#talking about her foot but didn’t you say she was lying??? so you agree??? she got shot? oh okay.

[hellavile]

nicki is the prime example of an older bitter woman. she need serious help fr. like to hear her on live stuttering and going on and on about megan and her deceased mother is sickening. she stooped low af fr. all over one line. megan ain’t even say that girls name and it got her yapping out her mouth like somebody grandma. and she’s only proving everyone’s point about her nasty ass husband. now if megan say sum bout her father or brother???? don’t go crying to kenneth or papa about how everyone’s against you cs you’re the queen of rap blah blah.

#and don’t get me wrong. ADORE nicki’s music. i was too a barb. but time and time again has she lessened her value #she continues to bash every woman she collabs w #she has beef with EVERY WOMAN IN THE INDUSTRY. she’s clearly the problem. #she hates seeing anyone be great or do more than her. #i hope megan say a lot more about her lil ass. talking about a mother like that would get a bitch STOMPED in my city #also her doing this dr seuss ass rhyme #LMAOOOOOOO. #giving one fish two fish #talking about her foot but didn’t you say she was lying??? so you agree??? she got shot? oh okay. #៹ ࣪𖥔 ━━━ ꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 .ᐟ ꒱ #megan thee stallion #nicki minaj

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

taedros taedros

part two: taedros twodros ☆ part three: taedros tresdros**NEW wc: 2k reader: femme afab warnings: MINORS DNI EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ -- porn with plot, oral f!receiving, swearing, calling tae a virgin loser as a joke, mentioning the weeknd LMAO summary: loserbestfriend!taerae makes you watch the idol on hbo max with him for movie night, but a certain convertible scene sparks your "curiosity" more than the others... and taerae proves he might not be such a loser after all. :0 omg who am i?? i even wrote in all lower case letters in the fic to throw you off... i know you'll know right away though but that's not the point lmao!! i just didn't think i should be this horny for taerae on main so. here's the dedicated zb1 smut blog no one was asking for (except me. i was asking for it so let me live.) thank you to taerae for posting these pics next to each other and ruining my life. also the idol sucks and sam levinson and the weeknd are horrific for creating it. i only know some scenes from it because i watch comedy commentary videos about it. jennie is beautiful tho love her. ALSO i thought of this title and i cried laughing. mwahaha okay thanks for reading byeeeee

“this is the worst show I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say with a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “i can’t believe we’ve made it through two episodes already.”

🚨 SMUT BELOW CUT -- MINORS DNI -- 18+ 🚨

taerae sighs, “i think i’m gonna need to bleach my eyes.”

“throw some in my ears while you’re at it,” you joke, letting a leg drape over your best friend’s. you’re crammed together in the bottom bunk of his dorm room bed, watching the idol on the tv that’s hung at the foot of it. “i will never, ever be unable to hear the weeknd whispering, ‘stretch that tiny little pussy for me’. and every single day i will beg the lord for mercy.”

“are we sure we wanna watch the third episode?” taerae asks-- shifting a bit next to you. “this show is so graphic.”

“of course the virgin wants to chicken out,” you tease, smacking his stomach with a pillow. he grabs it from you and leaves it there. “you’re the one who wanted to watch it! now you wanna quit two episodes in? not gonna happen. we can make it through this.”

if you hadn’t pressed play at that exact moment, you would’ve heard taerae gulp beside you. 

the intro of the show plays, assaulting your eyes with an up-close and personal view of jocelyn’s bare chest. what else is new? you yawn, hoping the third episode’s graphic scenes (at the very least) won’t be repetitive. bitch has put on a blindfold to end both episodes so far...

sitting with your back leaning against the wall, you try to steal a glance at taerae. his upper back is propped up on his pillow as he lies perpendicular to you, facing the tv screen. you watch his eyes, catching the subtle dilation of his pupils. it could be the light from the television in the otherwise dark room shifting their size, but you find yourself curious nonetheless.

“do you think she’s pretty?” you ask suddenly.

taerae coughs. “me? do i think the actress is pretty?”

you nod, eyes returning to the screen in hopes that the lack of eye contact will make taerae feel comfortable enough to give you an answer.

“she’s pretty, yeah,” he says after a moment. 

“like, you’re attracted to her?” you clarify, throwing another piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“uh,” he hesitates and you feel his legs tense up under yours. “i guess. i mean she’s not really my type, but--.”

“but you like her tits.”

“exactly,” taerae agrees too quickly. “wait, no--.”

“no need to walk it back,” you cut him off with a snort. “boobs are hot. end of story.”

taerae sits up a bit more, seemingly trying to relax after your probing. you didn’t talk to taerae about sex or girls all that much, but you’d be lying if you said the show hadn’t suddenly made you a bit curious. what experience did your lovable loser of a best friend have-- if any at all?

the interrogatory questions you’re suddenly wanting to ask are thrown from your brain, however, as the show now cuts to a shot of the weeknd (you and taerae refuse to call him tedros tedros) and jocelyn in the back of a convertible-- their poor assistant driving these two insufferable cretins down the freeway.

nothing’s out of the ordinary until jocelyn crawls from her seat and lifts one leg to straddle the weeknd. she’s in a slinky tangerine bodysuit and little black shorts and the weeknd’s hands easily envelope her waist. you roll your eyes, already having grown so sick of these two. 

but when jocelyn is suddenly pushed to the edge of the seat, her back against the car door and her head resting on the frame-- your attention is piqued. the weeknd wraps his hands around her thighs, prying them apart so he can pull her shorts to the side just enough to fit his tongue. the actress’s head lolls back over the car door frame; her blonde hair dangling over the side and flowing in the wind. her face is screwed up in absolute bliss and the sounds coming out of her confirm her state.

would she really be screaming like that just from his tongue?

“um,” you hear taerae say and you look over at him curiously. “if-- if he’s good with it, then yeah. she would be, i guess.”

you frown. what was he talking about? if he’s good with what? ... oh fuck, you think as you realize that you’d accidentally said your previous thought out loud. and now poor taerae is stumbling to give you an answer.

what did he say? if he’s good with it then she would be.

“huh,” you mumble, your brow furrowing as you ponder his answer.

you turn back to the tv, but taerae clears his throat. “what?”

“what? what do you mean, what?”

“why did you say ‘huh’ like that?” he asks, the pillow on his stomach rustling as he shifts slightly. “do you not agree or something?”

“oh, uh,” you stutter as you feel your cheeks start to heat, not sure what to say. “um, i guess i wouldn’t know.”

the silence from taerae is deafening as your eyes stay locked on the tv. you’re not sure why you said that. you could’ve just lied. you should’ve just lied.

“are you a virgin?” taerae asks softly. the accusation whips your head around to stare at him angrily and his eyes widen cautiously.

“obviously not,” you answer in a huff. “i just... i’ve never...”

you look down at your lap, picking at the skin on your fingers. you should stop while you can. you don’t need to tell the truth. why are you even considering telling him this?

“no one’s ever gone down on me or anything.”

“oh,” taerae manages to respond after a long moment, but you can’t even look at him.

“yeah.”

another moment of silence. “you shouldn’t be, like, embarrassed by that. that’s... that’s entirely their fault for not prioritizing you, you know?”

your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, the aforementioned embarrassment flushing your skin as you nod. the show is still playing, but you can only hear garbled sounds. why did you tell him that!? now taerae has to awkwardly comfort you when you could’ve just shut your mouth in the first place. you didn’t really talk about these kinds of things with taerae. your best friend was there for movie nights, chinese food binges, laughing until you cry, and most importantly taking the absolute piss out of... 

and here you were making him uncomfortable by randomly talking about your oral virginity.

“would you want me to do it?”

taerae’s voice is so quiet that you’re positive for a moment that you hallucinated it. you look over at your best friend tentatively to find his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping his pillow to his stomach. 

“what?”

taerae blinks nervously. “if you wanted to, you know, try it... i could--.”

“WHAT!?” you shout; hands grabbing the pillow on taerae’s stomach and throwing it across the room. “are you-- are you fucking joking!? you think i’m desperate enough to ask my best friend to eat me out?”

“no, no, no,” taerae respond quickly, hands flying up in defense. “not at all!”

“then what?” you ask, jaw setting in anger as you wait for a good enough answer to keep you from punching him in the balls.

taerae’s lips form the slightest pout. “you seemed really curious about it. i just... i just thought i’d offer.”

you bite your lip as you think. “what do you even know about that kind of thing? I thought you were a virgin loser.”

“ouch,” taerae says but quickly shrugs it off. “i guess you’re only right about half of that statement.”

you frown. even though you’d never talked about it before, was taerae secretly experienced? more experienced than you?

“you don’t have to say yes though,” he adds quickly. “i’m sorry; i probably shouldn’t have said any--.”

“okay,” you cut him off softly.

taerae’s eyes widen in surprise. “okay?”

you nod slowly. “i don’t believe you that you’re not a virgin loser, but if you’re offering...”

taerae sits up, leaning on his hands as a little smirk lights up his face. “i’ll eat you out and then you can eat those words. how does that sound?”

the way your heat flutters at his words catches you off guard. so does the way he swiftly flips you onto your back as you take the position he was just in.

“whoah,” you exhale, your best friend absolutely knocking the wind out of you as he positions himself between your thighs. he takes the hem of your shorts in his fingers, eyebrows raising at you expectantly. you lift up your hips enough for him to shimmy them off, discarding them on the floor without taking his eyes off your still-clothed center.

you glance at your underwear, panic immediately hitting you when you realize you wore the only clean pair that you had left...

a black, lace thong.

they were the only pair left, because you honestly hadn’t had a reason to wear them in a little while.

“fuck,” taerae curses, hands wrapped around the outsides of your thighs. “were you going somewhere after this or...?”

“if you don’t shut your mouth, i’ll be going somewhere before this,” you threaten, but the words come out shakier than you would’ve liked as taerae begins to plant open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. “... ‘s laundry day tomorrow.”

“mm, I see,” he replies, shifting his weight to one hand so he can bring his right hand to your heat. your heart rate rises as he moves towards where you’re quickly growing to need his attention most. two fingers press at your clothed-core gently and the sound of the tv in the background does nothing to dampen the moan that escapes you from just the small amount of pressure.

“laundry day’s coming just in time i think,” taerae says, a smirk highlighting his cavernous dimples in a light you’ve never seen before. “from the way you’re soaking through these.”

“shut up,” you groan, bringing your hands up to cover your face. taerae hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging at them playfully to get your attention. peeking out through your fingers, you glare at him.

“do you want to stop?” he asks, removing his hands quickly. “we can stop if you want to or need to or anything.”

you reach down and grab both of his hands in yours, reattaching them to your underwear. “please keep going.”

he blinks at you for a moment before nodding, pulling your thong down your legs as you lift your hips up for him. taerae lies down fully in between your thighs now, guitar-string calloused hands wrapping around your thighs and guiding them to rest on his shoulders. 

“so pretty,” he whispers. eyes focusing on your throbbing cunt, taerae’s grip on your legs gets a little tighter-- a little more desperate. “really.”

“thanks,” you respond shyly, watching as a bit of steam begins to coat the rim of taerae’s glasses. you can’t help but smile as you reach for them, carefully removing the frames and placing them on the stand next to his bed. 

“thanks,” he echoes. 

“i’m still not convinced that you aren’t a-- oh fuck...” just as you’re about to tease your loser of a best friend again, his tongue finds your core and licks a long stripe up from your opening to your clit. taerae exhales a laugh against your pussy, tongue circling your clit as his hands now take hold of your hips.

“wait, what the fuck?” you whine breathlessly as he works you over with his mouth. “tae, i thought... oh my god.”

“taste so good, baby,” taerae moans like he’s enjoying it just as much as you are. he slips a finger in your entrance carefully, stretching you until he deems you ready for a second. “Think this pussy might be perfect.”

his eyes are closed; eating at you like you’re his favorite meal. it’s hot. way hotter than the scene from the show. way hotter than anything on that stupid show-- in which another sex scene is playing on the screen behind taerae. you suddenly feel so much pity for jocelyn; one of the hardest characters in history to pity. but the fact that there’s no way tedros fucking tedros is eating her out as good as taerae’s eating you out right now is tugging at your heart strings.

“tae,” you whimper, feeling the knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. your hand tangling up in his hair at the nape of his neck causes him to moan into you and the vibration only makes you tug harder. “please, please wanna cum.”

“already? you sure?” he says, disappointment coating his voice. “could eat this pussy all night.”

“holy shit,” you exhale. you didn’t even know taerae was capable of talking like this. the only time he ever said pussy around you was if he was calling you one. now as he looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty dimpled-smile covered in your juices as he continues to fuck you with his fingers and press his thumb against your clit...

you’re nodding frantically now. “please, please tae. make me cum.”

