'm in a meeting. Can I call you back in like an hour?"

"You're always in a meeting."

"Kinda what happens when you're at work."

"Okay, well...I want tuna sticks."

Kate sighs.

"Can you get some delivered???"

"No. They don't exist."

"What do you mean?"

"I keep googling and it doesn't seem like anyone has ever made them before. Can't find them anywhere. It's tuna mixed with cheese and fried. You'd think someone would have thought of this before. It's like a fried tuna melt."

Kate sighs.

"You're asking for something that doesn't exist and you want it while I'm at work..."

"Correct."

"Okay...that's a stretch. On both fronts."

"Fine. Just say you don't love me then if that's easier. Not like I'm carrying your massive baby or anyt..."

Kate forces a smile and nods at the co-worker that just exited the conference room and stares at her.

"Can I get you a tuna melt and mozzarella sticks? That sounds close enough no? If you take a bite of both at the same time it could..."

"No. Tuna sticks, Kate."

"Where the f...okay. Okay...I'm leaving now. Let me see what I can do."

"I love you."

"Yeah yeah."

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Kate goes to three diners and two restaurants. No luck. Everyone looks at her like she's a fucking lunatic.

She gets to this small deli ran by an old polish man and his wife. Kate's asks and they're like "Nope. Don't sell that." Kate is about to leave when she doubles back from the door and she's basically like "Listen...my thirty six week pregnant insane but beautiful wife NEEDS THIS. She has texted about a hundred and twenty times asking where I am. If I come home without this I will never know peace again. I will pay you a thousand bucks if you make me SOMETHING that even remotely resembles what I need so I can at least say I tried. HELP A BITCH OUT!!!"

The husband and wife look at each other and laugh. He speaks in his cute little accent like "ohhhh, yes. This one had crazy cravings all the time too. I would get in trouble if I didn't find. Let's see how we help." Kate's ass unclenches because she knows she was in for a hormonal induced rage shitfest if she walked into that apartment empty handed.

So little grandpa takes Kate to the kitchen and half an hour later they've made some Frankensteined fried croquette type thing with cheese and tuna and Kate's like "THIS WILL DO! RING ME UP!" but they're like "On the house!" And Kate's like "nah fam let me pay you." But they're like "Go feed your wife!"

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So Kate gets home and she's like..."Your feast, your majesty." Needless to say they're a HIT with the wife (and beeb). Crisis averted.

[This was a whole thing but you can just imagine it now lol. Again...suing tumblr for today's emotional distress]

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Kate goes back to the deli the next day with cash in an envelope and gives them five thousand bucks - one for each little "Tuna Stick" they made - and pops and moms start getting emotional cuz they obviously needed the money. And from that day on, Kate always goes out of her way to come visit them and get some food at least once a week. She takes Yelena like a week later for more and they're like "AH YES THE FAMOUS TUNA STICK LADY!". It becomes one of their spots.

Then one day they come with beeb and they find out they're gonna close and Kate's like "?????? Why????" And they're like "we got priced out of the lease" but they've had this shop for like 30 years and lowkey Kate's like "NOT ON MY WATCH." So the next day she does some sneaky work, finds out who owns the place and calls them up. She's like "Hi, yeah, I'm their business manager...the fuck is this I'm hearing about a rent increase???" (But actually she was charming as hell lol. That's how Kate rolls.) Not only does she get them another year at their current price, she pays like two months of their rent and she also tells the owners that they go through her now for any rent negotiations.

So then she goes back and tells them and theyre all 🥺🥺🥺...But then pops has a stroke and dies like five months later and there's no way moms can do this alone so the shop has to close anyway. Then Kate is like "but what are you gonna do???" And the lady is like "I'll just go back to Poland. I still have family there." And Kate is like ☹️☹️☹️ Then she leaves and she promised to stay in touch but never did and Kate never hears from her again.

And that's the story of how Yelena's crazy craving led Kate to a pair of adopted non-homophobic moms and pops for a while. They def added the Tuna Sticks to the menu lol. The gays forever miss those dumb "sticks" after the deli closes. Kate watched pops make them like a hundred times but for some reason she can never replicate it exactly. Must have been magic hand touch or something.

