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What if? During the courtroom scene in Heaven where Vaggie is revealed as an angel, the orb shows everyone the whole story of sparing the child, her eye and wings being taken, and Charlie saving her.
Charlie SNAPS!
After turning Adam and Lute into stains on the wall, she tells Sera if they attack her people, especially HER ANGEL again, she won't hold back next time.
Vaggie, is terrified and REALLY turned on.
Charlie: "A... child? You were- for a child?"
Vaggie: "Charlie, sweetie, maybe let's talk about this once we're safely home and not surrounded by angels-"
*BLAST OF HEAT LIKE FROM A FURNACE*
Fully Demon Charlie: "A C H I L D?"
Lute: (hair completely fucked up from hellish wind gust) "Uh."
Adam: (halo tangled in the horns of his mask by same gust) "Oh."
Vaggie: (windswept) (still nervous) (also grinning like she does later on when adam gets killed) "....orrrr you could give 'em a little taste of hell now right, as a treat."
Emily: (raises her hand eagerly-)
Sera: (-reaches over and quickly pushes Emily's hand down again)
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#vaggie#chaggie#emily hazbin hotel#lute hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel adam#sera hazbin hotel#incorrect quotes#bbq 'ed first man#i feel#like that would've been on the menu in this scenario#at the very least lute and adam would've come out of it smelling of singed feathers
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Salvation - DI Joseph Chandler x Reader
A/N: I absolutely love Whitechapel, and I've binged the show about five times. I also love Joe Chandler as a character and so badly wish ITV hadn't cancelled it when it did.
Warnings: DI Chandler has OCD, which is referenced frequently throughout the show. My fics will also focus on his OCD, but it won't always be the main focus. Please note that while i don't have OCD myself, I draw on the experiences of Joe's character for inspiration. I apologise if the portrayal of OCD is not 100% correct.
Synopsis: When Joe meets you at a party, will he find the courage to ask you out? Or will his inner demons get the better of him?
18+ only below the cut!
DI Joseph Chandler knew he wasn’t an easy man to be with. He had issues, ones that extended far beyond what any normal relationship could handle. Every day he faced a constant battle with his own mind; the urge to both fight and give in to his compulsions drew him to the brink of insanity.
He’d tried to find love in the past, tried so hard to make it work, but in the end they all left. They couldn’t put up with his overwhelming need for complete control over his life, the inability to deviate from the ridiculous, unachievable set of rules he’d laid out for himself. Joe had watched one former girlfriend pack her bags as he obsessively switched the kitchen lights on and off. He wanted to go to her, to beg her not to leave, but it was as though a force had glued his finger to the switch.
Each time a case took a dark turn, each time Joe failed to a save an innocent life, the compulsions grew worse. They rotted him from the inside out, seeping into his very being like a poisonous mould. He was helpless, powerless to stop them. His colleagues tried to help him, tried to keep him anchored to the world. Ray would make excuses to stop by, even on his days off to check how his boss was doing. He’d organise BBQ’s and parties just to get Joe out of the house, to give him something to think about other than the cases that constantly consumed him. Ray tried to hide the fact he threw these events just for Joe, but Joe was no fool.
It was at one of these distraction events that he first laid eyes on you. The first thing he noticed was your smile, the way your cheeks dimpled as you laughed. Your eyes were bright, and full of kindness. When you looked at Joe, it was like he was finally being seen for the first time in his life. Ray was terrible at introductions, fumbling over his words as his wife egged him on behind Joe’s back. You bit back a smile, shaking Joe’s hand as Ray mumbled about heading to the BBQ to check on the sausages.
You were a historian, a friend of Ed’s, and you’d heard all about DI Chandler. He was more handsome that you’d expected, but just as uptight and clinical as Ed had described. However, you knew exactly why Ed valued him so much as a friend. Joe was incredibly kind; he had wit and innocent charm. You could see sadness in his eyes, his shoulders weighed down by a lifetime of hardships. You knew there was another of side of Joe, just screaming to get out. You talked for hours, the rest of the partygoers fading into nothingness as you looked into each other’s eyes. Joe wanted to ask you out for a drink, wanted to take you away to a quiet corner of a pub where he could focus solely on you. Your voice was like the sweetest song, the curves of your body silhouetted perfectly against the blue fabric of your dress. Joe wondered what it would be like to run his hands over the silk material, to feel the warmth of your skin against his. He craved your touch, needed you like an addict needs his next fix.
It was you who asked him out in the end. You weren’t usually this confident, but you had the courage of Sauvignon Blanc running through your veins, and you so desperately wanted to get to know Joe better. He was an enigma; one you were dying to crack. As he walked you to your front door, Joe’s eyes fluttered to your lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss you. Your cherry red lipstick was iridescent and impossibly bold, even in the dimly lit streetlights. He wanted you to mark his skin with lipstick stains, to leave him breathless and begging for more.
Instead, he politely kissed you on the cheek and wished you a goodnight. He’d see you again in a few days’ time, his nerves already jittering at the thought of spending more time with you. As his feet carried him through the late-night streets of London, Joe wondered why no one else had ever made him feel this way. The smell of your perfume hung in his nostrils, the sound of your laughter still ringing in his ears.
As he lay in bed, sleep evading him, Joe wondered if maybe you could be his salvation.
#whitechapel#di joseph chandler#joseph chandler#joseph chandler x reader#joe chandler#joe chandler x reader#rupert penry jones#itv#itv whitechapel
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There’s a Mariposa/Fairytopia AU with Idia in it, sign me up :D. What’s it about it again cause I only heard of it today :|
You're not the only one, anon... it was an au in drafts actually :'3
But the thing is that it smushes together both mariposa and fairytopia movies, but with a touch of ✨️bazzzazzzz✨️
We have Idia as a hermit kind of fairy, mostly since he resembles more of a moth. He is one of the few night fairies, as such many wanted him to work for nightshift jobs.
He lives with Ortho and Bibble in a small retreated house in a tree hole. Ortho and Bibble usually do errands, as Idia stays at home mostly. For Ortho, it is a bit hard to go around, since he has a broken wing.
One day tho, an illness seems to break out. It first affects the lower ranks fairies, so many think it was just a seasonal flu.
Unfortunately, Ortho falls ill and Idia doesn't know what to do. He and Bibble do their utter best to take care of Ortho, but he was down with a fever for a few days and his face lost its usual rosy color. Idia was getting worried as time went on and nothing seemed to work. He was absolutely desperate.
Idia tho, also notices something: Ortho's wings, which were normal fairy wings, started to lose their sparkle and looked as if they were sucked out of their usual magic. Idia wondered why Ortho's fire hair wasn't having the same treatment, but he decided to first find a cure.
So under Bibble's insistence, Idia decides to go and venture to the city and find someone who might know how to help his brother. Because he was so worried, he also got Ortho with him. Because of his moth like wings being a bit more stronger than normal fairy wings, Idia had it easier to get around with it.
But no doctor around could help him. They all said the same thing: this flu was so bad, that even the queen got affected. At This point, all the doctors were looking for a cure and until then, everyone affected will suffer.
The best Idia could do was to find a doctor that could take proper care of his brother. But being absolutely salty and petty about it, he decides to go to the library to find a lead to at least tend to his brother's condition.
That's when Idia meets horni boi. :'3
Malleus was more of a library enthusiast, so he begged of Idia to help him cure his mother. In return, he would demand for Ortho to get the best care the kingdom has to offer.
Idia of course, was skeptical, but Malleus insisted that he would even go with him. Idia accepted it as long as Malleus will get all the credit for it. As long as he doesn't have to deal with popularity, he will do anything. He still was suspicious of Malleus, cuz yes. The circumstances really were too opportune.
As such, the 2 embark on an adventure while everyone else buys the Malleus duplicate made out of sticks and leaves. Man... Lilia, silver and Sebek be pulling some titanical efforts to sell the idea that stick-Malleus was the real prince of the fairy valley, while Malleus himself is risking his ass for an epic adventure alongside the resident antisocial moth.