“fuck, baby, okay. whatever you want,” he agrees quickly, the lust in his eyes at your demand reaching a whole new level. he removes his thumb from your clit and the sudden lack of contact causes you to whine pathetically. “sshhh, don’t worry baby. i’ve got something even better, i promise.”

just as some tears from frustration are welling up in your eyes, taerae’s lips close around your clit and he begins to suck. “oh my GOD,” is all you can manage as your orgasm starts to wash over you. “taerae. oh my god, tae... c-cumming.”

you’re grinding your pussy against his tongue now to maximize the friction and the way he lifts your hips a bit to bring you even closer tells you that he���s loving every second of this. your moans match the ones that taerae is mewing into your core. he places your hips back down onto the mattress, holding them steady as you start to squirm a bit from the overstimulation. he continues to lap at you gently as your hand falls from his hair to his shoulder, causing him to look up at you.

your cheeks are red now from both your climax and the new wave of embarrassment that’s creeping up on you. you’re not sure what to say, but luckily taerae’s got you covered.

he inserts two fingers inside of you again and then pulls them out-- covered in your juices. without hesitating, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. “you’ve tasted yourself, right? probably a lot. fuck, i’m so jealous.”

your jaw drops a bit, now doubly unable to speak at the filth pouring out of your best friend’s mouth..

taerae frowns at you. “what? you want to make this awkward now?”

you shake your head. 

“was it good?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he squints slightly. you reach over to his nightstand and grab his glasses, handing them back to him. he puts them on; raising his hand to ruffle his hair.

“you know it was good,” you mumble annoyedly.

he grins. “yeah. i do.”

“UGH,” you groan, hiding behind your hands again. “i hate you.”

“please, pleeeease tae,” he mocks, climbing up closer to your face to really rub it in. “make me cum.”

“SHUT UP!” you shout, hitting his chest with your fists in annoyance. “do not get cocky about this.”

taerae shrugs, biting his lip to keep from smirking. “i guess you never wanna do this again then?”

you sigh defeatedly before replying softly, “i didn’t say that.”

“good,” he says with a smile-- shifting to the edge of the bed and standing up. “i’m gonna get you some water and a towel, okay? don’t move a muscle.”

you don’t. taerae had made sure of that with the orgasm he’d just pulled out of you. as the door to his dorm room closes behind him, you’re left with only your thoughts and the sound of that shitty tv show playing in the background. you reach for the remote weakly, pressing pause on a bizarre scene of the weeknd jerking it over a clothing rack (?).

all you can think about, though, is taerae lapping at your pussy like a starved man. what the fuck just happened? did you really just let your best friend eat you out?

and how the fuck had he managed to leave you wanting more?

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[mekochansblog]

Really in an IKEA?

Five hargreeves x demon reader

- cursing, a slight of 18+

- this is also something new that took me a while.

Today was like any other day for Five Hargreeves. He started off his day by heading to Griddy’s for a coffee and a plain donut. Heading to his next destination; IKEA. After stopping 3 apocalypses, or trying he should say he finally got his retirement with his family around him. Klaus “nicely” asked if he could accompany him to IKEA to start buying Five and himself furniture for their new house. With a lot of complaining all coming from Five of course he reluctantly agreed. Going inside the store he headed upstairs to where they had all the models and stuff they had; hoping to find Klaus in the huge store that he told Five to meet him. He started murmuring the names of the furniture, some just coming out in gibberish. While purposely saying some of these names wrong a portal of some sort opened in front of him just a foot away from him. He mentally sighed and got ready to fight whatever the fuck was going to come out. He should have been used to all this weirdness, but then again it has been 10 years since everything changed. 

A rumble happens and then black smoke, then everything disappears as if a black portal like hole didn't just appear. Five heard a groan and looked down, where the portal once was, now a girl around his age was lying down on the ground. He slowly squatted down and looked at the mysterious girl. She stood up quick and looked at Five. Five startled backs up a bit; and also stood up. The girl then looked around then at Five. She tilted her head and scanned him up and down. Five gulped; he had no idea why this girl made him nervous. 

“Hi I’m Y/N you summoned me… in an IKEA? Let me guess you were trying to say the names weren’t you?” 

Y/N scolded Five while all Five could do was stare at her. She looked like an angel that fell from heaven. Maybe she was, he still didn’t know, but looking at her black wings and small tail and horns kind of gave it away that she probably wasn’t from heaven at all, not even close. He zoned her out while still staring at her. When Y/N finally catch on that he wasn’t paying attention to a word she was saying; she finally stopped talking. 

“Well are you going to introduce yourself or am I just going to call you a fucking nickname?”

Y/N finally said. Five finally zoned back in and let out a sigh.

“I’m Five. Five Hargreeves.”

 He finally murmured. She gazed at his emerald green eyes; the eyes that made her want to search every leaf in the planet and see which one matched his eyes. His hair; chestnut brown hair that reminded her of her favorite chocolate. When she looked at him all she saw was a lithe body. She mentally smirked that he was going to be a great treat for you. You slowly walked up to him and leaned a little too close to comfort for Five. She then thought of it. A great idea.

“I’m feeling quite generous, you know? So I'll make you a deal; you can keep your soul if and only if you ask for something nobody has ever asked for.” 

He looked at you and then thought about your deal; he didn’t mean to summon you, so he thought about it long and hard. You slowly felt yourself getting impatient. How long does it take for someone to make up their fucking mind. Then he smirked and looked at you.

“Fine, be my girlfriend and stay with me forever.”

Five finally said his wish. Your eyes widened; well then. You did say he can keep his soul if it’s something no one has asked for; that being said. It’s something you clearly haven’t heard. You gulped and looked at him. Well he is handsome and he looked like he could probably rock your body. You took your hand out for him to shake. He looked at your hand and then you. He shook his head and leaned to you and kissed you; well you didn’t expect that; but you let him be and kissed him back.

That was two years ago; yet here you were still with Five. You didn’t mind. He was really affectionate once you both got comfortable with each other. You later on told him what you were and how you became a demon. He never judged you, never put on a face with you. He understood in his own way. For the first time you genuinely felt love and cared for. When the first year passed he dropped the big question. You were ecstatic and said yes a million times. The wedding reception was small, with it just being his family and their partners. Of course you didn’t know your own parents, being born a demon didn’t really help the situation. While thinking about the past year, Five finally got home to you. You admired the way Five looked coming from work. You slowly savor the way he was looking; Five was taking off his tie and ruffling his hair, he then leaned his head back and sigh.

“Well fuck me pulcher, you look mouth-watering.” 

You said while still eyeing him. He side eyed you and smirked; that smirked that made your knees weak and your pussy aching. You groaned and wined. He was doing this on purpose; and you knew it. You gulped and choked on your own saliva. That’s when Five started chuckling at the way you were acting. 

“Stop laughing at me it’s not funny at all podex!”

Y/N playfully threatened her husband while he headed to the kitchen. She then stood up from the couch she was sitting on and walked to the kitchen also. Five was looking for something; what Y/N didn’t know. That was until Five took out the cat treats and lightly shook them. You heard your cat meowing and a little pitter patter of tiny paws heading your way. You and Five looked down to see your cat Luci short for Lucifer; after finding out your dad was the king of hell. It shocked you more than your husband surprisingly. Once you found out he started visiting more often. Five for some reason looked like he was used to the supernatural and things that were not from this world. When you found out why he was used to it; it did not surprise you. Turns out your husband had powers ten years ago. You shook your head and stopped thinking about the past. Looking at your husband made you fall in love with him; you would do anything for him.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

Five said softly to you.

“Like what?”

You murmured, still staring at him.

“ Like you’d give me the world if I wished for it.”

Five finally confessed to you. All you could do was smile fondly at him and softly grabbed the cat treats he still had in his hand. You put them down on the counter and grabbed his hand with so much tenderness and care. As if he was a porcelain doll, that will break if you weren’t gentle. 

“Because vir meus i will do anything, I would burn the world just for you, I would let everyone and anything die just to see you happy.” 

All Five could do was smile at you with so much love and kiss you with so much passion.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Heading to Your siblings-in laws house; you reminded yourself that you brought everything. Being in public didn’t really scare you; you were able to hide your wings and tail and horns. You pretty much looked like any other young adult. Knocking on the door one of your favorite brothers-in-laws opened the door. He grinned and grabbed your arm and hugged you.

“Y/N it 's been a while, como estas, y Five?”

Diego said while he stopped hugging you and lightly pulled you to the living room where everyone was except your husband. You shrugged your shoulders, because you actually didn’t know. He didn’t tell you; you didn’t find it weird he tended to do that for some reason. All Diego did was shrug his shoulders also. Once getting to the living room you saw everyone and your husband. You and Diego blinked and you walked up to him and hugged him. While you sat down Klaus sat next to you and had a small talk with you about anything that will pop in his mind. Diego walked up to Five and saw his brother’s face. He had that face when he saw Lila. He smirked and lightly elbowed him on the ribs. Five huffed hating that he got interrupted looking at his wife. He turned to Diego with an annoyed face.

“What Diego?” 

Five lightly growled at Diego. All Diego did was put his hands up in surrender.

“Nothing, nothing it’s just… I’ve never seen you so in love; not even with Dolores man, I’m just happy for you; you know.”

Five processed what his brother said and lightly breathed in.

“Did you know that she wears the smell of blood and death like a perfume; but the smell intoxicates me. This might have sounded weird and not even related to what you just said. I love her and she made me the happiest I've been; but thank you, not that you needed a thanks.”

Five murmured to his brother. Diego looked at him weirdly with the comment about the perfume but shook his head lightly. He knew his brother was deeply in love, so he’ll let him be. After all…

He did found his love in an IKEA.

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pulcher: handsome

podex: asshole

Vir meus: my husband

como estas: how are you

y: and

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𝖕𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖕 | 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 | 1

Summary: “She’s like you’ve been pistolwhipped.” He bit his lip angrily. “Hits you right in the head and makes it spin. I used to hate it. But now? I’ve turned out like every other guy; had one hit of her and… I’m addicted. So yeah, pretty much.”

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A/N - Second book of the series! Feedback is much appreciated and it’s my fuel, so don’t hesitate to give any constructive criticism and/or feedback!

BAD DAY AT BLACK ROCK

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : CYNICAL - EMEI

“Thanks for helping rebuild the roadhouse, sweetie.” Ellen smiled, taking my hand, and I glanced at the tribute to Ash in the centre of the largest wall there. “You’re a real help.”

“No problem.” I replied with a grin. “It’s the least I could do after you agreed to give me a job, especially when...” 

“Remind me to kill him when I next see him.” 

“I’ll do it myself, don’t you worry.” 

“Beer for the gentleman over there.” Jo nodded towards the other end of the bar, and I took the task up, quickly uncapping a beer and sliding it down the table. “So, you broke it off with James?” 

“Sadly.” 

“He was good for you, though. Real salt of the earth.” 

“Nowadays you don’t get salt of the earth, do you?” I chuckled, then went to the next patron. “What can I get you?” 

“Whiskey, sweetheart.” The man smirked. “Neat.” 

“Coming right up.” I poured a glass of whiskey, passing it to him. 

“Wait.” Jo smirked, turning me around. “Is that the corset you used to wear when your parents weren’t around? Y’know, when we’d have nights where we were just managing the roadhouse by ourselves?” The corset she was talking about was black and had hints of lace, while I wore an oversized plaid shirt over it with Jo’s abandoned and faded shorts, cause it always had looked better on me (with mutual agreement. In Jo’s words, ‘I had more legs to show off.’, but all girls are gorgeous in their own right. Jo has a more feminine body than mine.). I’d rolled up the sleeves of the plaid halfway up to my elbows for more practicality, of course, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to work.

“Ivonne Hazel Rainer, you wore things like that while I was gone?” Ellen snapped in her mother tone.

“It was for kicks!” I laughed, putting my hands up in mock surrender. “But I found it and I was like ‘why the hell not’.” 

“I still haven’t forgotten the time you came home with golden hair.” 

“I never will, either, trust me.” Ellen went to serve more patrons, but then Jo gave me a look. “What?” 

“Don’t think I don’t recognise that plaid.” She sighed. “That’s Dean’s.” 

“I didn’t notice.” 

“It reeks of his cologne.” 

“How do you know what it smells like?” 

“Because he’s literally the only one who wears it?” 

“Touché.” I sighed, then cracked open a beer for myself. “He hasn’t contacted me in two months.” 

“You sit back. I’m gonna kill him.”

”Dude.” Sam groaned, lying on the bed. “Bela stole that rabbit’s foot from  us. We need to get it back before I die.” 

“I’m working on it.” Dean snapped from his perch at the table. “But if she doesn’t want to be found, she’ll be damn hard to find.” 

“Then do you know anyone who could?” Dean but his lip, frowning. “Earth to Dean?” 

“Maybe…” He sighed, “definitely… Ivonne Rainer.” 

“Then call her.” 

“We haven’t spoken in two months, and we didn’t exactly end on good terms!” 

“Screw good terms, just do it.” Sam took out his phone, holding it out to Dean without managing to hurt himself. “Call her.”

”She’s not gonna pick up. And we can’t track her, cause the rules with Bela apply to her too.” 

“Call the roadhouse, then. They rebuilt it, and Ellen and Jo might be able to tell where she is.” 

“Ellen probably wants to kill me.” 

“So thank your lucky stars if Jo picks up.” Dean reluctantly took the phone, calling the Roadhouse.

The phone rang, and Jo picked it up while I chatted to a man who had apparently come from Britain. 

What can I say? I’m a sucker for a British accent. 

“So, are you free after your shift, darling?” He asked, white teeth glinting. 

“I could be.” I smirked, leaning forward on the counter. 

“How about I get your number, for starters?” He slid a napkin forward, and I took out a pen just as Jo cleared her throat. “Yeah?” 

“Code Red.” She whispered, and I nodded, turning to the guy with a smile. 

“Rain check on that number?” 

“‘Course, sweetheart.” 