#this is truly the 97 cent store version of what I had but YOU GET WHAT YOU GET AND YOU CAN BLAME TUMBLR FOR IT #it don't even reach 99 Cent Store standards lol #kyfbau #anonymous #answers #kyfbaup

[bippot]

Summary: Kevin's niece shakes up Jake's little peanut head, in the best way possible. For the first time in his life, he's nervous to even flirt with a girl cause, like, what if he fucks up? That would suck.

Despite how hard he tries, it takes Jake a while to get out of the dreaded friendzone because of overbearing Uncles, pigeons, drunken nights out and the famous Jake Martin reputation.

Tags: Idiots in Love, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Himbo, Slow Burn, Co-workers, Friends to Lovers

The Crew, Jake Martin Masterlist - here

Chapter 12: Daytona

While Y/N was tearfully getting on a plane to her hometown, Jake and the other members of the crew were living it up at the nearest bar. And Jake was really, really living it up. As promised, Kevin bought the first round. Then Jake bought the second. And third. And fourth....Hell, even Chuck couldn't keep up with him. But still, he managed to keep going. He kept drinking and joking and laughing like there wasn't a damn thing wrong with this world.

Or rather, like there was one thing that he was trying his absolute hardest to not think about. Because that thing would ruin his perfect day… So he pushed all those thoughts into the back of his mind as he drank until he felt dizzy. "Woah, Jakey. Take it easy, buddy," Kevin considerately warned him, noticing how much more out of it Jake seemed than usual.

"It's fine, Kev," Jake mumbled, smiling at his friend with all the strength he had left. His cheeks hurt from the constant grin he couldn't seem to wipe off his face. He took another big swig of his drink before leaning over and resting his arms against Kevin's shoulder. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

Then he looked around, trying to figure out where everyone else had gone, or what they were doing. When the question finally occurred to him, he groaned, "Where did everybody go?"

"They're probably in their hotel rooms by now," Kevin said, glancing upward toward the ceiling. A small smile tugged at his lips when he noticed how Jake's eyes followed the movement.

"You gonna join them?" Jake asked, his voice slurring slightly.

Kevin smiled, shaking his head. "Nah. I have a feeling that you need me right here."

Slumping in his chair, Jake finally let himself frown. It was...odd. It was strange. This was supposed to be the best day of his life, the height of his career and he couldn't spend it with who he wanted to. He felt an overwhelming sense of shame at the fact he was feeling sorry for himself because Y/N's grandmother died. A person had died and he was moping around because the girl he likes didn't see his racing victory.

Yeah, he felt like a right asshole.

"Was Y/N's grandmother nice? Did you meet her?" he asked, ignoring the way his voice cracked ever so slightly.

"Oh, Granny L/N? I met her a few times. She was really sweet," Kevin answered, shrugging. "But I didn't know her that well, you know, with her being on Y/N's dad side."

Raising his glass, Jake cheered, "To Granny L/N. Rest in peace, sweet cheeks."

Shaking his head fondly, Kevin watched the younger man down the rest of his drink, sighing heavily afterward. He placed the empty cup down beside him on the table and then turned to look at Kevin. "Want another?"

"You've had enough for tonight, don't you think?" Kevin questioned, raising his eyebrows.

Instead of answering, Jake just shrugged and then stood up from his chair, heading to the bar area without saying another word. Kevin really wished that boy hadn't gone up to the bar. Because there was a pretty girl there who had been eyeing Jake since he walked in. Which wasn't good, considering that he'd had plenty of drinks already.

Not that he was interested, mind you. She looked nothing like Y/N. But, he needed a distraction. And a cute girl was a fine distraction. "Oooh, he's going to regret that in the morning," Kevin quipped as the girl leaned in and kissed Jake. He didn't pull away.

Against the girl's lips, Jake mumbled, "Fuck, Y/N," which caused her to reel back and slap him across the face.

"My name is Amber, you dick."

Kevin chortled and confirmed, 'Yep, definitely going to regret that."

Jake rubbed his cheek and muttered something under his breath, before walking over to one of the tables, plonking himself down and burying his head in his hands. Kevin rolled his eyes and sat down next to him, patting his leg gently to catch the boy's attention. "Hey, let's get you back to your room before you do another stupid thing."