They meet the mermaids(Azul and the twins almost throw the mer government while trying to help the 2 in their adventure), they also stumble upon sum nymphs, almost get BBQ-ed by a volcano, Bibble is just an icon and deserves a medal for making acts of service for humanity. U-U9
They do find out that Malleus's aunt, who was denied to the throne was the one responsible, wanting to use this illness as a cover-up for ripping off magic from fairies around via this illness. And it needed only one more: Idia's, since him being a moth fairy, he was a rare find and he had very weak magical power, but an insanely game-changer perk: his wings. His wings were not on magic base, rather all are not without any spec of magic on them. Hence Idia couldn't be affected by magical illnesses like the rest of the fairies. (might add later on it with a whole biology lesson about why)
But hey... They save the day. And Bibble does get a medal from the queen. Because he's the one who actually saves them. :D
Following that, we might have some other adventures, but that would be the main one. Ya know :3c
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nauseous Bl0WF1sh
i hav bronchitis again n moi fwend chris says it cuz ima “chronic smoker.” Whatever dat meanzz !!!!?
uMmmmummmmUmmm Ummmmm.!! moi ribzzz hurt from coughin N i had a Wasian hot doc prescribe meH a genZ pack for the nxt 6 days .! i Think she was in luv wif meh cuz she was lik ….”Soo ur feeling sick????🥺🥺🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺” n She wrote me 2 doc notes n encouraged meh to R3st … <3 heart eyes.!!! Im sniffly n BORED.!!!! N my breath smells like arabic coffee. =] i wanna learN how2 Read tha groundzz so i Kan c my future n how my wife gonna lOok Like. I dink she will hav freckles . ?
my new Profesor baggie is my old Hello kitty Crossbady bag i used in lik 3rd grade n i Loveee my mommy for saving it for me.!! Idk how it didn’t wear n Tear or iDk how i Didnf break it already at dis point cuz my Mummy calls me “a power puff girl”.!!! (aka i Alwayz broke everYth1nG growing up… the fridge, bathroom sInk, etc.)
iPhone journal entry 03/01/2023
5:39am on the L train bak home holding a tray of rly bad pasta i ated half of but left tha rest on the train Cuz i forgot n was mad .!!!!!
“the man sitting next to me on the subway smells like microwaved bean and cheese burritos and everyone that commutes at this time wears black and grey and navy. shades of it at least.
i hate when people stare at me. but they do. and i feel like i look mean for a reason. maybe discreetly i want people to be afraid of me. or to make their assumptions. i want to be judged and complain about it. to feel alienated all over again over and over and over again.
why do people wear their wedding rings so freely in this city? or do we really just care far too much about our presentation, myself included.
why am i always counted as second best. or why do i feel as it from the people who make me feel first and last at the same time.”
:-[ SIMP!!!!11111 >_<
my students keep asking me if i identify as an “emo” and a “e-girl” .! N asking if i am a bOy or A gUrl. lolz.!! my Ex situationship is now back to being my current situationship aagain cuzz um he may or may not hav written mEh a poem about fisting me on Queer craigslist which i frequently check N it was romantic . soo We had a closure convo at this Coffee shoppe n i brought a puppy who was tryna fight sum kid there n it wuz awkward n sad n Wonderwall by oasis was playing so obvz it ended in seggs.
i May or mAy not have Snuck into a homeless shelter to hav Sex the other nite cuz i felt Like it . Wrote a poem ab it !.!!
“
twin size mattress
spiky shy seductive fingers
sugar dissolves with heat
and turns golden brown.
caramel kisses on my mouth
u blew weed smoke into
sorry i freaked out.
but we play the system well
i throw ur jacket down three flights and three floors
u say when
and i’ll go
we don’t need a car to go somewhere only we know “
YEAZZZZZZZ SOOOOOOOOOO i had alottaaa weirdOo dreamzz sleeping dere.!!! dreamt of gettin strapped DOWN on a fire scape then also of a blowfish tht kept frowing up itself over n over again til it died then ppl ated it.! Then had a dream i wrote a poem w all my students in spanish n i was teaching a poetry class ssomrwhere Not in America lolz.!! iimm missing the rly Kute bedazzledd “0Bama” beanie i saw at domsey N didn’t buy . it’s been aB 2 months since i saw it dere . Anyway.! security at work was using bathroom n the toilet seat Rn slammed down on his Dick while he was peeing and he just screamed “DAMN WHAT da FUQ WHAT DA FUQ .!!!” :-]
i luv walkin around chinatown w my friendzz n gettin milky T n finding Hello-kitty jumperzz n pjs at F21 >.< n twinkz fashion show at Dallas Bbq wuz kute n i still get kinda shy ab ppl takin moi pix.!Then we danced to music w moi speaker outside afterwards n Then went w group of pplz we just met to a seggs shoppe. Then we tried to find an el bano 4 meh to pee in n may hav accidentally said” fukk” in front of 2 many babies. Then went 2 somewherenowhere n got Vip-ed cuz we r Kewl n hot n do k off each otherzz nailz lik paris hilton n Nicole Richie n cuz starz r BLINDzz.!! theN may or Not hav been on E from 1pm-6am n lost the Spikezz to our bracelets N our gauges in our ears .!!!i luv Kuddling w moi fwendzz post club tho n napping then goin out again.!! N finally bein able to climb up 2 the top of the skate ramp 2 sit dere n why do ppl smoke crack at substance abuse sk8 Park .? mayB cuz it’s called substance abuse :-p ??? hehe duh!!
soooo I ordered dinn from “Miss dongs burgers” cuz trans girlsss hav the sexiest cocks<33 n ordered soft shell crab burger N omfg her crabzz were yummy.!! LOLZZZ im thinkin of the cuRse of curves lyrics while singing another song “ ur beautiful ‘ by james blunt with strangers at a sexy bodega off broadway n also Crying cuz i lost my second pair of reading glasses again and also buying a kids babyPhat shirt even tho it’s a 5-6 size shirt cuz i like the print n Now family dollar sells baby phat beanieZ. ??? i luv living in the wick!!<3
all three of us gave ourselves black eyes on the same eyeball .?!?! within a week apart.?!?! brujajajajajajajaja :-0 i yam Defeating anorexia day by day n it is so hard but i kant keep holding on2 it. N i wanna b able to eat at wei’s n cafe mogador w moi fwendzz n even doe my Ex who used to yell at meh at dunkin’ donuts got herpes from the falafel there i still enjoy eating at dat place .! i realized many thingzz keep me up at nite more than adderal n insomnia. Like pornstar nikki hearts n the old Lex logo. Blu lex logo wuzz shmexy. wrote another iphone note 4 dayzz ago ab how much i need time alone rn cuz i feel v overly stimulated n lik everything is jus2much , n how do we rly even communicate w one another when we don’t get anywhere w our actions.??
“talk talk talk
all we do is talk ,
but talking isn’t always communicating
and listening doesn’t always fix everything
days go by and u feel nostalgic for the nites u didn’t spend admiring the moon . n i lost my heart to get yours to get close to yours. never thought itd hurt this bad. and i’ll never try to dominate the conversation but im sorry if my voice escalates.”
moi wk wuz Kute those were my highlights .!! also helping w a styling pull for bobbi brown ^_^!!!.!!.!!!.!!! kinda excited to meet moi new they she therapist tmrw mornin n get Fixed (not bottom surgery but U kno, with electroconvulsion.)) i also defzz went on a reddit khole n joined lik 4 diff fourms which i kannot disclose cuz uh uh uh uh uHhHhhH yea 2 vulnerable but i changed my username to charlixcx1997 N now i kinda wanna change my name from ren to charli cuz it’s also unisex/andro AF n cute butt ANYWEYZZ yah wuld luv to continue to stay N chat n type n Talk but Yes i am busy brainstorming lesbian spring date ideazz like goin to Dock aznn eatery n eating oysterzz then picking flowers at maria Hernandezz then going 2 moi room wHile we turn the disco lights …. hide under blankies n analyze the lyrics to fast car by tracy chapman n then ask each other our fav pasta shapes then nail our hands together .!!!!<3<3 <3 <3 <3
Xxxxxx with xxxtra xxx,
ren<3
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Misconstructed
SUMMARY: Stiles and Derek have known each other for years. Stiles fell firmly head over heels for the man who saved his friend during an epileptic event. When he learned he was a magical conduit called a Spark and the door to being a member of Derek's pack opened, Stiles was ready to rush through it. But he waited, wanting to be someone Derek wanted in his pack, Stiles wanted to earn his spot. Derek didn't know how to tell Stiles that he was welcome, had been welcome since Scott had been bitten, but all conversations were turned on their head when Stiles was involved. Then he was gone, off to earn his degree and Derek waited for his return, putting his affection for the young man on the back burner. Talia could see what they were missing and decided to take matters into their own hands.
WARNINGS: No hale fire (does that need a warning?)
NOTES: This is my sterek secret santa gift for @inatshej I finally got around to posting it on tumblr, better late than never.