I went over to the phone, winking to Jo as I took it. “Harvelle’s Roadhouse; this is Ivy speaking.” I heard a pause from the other end, so I frowned. “Hey, buddy, I’ve got customers waiting, so speak up before I hang up.” 

There was a sharp intake of breath. ‘Beanie.’

I’ll be damned if I didn’t recognise that voice. 

“Son of a…” I breathed, my hand tightening on the telephone. Remind me to kill Jo, please. “Dean.” 

‘Hey.’ 

“Don’t ‘hey’ me. What do you want?” 

‘Help.’ 

“Yeah, help with what?” 

‘We need to track down a girl named Bela. There’s a cursed rabbits foot that she stole from us, and Sam could die in a week. We need to get it back.’ 

“And you need me to help?” 

‘You’re the best tracker I know.’ 

“Sweet words, Dean. Use ‘em on someone else.” 

‘Please. I don’t care what I have to do to make it up, but help Sammy.’ 

I gritted my teeth, closing my eyes, and I could feel an anticipating silence on the other side. “Call Bobby, get whatever you can on her. I’m coming.” I put down my phone, then turned to the British guy. “Sorry, man, but you’re gonna have to catch me another day. Family troubles.” I held my hand out to Jo, who chucked me the keys to my Mustang. “And you’re in for a hell of a telling off when I come back.” I picked up my wallet, stored my gun in my waistband, put on gloves, saluted to Ash’s portrait and left, getting into my car and flooring it.

Hours later, I pulled up at the motel, getting out of the car and walking up to the room door that Dean had texted, and I knocked sharply. I heard clattering, and a couple of loud curses, then Sam opened the door, a grin appearing on his face when he saw me. 

“Ivy!” He laughed, pulling me into rather a clumsy hug. “Thank god you’re here.” 

“Thank god I’m here, yeah.” I walked in, throwing my satchel down. “This rabbit’s foot better be worth it, cause I just missed a hot date with a British guy-“ I came face to face with Dean, who was stood up and looking at me like he’d seen a ghost. 

“Ivy.” He nodded slightly. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on the red plaid I was wearing with a look in his eyes that I couldn’t place. Then they moved to the corset, then my shorts, and he bit his lip. I fought back a blush, instead staring straight into his eyes with what I hoped was indifference.

“Dean.” I smiled a bit, then got straight to business, taking out a map. “Ok, so, Bela Talbot, born in 1979, shocker, and she’s everyone’s favourite black magic arms dealer. She takes valuable or dangerous items, like cursed objects and the works, selling them to the highest bidder. And the things she sells? Well, they rack up millions. I’ve tracked her scent to this apartment in Queens, but she’ll be booking it tomorrow evening. Best to hit her fast.” 

“How did you figure all this out?” Sam asked, peering at my map. 

“I know how she thinks. Bela and I have been frenemies since we first met on one of my hunts eight years ago. One’s out to destroy the bad and the other to sell it; it’s bound to cause rifts. Now I’m gonna go confront her, get the rabbit’s foot and get back to my job.” 

“And the hot date.” Dean scoffed. 

“And that.”

”With the British guy?” Sam chuckled. 

“What can I say? Girls are suckers for a British accent. As long as it’s not a chav accent, no, I don’t like those.”

Dean and I were walking towards the car after fixing Sam up so he wouldn’t break anything or hurt himself, but I could feel the tension like it burned my skin, especially as we got in the car. 

It actually started to feel claustrophobic after a few hours.

“Ivy, I just wanna-“ 

“This isn’t for you.” I cut in, staring straight ahead. “I’m doing this so Sam won’t die.” 

“And yeah, I’m thankful for that.” 

“Let’s leave it there, then.” 

“Ok.” His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white, and he looked like he was actively trying to keep his eyes off of me. “How have you been?” 

“As good as I can be.” 

“That’s fair.” 

“Ok.” 

“Can we at least try to talk normally while this is happening?”

”No.” 

“You don’t wanna fix this?” 

“Let’s just get the rabbit’s foot and then do the mushy discussion.” He tried to speak, but I held up a finger as we pulled up. “Capiche?” 

“Fine.” We got out of the car, taking out our guns as we broke into Bela’s room. Dean stuck a post-it note on the wall, and I gave him a look before dragging him back just as Bela came our way, holding a gun. Then she saw the post it note and turned around, spotting Dean. “You left without your tip.” She smirked, drawing her gun with a look I knew all too well. Then I tapped her shoulder with my gun, and she whipped around, gun now trained on me while mine was on her.

“Hi, Bela.” I waved, flicking my safety off. “Long time, no see.” 

“Ivy.” She smiled. “How long’s it been?” 

“One year, give or take.” 

“Long year, especially with your quick trip to tell.” 

“We’re not here to talk about that.” I snapped. “You’re gonna give it back.” 

“Sweetie. No I'm not.”

“It’s cursed, Bela. Lose it and you could die.” 

“You'd be surprised what some people would pay for something like that.” 

“Really?” Dean scoffed. 

“There's a lucrative market out there. A lot of money to be made.” Bela laughed. “You hunters with all those amulets and talismans you use to stop those big bad monsters. Any one of them could put your children's children through college.” 

“So you know the truth, about what's really going on out there, and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief?” 

“I procure valuable items for a select clientele.” 

“Yeah. A thief.” 

“No.” She smirked. “A great thief.”

”Bela, Dean’s brother touched the foot.” I reasoned. “And you know how it works.” 

“Take it, then.” Wait for it. “For 1.5 million.” 

“Sure, let me just call my banker.” I scoffed, then held up the rabbit’s foot in a gloved hand. “Or this. You know about my sticky fingers, Bela, you’re used to this by now.” Then I took the gun out of her hand, emptying the clip before running out, Dean following and taking the rabbit’s foot from me. I glared at him, sighing. “You do know that you have to keep that on you at all times, right?” 

“Yep.” He nodded, storing it in his jacket pocket and zipping it up. “I’m aware.” 

“If you lose it, I’m booking, it cause I don’t wanna deal with this.” I gestured to all of him, and he bristled. 

“You just gestured to all of me.” 

“That’s what I mean.” We got in the car, and he started it, driving back to the motel. 

“Where’d the tattoos come from?” 

“One I got seemingly in hell, the other I got about a month ago at a tattoo parlour.” The second was just above my waistband. It looked like this: 

𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖆 / 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖘

“That’s life or death in Latin, right?” 

“You bet.” We stayed in silence for a while, until he spoke up again. 

“Good work with Bela back there.” 

“Thanks.” I found the courage to look at him, and smiled a bit. “You too.” Then I got a call, so I picked it up. “Talk to me.” 

‘Give it back.’ Bela demanded from the other end. 

“Sure, just hand over 1.5 million and we’ll call it quits.” 

‘I hate you.’ 

“Same here.” I grinned. “C’mon, you knew that the Winchesters had me in their arsenal. Why mess with them when you knew I was coming in?” 

‘I wasn’t expecting them to call you of all people.’ 

“Then you didn’t think outside the box. Sorry, Bela, but you know the rules. Finders, keepers, snoozers, losers.” I cut the call, then Dean spotted another tattoo. On my neck. It was the date I went to hell in Roman numerals, but it was mostly hidden by my hair.

“You have a hell of a lot of tattoos.” 

“Yeah? Well, hell does that to you. You’ll see what I mean when you get there.” 

“Don’t be like that.” 

“You know what? I will.” 

We reached the motel, but saw two hunters in there who had tied up Sam. I took my gun back out, and we went up to the door, hearing the last words of the guy. 

“That guy’s named Kubrick. Certified psycho.” I whispered, and Dean took out his gun too.

“It's God, Creedy.” Kubrick smirked, pointing a gun at Sam. “He led us here for one reason. To do His work. This... is destiny.” 

“Nope.” Dean shrugged, both of us entering and cocking our guns. “No destiny. Just a rabbit’s foot.” 

“Put the gun down, you two, or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall.” 

“Oh, this thing?” Dean smirked. 

“Yeah, that thing.” 

Dean started to put his gun down and so did I, hoping that he had a good plan. “Okay. But you see, there's something about me that you don't know.” He picked up the pen next to his gun. 

“What’s that?” 

“It’s my lucky day.” He threw the pen, and it lodged perfectly into the barrel. The heck?! He laughed loudly, turning to me. “Oh my God, did you see that shot?!” 

“Yeah, I did!” I snapped back, my eyes glowing blue as I swept my hands to the side, taking the gun out of Kubrick’s hands. Creedy launched a punch at Dean, but he sidestepped and Creedy stumbled straight into me, and I took his head, slamming it straight into the wall, knocking him out. Dean picked up the remote, throwing it towards Kubrick and hitting him right in the gap between his eyes, knocking him out immediately. He turned to Sam with a childish grin, amazed by himself. 

“I’m Batman.” He chuckled. 

“Yeah. You're Batman.” Sam grimaced. I took out my knife, cutting him loose and checking him for serious injuries. 

“Ok, Batman,” I sighed, “we need to burn this rabbit’s foot.” 

“All right. Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it.” I thought aloud, then held my hand out for the rabbit’s foot. 

“Hold on a sec.” Dean bit his lip, scratching some lottery tickets as fast as he could. 

Sam groaned. “Dean, you-“ 

“Hey, back off, Jinx. I'm bringing home the bacon.” He then stored the tickets in his jacket, and took out the rabbit’s foot. “All right, say goodbye, ‘wascawy wabbit’.” 

Then a gun cocked. 

“You have to be kidding me.” I sighed, looking up to see Bela holding a gun. 

“I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or, you know, whatever.” She smirked. “Put the foot down, honey.” 

“No. You're not going to shoot anybody.” Dean chuckled. “See, I happen to be able to read people. OK, you're a thief, fine, but you're not—“ Bela shot Sam’s shoulder, and he went down. “Son of a-“ 

“Yeah, you can read people.” I hissed, secretly taking the foot from Dean. 

“Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger.” She pointed it at Sam. “You’ve got the luck, Dean. You, I can’t hit. Him? I can’t miss.” 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Dean gasped. “You don't just go around shooting people like that!” 

“Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people? Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now.” 

“Hey, Bela?” I called out with a grin. 

“What?” 

“Think fast.” I threw the foot at her, and she caught it, the luck transferring to her. Her eyes widened as she turned her gaze on me, and I winked. 

“Damn.” She cursed, and I laughed. 

“So, whaddya say we burn this thing and make sure that all three of you live, hm?” She reluctantly dropped the foot in the fire, rolling her eyes. 

“Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer.” 

“Wow, I actually don’t feel bad about that. Sam?” Dean smirked. 

“Nope. Not even a little.” Sam agreed. 

“Maybe next time I'll hang you out to dry.” She hummed, leaning on the gravestone next to Dean. 

“Oh, don’t go away angry.” Dean pouted, then straightened his face. “Just go away.” 

“See you another time.” She smirked, then walked off. 

“You guys good?” I asked, checking the foot was ashes before extinguishing the fire. 

“We’ll live.” Sam smiled. “Thanks, Ivy.” 

“Yeah, we owe you one.” Dean nodded. 

“Don’t mention it.” I grinned. 

“I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck. Oh! I forgot we're up $46000. I almost forgot about the... scratch tickets.” Dean checked his jacket, which had no scratch tickets. 

“Bela did a number.” I laughed. “Anyway, I have to get going. Tyler the Englishman awaits.” 

“Or… you could stay.” Sam suggested, stepping forward. “C’mon, we’d be toast without you. Charred bread. The hot date can wait.” 

“Sam-“ 

“Please?” He flashed his puppy eyes, making me frown and close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. 

“Ok, fine.”

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[numinousmysteries]

Dancing the Tandava (4/10)

[on Ao3] @today-in-fic

Geneva, Switzerland 2023

Hannah forgets William’s parents were coming to visit until she hears knocking on the door. She’s been up all night in a panic and is so tightly wound that the sound of the knock makes her whole body flinch.

Last night, she and William had been watching a movie on his laptop, both lying face down in his bed, propped up on their elbows. He has a nearly encyclopedic knowledge of old sci-fi and horror B-movies, and, after learning she’d never seen Plan 9 From Outer Space or Attack of the 50-Foot Woman, he’s made it his personal mission to expand her horizons. As aspiring physicists, they’ve made a game out of poking holes in the films' plots, but she can tell he genuinely enjoyed them.

They were midway through The Thing when William got a call. Dr. Bellona needed his assistance immediately for a special project at the large hadron collider. She heard William agree to come into the lab even though it didn’t make any sense. They were both research interns for Dr. Farber, whose office was next door to Bellona’s. Besides, interns aren’t certified or trained to work directly on the collider, and they’re never urgently needed at 9 p.m.

“Bellona?” she asked. “Didn’t you say you saw him doing something weird near the Shiva statue on your way home today?”

“Yeah,” William replied, getting out of bed. “I guess now I can ask him what he was up to.”

Hannah had a bad feeling. She bit her lower lip and tried to resist the impulse to pull him back onto the bed as he rose up.

She watched as he pulled a thick navy sweater over his gray t-shirt. A thin line of his toned abdomen peeked out as he lifted up his arms and she forced herself to look away. William is her best friend, the first person she’d ever met who could keep up with her in debates about loop quantum gravity. He’s also undeniably hot: Tall and lean, with piercing blue eyes, and a strong jawline. She teases him for being a jock because he played varsity basketball and baseball in high school, but she secretly appreciates his body as much as his mind.