Giving up, Jake nodded absentmindedly but remained silent, too busy thinking about how his night was supposed to end up. But, it didn't turn out like that. Instead, he woke up with a raging headache and a dry mouth and he knew for a fact that Kevin would tell his niece about last night.

Yeah, he was sure Kevin had told Y/N 'the moment' he messed up. He'd fucked up. And he knew he'd have to take some responsibility for it. Maybe Y/N would understand.

But, maybe she wouldn't. That thought made Jake feel even worse. After all, he wasn't exactly making things easy for Y/N right now. Maybe he could never win her over with his bullshit. He hoped he'd be able to convince her one day.

After spending the whole day sleeping, or 'recuperating after the race', Jake decided that it was best to ignore the rest of the world for twenty four hours so that he could clear his head. He spent most of his time on his bed, staring at his phone screen and waiting for a text message from Y/N.

She had messaged him. It had taken a while for it to come through, but he could tell that she'd sent it when she left the raceway. He must've gotten it when he was too drunk to be able to read her name on his phone.

Y/N: I'm so sorry, princess. I'll be back as soon as I can. Please, please know that I know for a fact you're going to do so fucking well. Enjoy your moment!! You deserve it. <3<3

Fuck. He felt even shittier now. He buried his head in the pillow and tried to block everything out. Even though he couldn't quite do that. His brain was too wired to shut itself completely off now. And the image of her beautiful eyes flashed through his brain. And the sound of her soft voice telling him that he deserved his win. And the kiss they shared...

It had been quick, only a millisecond. But still, he remembered every little detail of it. Especially the feeling of her soft lips pressed against his. The way she had held onto him tightly, almost as if she was afraid he would disappear if she let go… He should call her. Right now. Before his hangover got any worse. He reached for his phone, unlocked it and dialled her number.

The phone rang three times and then went straight to voicemail. He tried again two minutes later and, again, it went straight to voicemail. Sighing, he put his phone down on the side table and laid on his side, closing his eyes and hoping that Y/N would call him sooner rather than later.

Liz eventually knocked on his hotel door, worried that she hadn't heard from her son on this day. "Jake, honey? Are you awake?" she called out. She waited for a couple of seconds, listening for the faint sound of something moving inside the room before deciding that she was safe and entering anyway. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm-"

"Jake!" Liz quickly interrupted him. Her expression was stern, but concern shone clearly through her eyes. "What happened?"

Removing his face from the pillows, he sighed quietly, staring up at the ceiling as he began telling her the story. And she listened closely, not interrupting once until he finished, "Oh. Is that it?"

He looked back at her. He was expecting to find anger or disappointment on her features, but all he found was understanding. He blinked a few times in confusion. "What do you mean 'is that it?'"

"So, you kissed a random girl. That is what is freaking you out?" she asked, nodding slowly as she spoke. When she saw him furrow his brows in confusion, she repeated herself more loudly, "That?"

"...Yeah..." he answered hesitantly. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed, especially when she chuckled at his confused state, "Why are you laughing?"

"I don't know. It just doesn't seem very you," she said, grinning softly. "But, I think it's a good thing, sweetie."

"Huh?"

Across all of his years as a casanova, Jake never worried about these things. And now that he did, now he was having a meltdown about it meant that those days were coming to an end. They weren't going to be that fun anymore.

"Darling, what did you expect when you kissed the girl?"

Hearing her words, it took him a second to process them, but once he did, his eyes widened and he blushed furiously. His head jerked up and he stared at her, "I hoped she'd turn into Y/N somehow. I was drunk, okay?"

Rolling her eyes and chuckling at him, Liz crossed her arms and shook her head fondly, knowing her son better than anyone. "Of course, you were, love," she replied. "And you probably wanted to kiss Y/N when you came off the track and was heartbroken when she wasn't there? Don't lie to me now, darling." He glared at her, not wanting to admit how right she was. She merely smiled. "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody. Although, I might want to tease you a bit about it later."

Groaning softly, he laid his head back down again, "Ugh, fine. I'm hopelessly in love, and I hate it. It's fine when she's here, but the moment she's more than five feet away, I...Why am I like this?"

Liz placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly as she answered, "Because, you're human, and humans do silly things sometimes. That's why."

Sitting up slightly, Jake threw a pillow at her, "You're not helping."