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When Stiles was 18, he feel in love for the first time. At the age of 22- standing in the local grocery store debating between kettle cooked and baked BBQ chips- Stiles realized he never feel out of it. He watched from the corner of his eye as Derek Hale, paramedic and Alpha in training of the Hale pack snapped at the person on the other side of the heated phone call. Stiles prayed silently that his pulse stayed steady as Derek huffed a sigh. The four years since stiles had seen him did nothing to lessen Derek's good looks. The Alpha power settled well into his jawline and broad shoulders. Derek had always been good looking but now he was almost criminally good looking.
Stiles spent more than enough time with the Hales, and he could sympathize with Derek's frustration especially when Laura was involved. Stiles had spent most of his high school years priming his spark into the beginnings of his witch craft. When senior year came, to appease Talia Hale her husband Michael and his own father Stiles followed his dream to get a masters of Business degree for his own shop one day and along the way he chose to get a teaching certificate to sub for the elementary school if needed.
"Stiles? Is that you? You're back? why didn't anyone tell me?" Derek sounded slightly hurt by being kept out of the loop. Stiles blinked, coming back to the current moment. Stiles could almost smell the sour tinge to his woodsy scent, he just refrained from wrinkling his nose in distaste.
"Derek! Hey, yeah I am back. I graduated this semester but had a couple TA things to finish up so I stayed an extra couple weeks. I officially have my master's in business and teaching with a focus on English and History. So I can run a shop and maybe sub every so often for Beacon Hills School District. I had a gen-ed class that led to me finding teaching really fun but not fun enough to give up my craft. I like kids but not that much. And Math is scary. I barely know it how am I supposed to teach it? The teaching thing added a year to my schooling but it worked out well enough in the end." Stiles said. "And no one didn't really not tell you because I have only been back for like a week. I found a place but it needs a little work, so I am staying with dad while he calls in some favors for me. I have been trying to hide while the shop is fixed up a bit and I can get settled into the apartment above it." Stiles tried to smother the anxious edge in his flowery lilac and sharp magical scent before it got too thick, Derek had the best nose of the entire Hale pack. Stiles didn't miss Derek taking a deeper breath, reading his nervousness in his scent.
"How are you doing taking over the pack instead of your sister? How is everyone?" Stiles tried to change the subject, wanting to move on but not wanting Derek to go just yet.
"We're doing fine. You haven't been home in a while, you missed the new members getting invited in the spring. A few of them you know, I think. They came on Scott's recommendation, last year. The three of them quickly accepted once they heard the benefits. You'll have to come around soon to re-meet everyone." Derek tried to smile but it fell a little flat. The nerves Stiles was unable to smother fully growing again. Stiles had always been receptive to others emotions and since the beginning of the conversation, Derek had seemed disappointed in Stiles.
Derek, smelling the yet to leave nerves and seeing Stiles tense up more the longer the conversation goes on, pulls out his phone. "Is your number still the same? Do you need mine? I can shoot you a text for when the next get-together is." Stiles scent turns even more, stinking up the aisle they are in. Unbidden, Derek reached out to touch Stiles' shoulder wanting to reassure and soothe the man in front of him.
'Did he get rid of my number? I haven't been gone that long, have I? Is he upset I was away? I want to be an asset for him, not a hinderance.' Stiles took a slow breath trying to calm down knowing his scent had developed to rotten flowers, Scott told him his anxiety made his scent sour and gross. "Um. My number should be the same." Stiles peeked quickly at the contact info and nodded once. "Yep, that 's me. Just text me whenever or Laura can, whatever. I-uh-have to get going, dad is expecting me soon." Stiles without waiting for a response hurried to the checkout, resolving to go shopping tomorrow to get the rest of his list.
Derek watched him go, the sour smell of rotten flowers lingering behind. 'Did I say something wrong? Stiles has always been sensitive to others emotions. I wasn't the reason he was so nervous, right?' Derek asked himself. He sighed and hurried through his shopping, wanting to get home and ignore what happened.
Stiles pulled into his childhood home's driveway, hands barely full, walking into the kitchen to drop off his bounty. John was sitting at the table. He could see from the slump of his shoulders, Stiles was ruminating on what had happened.
"Stiles, son. Everything okay?" John asked hesitant.
"Dad, I saw Derek today." Stiles spoke directly to the groceries. John raised an eyebrow at his son's back. "He looks good. The Alpha power settled nicely. He looks good."
"Yes, He is doing well. Talia said he will be a wonderful Alpha. He is a fantastic paramedic as well. A real town treasure." John said, studying his son.
"Yeah, I bet he has girls tripping over themselves right now. I'm glad he is doing well. He invited me to the next get-together, saying how the pack has some new members, I should meet." Stiles said. He finished putting groceries away. "I didn't get everything on the list. I got distracted. I'll go tomorrow and finish. I think I am going to take a nap." John watched in silence as Stiles went up the stairs. He waited until he heard the door open and shut before pulling out his phone.
“Talia, Stiles just came home. Told me he saw Derek at the store. I don't think their reunion went very well."
"Derek came home smelling faintly of Stiles. But it was a sour anxious smell. I know Derek has been in love with him for years, but he seemed sad, like he did something wrong. I will talk to him and let you know what I find out." Talia said on the other side of the call.
"I was the first person Stiles told, when he decided to pursue his craft to be an asset for the Future Hale pack. He studied all through high school and university to hone his spark and be an emissary, and be useful in the future. He didn't spend almost 5 years of his life to quit now. Maybe they are needing some time to get reacquainted with each other." John said. Talia hummed in agreement.
"Let's give them both some time to get used to the idea of each other. If we push too hard this will backfire. Stiles would make a lovely Alpha Mate and Emissary to the pack. He keeps Derek in check like no one else can and Derek helps keep Stiles grounded. They love each other, we just are going to help them see it. I will talk to you later, Sheriff. Have a good night." Talia bid him goodbye before disconnecting the call. John leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling or rather the floor of his son's bedroom. He prayed for his happiness.
Two and half months later, Stile and John had been to two of the pack full moon parties. Stiles getting more and more comfortable each time, especially when he realized the new members of the Hale pack were Lydia Martin-a recently discovered Banshee, Erica Reyes-an once-epileptic who petition for the bite (a seizure in high school had lead to Stiles seeing Derek in acting as a paramedic and falling in love and never recovering), Vernon Boyd-who was asked to take the bite by Derek and Issac-A born wolf who's adopted dad abused him and petition to join the pack. Stiles knew them all from high school, and was incredibly happy they had found a family in the Hale's. They joined Scott-who was bit by a rough alpha sophomore year his mate Alison-a huntress from a strict code following family, Jackson-who had been possessed by a homicidal lizard and needed the bite to break the link. The rest of the Hale family made up the pack: Talia and Micheal, Laura, Derek, Cora, their uncle Peter and cousin Malia.
Stiles's craft shop/apartment/emissary base had finally been deemed livable by everyone and he had finished settling in a few days prior. He had officially moved out of his dad's house and bloomed into a full-fledged adult. He already had a steady following of patrons from his university days, connections formed over the past few years, and the blog he had been managing in his free time. While Stiles had an innate spark in him, he knew that classic witchcraft was nothing to look down upon, manifestation and intention and ingredients all had their own powers. The first day he was open, several dozen people from neighboring towns came in for orders they had placed or last minute items. He was also visited by the Hale Alpha and Alpha Mate and kids.
"Alpha Hale, good to see you. How are you doing? Did you need something?" Stiles asked from the corner of the shop, he was stocking books and journals and the like. "Oh! Derek! Laura! Welcome to Clear Intentions."
"Thank you Stiles. We don't need anything from the shop, but rather we need you. and Dr. Deaton, if we can convince him to come. We have a pack coming from a few states away that have been dealing with a monster problem and some problems with gardens. They are coming to petition us for help-that unless the two of you deem otherwise-we will be giving. Based off the information, it is a Wendingo or maybe a dream-eater. We wanted the two of you to be at the meeting. Alan is my emissary, retired or not and...Well...." Talia trailed off. Derek stepped forward, Stiles gaze locking on instantly.
"Stiles, I Alpha in training of the Hale Pack of Beacon Hills, request you as my emissary for now until fate pulls us apart. I have been wanting to ask you for ages, not only does my pack know and respect you but I do as well. I held back from asking, knowing you wanted to better you skills and grow as a person. I have thought about this for years, I have no one else I want to ask. I need...no..want you as my emissary. Will you accept my offer and become a member of my pack?" Derek asked. Stiles blinked, He didn't know what his face looked like but knew his mouth was hanging open because his lips were drying out. Stiles closed it, licking his lips to moisten his mouth.
"Well. that is honestly an offer I can say I never saw coming. Alpha Hale, you agree with this?" Stiles didn't look away from Derek.