They’re only friends, though—and roommates and co-workers but nothing more. They don’t talk about their dating lives, although based on how much time he spends either with her or at the lab she can’t imagine his is any more exciting than her own non-existent one. Sure, she feels an electric jolt whenever his hand grazes hers, but William Mulder could probably get any girl he wants. Well, maybe if he toned down his own nerdiness a little.

“I’ll be back soon,” he said, leaving her alone on his bed. Hannah groaned in protest but she could already hear the apartment door shutting behind him.

She waited up for him to return. An hour, then two, then three. She texted and called him but he didn’t respond. Finally at 1 a.m. she pulled a puffy coat over her pajamas, slipped on a pair of boots, and marched down to the ATLAS facility at CERN where she and William worked. She tapped her key card to the sensor at the door but it lit up red and didn’t open. When it failed two more times, she knocked at the door, getting the attention of a security guard she hadn’t seen before.

“Can I help you?” he asked, poking his head out the door into the cold night air.

“Um, I left something at my desk. I just wanted to come pick it up.”

“You’ll have to come back in the morning,” the security guard said sternly. “There’s been an incident and the entire facility is on lockdown.”

“An incident?” she asked, scrunching her brow in concern. It seemed too quiet for there to have been an accident at the facility. There were no sirens or crowds assembled. “What kind of incident?”

“Not sure,” he said. “But someone’s gone missing in the collider tunnel.”

“Missing?” she asked. It wasn’t possible. The large hadron collider was housed in an underground tunnel made of reinforced concrete. It was huge, nearly 17 miles in circumference, but entirely enclosed. There was nowhere for someone to go missing.

The guard just shrugged and started pulling the door closed.

“Wait—” she said, yanking the glass door back open. “Who is it?”

“An intern, they think,” he said. Then he shut the door.

Hannah’s bad feeling got a lot worse.

Back at the apartment, she spent the rest of the night texting other interns in their cohort to see if anyone knew what had happened, but everyone was either asleep or equally clueless.

When she heard the knock at the door she perked up, thinking it was William and he’d forgotten his keys. She didn’t expect to see his parents there instead. She met them once before, when she stayed at their home for a weekend over the summer. William’s mother, from whom he inherited his eyes and coloring, was a doctor and scientist, the kind of accomplished and serious woman she hoped to one day become herself. His father, who looked nearly exactly like an older version of William, was funny and, as William warned, did tell some strange stories but she found them fascinating. Hannah sat aghast as Mr. Mulder recalled a liver-eating monster, a telekinetic killer, and satanic PTA members. William and his mom only rolled their eyes, clearly having heard (or, in Dr. Scully’s case, lived through) these tales before.

Now, she watches as William’s mother’s face drops when she tells her he’s gone.

“Where is he?” his father shouts, cutting through her shock.

Hannah tries to answer, but she only starts crying harder. Dr. Scully drapes an arm around her and leads her to the living room sofa. The coffee table is cluttered with her and William’s books and notebooks and the remains of their takeout dinner from the night before. They would have cleaned up after the movie but then William was called away.

Hannah buries her head in her hands, trying to slow her hyperventilation, as Wlliam’s mom sits down next to her, rubbing her back. She’s ashamed to be such an emotional mess in front of them, but she can’t help it.

“Mulder, why don’t you get Hannah a glass of water?” Dr. Scully asks softly. William’s parents call each other by their last names, a holdover from their days as FBI partners. He said it was embarrassing, but she thinks it’s sweet.

Mulder returns with the water and Hannah sips it slowly.

“Hannah, can you tell us what happened?” Dr. Scully asks gently, still with a calming hand on her back.

Hannah takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Scully,” she says.

“Dana,” William’s mom interrupts. “You can call me Dana.”

“Okay,” Hannah continues. “He was called in last night to assist on a project with the large hadron collider, but he never came back. I went down to our worksite and they told me he’d gone missing inside the LHC tunnel. But that’s impossible. The tunnel is fully enclosed.”

She pauses to wipe the tears off her face with her sweatshirt sleeve. “I think this physicist Dr. Bellona has something to do with it. William saw him yesterday leading some sort of ritual outside the Shiva statue and then he was the one who called William last night.”

“What Shiva statue?” Mulder asks, his eyes darting from Hannah to his wife.

“Um, there’s a statue of the Hindu god Shiva right behind our building. Apparently, Dr. Bellona was chanting and scattering something there with these other people and he kind of stared down William when he saw him.”

“We have to go see that statue,” Mulder says, already headed to the door. His frenetic energy reminds her of William when he’s excited about a new idea.

“Is that okay, Hannah?” William’s mom asks. “Can you come show it to us?”

She guides them outside to a courtyard in between her apartment and the neighboring office building. There, on a granite podium, stands a giant brass model of a majestic Shiva dancing in a fiery halo. He has one foot on the back of a smaller being, and the other raised in the air in celebration.

“This is it,” she says. “It was a gift from the Indian government. What do you think Bellona was doing here?”

Mulder steps forward to examine the statue.

“I don’t know,” he says, rubbing his fingers along the engraved plaque on its base. “But I saw this same symbol earlier this morning in the taxi that took us here from the airport. The driver had a medallion hanging from his mirror that looked exactly like this.”

“It’s probably a coincidence,” Dana says. “But I have to admit, it’s odd. Why is there a religious statue at a scientific center?”

“There are parallels between the story of Shiva dancing the universe into existence and the movement of subatomic particles,” Hannah answers. As a self-proclaimed atheist, she’d asked herself the same question upon coming to CERN, confident that all answers could be found in science. But the more she learns about particle physics, the more mysterious the world seems. “Carl Sagan called Shiva’s cosmic dance the most elegant and sublime representation of the creation of the universe.”

“She quotes Sagan,” Mulder says, smiling. “No wonder William likes you so much.”

Hannah blushes. Glancing down, she spots a green, trifoliate leaf on the pebbled ground. It’s bright with two smaller leaflets and a longer, wider one in the middle, and stands out against the gray of the stones on the walkway. As she looks around on the ground, she sees a few more dispersed around the statue.

“Look at this,” she says, bending down to pick it up. “Maybe Bellona was scattering leaves.”

“Let me see,” Dana says, reaching over to take the leaf from Hannah. “It looks like it’s from a citrus plant, possibly tropical. I don’t think it’s from anything that grows around here.”

“Hannah!” a French-accented voice calls out and all three of them turn around.

It’s Emmanuelle Toussaint, a young French engineer who works in the LHC control center. Hannah had met her at a cocktail reception for women at CERN and the two had become friendly. If there really was an incident with the LHC, Emanuelle would know about it.

“Did you hear what happened?” Emmanuelle asks, striding over to the statue near Hannah and William’s parents.

“To William?” Hannah blurts out desperately.

Emmanuelle looks confused. “No,” she says. “The LHC operated at 15 TeV last night.”

“That’s physically impossible,” Hannah says under her breath.

You don’t need to tell me that,” Emanuelle responds excitedly. “I saw it with my own eyes from the control center, though. We’ve calibrated and recalibrated every detector and we’re still getting the same reading.”

“Scully, I might need some translating here,” Mulder leans over to Dana to whisper.

“I don’t think I understand what’s going on either,” she says.

“The collider has a maximum total collision energy of 14 TeV, or teraelectronvolts per beam. It’s only ever operated at 13 TeV, though, and achieving 15 TeV would require physical upgrades that are years away,” Hannah explains.

“Sorry,” she continues. “Emmanuelle, these are William’s parents, and,” she pauses. “William went missing last night.”

“Oh my goodness,” Emmanuelle gasps, bringing a thin hand to her mouth. “That was him with Dr. Bellona.”

“What happened?” Dana asks.

“Dr. Bellona was the one running the experiment last night. There’s footage of him inside the tunnel working on a calibration with someone else. I didn’t realize it was William with him. Then, there was a power surge and we lost connection to the cameras. When they came back online, Bellona was still there but William wasn’t.”

“Where could he have gone?” Hannah asks.

“I don’t know,” Emmanuelle continues. “But Dr. Bellona called the control room and wanted us to begin the collider run. We obviously can’t do that if anyone is still in the tunnel and, since we didn’t see William exit, we couldn’t start the collider. We locked down the facility and had the technicians do a full sweep of the tunnel. No one was there. Bellona insisted William had exited with him and had gone home, and since there was no sign of him in the tunnel, we figured he was telling the truth. That’s when we started the experiment and the LHC hit 15 TeV.”

“But William didn’t come home,” Hannah says quietly.

“What would happen if the collider ran while he was inside the tunnel?” Mulder asks.

Hannah glances at Emmanuelle. They both know it would be instantly fatal for anyone to be exposed to the high voltage and intense magnetic fields generated by a run of the particle accelerator. Hannah’s heart thumps hard in her chest.

“It is impossible,” Emmanuelle says, shaking her head. “We would never run an experiment with anyone inside. There are too many safety protocols in place. And no one was inside at the time. I don’t know where William went, but I can promise you he was not in the tunnel.”

“I think we need to talk to this Dr. Bellona,” says Dana.

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[onsunnyside]

Hi, Sonny, i hope you're having an okay week. Being an adult sure does suck monkey balls, but we all wanted go grow up 🙃

Question( i just need a little drabble/snippet/a smigget/a crumb...anything you can spare)how would cruel!Andy react to reader being drunk and calling him bro/dude cause she's annoyed at jacob for leaving her alone once again. She's being all nonchalant trying to talk to him like he's a kid her age. Did this once myself, my "dude" did not like and i couldn't really walk for 3 days. (Worth it tho😏😏😏😏)

Ps: another question, you put crack in your stories???? Cause they addictive AF! Anyways, love you boo😘

hi bestie, my week is going pretty okay and i completely agree about growing up 😔 this is another late reply, but thank you very much hehe i love you !!

“Dude, I’m about to vomit all over this guy’s toothbrushes and just shove them into Jake’s stupid mouth—guess who’s alone once a-fuckin-gain!”

There’s a beat of silence before Andy speaks, “Dude?”

You slump against the counter, your cup teetering on the edge as the bathroom lights shine in your sensitive eyes. “yeah, dude—is your age catching up to you?”

A soft chuckle rings through the speaker, although it sounds full of ease, it wakes you up a little more. You sit up straight, a warmth blooms over your body as if a taste of what could come, Andy doesn’t take attitude lightly.

Instead of the slow drawl that makes you soaked, he coos and it makes you melt. “How much did you drink, baby?”

“I took a shot every time Jake left me.” 

“So?”

“I lost count.” 

Andy sighs, there’s shuffling over the line as you play with the running water, splashing it along the white porcelain. “I’ve already got your location, I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“People will see your car. Dude, are you fuckin’ stupid?”

Another sigh follows your words. “No, dude, I’m just looking out for my girl. If everyone is already drunk, it doesn’t matter, and we’ll just meet a few houses down.”

A round of heavy knocks hammer on the door, and you switch the facet off, “Occupied!” 

“Just tell Jake you were feeling sick and wanted to leave, it’d be more suspicious if I let my son’s girlfriend get a ride home from a stranger, especially if you’re both staying here for the week.” Andy says. 

The doorknob rattles and you groan. “Occupied, asshole!”

When you bring the cellphone back to your ear, Andy is laughing. “I like when you get angry. It’s cute.”

You stubbornly stomp your foot. “Ugh, hurry, I have to pee.” 

“Aren’t you in a bathroom?”

“It’s wild that you think I’d even touch that germ-infested thing.” You wrinkle your nose, “Before I got in here, two guys and a girl walked out and the used condom is lying on the floor.” 

Andy is quiet for a few moments. “Just one condom?”

“Yes—oh wait, it’s in the toilet.” You slam the lid shut, uncomfortably tugging at the hem of your dress. “I’m so fuckin’ cold, help me. Pretty, puffy, wet, creamy please.” You plead. 

Once again, he’s quiet. “I’ve got some extra clothes and I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that in that tone.”

#fic ask #cruel drabble #cruel ask #cruel: fluff

[starstruckunknown-princess]

A Business Proposition

Pairing: Eric Northman x F!Reader (Third Person)

Warnings: Mention of Fangs, anti-vampire sentiment

Word Count: 681

Summary: Eric agrees to accompany his human girlfriend to her office Christmas Party just to freak out her co-workers. 

A/N: Hey y’all! This is Day 3 of Fluffcember, I’m excited to share this one with you since Eric Northman/Alexander Skarsgaard is...well, I’ll be in my bunk. Enjoy!

No one at the office believed that a nice girl like her would be a fangbanger. She didn’t like that term at all, and would give anyone in the office who used it a thorough verbal beatdown. This had led to her being somewhat isolated at work. She didn’t get invited out to happy hours anymore, nor was she clued in to the hot office gossip. Most of it was about her nowadays, so she didn’t care. 

Her relationship with Eric Northman was none of their business, but she wasn’t going to take their close minded ignorant backwater bullshit lying down. 

So she had invited him to the office Holiday Party. 

Her six-foot-four Viking God of a vampire boyfriend was more than happy to oblige. 

“Should I put on the whole show? Fangs out and everything?” Eric asked as he maneuvered his corvette to the valet stand at the hotel. 

“Not unless provoked. Just no drinking from anyone I work with, please.” She kissed his cold cheek before getting out of the door that the valet had opened. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eric said. He watched her legs lift her up and out of the car, loving the way the green velvet dress she wore hugged each of her curves — he couldn’t wait to shred it later. 