She grabbed the pillow and threw it back at him. "Well, you know how much I love teasing you, darling. Now, you're not going to be happy about this, but I think you need to talk to someone about it."

"About what?"

"About your feelings for Y/N." She paused because she knew he wasn't going to like what she was about to suggest. "And I think you should talk to her about it when she gets back."

At that moment, it hit him like a train. She was right. What was he doing sulking in his room like a teenager? This was no longer about his pride. Or, the fact that he was hungover. No, instead, this was about Y/N. And, what was more important was how he could make it up to her. And how he could prove to her that he really loved her. And how he could make it up to Kevin too and prove to him that last night was a fluke. A one off that will never happen again.

But, as he stared up at his mother and saw the concerned look on her face, he couldn't bring himself to agree to anything. He just didn't want to risk it. Not now. Not when he had finally begun to accept the fact that he loved her. Not when he finally understood what being in love actually meant. He needed to stew in this for a fair amount of time. He nodded his head slowly, trying to force the knot of tension that formed in his stomach to loosen and to let go of him. Then he gave his mom a small smile. "I think I might have to give it a bit of time. I guess I'll see when she comes home. I can try to speak to her."

"Good luck."

As if on cue, his phone rang. Jake jumped at the sudden loud noise, causing Liz to chuckle. He ignored her and picked up the phone, pressing the green button to pick up the video call. "Third! You came third, Jakey!" Y/N cheered on the other line. There was joy in her voice and Jake's breath caught in his throat as he looked at the screen to see her smiling brightly at him. And, for some reason, he couldn't stop his mind from calming down.

All of the thoughts were gone and the only thing he could think about was her. How happy she made him. How he wished he could stay beside her forever. How he loved her. And how he wished she knew the truth. "I did. I surprised myself." The grin that crept up on his face was uncontrollable. "Honestly, I thought I was seeing things when I saw my name up so high on the leaderboard."

Y/N chuckled and declared, "I know you've probably heard this over and over again, but I'm proud of you, princess," and that sentence alone warmed his entire body. He felt himself blush bright red as his brain started spinning uncontrollably.

Then her smile faltered as she admitted, "I really wanted to stay for the end. I did so badly."

"Me too. I was looking for you the moment I got out of my car," he replied and suddenly his throat seemed to close and his chest felt tight. He coughed, trying to get rid of the tightness. "I miss you already."

As he said that he attempted to ignore Liz's smug gaze that was directed at him. But, it didn't work, and she immediately turned towards Jake and started poking him playfully on the arm, mouthing the word 'cute' at him while smirking mischievously.

"I miss you too, sweetheart." Y/N's voice sounded softer, almost hesitant. She cleared her throat, changing the subject. "How's your mum?" Jake glanced at Liz briefly before returning his attention back to the screen. He tilted the camera to show his mother next to him, who waved happily at the camera and sent him a thumbs up.

The pair continued to talk and talk without stopping, exchanging jokes and stories, until the sky outside gradually darkened. Eventually, Y/N yawned as her eyelids became heavy, which prompted Jake to yawn too.

"Sorry, princess. We should probably get ready for bed now."

"Okay."

When the two ended their conversation and disconnected, Liz stood up from the bed slowly, stretching her legs. She moved toward the doorway and then stopped to give her son another hug. "Goodnight, baby boy. Try and get some rest, alright?" she told him. "We'll talk more in the morning, okay?" With that, she disappeared into their bedroom leaving him alone with his thoughts.

With his eyes fixated on the ceiling, he began thinking about his plan of action. If there was one thing he learned throughout his life, it was that he always got his way in the end. So, if there was any chance at all that he would convince Y/N that he was a worthwhile boyfriend, well, that's where he would start and he'd build from there.

He'd charmed women before. Many times before. Hell, even more than that. And yet, he'd never really managed to follow through on his attempts to charm Y/N. A few tries had slipped through the cracks. Just not as many as he would've liked. But, now, they would. He had to believe that they would.

What was the worst that could happen?

Oh yeah. He'd mess up one of the best friendships he'd ever had. It would make his work situation tense and ultimately difficult. Who knows, maybe he'd perform worse than he did previously and lose his job to Jessie De La Crap. He'd piss off Kevin, the only guy who had consistently believed in and vouched for him throughout his career.