"Never doubted it for a second. I will say Stiles, I have no say over this decision. I can only recommend someone, I can't tell the next Alpha of the pack who to chose. This is all Derek." Talia said. Stiles could tell she was smiling, could hear the laughter in her voice.
"Alpha Derek, I will say this. I accept on a provisional base. I will be your emissary completely through this mission, and the next year. I will work on bettering my Spark, and my business and training your pack. At the end of the year, we can reevaluate or dissolve this agreement. I will also step aside, if you find a better fit, or someone else you would like to reach the offer of Emissary to. In return, I get to advertise that I am your emissary and all the pack affiliate benefits that come with that. Think fake dating to put a show on for your ex." Stiles voiced his terms, like this wasn't news he hadn't been working for years to hear. Derek blinked at him blankly.
"What? Are my terms unsatisfying to you?" Stiles questioned. He breathed evenly to keep his heart rate even, unsure as to why he was acting aloof when everyone in the room knew he would say yes.
"No, I am amicable to the terms. I am more surprised at he existence of said terms. Stiles, you have to know-" Derek cut himself off, shaking his head. "Thank you for your help. I'll call you when we know more, okay?" Derek's eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile. Stiles felt himself relax. Stiles nodded and the Hales all left.
Stiles finished stocking his shelves and did some bookkeeping trying to ignore his rude behavior to the Hales. 'Ever since I discovered my Spark, I wanted to be a member of the Hale Pack, and once my chance comes, I throw it away with useless conditions. What happens when someone better comes along and Derek asks them to take you place?'<\em> Stiles inner voice had always been ruthless. 'You maybe in love with that Alpha to be, but he certainly ins't in love with you, and you know the Emissary is a candidate for mating when the times comes. Are you going to be able to step away from all of that if it came to it?' <\em>Unbidden Derek's face while laughing came to mind. 'Yes. If he was happy, with no hesitation.' <\em>Stiles almost believed himself.
Less than a week went by before Derek contacted Stiles. He wanted him to stay the night at the Hale House for when the other pack arrived the next day. Stiles agreed, after closing up shop he packed a small bag grabbed his craft kit and headed to the House. Over the summer, the Pack had grown unbelievably close in a very small time. Stiles tried to keep his feelings for Derek that he had been harboring for years in check but seeing him grow the ragtag pack of college kids into a well piled pack wasn't helping. Stiles could almost see himself standing by Derek side as their pack accepted the mantle of protector Talia would be passing down. Derek was a wonderful Alpha in training, His authority remained unquestioned pardon Stiles but that was few and far between. He led the younger betas with grace and poise. Stiles was in awe every time the pack met for training. They all got along, working together to be better. The House was tucked on the edge of the Beacon Hills Preserve, giving the pack the privacy they needed and their car's shocks the workout they needed.
"Stiles! How are you?" Derek climbed off the porch coming to a stop by Stiles' jeep. Stiles was apologizing to his beloved Roscoe. Derek paused, knowing the fond, affectionate smile he was unsuccessfully trying to smother was evident.
Stiles turned around to make his way inside and jumped violently, cracking his funny bone off the door of Roscoe. "Shit! Holy fuck, that hurt." Stiles spit out between gritted teeth. "Why is it called a funny bone anyway? This is far from funny. I can't believe it. You are a menace to society. Why in god's name would you creep up on me out of the blue like that? Creeper-wolf." Stiles ranted as he rubbed his elbow, he could fell the small bump that would most definitely bruise.
"I apologize. I didn't mean to scare you. Are you alright? Let me see." Derek didn't wait for an answer before gently taking Stiles elbow, black veins sliding up his arm.
"Hey, you don't have to heal that. It is just an owchie. I've survived worse." Stiles tried to pull away with limited results-limited to nothing happening. Derek huffed, Stiles could tell he was amused though. He wasn't sure how.
"What is the point of having this ability if I can't use it on the people I care about?" Derek locked eyes with Stiles. Stiles was frozen, He felt like he was missing something. Derek was making unnecessary eye contact, like he was trying to say something. After a too-long of a second, Derek let go. He grabbed Stiles' bag leaving the Spark reeling by his jeep. Stiles unsteadily walked in, resolving to speak to Lydia or Alison or even Erica about what happened and get some womanly intuition to help sort out the tangle in his chest.
The next day around 2 in the afternoon, Stiles was watching an impromptu sparring match freeze and the entire pack swivel as almost one to the woods, instinctively they drew up in a circle around the human members. Stiles in response called his spark to his fingers, wanting to be ready.
"Hello! We mean no harm. We are the Dalton Pack from Montana. We came to Petition Help from the Hale Pack. May we cross the boundary?" A confident woman's voice came from just beyond the tree line.
Derek looked at his mother for the go ahead. Derek stepped forward, breaking the circle. Stiles stepped with him, wanting to show a united front. Derek shot him a small glare, Stiles winked in return. "I am Alpha-to-be Derek Hale. I speak for my mother and my pack when I say you are welcome as long as your intentions are honest and true. Please step forward so we may greet you properly."
The Dalton pack was small indeed, if the members standing in front of them were all they had. 6, two women and 4 men. They seemed young and skittish. Stiles could see why they came to the Hales if a true Wendingo was terrorizing them.
"Come in, We have lunch on the table. We can talk after we all had our fill." Talia stepped forward, handling the introductions. THe Daltons were only Daltons for they inherited the pack land and name after a while of them living on it and realizing they we from different places and pulled to the location. Sarah Dalton was the Alpha, Her second in command was Remi. Who was mated to Ashley. then the last two boys: Thomas and Robert were mates as well.
Lunch started out stilted, Awkward silences punctuating the hesitant conversations. Slowly with Stiles and Scott's lifelong friendship leading the way, the packs began chatting and bantering. Any food with a gaggle of hungry teenagers would disappear in minutes but with a pack and then some of hungry werewolves the food was gone in seconds. Everyone lingered over empty cups and plates as they all swapped tales of things that go bump in the night. Scott regaled the table with stories of their misadventures, basking in the second hand amazement of Stiles figuring out his Lycanthropy all by himself.
"I was bitten by a rouge Alpha a few years ago. I was clueless, and scared but also reckless and uncaring. My whole life had gotten turned around in bad day. Stiles refused to let me give up though, refused to let me think that this was a bad thing. He learned how to find an anchor and work through my emotions to prevent unwanted changes. He is pretty stellar." Scott was saying.
"Dude, you make it out like I did all the work. I just used my totally awesome google-fu skills and the scientific method. You were the one who actually did the leg work. Enough about me though. Let's get this party started, I'm taking bets." Stiles clapped his hands and pushed away from the table, the others quickly following suit.
The days passed with the Dalton pack learning from the Hale pack, discussions of how to proceed with the Wendigo problem. Sarah and Derek were flourishing as young Alphas. the packs playing well together. Then one day, dinner came and with it the announcement for the Wendingo.
"Attention everyone. I know you are all hungry and tired but this is important. As the full moon grows closer, we get stronger but so does the Wendingo. We will be leaving tomorrow. I appreciate all of you, and I expect all of you to do your best to end this terrible entity but also protect one another, the Dalton Pack and the people we are going to save. When we get there we will be relying heavily on Sarah and Stiles. We will need the Dalton's expertise on their pack lands. Stiles, will be doing as he always does." Derek smiled. "I am really hoping we won't need any of you 11th hour saves." I want everyone packed by tomorrow, we will be driving out. Now, let's eat." Derek ended his instructions to a chorus of affirmations. When dinner finished up everyone began racing around trying to pack their things, the house was full of chatter and ruckus.
"Lydia, can I share your curling iron? I don't want to pack mine. That seems a little overkill." Erica mused.
"Yeah, as long as you don't hog it." Lydia called back. Erica whooped.
"Are you really going to curl your hair for a Wendingo hunt?" Issac was quickly cut off.
"You never know when a woman's feminine wiles will get you out of trouble, my friend." "or into it" Scott mumbled, he grunted when Alison hit his shoulder.
"Also We aren't hunting as soon as we get there. If I shower and curl my hair on the first day, I should be okay until my next wash day." Erica said, continuing if nothing happened.
"Oh! That is a good idea. With all of us, If i wash my hair before we leave, as long as we have water I can wash when we get there." The girls' conversation quickly devolved into the debates of weekly or biweekly hair washing. The boys handled packing a bag of weapons for the token huntress and emissary in case something goes south.
"Stiles, can you tell me what you want packed." Scott said, opening the weapons cupboard. Stiles walked over pulling out a duffle bag and nudging Scott out of the way.