The hotel’s event room was fully decked out in holiday spirit. Eight foot decorated trees lined the far wall, green and red ornaments glistened in the lights. Silver and gold tinsel hung from the ceiling. A deejay was set up and playing holiday music while most everyone was mingling and enjoying the open bar.

All the noise, save for Bing Crosby’s crooning from the speakers, died down at her entrance with Eric. He glanced about the room, his arm wrapping protectively over her shoulders, and then broke out what she knew to be his PR smile. Perfect white teeth on display, fangs hidden of course.

They made their way to the bar, Eric’s arm over her the entire way. People began talking again, mutters this time, and she knew it was about the man by her side. 

“What are they saying?” she whispered to him as she took a sip of her old fashioned.

“That you look stunning and they’re all jealous that I get to fuck you tonight,” he whispered back. She scoffed. 

“Yeah right. We can make the rounds, say hi to my boss, then go to dinner,” she reassured with a squeeze to his hand. 

“We can stay all night if you’d like. I don’t give a fuck what they think of us.” 

“I don’t want to lose my job. Let’s start on the rounds.”

They made their way around the room, chatting with her co-workers — or rather, chatting at them since most of them were gobsmacked at the sight of Eric and couldn’t form sentences. Her boss and his wife were able to muddle through some polite small talk, and her one non-vampire-hating coworker, Patrice, was rather enthusiastic about meeting him and even gave him a hug. 

The two of them danced a slow dance and downed another free drink before taking off. Once they were in the car, Eric turned to her with an offer.

“Come work for me.”

“At Fangtasia? I’m way overqualified to be a bartender.” 

“I have other businesses. You could work for one of them. Or,” he paused, looking at her from the corner of his eye and sliding his hand up her thigh under the green velvet dress, “You could start your own company. I know you’ve got some plans for yourself. Let me make them happen.” 

“So you want to be my sugar daddy?” 

He chuckled, “I prefer the term ‘principal investor’.” 

She considered a moment. She and Eric had been seeing each other for almost a year without him getting sick of her. He wanted to invest in her business ideas. Ideas for a business she would run. Not having to report to any jackass boss or deal with her idiot coworkers. 

It was tempting, to be sure.

“I’ll think about it.”

#eric northman #eric northman x oc #true blood #true blood fanfiction #fanfiction #writing challenge #fluffcember #alexander skarsgard #office christmas party

[myocsfanfictions]

The Road Ahead of Us - TWD (Season 2)

The walking dead Fanfiction

Masterlist

They had left Atlanta behind, trying to reach Fort Benning; but during an apocalypse nothing ever goes at it is planned. Sarah and Nicolette will have to face new challenges and dangers. How will they survive?

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CHAPTER 21

Daryl had already left for his little camp when Nicki got back.

“Is everything alright? “ Sarah asked as her sister got closer. But Nicki only shrugged her shoulders.

“Everything alright with Daryl?” She asked back.

“Yeah…” Sarah muttered, “I disinfected his wounds, and then he left.” She would have been lying if she’d been told that she had been surprised to learn what Daryl had done to Randall. She understood. He was only trying to protect them all. But she didn’t like for him to act like that, even if it was for the sake of the group, “I’ve asked him to move his camp closer,” she said, looking in that direction, “But he wouldn’t listen.”

“He is a big boy,” Nicki said, sitting on the ground, “He can protect himself.”

“But he shouldn’t be by himself,” Sarah replied, “None of us should.”

Before they could say something else, light footsteps could be heard on the grass. The noise made the sisters turn to see Dale approaching them.

“Dale,” Sarah greeted him, but the expression on the man’s face remained serious.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” Dale asked Sarah.

“Of course, what is it?” At her question, though, Dale looked over at Nicki.

“If you have to talk about Randall, go ahead,” Nicki answered, her tone calm, “I don’t think you’ll ask my opinion, but I’ve already made up my mind.”

Sarah observed her sister kicking the dirt with her foot, her eyes fixed on her hands. She was in deep thought, but Sarah could really not understand what she was thinking of. And probably she didn’t want to.

“Sarah…” Dale said gravely, “I’ve agreed with Rick that before passing the judging on Randall, I’d talk with everybody.”

“About?” Sarah said, standing up to get closer to the man.

“About not killing the guy,” Dale exclaimed, “I need you by my side on this.”

Sarah took a heavy breath.

“You are with me on this. Aren’t you?” Dale asked with a frown on his face.

What she was thinking about the situation was still a mastery to her as well. The perspective of a group of dangerous men searching for their friend and possibly coming to the farm to kill and rape was terrifying, and keeping every safe was the most important thing to do. But the perspective of killing a boy out of fear was terrifying as well.

“I don’t want to kill Randall,” Sarah said, crossing her arms.

“That’s good!” Dale had hope in his voice, but Sarah shook her head.

“But, what if him being here will bring those men here?”

“Maybe they won’t,” Dale argued, but Sarah shook her head again.

“Or maybe they will,” Sarah said, feeling guilty for what she was feeling, “I’m terrified, Dale,” she admitted, lowering her tone, hoping that Nicki was not listening, even if she knew better.

“And right now, death is not the worst perspective.”

Dale bit his lips, nodding his head. “I understand that you’re afraid, but killing someone because of that… it’s simply not right.”

“And I agree with you on that,” Sarah added with a heavy heart. She felt terrible about what she was about to say, “But I’m afraid that not making this choice will lead to something not right happening to someone I really care about.”

She didn’t want any harm to come to all the people that she had grown to love. Sarah did not want to. And she felt so selfish because the only thing that could make her feel at ease was the image of Randall gone.

“You’re not going to side with me,” the look on the man’s face broke her heart, but she was doing what she thought was best.

“I’m so sorry, Dale,” she whispered, but he only waved his hand before walking away.

When did the world turn out to become like that? Just months before, she was in her college room, dreaming about the future. Now she was thinking if her group should have killed a guy.

“This is so fucked up…” she muttered as she passed a hand through her brown hair.

“Humans are scarier than walkers,” Nicki said, not looking up. And Sarah didn’t feel like disagreeing with her.

Suddenly, shoutings could be heard in the cabin where Randall was taken captive. The two sisters looked at each other, quickly running towards there. They weren't very far, and as they arrived, they took a look inside to see Shane, who had pinned Randall against the wall, pointing a gun at his face. Andrea was calling the man's name.

"Open your mouth!" he was shouting, pushing the gun against his mouth, "You like talking?" Did he really want to shoot him? Sarah pushed Nicki back. If he was going to do something, she really didn't want her sister to see.

"Shane!" she yelled. And Andrea did the same.

"Shane! Back off!" at Andera's last shouting. Shane finally pulled back. What the hell had happened?

Randall was shaking, and Sarah could not think he was stupid enough to try and escape with Shane outside. The man was twice as him. And aggressive.

Then she observed Shane as he turned, and only at that moment Sarah noticed Carl inside the cabin. He was looking at Shane with wide eyes that only grew bigger when the man grabbed him by the arm roughly.

"Get your ass out this door," he said, pulling the boy along with him.

"Hey! Take it easy, man!" Nicki exclaimed. Sarah grabbed her sister's shoulders, not letting her move when she saw how Shane was glaring at her.

"Not your business, girly," he said, taking Carl some meters from them and starting to talk to him.

"What the hell happened?" Sarah asked Andrea, "Did he attack Carl?"

"I didn't," Randal protested, but Sarah kept looking at Andera, her eyes still wide and as shaken up as Sarah was.

"Carl sneaked inside; he… totally lost it," Andrea explained.

Sarah felt her heart beat fast looking at the man, he was totally different from the policeman that she had met that night on the Highway, trying to escape from Atlanta. Nicki had shared with her some thoughts on the man for quite some time, but Sarah never wanted to believe her. Shane had been helping and protecting all of them from the beginning. But she didn't feel at ease in his presence anymore.

#the walking dead imagine #the walking dead oc #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead #twd oc #twd fanfiction #twd imagine #twd #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl Dixon #carl grimes #carl grimes x oc #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes fanfiction #daryl dixon x oc

[catsafarithewriter]

A/N: I’m starting to think ya’ll are lying about getting poll privileges. Anyway, part 9!

x

Haru turned the ribbon over in her hands while the carriage bumped around her. The ends were marked with their initials – pre-marriage – and Haru tried not to think of another wedding ribbon she’d encountered not so long ago.  

Across from her sat Baron. Her (temporary) husband. 

Wary of not being too presumptuous, he’d gone out of his way to take the seat opposite her, rather than taking the one at her side. The only slight issue with this act of chivalry was that Muta had already been occupying most of that side of the carriage. The two Cats were elbow-to-elbow and were doing their best to make it look manageable. 

“It’s usual for one of the newly-weds to wear it for the following day,” Baron remarked, probably meaning to be helpful, but mostly managing to make Haru very aware her fidgeting was rather overt. “We probably should adhere to that tradition, if nothing else if to keep my family’s suspicions at bay.”

“Are they likely to be suspicious?” Haru asked. 

“Well, I am turning up with a bride who I failed to mention until yesterday.”

“So you have told them?”

Baron hesitated. “My uncle has passed it on to the rest of the family.”

“You haven’t even given them the news yourself?” she demanded. 

Baron held up his hands defensively – or as best he could while his shoulders were pinned between Muta and the carriage door. “For what it’s worth, I discovered my sister’s wedding through a great aunt.”

“So yer whole family’s like this,” Muta grunted. 

“Not – not all of them,” Baron said, although the hesitation made it sound as if such folk were in the minority. “My uncle on my mother’s side – Toto – is a fairly down-to-earth Cat. He’s also,” Baron added, “the only family member who knows the true circumstances of our marriage.”

Muta coughed, with what might have been covering for a laugh. “Yer have an uncle called Toto? Like the Wizard of Oz dog?”

Haru kicked Muta’s foot. “Says the Cat who goes by Muta No Last Name. Be nice. Or,” she added, remembering just who she was talking to, “at least civil.”

“Toto won’t tell anyone the realities of our situation,” Baron assured them. “He may doubt my sanity, sometimes, but he’s loyal.” 

“That’s at least one thing we can agree on,” Muta muttered. 

Haru kicked Muta’s foot again. To Baron, she asked, “Do you think they’ll like me? Your family, I mean?”

“What do you care, Chicky? It ain’t like yer sticking around for the long term.”

“They’ll love you,” Baron promised. “And you won’t be the only new addition to the family; my sister is bringing along her recently-wedded wife too, remember? And, if my sister is still the same as ever, I’m sure she’ll be hoarding all the limelight.”

Haru thought back to Baron’s (brief, it had to be said) cape phase, and somehow doubted that this elusive sister had inherited all the dramatics the von Gikkingen family had to offer. She held out the ribbon to her ‘husband’. “Since this started life as your bowtie, do you want to be the one to wear it?”

“Seems sensible.”

"Well, that’s no good,” Muta said once Baron had returned the tie to its rightful place. “Yer can’t see the ends.”

“Are the ends important?” Haru asked. 

“If yer can’t see the initials, it just looks like an ordinary tie. You’d better put it into yer hair, Chicky.”

Haru grinned. “Aw, I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

“If yer gonna be sticking with this ridiculous ruse, you might as well make it convincing. Right, Fancypants?”

Baron’s whiskers twitched with only a hint of irritation at the nickname, but he removed the bowtie, passing it across to Haru without any complaint. She turned it over in her hands, preparing to set it into her hair, when her eyes lingered over the initials. “Hey, Baron, what’s the ‘A’ stand for? Your side says ‘B.H.A.vG’?”

There was a flash of something which may have been mortification on Baron’s face. “That must have been a mistake.”

“But they used your birth certificate to validate the paperwork?”

“Yes, but you recall our clerk,” Baron said. “He was a few fish short of a lake.” 

 “You’ve got a secret middle name and you won’t tell your wife?” Haru demanded, faux-insulted. Her hand pressed against her heart. “We’ve been married not even two days, and you’re already keeping things from me! Oh, the betrayal!”

Muta grinned. “Good luck, Baron.” 

“Haru, you know my first name is Humbert,” Baron said. “Don’t you think that if my middle name was any less embarrassing, I would be going by that? Not all of us were blessed with reasonable names like Haru Yoshyko.”

There was a pause. 

“Yoshyko,” Haru echoed. 

Muta snorted. 

“Yes,” Baron said. “I – that is, was, your name, was it not? Am I... Is that the wrong pronunciation?”

“Oh, no, it’s perfect,” Haru replied.

Muta’s snorted again, and this time his shoulders began to shake with unshed laughter. 

“I rather feel,” Baron said slowly, “that you might be lying to me, dear wife of mine.”

“And whyever would I lie to you, Baron Humbert Ambrose von Gikkingen?”

“That was a good guess, but wrong.”

“Albert?”

“No.”

“Antigone?”

“No, and it’s pronounced ‘an-tig-gony’ not ‘anti-gone’.” 

“Bold words from the Cat who can’t even remember his wife’s maiden name.”

Muta leant back in his seat, grinning. “You’re perfect for each other.”