But, what was the best that could happen?

A loving relationship with the hottest girl he'd ever seen and possibly the most amazing woman in the world. A lifetime spent with her? Yeah, definitely possible. He'd give her the world, just for the privilege of having her in his life. Maybe he shouldn't bother, but fuck, he'd try his hardest anyway.

So, yes, a love like that would definitely make everything easier. Because nothing else could come close to what Y/N represented to him. And, if he could keep her by his side for the rest of his days, he wouldn't regret it. Yeah, he could totally do that. For her. For them.

Meeting back with the crew in Homestead for the Dixie Vodka 400 around a week and a half after Daytona, Y/N was in for a right treat. Obviously, she had no idea about that though. When she first arrived back, her first instinct had been to check out what's going on with the crew in Homestead and how things were between them, and to see if they needed anything from her or each other.

"Jake, why the hell did you let doves loose in the van?!?"

"Ow, this one is pecking at my head."

"That's because your hair looks like a bird's nest, Amir."

Fuck. She was in for one hell of a day.

Chapter 14: Pigeons of Peace

#jake martin x reader #jake martin #the crew

[clintbartonswife]

Love Will Tear Us Apart

Pairings: Steddie, Ronance, best friends!Eddie & Dustin

spoilers for Vol 2 of stranger things under the cut

Summary: what i think happened when the group in the upside down come back to eddie’s cabin.

TW: mentions of blood/death, all that jazz.

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Eddie could feel the blood oozing down his side, gritting his teeth as he tried to loosen the bat that had wrapped around his neck in a vice grip. It seemed pointless, impossible to fight against the swarm that circled above him.

At least Dustin was safe.

Eddie was never one to make the sacrifice play. Hell, he’d been running from that sort of shit all of his life. Something about this though - the end of the fucking world - seemed to awaken something in him.

For the first time in his life, Eddie had fought. He had wanted to fight. And yeah, maybe it didn’t work out perfectly, but he was sure as hell not going to let Dustin die surrounded by slimy vines and demobats.

“EDDIE!”

No.

Eddie craned his head to the side, just about making out Dustin’s figure approaching from the trailer park. Panic flared up inside of him, the fight within him renewed.

He let out a shout of anguish as the bats on his torso dug deeper into his flesh, a new wave of blood pouring out on to the ground below him. 

“You - can’t -” he ripped his left hand free, grabbing the tail around his neck and sinking his nails in, squeezing with all the energy he had left, “- can’t have - him.”

“EDDIE”

A pulse seemed to go through the air, the bats suddenly going limp, falling out of the sky with a pained whine. 

It was over.

He winced, choking on blood as Dustin came to his side. He couldn’t believe the last thing he was gonna see was a shitty grey sky.

“Oh God!” The younger boy fell to his knees beside him, hovering nervously above him, not quite sure of where to put his hands, “Oh God, Eddie-”

He couldn’t feel his legs. 

“Bad, huh?”

Dustin tried to lift him onto his lap. He should be able to feel that. “No, no, no. You’re gonna be fine - we’ve just gotta get you to a hospital”

“Okay.” Eddie shifted his eyes from the sky on to Dustin. Instinctively he found himself searching his face for injuries, a ghost of relief spreading through him at the lack of blood. 

He didn’t allow himself to focus on the look of horror.

Dustin tried again to lift him on to his lap, the movement making Eddie’s vision blur. “Alright, alright.”

“I think...”

Dustin grunted in frustration, “Come on-”

“I think I just - I think I just need a second, okay?” 

“Okay - hey”

He was lowered back down again, choking on more blood as Dustin kept an arm behind his head. It was more comfortable this way, and Eddie made sure to not let his eyes stray from his face. He would be damned if that wasn’t the last thing he saw.

In spite of himself, he smiled.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?”

Dustin started to cry, the tears falling on to Eddie’s cheek. “No. No, no - you didn’t run.”

“You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”

Dustin’s grip tightened, the pressure finally enough that he could feel it even despite the numbness that had spreading throughout his body. "You’re gonna do that yourself”

“Nah, man.” He felt a tear slip from his eye, “Say ‘I’m gonna look after them’.”