"You can't pack it. We need lots of silver. I need Silver stakes, knives, and axes. We haven't really talked about the Wendingo, but this will not be easy in any sense of the word. We need to stake the frozen heart, remove it and bury it in a silver box in a church cemetery. While someone removes the heart, the body need to be covered in salt and then burned, afterwords the ashes need scattered. They can control ice storms and tornadoes as well." Stiles said while packing the bag with silver weapons. It will definitely be the buddy system upon arrival. With a typical bait and kill tactic. We will only have one chance at this." Stiles swung a few knives, testing the reach and weight. Once satisfied, Stile zipped the bag up and hung a 'no wolves' tag to prevent unwanted injury. "Pack warmly kids, we will be a bit farther north than you are used to, not to mention the uncontrollable winter storms we may be fighting through. You may heal but hypothermia will kill you." Stiles spoke a bit louder than normal, waiting for the noises of agreement. He didn't want to think about why the hale pack treated his words as seriously as Derek's but they did.
Stiles creeped up the stairs, or creeped as well as he could in a house full of werewolves, coming to a stop outside of Derek's room. He had checked and double checked all the bags, vetoing the unnecessary things and adding some here and there. He had the betas pack the two cars with the bags and coolers of snacks for a seamless transition for the drive. He opened his mouth to speak, unsure why Derek hadn't called out to him already.
"I really want to, mom. They would be a great fit. There wouldn't be an issue with authority or camaraderie. The position of Emissary would be a perfect fit, I wish I had pressed more when we offered it the first time. The hesitation was unlike them. I don't know how to convince them this is what we both want. I want them even more than just my emissary." Derek sighed, Stiles knew from the heaviness he was rubbing his face in distress. Stiles peered around the door frame, his body moving on its own. Derek was facing the door, talking to his mother, looking lost and heartbroken. Stiles knew when he agreed to this with those stupid terms that he very well could be replaced but now he had played as Derek's emissary for too long, he had spent too much time with the pack. He had gone through the territory, casting his own charms and wards. He was the one in love with Derek and wanted to be his mate, but too scared to say anything. 'This is your own fault.' <\em>Stiles tried to calm down, he knew his must look a sight, chest heaving, face blanching, eyes wide and glassy.
"Stiles. You weren't supposed to hear that. Please. Wait. Breathe." Derek reached out, trying to placate him.
"I um-uh-i have to go. Plan a surprise party. For my dog." Stiles swallowed compulsively, unable to moisten his mouth. He could feel his heart breaking. 'Even when replacing me with someone better, he cares about me.' "I will see you tomorrow." Stiles didn't wait, just bolted down the stairs. He didn't get very far when he felt his wrist get snatched.
"Nope. You are not leaving me like that. We are going to talk this out like adults. We can talk in my room. I am not letting you leave while misunderstanding this. I have been quiet for much too long." Derek used his grip to pull Stiles along, passing a grinning Talia on the stairs.
"Why is your mom looking at me like that? it makes me kind of nervous." Stiles said.
"Probably has something to do with how she know I am as in love with you as you are in love with me. She has know for years, she finally decided to push me in the right direction after getting sick of my pining." Derek opened the door, pushing Stiles onto his bed, carefully laying his bulk on Stiles, holding him down.
"What? Wait, What? What?" Stiles heard his brain snap in half.
"I thought you were the smart one. I have been in love with you since I was 22 and saved Erica during a seizure. You were so scared-not of her but for her. I knew then that I would never find anyone else. You were trying to hard to take care of her, she had been having multiple seizures that day, before you finally called 911. You had shortly from then found out about your spark, I wanted to invite you into the pack then." Derek said.
"I have been in love with you since I was 18 and saved Erica when I called 911 after she had several seizures and I thought she was going to die. You assured me she wouldn't. You told me I had done well and I was a goner. I decided to hone my spark, learn business and getting a teaching certificate. I love kids and wanted to teach even a bit. I also wanted to be an asset for your pack. I didn't think I was ready which is why I came up with those stupid terms for being your emissary. I wanted to try to distance myself, in case someone better came along." Stiles began crying.
"You mean to tell me, I can be your emissary for real? The one thing I want in life, I get to have?"
"Absolutely. As long as you answer one more question for me." Derek said, thumbs brushing away Stiles' tears. Stiles nodded, trying to breath normally. "Will you also become my mate. I want no one else. I will want no one else. We can start running the pack together like I have been hoping for years." Derek looked at Stiles intently, eyes lit from within with pure love and adoration.
"Yeah. I would love to be your mate and emissary." Stiles gave Derek a weak, watery smile. Derek ginned back. "Can we just lay here for a little bit? I am not ready to face the others just yet."
A few hours later, they returned to the downstairs, Stiles instantly noticed the unpacked bags in doorways. The rest of the pack sat moping around the table. "What is going on?" Stiles asked accepting the hot chocolate handed to him by Scott. He gave him a small but genuine smile in return.
"I would like to introduce my cousin, Sarah. She is the alpha of the Dalton pack but they are a large well established pack without a wendingo problem. I may have recruited her to help lie to all of you in order for Derek to finally make a move. And it worked. Congradualtions Stiles and Derek. Our Alpha Mates at last. Only took four years but better late than never." Talia clapped, giggling to the silent table.
"My dad was in on this too wasn't he. Also Laura takes after you. Third, I think I need a nap." Stiles rubbed his temples, too drained to say much.
"Mom, I...what?" Derek gaped at her. "This was all a lie? Just to get me and Stiles together?"
"Also to test your Alpha abilities. Good job, hun. This full moon will be very important. You will be mated, Stiles will become your emissary and you will be inducted as Alpha of the Hale pack as I will be stepping down." Talia explained more in depth.
Her news this time was met with thunderous applause from the entire table. Everyone cheering for the two dumbfounded adults in the middle of everyone. Stiles and Derek just shared a glance. Derek pulled him in, pressing a soft warm kiss to his lips. "This is our future, are you ready?"
"I have been ready for years. You and i until the end of time, Derek. The question is, are you ready?" Stiles pressed a kiss to Derek's temple.
"Born ready. Bring it on." Their private bubble was broken by Issac and Scott yelling about no PDA where people eat breakfast. Stiles and Derek pulled away from each other to chase the boys around with exaggerated kissy faces and demands for affection.
#sterek#teen wolf#Angst with a happy ending#stiles stilinski#magical stiles stilinski#sterek as mates#no hale fire
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i have a whole concept and some scattered thoughts for a family vacation with bestfriend!haechan, dilf!johnny and his best friend lawyer!jaehyun. location: cabin log mansion in the woods next to a beautiful river.
haechan had already stripped out of his clothes and was having the time of his live in the fresh water while you were busy helping dilf johnny setting up the bbq stand. it started with some light touches that quickly escalated into a quickie- “the grill is not even heated yet here you are, hogging the meat all to yourself. greedy baby” johnny chuckled at your needy whines.
jaehyun’s turn was deep into the night when you were chillin’ on the deck, naked under the short satin chiffon robe when a tall shadow loomed over your petite figure. instinctively, you tilted your head backwards, just enough to face jaehyun’s huge bulge poking out of his sweats pant eye-to-eye. while you were having an intense starring contest with his protruding member, jaehyun’s left hand reached out to pet your head lovingly. “curiosity is gluttony. to see is to devour. care for a midnight snack little thing?” He teased as you got on your knees before his presence and lifted your head up slightly to lick over his sweatpants.
ok i hope you’re still hungry cause breakfast is the most important meal of the day mami 😏
you spaced out to the morning bliss scene, opposite from the kitchen island you were sitting at before you best friend emerged from his slumber. a tired yawn escaped haechan’s mouth moments as he scanned the room, he quirked an eyebrow at your hazy state. he knows that look, you guys used to watch porn together for a Sex Ed class. it was unnecessary to do so tbh, he just wanted to corrupt you. seemed like someone else had got to it first tho. damnit. haechan is a competitive man, a personality trait he inherited from his dad and boi does he wear it proudly. only took him two long strides to successfully block your view with his body.“sausage for breakfast? ye?”
iite im out. good day to you mami.
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Saw a Dean Smith post and had to go off.
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Dean Smith is a simple man. An average man. He orders salads from the cafe down the street. Talks to the other people on his floor when he steps out for his coffee. Has a unicorn laugh that errupts from his office on occasion. He’s sociable, competent, and attractive. There’s only one problem all the single women on the floor have with him.
His wife.
The elusive Mrs. Smith—to the office’s knowledge—is a secretary. They met in a smaller office in a smaller town. When they moved to the city, Dean got the job in Sales here at Sandover. The Mrs. Smith has a secretorial position for some small business that Dean isn’t particularly fond of. What—or rather who—Dean is terribly fond of is his wife. It puts a damper on prospecting flirtations.