#double fake dating au #congrats to lin iva for joking that baron wouldn't be able to pronounce haru's surname #I've been trying to find a way to squeeze this in for aagggeees #cat writes

[nunlucky-novel]

NunLucky - Prologue

"Forgive me, Dear Sister, for I have sinned." Those are words BèBè has heard all her life, even before she started working at her family's church. They were words that held weight yet were empty at the same time. People would confess at The Temple of the Goddess and pour out whatever weighed in their hearts and minds, which ranged from drinking too much on a Sunday to parents trying to teach their children humility. Though, was all a virtuous cycle, one which BèBè occasionally felt trapped in. She had always planned to leave home, start her own life story, and possibly run her own farm or business. However, her parents and brother never really supported her and even tried to dissuade her. Her mother expressed worries over her precious daughter running something so "big"; her father would try and persuade her that being with family was more important; and, while her brother was a bit more supportive, he was anxious about the family breaking up. Because of this, he unintentionally made her feel guilty for trying to leave. Even so, she knew they meant well and were just looking out for her wellbeing, but she still felt trapped in spite of the knowledge. She had tried to be stern and put her foot down on her decisions, but her family was her weakness. She couldn't bear to hurt them in any way, especially not after they saved her after her home was ravaged by a demonic war 29 years ago. She owed them her life. And her life, for now, was with The Temple of the Goddess. Or so she thought. It was a few months ago, back in the summer. There was talk around town about a newcomer, a high roller from the city, moving into town. Some said he was a famous director, scouting for his next big movie. Others said he was a high-class CEO for a big company, looking to start a new business venture. Madison Hills was a simple town. A touristy place that you'd see in an old tourism brochure. It had historical significance! BèBè's family have been running the Temple since the town's founding 165 years ago. A beacon for the people when Heaven and Hell brought war to the world for 1,000 years. There was also a lake, supposedly made from an angel's tears. It was a blessing to the people as the lore goes, to provide life to the already ruined wasteland Madison Hills once was. BèBè thought back to the newcomer. Could they have come to do business because of the town's history? It wasn't very exciting, in her opinion. There's plenty of stories of towns like hers, so she doubted that was the reason. She remembered that there was some unused farmland outside Madison Hills, so maybe it was an agricultural venture. BèBè frowned. She'd wanted that land, even a small part, for herself. But she had passed on the idea, and let it be. No reason to be envious, she thought. She was blessed with what she had, and that was enough for her. Besides, she oversaw the Temple's greenhouse and outdoor garden. She was basically the groundskeeper, a small compromise that her parents agreed to so she could stay and run the temple with her brother. 'It's enough for me.' she kept telling herself 'Nothing comes without sacrifice.' Maybe she was just destined to continue working at her family’s Temple. Maybe this is what the Goddess had in Her plans for her. BèBè wasn’t sure, but she didn’t question the teachings often. They were in place for a reason. Thought, she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t say she wanted more from life. Running that farm and starting her own business was something she wanted. It wasn’t something that she thought of on a whim like her parents thought. She had done the research, looking into what went into keeping it running, plus her natural green thumb. She had confidence she could do it. The only other downside from her parents’ objection was money. You needed money to get a business started. Money which she did not have. ---------- Next Chapter ---> Chapter 2

#nunlucky #webnovel #original work #bebe blackwell #prologue

[noelle1508]

Just a friend

“There’s no such thing as a perfect child but my god, our children are perfect” As John would always say. He love to boast about his children, even if they were far from perfect.

He absolutely adored Andrew and Abigail.

Andrew was your typical overprotective brother, he never liked his younger sister hanging around with boys

Abby was your typical younger sister, she never listened to her brother or fathers wishes.

Today you and John decided to have a few friends over, you also didn’t want the “kids” who were now in their teens to be hanging around with a bunch of adults so you let them invite one friend each.

Andrew invited his best friend, Danny while Abby invited her friend, James.

“I’m not having it” Kyle says from the sofa

“Uncle Kyle don’t you have your own house to go to?”

“Come on Abs, don’t be rude but she does have a point. You’re making a big deal over nothing, it’s just a boy” You say trying to defend your daughter but really, it only made the situation worse

“A big deal over nothing? Just a boy? Y/N this boy is coming into my house and is going to spend time with my girl and possibly marry her”

“Marry? Dad i’m fifteen?”

“And i don’t think marriage is the next step after coming over for a family barbecue”

“Nah, i’m with Dad and Kyle. A boys not coming over” Andrew all of a sudden jumps in

“What about when Andrew get a girlfriend or a boyfriend? Are you going to stop them from coming round?”

“Please as if Andrew could get anyone” Abby jokes yet all the men stare at her “plus he’s not my boyfriend”

“Okay, first of all- Your brother has my looks so he could get anyone he wanted. Second, you better not have a boyfriend, none until your twenty-seven”

“I don’t think he’s joking” Kyle butts in again

“How do you know Andrew isn’t with Danny?”

“Danny get a girlfriend sweetheart” You say but Abby didn’t take it too well

“Mum! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Right! There’s no sides in this family. As much as i hate to say this, Abigail. Your friend James can come over today but if i do not like him then he will never step foot in this house again” John announces shutting everyone up.

Everyone silently agree and half an hour later, guest start pouring in. Half the City team is here with their partners and Danny is here too, now we just wait on Abby’s friend. James.

There’s a knock at the door, luckily the music is turned up so only Abby heard it. She quickly rushes to the door and welcomes James into the house.

“I’m so sorry for what’s about to happen” she quickly apologises

“Ah so this is James” Phil shouts and everyone’s head spins towards James who is awkwardly standing by the door.

If looks could kill, Phil would have been dead and Abby would be going to down for murder

“Yes everyone this is my friend who just happens to be a boy, i’m glad you’re amused”

John slowly makes his way over to the door with his “tough look” looking the boy up and down which i can only feel sorry for him in the situation.

“Nice to meet you Mr Stones”

He had confidence but wasn’t cocky, good start.

“Nice to meet you too James is it?”

Oh here we go…

“Yeah sir”

“Oh this is James” Andrew say loudly breaking the silence as the music now plays at a low volume in the background “Oh i didn’t know you meant this guy. I like him”

What your children forget is that you can read them like a book.

Abby, thinks James is pretty but is very keen on just keeping it friends.

And Andrew, well Andrew was just lying.

The party carried on and I watched carefully as Andrew made his way over to his younger sister and her friend

“I don’t know you James, i’m Andrew her older brother break her heart and every single person in this room won’t be very happy with you”

“I can assure you i won’t be the one to break her heart, if anyone does we can sort it out”

“So he is just your friend?” He asks turning to Abby

“Have i been talking to myself every time i’ve said that?”

“We are just friends”

It came the time for the barbecue, music was playing in the background. Everyone was talking in small groups. We were all having fun, except John. John was not having fun.

You make your way over to him, his glare isn’t took off Abby and James who are laughing at something whole eating their burgers

“Can you stop with the death glare? People will think you’re planning a murder”

“I might be, look at him. He’s too close to her”

“John, they are sitting on different seats and not a single part of them are touching. How on good gods name are they too close”

John shrugs and goes back to eating his burger which causes you to roll your eyes playfully

“See, you’re just looking at an excuse to be mad. I seen Andrew talking with them earlier and he looked quite happy. If he had a problem with it do you not think he would be over there questioning him right now?”

“Fair point”

“And you need to trust her. If she says he’s just a friend then he you need to trust her word”

“You’re right”

“plus she likes another boy, Sam i think his name is. She trusts us enough to tell us about a boy she likes, she would tell us if she had a boyfriend”

“Do you think i should talk to him?”

“He’s a nice boy, just don’t pressure him. Keep in mind he’s a huge City fan”

“Is he?”

“Yeah, he goes to every game, home and away. Even Champions League games”

“He seems like a fun lad” John says with a smile on his face, waking over to James and Abby

Sometimes you wonder if it’s three children you’re raising, not two.

“So, James. I hear that you’re a City fan”

Abby puts her head in her hands preparing for John to make a big deal but when he sits back comfortably in a chair next to him her head shoots back up

“Yeah, was born into it. I go to the games with my brother and Abby and I’s group”

“So who’s your favourite player”

“De Bruyne”

“Favourite defender?”

“Dias”

“You know what, i appreciate the honesty”

Abby makes her way over to you, leaning her head on your chest as you gently play with her hair

“You covered for me didn’t you?”

“You know i did, you will have to tell them that he’s your boyfriend at some point though”

#john stones #footballer #football #manchester city #man city #teenage daughter

[burnwater13]

Grogu wondered if his Mandalorian actually liked the other Mandalorians. They did not follow the Creed the same way that Din Djarin did and although they said, ‘This is the Way.’ Grogu was pretty sure that they didn’t mean that same way. Particularly when Bo-Katan said it. When she said it she meant, “This is MY Way.”

Like when they were on Trask and they needed help to find a Jedi because the Mandalorian had to give Grogu back to them because the Armorer told him to. (Wow, who are all these women in Din Djarin’s life and why are they so bossy?) Any way, Din found the other Mandos and they asked him for help and he agreed to help them get some weapons and dropped Grogu off to stay with the lovely Frog family. 

Grogu had a great time with the Frog family, but he didn’t learn until much later, that Din was having a lot less fun with the other Mandos. Particularly when Bo-Katan changed their agreement at the last minute. Instead of taking the weapons crates (stealing is such a harsh term), they, meaning she, decided to steal, uh, er, take, the whole ship! And if Din didn’t help her she wouldn’t tell him where the Jedi was. 

That was not the Way! If it was, Grogu thought they should start over and try something new, because this lying thing just didn’t work for him. And don’t make excuses for her behavior. Is this how you would want your leaders to lead you? Tell you one thing and then corner you into doing something much more risky? Grogu was pretty sure that this was the kind of thinking that had gotten Mandalore into trouble to being with. 

Sure, you could argue that collecting the weapons they wanted was much easier because they had them in the big shopping bag that was the whole ship. Or you could argue that the ship itself was a weapon and she was always talking about that. But his Mandalorian was pretty annoyed with the whole thing, so it seemed clear to Grogu that Din had thought Bo-Katan wanted something a lot smaller than a whole ship. 

At the Jedi Temple the masters had been sticklers about telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, more or less. Everyone was encouraged to be factual. First say what they knew, then say what they suspected. This worked pretty well for the Masters and less well for other people. People like Grogu and the rest of the younglings.

It was hard being a youngling. Everyone else you knew went on adventures, and had lightsabers, and met people from around the galaxy. Younglings stayed at the temple and attended lectures and training courses. They fetched things for the Masters who didn’t currently have a padawan. They put up with people pinching their cheeks when they went to the library because Master Yoda wanted a data pack on the building techniques of huts and other swamp dwellings. 

Grogu was finally over having that one librarian pinch his cheeks, you know the one, all sweet words and pinchy fingers. Well, he’d gotten pinched again, this time with the words ‘Aren’t you just the sweetest little guy helping out the Masters’ and he got very angry. He knows it’s hard to believe. He’s typically very sweet and patient. But this time he’d had enough and gave that librarian a hot foot! Yup! They jumped up and down cursing with words Grogu didn’t even know you could curse with. Then he was hustled off to Master Yoda to explain himself. 

It’s pretty obvious when there are only two of you in a place and one of you gets a hot foot that they other one of you did it. Grogu knew that. But when Master Yoda asked him if he had done it Grogu just gave him a, ‘Who me? Why would I do a thing like that?’ , look. Master Yoda was less than impressed. 

“Tell me the truth you will, youngling Grogu”, Master Yoda ordered him. 

So Grogu told him the technical facts. Yes, he had used the Force. Yes he had created a temperature spike. Yes, the librarian's foot happened to enter the zone where the temperature spike occurred. 

Yoda had not been impressed. The facts were there, but the intent was missing. Grogu had answered the how, but not the why.  Bo-Katan had told Din Djarin a variation of the what, but not the how or why. So the truth wasn’t complete and that was a problem. 

Master Yoda’s solution had been to have the librarian describe what went on and when she slid over the whole cheek pinching thing, Grogu coo’d and grumbled at Master Yoda.

“Oh, the youngling's cheeks did you pinch? Like it not does he. Stop pinching you will.” 

Grogu was very happy that Master Yoda supported him like that. He should have just told the whole truth to begin with. Which is what he thought Bo-Katan should have done. When was Din Djarin every going to turn down the opportunity to relieve the Imp remnants of an asset? 

#the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #calendar prompt a day

[27emailsicantsend]

Set it Up: A Rina AU

Chapter Two

"Ricky!" EJ demanded the following Monday.

Ricky bolted from his desk outside of EJ's office, nearly tripping on his chair as he stood up. Ricky had a rule for himself that he would never let EJ get to the second "Ricky", because the last time he did he had to hand wash EJ's Lamborghini for two weeks. Once inside EJ's office, Ricky stood up straight, ready to listen to EJ's next orders.

EJ was tipping back in his office chair, legs floppily propped on the desk. The office had sleek black, white, and red tones- perfect for the flashiness and commercialism of the music industry. EJ gently prodded the tip of a pen in his fingers as he talked, making sure to give as little attention to Ricky as possible.

"I need you to schedule a meeting with the songwriters at 3 P.M. today, change my lunch reservation to 1 P.M., send new emails about the corporate policy updates to Tim, Sarah, and Russell, get my dry cleaning by 4 P.M., restock my soda fridge... and for the love of everything good and holy, please fix your hair. It looks like a furry rat".

Ricky awkwardly tousled his curls before quickly exiting the office. He was just about to sit back at his desk chair and write the new demands on a sticky-note, when the girl from the restaurant came prancing in.

Ricky would be lying if he said he didn't think she was pretty, but she was also pretty irritating. She was tall and slender, with light chocolate skin, and tight black curls. Today she was wearing a short orange dress with puff sleeves, and a pair of pink converse to match. She wore a white long sleeve under the dress, presumably to keep her warm since it was March. Her face gleamed in anticipation, her small nose pink with excitement.