Eddie saw the moment his words settled in, a new wave of tears falling from Dustin’s eyes as he shook his head in denial.

“Say it.”

“I’m - I’m gonna look after...” He broke off, a sob wracking through his body.

“Good.” Eddie’s lungs seemed to rattle, “Cos I think I’m actually gonna graduate.”

He tried to laugh, ribs protesting. Instead, he focused on Dustin - to see this look on his face was wrong. The kid always smiled. He decided that tears didn’t suit him.

“I think it’s my year, Henderson. I think it’s finally - my year.”

Dustin averted his eyes and smiled, an anguished smile, but a smile nonetheless.

It hit Eddie then, as he struggled to draw another breath, that after all of the shit he had waded through, he was finally at the end. His mind raced with everything he needed to say - to Steve, to the kids, to his uncle. Yet, sitting in front of Dustin, he knew there was only one thing he could say.

“I love you, man.”

Dustin’s face scrunched up, hitting the ground before finally making eye contact with him, voice trembling. “I love you too.”

He could feel his body giving up, could see his hand in Dustin’s. All he could feel was the cold.

As his thoughts began to clear, looking into Dustin’s face, he surprisingly only had one regret about his life. He had never got to tell Steve that he loved him.

“Eddie - Eddie?”

----

Steve knew something was wrong the moment they rounded the corner.

“I’m just saying, maybe he did die but he just disintegrated -”

“Robin -”

“It’s possible! Right? Everything in here is a mess of weird, grey flaky things and tentacles, who’s to say that he wouldn’t become a pile of gunk when he dies?”

“Robin!” Nancy cut her off, squeezing their entwined hands, “Lets theorise after we get out of here, yeah?”

Steve could see Nancy looking at him for support in his peripherals, but his eyes were fixed on the two figures by the caravans, surrounded by dead demobats. His steps faltered, breath hitching.

“...Steve?”

Robin followed his eyeline, “Holy shit-”

Her voice seemed to break him out of his trance, running faster than he ever thought possible until he skidded to a halt at Dustin’s side. The kid was sobbing uncontrollably, leaning over Eddie.

“Henderson - what’s wrong?”

Dustin only crowded nearer to Eddie, back tensing as his sobbing grew louder.

Panic struck through Steve all at once, “Is he hurt? Henderson! Is he hurt?”

The kid finally looked up, “I -”

The girls came up behind him, Nancy slipping an arm around Dustin’s chest, easing him back so that he leaned on her. “Hey - you’re okay.” she kept repeating, “Dustin, you’re okay.”

As soon as Dustin moved, Steve knew that something was very wrong. Eddie was limp, his head falling to the ground with a thump.

“E- Eddie?”

“He didn’t run,” Dustin sobbed, turning around and burying his head in Nancy’s jacket, “He fought - he fought.”

Steve felt his knees give way, landing heavily on the ground next to the metalhead. “He just - he just needs a hospital, right?” Even as he spoke the words he knew he was wrong, that there was no coming back from this. “We just - we just need to get him to a hospital.”

“Steve -” Robin’s voice was gentle, though he knew her well enough to know she was on the brink of tears.

“No.” Steve reached for Eddie, fists balling up into his jacket as he searched his face for any sign of life. “He just needs help - he just needs...”

His words were stopped by a sob, his hands desperately searching across his boyfriend’s chest for a heartbeat, a breath, anything.

Robin was behind him now, hands on his shoulders, holding him up as he fell apart.

“No, no, no, no, no. He’s not - “ Steve’s voice cracked as he finally registered Eddie’s state, blood covering almost every part of him. Shrugging Robin’s hands off, he leaned over his body, cupping Eddie’s face with shaking hands. “You said you wouldn’t be a hero - you promised me.”

Steve tuned everything out, eyes running over every part of his face before coming to rest on his mouth. Blood had spilled from his lips, bite marks on his cheeks. Steve fought tears as he lifted a hand, to rub the blood away. It didn’t belong there. 

Everything about this situation was wrong.

“Goddamnit, Eddie.”

Steve finally felt the last of his adrenaline leave his system, his head coming to rest on Eddie’s unnaturally still chest. As long as he had known Munson, he had never seen him standing still. He was always fidgeting with something; his hair, his chains, his rings. 