He���s whipped. He blushes speaking about the better half. He keeps his personal life personal, but he can’t help but to gush about her garden. Speak for minutes on end about her hobbies and beeboxes. She’s terrible and terribly good for him in one fell swoop, all of Sandover collectively agrees. Even if it breaks a few hearts.
It all started when Sharon from Accounting ran into him at the coffeemaker in the break room.
Rumors over at the water cooler say that Sharon had asked Dean what his opinions were on some new paranormal show that her husband is obsessed with. Sam Wesson, a large man for an IT nerd, had suggested documentaries to her. Sharon had appreciated that, as it gave her some attempt to understand her husband’s newfound hobby.
Anyway, Sharon ended up asking Dean about said paranormal show to which Dean replied with a scoffed laugh.
“Ghosts?” He had reportedly chuckled. “I don’t believe in ghosts.” And that’s quoting Sharon from Accounting. If you believe that.
So Mark from Sales who is friends with Maria from Accounting who is in the cubicle next to Sharon asked Dean if he believed in aliens.
“Aliens I believe in,” he allegedly nodded. “We don’t know what’s out there. We do know what’s here, and it’s not ghosts.”
Sam Wesson from IT vehemently disagreed, but such is his way. He’s eccentric and weird.
Then Mark told Carol who told Beck who told Raj who told Ramona that Dean Smith didn’t beleive in ghosts. This would have been an unremarkable gossip circle except that Ramona works in HR, so when the office was planning on throwing Dean Smith, head of Sales, a party, Ramona decided a ghost themed party would be a gag.
It was a gag. It ran over smoothly, of course, and everyone was graced with a unicorn laugh.
“Cas is gonna get a kick out of this,” he reportedly chuckled, holding one of the paper ghosts Becky—also from HR—painstakingly cut. The person next to him was Rufus, an older fellow who has a good comradery with Dean even as much as they butt heads.
“Does Cas believe in ghosts?” Jillian asked the important follow up question.
“Believe?” Dean reportedly grinned. “Cas works for those uh—what are there names. Phantom Chasers.” He snapped his hands, trying recall the name.
Sam Wesson from IT piped up. “Ghostfacers?”
Dean pointed at the gargatuan IT. “Yeah, those guys!” He shook his head. “Cas could’ve got a position at any place, but they were hiring. Says the work ain’t too bad, and the pay might not be too cushy, but it’s better than the last place Cas was pushin’ pencils for.”
There was a sageful nod of apprecation at that. Sandover is not many people’s first stop. The office knows how awful the mountains of paperwork and corporte ladders can be. Dean seems to live comfortably, and seems to make sure Cas—because that’s what Mrs. Smith’s name is—is comfortable too. They went to the fancy lobster place three blocks over for their anniversary.
And the office only knows pieces. Knows that Bobby Smith is Dean’s father. That he was more of a father than Cas’ birth father—some man named Chuck. That Dean’s sister Jo adores Cas—but who doesn’t? Dean often says. It’s an endearing picture, even if after the Ghost Party things get... strange.
“Cas came home with ectoplasm.” He allegedly scoffed. “Do you know how much of a bitch ectoplasm is to get out of dress pants? Because now, apparently, I do.”
And the office can’t tell if Dean believes now or takes her excuses, but now Sam Wesson and Dean Smith talk in the elevator and Sharon talks to Dean about that paranormal show in the break room.
It comes to a head though after the third suicide in the office.
Everyone is on edge. It’s terrifying. The sales were great! The benefits... alright. Definitely not enough for this mass suicide that seems to be plaguing the office suddenly.
“Listen, it’s...” Dean’s sigh could be heard from outside of his office. “Can you just come see if it’s a ghost or not?” He reportedly begged.
Obviously, no one could hear the other end of the conversation, but they could hear the exasperated and fond, “love you, dear” that followed—even if they were pressed up against the closed office door to hear it. At least that’s what the reports say.
That’s how the Ghostfacers, Ed and Harry and Co, end up storming Sandover. They’re gangly and awkward, but they seem to know what they’re doing. Sandover be damned, but it is a ghost. They come walking out with a steaming trap and the promise to dispose of it.
“If they knew who the, er, guy was they’d be able to smoke him or something,” Dean explained awkwardly to Danny from Marketing, according to reports. “But since they don’t they just... trap them. That’s how Cas explained it.”
Sam Wesson from IT seemed more interersted than Danny. Even if the goliath was cradling his injured arm. Beck reported that Sam and Dean had swooped in to save Danny at the last moment. Danny was just pale and shaking from his near encounter with said ghost in the face of Dean’s reassurances.
“You’re not getting a disounct, Smith, just ‘cause you’re married into the family.” Ed, the one not holding the smoking trap, spoke.
Dean furrowed his brow. “Family?” He asked in disbelief.
“The Ghostfacers family,” Harry, the one with the trap, nodded. “Cas is a part of the Ghostfacers family. But you don’t get a family discount.” He turned to one of their crew cameras. “We don’t do family discounts.”
Ed hissed, blocking the camera’s view of Harry before he turned back to Dean. “But! Since we’re so nice, we’ll discount the disposal fee.”
“So you... will do a family discount?” Sam Wesson from IT questioned, eyeing the cameras cautiously. Like a moose out in the wild afraid of photographers. This is how the reports recorded it.
“No,” Ed huffed. “But Cas said you make a mean BBQ. And we do trades.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Real nice. Thanks.”
The doors to the office floor opened and a man with round glasses, soft and dark hair, and worried eyes made a dramatic entrance on to the scene. “Dean?”
Then tension in Dean’s shoulders eased, and the Mrs. Smith smile stretched across his face. This is based on the reports of Raj who is completely unbiased to the phenomena of Dean’s Mrs. Smith smile. “Cas,” he let out in a breath, taking his hand away from his forehead where he was pressing gauze into his wound.
Dean Smith and Sam Wesson were, apparently, brazenly brave and exceedingly difficult to work with—according to the Ghostfacers. They were, however, efficient with iron.
The man—Cas—as the office will later recount, sighed with relief as he neared Dean. He rested his hand on Dean’s shoulder, checking the forehead wound with his opposite hand.
“Maggie’s report back to the office said civilian casualities minimal,” Cas—Cas?!—explained. “That usually means someone tried doing something stupid.”
“So you just assumed it was me?” Dean huffed, still wearing his Mrs—Mr—Smith smile.
Cas gave his version of the Mr. Smith smile. Something a bit smaller on his lips but dragging at his eyes. “It usually is,” he spoke fondly, intimately. The office doesn’t talk much about what happened next. Most folk, the decent ones, gave the whispered confessions the privacy they deserved.
At the next office party, since Ramona moved to the Miami branch, it was Buford’s time to organize. It was fancy shindig and it was plus one. Sharon brought her ghost hobbyist husband who hit it off with both Sam Wesson from IT—who brought his fianceé, a nurse—and Castiel Smith—Dean Smith’s infamous plus one. They talked for an hour in their own corner before Dean absconded his husband.
“I’ve got to get something from my office,” he reportedly whispered, seeming rather husky in his demeanor. “Help me?”
And even if people in the office heard something from Dean Smith’s office, well, no one was too keen on repeating that.
#tw canonical suicide mention (It's A Terrible Life)#original characters#destiel#destiel au#spn#spn ficlet#spn fic#ghostfacers#dean smith#destiel fic
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having a very rough day, do you have anymore top willy moments to gift us?
i am so sorry u are having a rough day pebble. i decided to go a bit rogue with this, in that it is instead a Top Willy Interviews On the Leafs Youtube Page listicle. i hope it makes ur day a teeny bit better.
idk if you’ve ever been to toronto BUT this look is very like. like this willy lives in the junction and hates the “noise” of the downtown and has waited 2 hours in line for bangbang ice cream in august. he likes to smoke weed in trinity bellwoods. he goes to poetry readings on bar roof tops and says shit about how everything north of dupont is “north york”. hes been known to sit at the piano in the common room at university college (uoft) and play scales. he can and has fucked ur boyfriend.
this willyum is your coworker at canadas wonderland one summer. he does not know what hes doing. he is either like :| or like :D depending on the moment. his nose gets sunburnt at the beginning of the summer but only ever in a charming way!!! u never see it peel. he works the stuffed animal stands and cannot understand why his has a line and none of the others do (hint: its bc every1 has a crush on him!!!!). before the park opens he wanders around with one of those velcro monkeys around his neck. he likes the mindbuster the best bc thats MY favourite ride and this is my listicle.
also i miss willys gigantic front teeth gap. he used to have little tombstone teeth. what has he done to them.