Ricky genuinely didn't expect to see her again, so when she reached into her small yellow cross-bag and took out a small portion of cash, he was pleasantly surprised.

"What's this for?" Ricky asked suspiciously, slowly taking the cash out of her hand.

"The dinner? I told you I would pay you back?"

"Right," Ricky agreed, recovering the rest of the memories from the other night. "You forgot the interest".

The girl sighed, obviously irked by Ricky's hideous reminder.

"I told you, there would be interest, now pay up," Ricky repeated, his hand gesturing her to give him the rest of the money.

"You didn't even say how much! As an assistant, you should know it's a scam if the company doesn't tell you upfront how much interest you're paying on a loan".

"EJ Caswell doesn't do loans," Ricky scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Well, Gina Porter doesn't pay interest on loans she never signed for. You should be thankful you even got this from me," Gina retorted, crossing her arms.

"Ahh... Gina? I was wondering if I would get a name. Ricky Bowen, not at your service," Ricky reached his hand out to shake Gina's. She stared Ricky down, vexed and unmoving.

Ricky watched Gina for a few more seconds, the silence growing louder as each passage of time ticked. He started to grow uncomfortable with their staring contest, now wondering why she hadn't left yet. The stillness became bothersome, wielding Ricky to break it.

"Is there any other reason you're here?" Ricky gestured at the rest of the lounge, which sat outside the main recording studio. The lounge had more red and black furniture, with glass and leather being predominant features. Ricky's desk sat off to the left of the lounge (in front of EJ's office) and the recording studio acted somewhat as a backdrop to the lounge. A sound table sat below the studio window, with a couple of swivel chairs to complete it.

"Nope," Gina smirked. "But I have no doubt you'll see me again. I tend to have one of those faces".

"What does that even mean?" Ricky murmured to himself as he turned back to his work. Gina skipped out of the room, more playful than when she arrived.

When Gina arrived back to Nini's studio, she saw Nini looking irate behind her recording mic. Nini's arms were folded tight and she was tapping her foot angrily, glaring at her music producer and cowriter through the studio window. Both of the men looked more exhausted than confused and when they saw Gina, she was sure the one on the left sighed a breath of relief. Gina squeezed between the men, hesitantly pushing the sound button on the recording equipment to talk to Nini.

"Nini... what is it?" Gina tip-toed into the conversation.

"I literally hire people to do one job and that's to make me sound good. And then they admittedly refuse to do what I tell them to because it will make me sound good," Nini pouted.

Gina let go of the button, asking the producers what actually happened.

"She wanted us to rewrite her entire song from scratch. We've already made the instrumentals, lyrics, and started recording the other vocals. Rewriting would cut into production of the other songs... and if she wants to go on tour on time, we literally can't lose one more day. Especially because she did this same thing to us with the other songs we’ve already produced," the producer whispered defensively.

Gina knew she was in a Catch-22. The producer was absolutely right. They worked nonstop to produce songs Nini ended up hating and completely rewriting in the end. On the other hand, Nini had the final say since she owned the rights to her team.

Surprisingly, the songwriter leaned over and hit the sound button to talk to Nini.

"Nini, I'm really sorry, but we can't change them anymore. We have to move forward with this song," he said apologetically.

"You're fired," Nini snapped, her words sharp.

"What?!" The man exclaimed.

"What?!" Gina echoed.

"Oh and you," Nini looked at the other producer, "you're fired too".

"Nini! What are you doing? We're just trying to help! Your tour-"

"If I made it this far on my own, I can make it without you. Gina is about the only person I can trust around here, because she actually does her job when I ask," Nini reprimanded.

Gina felt her stomach twinge at the thought of helping Nini no matter what. Gina wanted to walk away right as she watched Nini snap, but she couldn't. Gina was determined to become Nini’s backup dancer and with Nini not being angry at her, she thought that maybe this would be her chance to prove herself. She knew it was selfish, but something deep down told her not to speak up.

"Gina?" Nini repeated herself. Or at least, Gina thought it sounded like Nini had already said her name, but she was too busy thinking about her (hopefully) next job.

"Yeah?" Gina shook her head to come back from her daydream. She realized she hadn't touched the sound button, but Nini kept talking anyway once she had Gina's attention.

"I'm going to fire everyone else on the team, so I need you to bring me a latte since I'll be busy. No foam. I'm watching my figure," Nini said nonchalantly. Her switch in attitude could have given Gina whiplash.

Gina couldn't believe she survived the firing massacre, but she also couldn't believe that so many of her coworkers were going to lose their jobs. Their livelihoods. Gina wanted to stand up for them so badly, but she knew the consequences of her choice would be dire.

So ten minutes later, Gina found herself at the coffee shop next door ordering a medium latte, no foam.

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It was now Monday night in New York City. The lights sprinkled the buildings outside of EJ's office window. Ricky couldn't help but look outside after every can of soda he restocked in EJ's fridge. To be walking home before dark felt like a dream. But, here he was, another Root Beer in the fridge and another glance out the window.

"Ricky," EJ stated, his feet not making a sound to let Ricky know he entered the room.

Ricky quickly turned around and looked up at his boss. He noted in his mind how ironic it must have looked for him to be on the floor as his boss stood six feet above him. A small prey to a large lion.

"Any update on that loan?" EJ inquired.

"Loan?" Ricky puzzled.

"Yes, the loan. The loan that I asked you to get for me today," EJ prompted, his fuse obviously shortening.

"I-I'm so sorry," Ricky apologized, fumbling over his legs as he stood up. He ran out to his desk and grabbed his sticky-note with his morning tasks. One thing Ricky could pride himself on was his incredible memory. And this note said nothing about a loan. In fact, Ricky was sure he would have remembered a loan being mentioned because EJ was such a cash shark. He had more money than most celebrities could even fathom.

"I am really sorry, EJ. I-I don't think you... mentioned... a loan?" Ricky stuttered, studying over the note again to see if he had astonishingly missed it somehow.

"Ricky, your job is to be my brain. And when my brain forgets, the entire system collapses. Let's stop making everything about you and remember the business for once, alright?" EJ scolded. He was now sitting in his desk chair, pursing his fingers together.

Ricky cautiously took a seat in one of the chairs opposite EJ, before apologizing profusely.

"I am, really so so sorry, EJ. I won't let it happen again. I just need to know what the loan amount is, where you're getting it from, and what for so I can send it to accounting," Ricky scrambled, trying to reconcile the mistake he didn't even remember making.

"I'd rather not tell you the amount. But it's a.... handsome sum coming from my cousin, Ashlyn. Do you have her email or do I need to get that for you to?" EJ snarked.

Ricky remained quiet, knowing good and well he has never heard of Ashlyn, nor did he have her email. When EJ realized Ricky wasn't responding, he sighed and wrote Ashlyn's email on a sticky note.

"Please, next time, I would appreciate it if you would do your job," EJ insisted as Ricky made his way out of the office.

Ricky was about to cross the threshold for the door when he remembered what bugged him about the loan before. He couldn't help but ask one more thing. None of what EJ was doing made sense.

"EJ, I know it's none of my business, really. I have no right to ask this except to keep track of finances along with accounting. But I just... wonder why you need such a large loan? You said loans are for poor people and that's why you'll never need one... but this just seems like... a shock?" Ricky was sure he crossed a line asking this, but he needed an answer.

Surprisingly, EJ easily released the information with seemingly no ulterior motive.

"Ricky, sales are down further than they've ever been. Carlos was supposed to be promising, but with his EP's, sales are incredibly down. We can't afford a tour, merchandise, and everything else we promised him if we can't get Carlos back on top..." EJ's voice faltered, potentially realizing he said too much.

"Ricky," the room seemed to get darker as EJ's voice lowered, "you can't tell anyone. The press will think we're going bankrupt. People will create a stigma against Caswell Records. I don’t really have any other options. We have no other people who want to work with me as a producer".

Ricky sarcastically wondered why that is. But then EJ promised something that Ricky wasn’t sure he would ever hear.

"Ricky, if you keep quiet and help me resolve this problem; then when we make it to the other side, I will promote you to become an assistant writer for Carlos... Don’t give me that look. I know this is all you’ve talked about since I’ve hired you. Now get out. You're making my life worse," EJ concluded.

Ricky ran out, slightly panicked. If there wasn't money that could mean people, including Ricky and Carlos, could lose their jobs. He knew that EJ put EJ before everyone else, so everyone else would be the first to go before his business, cars, and mansions. But if Ricky kept up his end of the bargain, his entire life could change. For Ricky, the entire situation felt scary and different, in the best and worst possible way.

**********************************

"I need you to find me a new music producer. I'm tired of searching," Nini demanded Gina. Nini had surprisingly searched for a new producer the following Wednesday. Not so surprisingly, she had only searched for about half an hour before giving up entirely and taking a nap. A nap seemed like gold at the end of a rainbow for Gina- too good to be true, especially now.

While Nini did whatever was best for her, Gina was trying to fulfill the jobs of at least twenty other people. Nini wasn't kidding when she wanted her entire team fired. She went on the angriest rampage Gina had seen yet, firing everyone from production to make up to a few of the backup dancers (she kept two for good measure). She even tried to fire her dentist, but in turn he fired her as a client.

Gina spent the entirety of the week bookkeeping, running numbers, writing down song lyrics whenever they popped into Nini's head, marketing, and trying her best to keep up with her typical assistant duties. At one point, Gina hired a chef for the week to get Nini's meals and at another point, Nini tried to get Gina to learn guitar. Thankfully, Nini forgot about the latter idea.

Gina used every resource in her wheelhouse to keep Nini happy, at the expense of her own dignity. Now, Nini was adding this new job of finding a music producer for her to Gina’s never-ending tasks. This task was the one that scared Gina the most, because Nini's music producer was practically her lifeline (outside of Gina). She couldn't mess it up.

Gina ended up spending the entire weekend searching for a new producer, while also trying to balance the rest of Nini’s demands. She found herself going studio to studio in New York City, trying to meet any producer she could in person. She hoped her chipper attitude and “get it done” spirit would get Nini hired. However, every place she visited was either filled, busy, or simply didn’t want Nini because of her reputation.

Jack had even asked to meet Gina in person that weekend, but due to the craziness of her schedule, Gina had to tell him not yet. He was bummed, but understood. While Gina found it kind that Jack was so accommodating with her, she couldn’t help but feel more agitated by the minute as she tried to search for someone to help. 

Finally, on Sunday night, just before Gina was about to go to bed, she heard a song come up on her “New Artists” playlist. It was Carlos. She wondered how she could have been so naïve? The answer nearly ran into her the other night at the restaurant. 

****************************************************

Ricky had spent the entire weekend trying to get ahold of Ashlyn for EJ’s loan. She was not a celebrity, but somehow had an agent and a stylist who took care of all of her plans for her. Ricky wondered what kind of business she was in that kept her so preoccupied, even for EJ.

She is going to have to get back to you later. She is busy getting fitted with Maddox for the banquet and subsequent fundraiser tonight. The rest of the week is filled with her other curriculars. Maybe May?

-Red

Ricky stared blankly at the message he received. It was halfway through March and Red made May sound like a week away. Ricky, frustrated with no helpful responses, chucked the phone down on his desk. He stood up to go to EJ’s office when he saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

It was Gina. She was now in a white turtleneck and black jeans, a long brown trench coat to match. Ricky tried not to notice how nice her hair looked, her curls waterfalling in a bun atop her head. She looked extra chipper this morning, which meant Ricky felt extra annoyed.

“You already paid me? What would you like now?” Ricky asked expressionless.

Ricky couldn’t tell if Gina purposely ignored his attitude or if she genuinely did not notice. Either way, she had something completely different from bickering in mind.

“I have a little proposition for you!” Gina beckoned in a sing-song voice. “Do you know if EJ is hiring? Nini needs a producer”.

This caught Ricky off guard. He wondered why one of the world’s top musicians would need a new producer?

“Why? What happened?” Ricky probed.

“Let’s just say.... Nini and her other producer... didn’t match each other’s harmonies if you know what I mean,” Gina hinted, giving Ricky a mischievous wink.

“I have absolutely no idea what you mean,” Ricky remarked, dumbfounded.

“Anyway,” Gina ignored Ricky. “Nini needs a new producer and I know EJ has been pretty well known. I know some of his past has kind of thrown him off the map. But he’s terrible. Nini is everything terrifying and wonderful. They’d be perfect together”.

Ricky knew EJ needed the help. Especially with Red being atrocious at his job; there was no way Ricky was getting the loan on time. He figured he would only have to see Gina when Nini was recording and Carlos was at the studio most of the time, so it might be worth the momentary pain in the neck. As much as Ricky was fighting his own internal battle against the idea, he caved.

“Fine. Let me go talk to EJ, see what I can do,” Ricky said, using his hand to lightly push Gina to the side as he made his way to EJ’s office.

After about fifteen minutes of running the proposal by EJ, EJ ultimately agreed. Ricky explained that getting ahold of Ashlyn seemed impossible (to which EJ replied, “did you even try?”) and that Nini was a big star, so she could probably help EJ get the money he needed. EJ said it was worth a shot and told Ricky the stipulations for hiring her before sending him out the door to Gina. On the way out, EJ gave Ricky one last warning, “Ricky. Mum’s the word. You know the deal”.