It was one of the things he liked the most about him. He looked so full of life. It was also one of the things he had teased him about the most when they were at school, not that Eddie let it get to him. His harsh words were always met with a sly comment, and when alone, a flirty remark.

His mind went back to a few weeks before he graduated, when he bumped into Eddie in the woods. Steve was avoiding his old friends - not that he could even really call them that - and had somehow stumbled across Eddie’s little sanctuary.

‘Stalking me, Harrington?’

‘You wish.’

‘Just admit you’ve got a crush, Harrington.’

‘Oh, fuck off Munson.’

Despite the tension between them, Eddie had seen the look on his face and offered Steve a seat. He hadn’t deserved it.

They had sat there in near-silence, Eddie obnoxiously drumming a beat on the table with his fingers, until Steve spoke.

‘I’ve always wondered, what does that handkerchief in your pocket mean?’

‘What?’

‘The - the handkerchief.’

Eddie had smirked, a confident smirk that made Steve feel more flustered than he’d ever admit.

‘Know what sadomasochism is, Harrington?’

Steve had blushed.

‘I see you do - good King Steve, a kinky big boy. Who would’ve thought?’

Steve’s defences had sprung up immediately, throwing a ‘Whatever, freak.’ at him before fleeing the clearing. He regretted the words as soon as he had said them.

Now, staring at his bloodied face, he cursed himself for all the time that they had lost. If he hadn’t been so full of pride, maybe they could’ve had months together, a year even. But no, all they had was a small collection of stolen moments - rushed confessions and secret kisses.

“-ve. Steve.”

“What?” His voice came out flat, as if any emotion would cause him to lose himself again.

“We need to go. The others...” Nancy trailed off, though he could fill in the gaps.

“We’re not leaving him here-”

“Steve, we cant carry him through with us.”

Something within him snapped. “We’re not leaving him here to be food for the fucking creep that killed him!”

“Steve we cant -”

“Just -” he choked down the sob that was threatening to take over him, looking up at Robin, “You go through - get Dustin back safe. I’ll - I’ll carry him to another gate -”

“Steve -”

“There’s got to be one on - on the other side of the forest -”

“Steve -”

“By where that newspaper boy died -”

“Steve.”

Dustin knelt in front of him, eyes bloodshot and puffy. “I don’t want to leave him here either, but Ed-” he took a shaky breath, “Eddie would not want us to die in here after everything he did.”

“The bats -”

“Are unconscious now,” Nancy interrupted, “We don’t know how long they’ll stay that way.”

As if to prove her point, a bat close to them twitched.

Robin looked at him, a broken but sheepish smile on her face. “I really don’t want to run from a swarm of rabies again, Steve.”

He stared at Eddie for another moment before reluctantly nodding. 

“I’m sorry Eddie” Dustin whispered, slipping his guitar pick necklace off from around his neck. At Steve’s look, he shrugged meekly, “For his uncle.”

“Right -” Steve nodded absently, “that makes sense.”

Dustin squeezed Eddie’s hand one last time before stepping away, tears falling down his cheeks once more.

“Steve...”

He waved Robin off, “Yeah, I know. Just - give me a minute?”

She nodded, offering him a small smile before stepping back, joining Nancy and Dustin by the trailer. 

“Fucking hell, Eddie. We were supposed to make it out of this.” Steve pressed their foreheads together for a brief moment, wincing at the coldness of his skin. “I never got to -” He broke off, taking a deep breath in before telling him the three words he had most wanted to say. “I love you.” 

Steve faltered for a moment, slipping one of his silver rings off his finger and putting it on his before standing up.

“Let’s just get out of here.”

#steddie #ronance #vol 2 spoilers #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #the upside down #demobats #angsty fic #angst #major character death

[yoditopascal]

Good Days

Urie turns over into his pillow to shield himself from the early morning sunlight peaking through his blinds. It had been about two weeks since the auction house raid, everyone was still trying their hardest to get themselves together but the losses were heavy on both sides. So heavy that the Quinx squad had yet to be placed back on active duty. Arima and Akira weren’t too ecstatic about keeping them on “desk duty” but the physical and mental strain was clearly there, putting them back in the field so soon would definitely get one of them killed. 

Urie knew that he should be getting up and getting dressed but he just couldn’t bring himself to part ways with his pillow. 