hey i love kyle dubas with my whole heart and all but there was something to be said about how when lou made them all be clean shaven and hair short it meant that willys hair was always kinda like a dragon ball z character and also his skin was all fleshy and elastic like a babys arm
speaking of kyle dubas i found this choice shot of willy blinking while kyles prattling on about nothing and like has anything ever been more My Aesthetic
god. has any1 ever been more iconic. this willy lives just north of bloor on dufferin and will tell anyone that the ossington strip is the “most underrated part of the city” (& hes right!!!!). they know his name at sugo. he takes all his out of town friends there and he gets tattoos at ink + water (thats at lansdowne right? now ive confused myself). he goes to the value village there and owns 29 pairs of sunglasses. he has his bed on the floor. he listens to a lot of better oblivion community centre. he long boards. he goes to bulk stores for groceries. he wants to start brewing his own kombucha. actually u know the more i typed this willy might just be me whoops.
this man is my next door neighbour for the summer in cottage country. he has a fishing boat but he doesnt fish because fish suck. i invite him over for bbq and telling stories around the campfire. we drink shitty beer. he is not interesting but he is hot. maybe we make out on the dock. willy looks weirdly good in green.
whenever someone has bracelets on their wrist my mind goes str8 to SUMMER CAMP. willyum is a camp counsellor at a camp maybe on like idk lake erie or some shit. he is a cabin leader and he loves his little sprouts/campers. frederik gauthier is the HEAD LIFEGUARD and willy thinks hes so funny and weird and sweet and cute and he doesnt realize!!! until the end of camp!!! that he has a big crush on freddie goat!!!! its the last night of camp and theres a big campfire and a camp dance and willy asks goat to sneak away with him. they go down to the beach and sit on the picnic table under the lifeguard tent and willy kisses goat and its very romantic.
okay 1) love a man in a puffy coat & 2) there is something about “my father will hear about this” draco malfoy looking like He Was a Diplomats Son mp3 willy that just really gets my goat. he went to a boarding school in the swiss alps and fucked ur girlfriend. he has a closet for his shoes. he dated a member of the swedish royal family for a summer but broke up with him bc he was too clingy.
speaking of that bitch…..here he is again. this is after his tour after high school. he rented out an apartment in lisbon and would smoke cigarettes with beautiful people on the balcony. he spends a month in the south of france turning golden on the rocky beaches and buying dinner every night from the market on his way back to the hotel. this willy takes molly at a gay club in dresden and wakes up in an architect students bed and then he goes to the park to sweat off a hangover and pretend to read nietzsche
this willy is absolutely the rapscallion son of the president. whats that movie with mandy moore (maybe???? oh no wait i just googled it its katie holmes) - that movie with katie holmes where the first daughter like falls in love or whatever?? this is willy. OOH IVE GOT IT. okay so this willy is absolutely a zoey barlett type from the west wing who is very cute and everyone loves him even though he is a spoiled brat sometimes/all the time. ENTER the assistant to the president - zach hyman - in a charlie young role. they fall in love over a pot of chilli. its the most beautiful thing u have ever s33n.
okay so like willy is the new Legal Assistant at the office. kyle is a Partner in Law or whatever tf they’re called. willy and he are Working Late One Night and u know what that means…..they go to rol san bc its open until like 6am and they eat the FUCK out of some dumplings and then kyle drives willy back to his apartment (maybe in this one he lives in a shitty place at yonge & college???? like classic “roommate in the living room” toronto living??) and they KISS in the CAR and its ROMANTIC.
this willyumm is your date for thanksgiving dinner. he comes extremely bundled. my parents live north of toronto so i imagine this willy driving us north for the weekend. his scarf is very evan from skam and its sexi. he does not like the folk playlist that you have put on but its FALL and the TREES and OCTOBER MEANS HOZIER and hes like UGH FINE WHATEVER and is a bit grumpy but then u pass thru the holland marsh and he’s like “hm smells like onions” and its all fine again. his laugh confuses your extended family and he sucks at scrabble and is a pouty bitch about it but its a GOOD TIME.
god THIS WILLYAM is ur older brothers BEST FRIEND and he comes over to play video games ?? i guess ?? i never had a brother but i YEARNED to crush on a brothers best friend. he is very handsome like a lion. maybe you write some weird diary shit about it. every time he comes over ur SO WEIRD and he KNOWS ABOUT UR CRUSH and hes VERY NICE ABOUT IT.
also would a willy listicle be complete without me marvelling over his long straight nose??????????? look how straight it is!!!!!!
this will ham is in ur intro to gender studies class on friday mornings in sid smith. hes in one of ur projects and hes got no fucking clue whats going on. hes on the varsity blues hockey team and he thought that he clicked on “intro to geography”. despite the fact that he has no idea whats happening ever hes enthusiastic about listening. one time u go for coffee at mallo across from where honest eds used to be and he asks u what the male gaze is.
okay. i hope u enjoyed this. it took me awhile and i enjoyed every second of it. to conclude, here is several screen shots from my favourite willy interview:
u ever see a man more beautiful
lil elastic face weirdo
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As Long As You Want To Be
Look, my grandfather (in law, he was my husband’s grandfather but might as well have been mine because that’s how close we were) passed away yesterday. He had dementia and alzheimers and we saw this coming (he has been on his deathbed for a week but the son of a gun was stubborn, god I adored him and am going to miss him) and this is how I have dealt with this on top of everything else hectically happening in my life and this is simply my outlet. But with modern orcs because no one can stop me at this point. Is there homework and big projects due that I should be working on instead? HELL YES. But am I avoiding them because they’re making me face reality? YOU BET. So let me have my emotional support fantasy, if you have happened to read part 1 and part 2 of this story then it’ll be nice to see these guys again and see how things have progressed.
As Long As You Want To Be
You were in your room in front of your mirrored closet doors, getting ready for today, it was your birthday and it was the big 18- legally an adult and you couldn’t be more relieved it was finally here because you had big plans that the only thing that had been holding you back was your age and you felt a sense of renewal today, like today was a turning point and you had been trying to get your ducks in a row behind the scenes so that when the time came, you could hit the ground running. And today was also your graduation party, all rolled into one huge blow out of a party.
You curled your long golden brown that ombre-ed into a warm golden blonde hair as you had gotten it colored yesterday, a gift from your aunt Sally at your favorite salon. You had just gotten back from spending an hour at Sephora getting your makeup done, a birthday gift from your sister Grace as she gave your littlest sisters just a light dusting of a shimmering nude eyeshadow so that they felt extra pretty for today too.
Your mom and your “aunties” got things ready in the kitchen because while you came from a big family, your family “adopted” many others so that you had an even bigger extended family. And they all came out today to show their support and your gift tables were already showing signs of overflowing since half the party came early to help set up for the party and your one gift table soon had to be two and was threatening to turn into three because your parents invited everyone you knew and everyone they knew and everyone came and invited their friends. And while you lived in a sizable suburban house that your parents had had custom built several years ago, it felt overstuffed at the moment and there were still more coming. But with it being a potluck, there was an overabundance of food on the many tables in the huge tents in the backyard.
You had three younger sisters and one younger brother, who was in the middle of all the girls. You were Brianna Richelle, then there was Blossom Grace who simply went by Grace who was turning 16 next month, then your brother Gavin George- who was 13, Adeline Olivia who was 11 and then the baby, Arianna Lillian who was 8 as Ady and Ari had a few of their friends over as did Grace while you had had all of yours come and spend the night with you the night before while Gavin also got to have some of his friends over, so it was already a very full house.
And you had especially invited Kihro’s younger sister over to hang out too. Since Kihro’s younger sister Shesly who was only 15 and shy but she was a sweetheart and even if Kihro and you would break up tomorrow, you and Shesly would stay friends and to see her with your friends who were helping her put on makeup and curl her hair and dress up and be one of the girls warmed your heart and your other orc girl friends from the other school districts also were here among your halfling friends and elven friends too and it made you so happy that they weren’t all grouped off, instead everyone was peacefully chatty and mixed.
Gavin was of course in his room playing video games with his friends, also brothers of your friends while your dad and your uncle were inside cutting up whole beef loins to make steaks and your mom was having your cake delivered as your friends hung out and gossiped in your room and you didn’t bother paying attention when you heard grunting outside your bedroom window as Kihro and his friends carried a big package around the house, under your window and you didn’t hear Kihro direct them and you definitely didn’t hear how he then came inside just as your dad left the house out the back door before Kihro asked where your dad was before he went through the house, said hi to your mom and gave her a quick hug before he went into the back yard where he found your dad firing up the grill and pulled your dad aside and talk with him privately away from everyone else as Kihro’s friends made themselves useful to help carry out the heavier dishes from the kitchen before they helped themselves to the snacks that were being set out before your cake arrived.