Feeling slightly threatened, Ricky walked back out to Gina. She was sitting in his chair, snapping his rubber band ball as she spun around. Ricky snatched the ball out of her hand saying, “give me that”, followed by a bewildered expression. She stopped the chair immediately.

“What is this? Daddy Day Camp? Stop playing with my stuff,” Ricky demanded.

“You have to admit, the only reason you keep these toys on your desk is so that you can play with them too,” Gina accused.

“So?” Ricky admitted before setting the ball back down. “Anyway, EJ said he would hire her-”

“-Oh, really?! Yay!” Gina interrupted as she stood up to give Ricky a celebratory hug.

Ricky barricaded the impulse by grabbing onto her arms and holding them before they reached him. He did a small dance with Gina before she slowed down so he could talk.

Hands still holding Gina’s arms, Ricky continued his proposition, “you didn’t let me finish. EJ said he would hire her if she agreed to pay him double his normal asking cost”.

Gina’s eagerness dropped with her arms. 

“Really? Why is that?” Gina questioned, confusion laced in her voice.

“Because EJ is a big guy! He has a lot of money and he can be very hard to book,” Ricky half-fibbed. He figured with Nini at the studio it would eventually become the truth, so he gave himself this white lie.

“Well... I mean, I guess you’re right...” Gina contemplated as she thought out loud. “And Carlos?... I mean, I heard him on a playlist the other night... and Nini is so big still she could afford it... but what if she doesn’t want EJ? I told her I would get her someone... oh no...”

Ricky watched as Gina walked around the room working through the situation outloud. At first he thought she was addressing him, but it seemed as though she was just talking to herself... or an imaginary friend.

“Who are you talking to?” Ricky let his curiosity get the better of him.

“Myself. Thinking out loud is better than thinking in your head because you can hear your thoughts from an outside perspective,” Gina explained simply.

Ricky was surprised by how profound Gina’s sentiment seemed to be. He thought about it for a minute before shaking his head to redirect his attention. There were larger matters at hand.

“Ok, Gina. I need a yes or a no. I told you EJ is a tough man-”

“-And Nini is a tough woman,” Gina countered.

“I just need to know, Gi,” Ricky stopped himself quickly. He had no idea where this nickname came from and how he slipped it in the conversation on accident. He hoped she didn’t notice.

“Can you hold off on getting an answer for, like, fifteen minutes until I can get back to the office and ask Nini for sure?” Gina asked, a rushed sound to her voice.

Ricky sighed relief internally that she didn’t notice the nickname. 

“Yeah, sure. Here’s my card; you can text this number. But go- go now!” Ricky prompted, ushering Gina out the door.

Gina ran out the door quickly, the curls on her head bouncing happily. Ricky went back to EJ’s office to distract him until he heard back. About fifteen minutes later, as promised, Ricky received a text message from Gina.

She said yes!!!

P.S. Told you you would see me again

P.S.S. Only my friends call me Gi

Ricky felt his face flush with embarrassment. 

#rina #ricky x gina #ricky bowen #gina porter #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #set it up #charlie x harper

[awellboiledicicle]

Just hit “A Distortion” in my relisten and i keep thinking about April listening to Sasha do her statement.

Just hands together, fingertips pressed to their mouth, trying not to scream.

Because Bingo would absolutely not have been as chill as Michael!Distortion re: most of that situation. Bingo, on top of being the distortion, is half an american with no chill/patience for people not going along with their bullshit if needed. Bingo WOULD absolutely pull the cafe thing, it would just also outright quip that Sasha kept it waiting all day and tell her that was very rude. Bingo would also just hear her ask what it was and answer with an ear shattering, spine chilling audio equivalent of technicolor flashbangs. Then, while Sasha is recovering, say “If you couldn’t understand that, you won’t understand me. I suggest not trying.” When she naturally goes ‘what the fuck’, Bingo WOULD apologize. But in a very.. “ooh i’m so sorry” sarcastic sort of way. It would also introduce itself as April, which Sasha rolls with entirely because she needs to know what the fuck is going on. Bingo, overall, looks like April yes. Overall. Like how daughters can look like their mothers, or brothers look like their fathers as much as each other. Very much in passing. But they sound like if April spoke a few registers higher and drew out their vowels a bit too hard. They also speak like they’re trying desperately to not say how stupid they think you are.

Bingo is bad at personally speaking to people. But Bingo needs the same thing as Michael!Distortion does at that point: the hive not to win. Thus, bothering with Sasha at all. Because it knows it can’t talk to April--they won’t trust it, even if they know it isn’t lying for once. The others were options, but Sasha would be more prone to investigating it. Thus.

But April is just going to hear how she just. Confronted it. Talked to it. Went where it wanted her to go.

And they’re going to calmly have to walk over and flatly request Michael hold them in place for a moment. Then, after clearing their throat, just flat shouting “HOW ARE YOU SO FUCKING STUPID? I DON’T CARE IF JON WOULDN’T HAVE BELIEVED YOU, DO YOU HAVE THE SELF PRESERVATION OF A LEMMING? THE MYTH ONE, THE ONES THAT JUST FUCK OFF CLIFFS? YOU LOOKED DIRECTLY AT A WOODCHIPPER AND SAID ‘sure i will try to fist that’ WITH NO PREAMBLE! ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE--” “I did my due diligence--” “Fuck due diligence! Fuck it! Anyone runs into that godforsaken abomination again, you come to me! You come to me and you tell me so i can deal with it!” “And you’re going to do WHAT, April? Yell at it?” “I’m going to put a foot up its ass, that’s what i’m going to do!” “How is that any saner a reaction--” “I didn’t say it was! It’s fucking lunatic! But it hasn’t killed my ass yet, and i’ll be fuck damned if it lays one creepy fucking hand on anyone else in my archive!” “Enough!” Jon didn’t like raising his voice. He also did not like the sheer weight of April’s gaze nearly knocking the wind out of him. “Firstly, you are out of line. Sasha is a grown woman, entirely capable of assessing risk. While i agree that this was not her finest hour in that regard, it was up to her to make the decision. Secondly, this is not your archive. I appreciate the concern for your coworkers, but if anyone is going to be responsible for the safety of the staff down here, it will be me. Now, you’re going to calm down and either finish your reports for the day or go home. Your choice.” A long, boiling stare over approximately a full minute. Enough to make everyone uncomfortable and to make Jon deeply concerned about the flammability of his face. Eventually they gave a jerk of a nod and patted at Michael’s arm to signal he could let go. He patted them gently on the shoulders before retreating back to his desk. Slowly, April returned their gaze to Jon’s face and tilted their head just a tick. “Then i hope you step up right quick, Jon. Because this thing doesn’t fuck around. It wants something. It needs something. That’s the only reason it would bother being stared at for so long. Not your fault, Sasha, but good god.” With a shudder they straightened up, shoulders pushed back. Their expression morphed into something he couldn’t quite read. “I’m going home. Do me a favor and don’t trust the goddamn door.”

They’ll feel bad about it in the morning, honestly, but trauma panic isn’t always reasonable. Just. scream and then calm.

#eldritch bingo au

[anesan]

Caretaker

Jin was handling it like a champ, she had to give him credit. Yuna knew he must have felt like shit, but he was trying to be brave for her sake. Which was stupid, because he had a broken rib and lots of internal bruising according to the doctor he’d finally seen. Jin was given heavy duty opioids in order to dull the pain, but he hadn’t wanted to take them. He’d seen too many yakuza get hooked on that shit and he didn’t want to try it. So he was in an immense amount of pain, not doing anything about it, and pretending like he didn’t want to faint every time he got up to take a piss. Yuna wanted to shake him.

“I think I’m feeling better today,” he said from where he was still lying prostrate in the big hotel bed. “We can go to that pizza place you wanted to try.”

“Yeah, and have you fall face-first into the pizza when you can’t pretend your whole body isn’t hurting?” Yuna asked skeptically. “No thanks. You’ll ruin the meal.”

“You can just… Eat around me?”

When Yuna’s only response was a glare, Jin dropped his head back to the pillow and sighed.

“This was supposed to be a nice trip for you,” he complained. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Well, it did,” she replied, a little sharper than she intended to. She made sure to soften her tone when she spoke again. “There’s no point in beating yourself up over it. Someone else already did that for you.”

He chuckled and winced, clutching at his ribs. At least he could still laugh at all this. Yuna didn’t quite think she could yet.

“Feeling better, hmm?” she asked pointedly. 

“Alright, I might’ve jumped the gun on that,” he admitted. “I just feel bad you’re cooped up here in the room with me all day.”

Yuna was a little annoyed about it too, but she’d rather be in there with him just in case whoever it was that fucked him up came back to finish the job. She didn’t know what she’d do if they did, but she would at least try. 

“Don’t,” she said, sitting on the foot of the bed by his stretched out legs. His feet were poking out of the blanket and she idly flicked at one of his exposed big toes. “The room service is pretty good. And the view from the balcony’s amazing. I feel like I can see for miles.”

“I wanted to take you out there,” he said pitifully. “You’d love it.”

“Then you’ll just have to take me back here one day,” she said. “For a proper vacation this time, not a ‘business trip.’”

Jin grew quiet and Yuna shot a glance toward him. He was smiling softly to himself.

“I think that’s fair,” he replied. 

“Now that that’s settled,” Yuna said. “You can stop apologizing for all of this. It’s kind of a turn-off to be honest.”

Jin laughed again, followed quickly by a groan as he rubbed at his ribs again.

She crawled up the bed until she was face to face with him and then dipped her head to kiss him on the forehead. She’d have liked to kiss him properly, but his lip was still too swollen for that. She didn’t fail to notice the way his cheeks flushed a slight pink color when she pulled away.

“If you want, I’ll let you order me take-out from that pizza place,” she said. “And takeout from somewhere fancy for dinner.”

“Alright,” he agreed. “Anything you want.”

“I’m talking five-star, Michelin ranked, portions way too small for what they charge.”

“Anything you want,” he repeated. “Just pick.”

“And they say perfect men don’t exist,” she quipped. This earned another laugh followed by a groan.

“Shit, that hurts,” he griped.

“Alright, you big baby,” she said, flopping down beside him. She unlocked her phone and began to scroll. “You get some rest and I’ll decide how to further bankrupt you this evening.”

#drabble #drabbles #v: yakuza #injury cw

[hazbinextgeneration]

Safe Haven’s Angel Book1 Ch47

"WHAT?!"

The classroom went silent and everyone turned to give the moth girl a look. Miracle slowly turned a bright green and sank further into the pink neck fluff before muttering an apology. Her friends stared at the purple demon like he had suddenly grown another head.

"Indigo." He calmly turned his attention to the jackalope who narrowed her eyes. "No offense. But are your gears too tight? We JUST told you that her dad is a demon hunter." His ear twitched as he cocked a brow. "I understand perfectly. And I would like to meet Miracle's parents."

Cappuccino facepalmed before sliding her hand slide down her face and looked at him. She groaned. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

"I understand your concern, but exactly how long do you think your family can keep me a secret from him? Don't you think it's bad enough that he could find from someone else and have a meltdown?"

"Well, what are we supposed to do? Just walk up to him and say 'Hey, Uncle Fitch!," She looked up and motioned her arms like she was talking to someone, " You know how you hate demons and kill 'em for a living? Well, Mirry has a demon boyfriend, but not only that, his parents work for the Devil himself. But please don't kill him. He's a great guy and wants to meet ya!'" Her faced snapped back to a scowl. "Yeah. You'd be dead after he hears 'demon', and that's if you aren't killed already for being the secret boyfriend he didn't know existed."

"Indy, I really hate to say this, buuuuut they have a good point. M-Mr. Hatchet was scary enough when you guys got together. Maybe it's for the best?"

"Vikki, not you too. Out of everyone-"

Tap, tap, tap!

The rapping of knuckles on wood caught everyone's attention as they all turned to the mute dragon. Ounce everyone was looking at him he pointed at Indigo before making a chapping motion.

"...Hey! That's not a bad idea!" Cappuccino lit up instantly. "We can just tell 'em you're part robot. He'll never know the difference."

He rose a brow. "So you want to lie to him?"

"It wouldn't be lying, just leaving out the demon part out so he won't freak out. We'll tell 'em you're a demon later down the road.....Much later."

Indigo still didn't look convinced as his brow rose further. "Cap. This is a terrible idea. Too many things could go wrong-"

"I-If you don't want to meet my parents-" He flinched at the sudden voice of his girlfriend. The moth slowly crept out from the pink fluff and looked up at him. "-t-then you better agree to this."

A look of utter shock came over him. "Miracle. Are you of all people suggesting er deceive your own parents like this?"

Miracle gave him a look."My parents. My rules. N-Now you agree o-or I'm putting my foot down."

The two stared at each other for a couple seconds before Indigo sighed and turned away.

"Fine. But I don't like this plan."

Miracle smiled at his reply and visibly relaxed too. They had one problem solved for now at least. Now all that was left was figuring out how to tell Fitch about his demon half-

RRRRIIIIIIINNNGG!!

She squeaked at the sudden ringing of the bell earning a chuckle from her boyfriend. Yeah. This might be a problem. Everyone shuffled and got up to go towards the door with everyone else when a shout caught her attention.

"Vikki?"

The wolf stopped and turned around towards the teacher. He was giving her a look which instantly made her ears drop and she swallowed.

"Um...Yes, Mr. Turkiose?"

"Could you stay after class for a few minutes? I want to have a word with you about something."