‘It smells like him’

He thought as he began to open his eyes only to come to face with a chest. Said chest rumbled with groggy laughter as if the owner had just woken up too. 

“If you wanted to cuddle all you had to do was ask bro.” Urie peaked up over his lashes to meet a toothy close-eyed grin from his messy blonde co-worker. 

Slowly sitting up Urie rubbed his face, wiping the sleep and drool from it as if to look more presentable. 

“What are you still doing here?” He asked with his signature deadpan expression ‘I’m glad you didn’t leave’ he thought to himself. Shirazu chuckled and replied with half-lidded eyes smile still present as ever. 

“Nah you can’t get rid of me that easy.” closing his eyes to yawn Shirazu stretched placing his arms behind his head as he leaned back into the bed and smirked up at Urie

 “Besides if I weren’t here you sure as hell wouldn’t have got up on your own, boy you sure have gotten lazy.”

“Yeah well, I would’ve gotten up sooner had someone not kept me up all night.”

“I didn’t hear any complaints last night.”

“Shut up” Urie turned away hiding the color that briefly rose to his cheeks. Shirazu's chest rumbled with laughter as Urie fought to keep his cool; he always knew just what to say to get a rise out of him every time.

“Man I wish you could see your face right now!”

“You’re still here?!” Urie shouted throwing a pillow at Shirazu’s face, this only muffled the laughter as Shirazu continued.

“Ouch bro that hurt almost as much as this.” he joked, too soon for Urie’s liking as he placed his hand on the large scar that covered half of his abdomen. 

Oh shit, how could he forget.

Urie had had Shirazu move his bedding into his room and had him stay with him so he could keep an eye on his wound.

Glancing down at marred flesh Urie’s stomach twisted with memories of almost losing him. Reaching out he gently thumbed at the skin there as if testing to see if it would fall open under his touch, before turning away to stare out his window again.

“How’s it healing?”

“Huh? Oh this? It’s fine man!”

No it wasn’t fine. ‘I almost lost you' Urie thought turning back to him.

“Does it still hurt?”

“I’m fine, I'm fine! Enough with being all sappy!” Shirazu said throwing the covers off of them as he got to his feet and stretched “Come on man get up we got shit to do!”

“Fine whatever I’ll meet you downstairs.” 

 After getting dressed and brushing his teeth, he figured that should have given Shirazu plenty of time to get ready and head downstairs, Urie headed down to the kitchen where Mutsuki was just finishing pouring a cup of coffee

“Morning Urie” he said setting a bowl of fruit down in front of Saiko at the table who hadn’t looked up from her switch yet.

“Morning,” Urie grumbled, going to pour himself a cup of coffee. He took a quick sip before looking up and asking. “That dumbass still hasn’t come down yet?”

Mutsuki looked at him quizzically, “Who are you talking about?”

“Shirazu he was rushing me to get down here and he’s still not ready yet, what a pain in the ass.”

“…Urie.”

The sound of Saiko’s switch hitting the table startled both of them, the young girl had silent tears pouring down her face as she ran upstairs slamming her door behind her.

“Saiko…” Mutsuki muttered as he watched after her, tears welling in the corners of his own eyes.

“What is he sick or something? What’s going on?” Urie asked slamming his cup down

“Urie…Shirazu’s gone remember?”

“W-what do you mean gone?”

“I-I think you should sit down.”

“No!” He screamed slamming his fist down on the counter knocking over his coffee, the mug had hit the floor shattering on impact, but he didn’t care. Whatever sick joke the gang was playing on him he had had enough of it. 

“What do you mean gone?! He was just here!”

‘I just held him’ he thought.

Urie rushes upstairs taking them two at a time to Shirazu’s room. Everything is covered in a thin layer of dust but for the most part looks exactly the same as he had left it that day, a pile of dirty clothes in his corner, trash can overflowing with crumpled papers and god knows what else, his record player sitting open waiting for him to come home and play the latest SZA album he bought and his bed…

His bed.

Everything on it had been stripped bare and when he touched the cool mattress it all came rushing back to him from two weeks ago.

No wonder everything smelled like him.

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #shirazu ginshi #urie kuki #shirazu x urie #yaoi #fanfic #anime