Your parents had gone all out for this party. Mostly because they almost lost you last year to your illness because you had spent your 17th birthday in the hospital barely hanging on by a thread and your parents felt they owed you a proper blow out this year and when you had mentioned a few things you had wanted- neither of them would tell you no. Your invitations for this party had been on par with many of the nicer wedding invitations and the DJ had set up in the garage and hung up a disco ball, laser lights and black lights and smoke machines and all kinds of stuff.
Your parents even had ordered a tiered cake and hundreds of cupcakes from your favorite bakery- Boonzaaijer’s- in your favorite flavors that had been custom created for you in addition to a baker’s dozen cheesecakes from the Cheesecake Factory and a chocolate fountain with the works. The cake itself was gorgeous. The top tier was a lemon creme cake with limoncello and sugared lemon zest in the cake batter, with ripe strawberries soaked in super sweet pink moscato in the middle layer between the two cakes with a strawberry puree and the frosting was a twist on strawberry lemonade and the cupcakes in this flavor had the moscato soaked strawberries in the puree in the middle and chocolate dipped strawberries gracing the top of the frosting on top. The second tier was white chocolate cake with luscious whole raspberries in a raspberry puree in the middle layer made with raspberry peach Grand Marinier and the frosting was a ruby chocolate frosting and the cupcakes for this flavor had chocolate cups stuffed full and piled high with perfectly ripe raspberries drizzled in a glaze made out of simple syrup and that raspberry peach Grand Marinier. The third layer was a twist on pineapple upside down cake, it was still a pineapple upside down cake but with peaches and soaked in a trio of rums and peach schnapps and the cupcakes for these were little cupcake versions of a pineapple upside down cake with peaches cooked in the rums in the middle. The fourth tier was a “mudslide” chocolate cake that not only had Kahlua and Godiva and Baileys in the cake but also in the frosting. It was hands down the most decadent cake you had ever witnessed in your life and Kihro and yourself were pretty sure your wedding cake was going to be exactly like this. (If he ever proposed that is, but first he needed to get a damn place of his own because your father forbade any engagement if he didn’t have a home to bring you to that was not his parents house or your parents house, much like his rule that you couldn’t go out on any dates in a car that wasn’t mechanically sound and completely paid for which wasn’t a problem because Kihro’s truck had been bought used and he had paid cash for it so it was a “hoop” that Kihro easily jumped through and one that all your dad’s siblings and friends thought was genius to implement much to the chargrin of your cousins and friends.)
Your father had also had the same BBQ joint that he used to cater the employee picnics bring in a few roasted pigs and tons of ribs and brisket too while one of your uncles- Gary- fried up a ton of chicken wings while your other uncle- Larry- who was a butcher- had gotten several whole beef loins at his cost and “gifted” those to the party and your dad and your uncle were grilling those themselves as your uncle Larry manned the grill but kept an ear open to try to overhear what Kihro was talking to your dad about in the backyard away from everyone but judging from your dad’s posture and his beaming proud smile as he looked at things on Kihro’s phone and listened attentively as Kihro was talking and gesturing with his hands, it was obviously going well and when the two hugged each other, he knew something was going on but kept that to himself as your other uncles and aunts and cousins came over as the men started to congregate around the grill and BBQ pits before a few curious ones decided to see what your dad and Kihro were talking about but Kihro quickly put his phone away as the others came over as your dad simply dismissed it as it was a “work thing”.
Just then the kegs got delivered. While you weren’t wild about beer, you asked for Kihro’s favorites so that he and the other adults would enjoy them as your father and all your uncles, both by blood and by “adoption” cracked into them, grunting growls- Home Improvement style echoing between all of them as they gleefully drank it down as the pit master let them have little bites of the roasting hogs and some ribs as they got the wings from the deep fryer as beers were drawn for everyone, even the DJ made an appearance to grab a beer and some wings and a few ribs as the Pit master and his crew gratefully took a few steins of beers themselves from the portable BBQ pits parked infront of the garage.
“So how are things between you and Brie?” Your uncle Gary asked as Kihro took a wing from the pile.
“Great.” Kihro answered as he slathered on Gary’s homemade hot sauce onto the wing as Gary looked from Kihro to your father as your father gave him a smile and a nod and that seemed to be enough for Gary.
“Have you found a place of your own yet?” Your uncle Larry chimed in from his spot by the grill nearby as he gave Kihro a speculative glance before he gave your dad a curious look.
“Possibly, just have to run the potential places by Brie to see what she thinks.” Kihro answered as he barely managed to keep the truth to himself by putting the wing in his mouth.
“Great answer.” Your father praised as he pat Kihro on the back as the rest of your uncles looked at each other curiously knowing that you were one of his favorite daughters and your father was never more protective of any of his kids than he was of you so for your dad to be so pleasant, let alone approving of your boyfriend, was a good sign that Kihro was a good and trustworthy guy.
“Well if you know of any good places, feel free to share with Max, I need to get him out of the damn house.” Your other uncle Robert instigated as Max just frowned at his dad as Kihro fought not to snort a laugh because the hot sauce up the nose was a bad idea.
“Same could be said about you Casey.” Carl added as Casey rolled his eyes as he sucked down chicken wings himself.
Truth be told, your father and all your uncles and your father’s friends were so proud to see Kihro try so hard and jump through so many hoops to court you properly and it gave them inspiration to push their own sons to match the same bar Kihro was making as well as urge their own daughter’s to expect more from their own significant others.
Then Kidron and Rhiox showed up with the rest of their kids along with the rest of your father’s OG’s, having dropped off their own gifts on the tables as Kidron made a B-Line for your dad and the hot wings as Kihro’s friends finally rallied around Kihro and the wings in the backyard before your friend Tysh noticed her own crush among Kihro’s friends from her spot overseeing the backyard.
“Oh, Kihro and his friends are here.” She announced before you nearly yanked your hair out trying to get the damn curling iron out of your hair before Melody made you sit back down so she could finish the back of your head.
“Oh you can wait five more minutes, I have three curls left.” She reminded you.
“What do you think Kihro got you?” Tysh asked.
“An apartment for himself would be ideal. Because the only two things keeping me from actually being engaged to him were I was 1. Underage, which starting today- I no longer am and 2. Him having a home to bring me to if we did get engaged and then married.” You answered.
“He’s had six months, why hasn’t he gotten one yet?” Sasha asked.
“He can’t find a place he likes. He nitpicks every place. ‘Not a safe area’, ‘it’s too small’, ‘it’s too expensive’, ‘no garage to park the work truck’, ‘the apartment has issues’. You name it. There was even one apartment, it was a freaking duplex and it was perfect but no- he had a really bad feeling about the guy we would be renting from. Which actually worked out because two months later- the house itself sold and the current tenants were kicked out into the street without warning and their deposit was never returned to them. So there’s that.” You explained with a heavy sigh.
“Borug just got a condo.” Korryn bragged from her spot on the other side of the room, taking snaps on her phone to send them to her current squeeze- Borug which you were sure once his money ran out, she’d be dropping him like a hot rock. Korryn was Grace’s friend and she was a year older than Grace but a year younger than you and Korryn wanted to be close to the center of attention wherever she went and for Grace’s sake, you put up with her at your party. Because honestly- you couldn’t stand her. But you supposed you could be gracious on your birthday.
“I thought Borug didn’t have any money left after getting his car.” You questioned innocently, knowing Borug had to beg for a downpayment on his favorite car and a raise from his dad so he could afford the payments because he didn’t have the money saved because he had blown it in Vegas the month before clubbing with Korryn who had invited herself to some tech expo his dad’s company was attending and if you were a betting woman, Borug also got his parents to buy him a condo too because the shame of having a peer, that peer being Kihro, be farther in life than him- was too much for Borug to bear.
Borug was very competitive and had a huge chip on his shoulder and was incredibly entitiled and an ego that you were positive your house was too small to contain it. But he hadn’t always been like that, as a kid he was awkward just like you. And in the classes that you didn’t share with Kihro, you had shared with Borug. He was also quite popular in school, part of the preppy jock group because he played sports too. But he was always nice and friendly to you at least.
Borug was the eldest son of a man who owned one of the biggest tech companies in the Great Lakes and was always at the home shows for their tech and home security systems and his dad was part of the Business Owners Association, which your dad was also a part of and you had grown up seeing him a lot at the home shows and Association meetings that you had made snacks for that he helped you with when you were younger but once he was ‘old enough’ to be in the meetings himself with his dad, that stopped.
Almost immediately after Kihro asked you out, Borug asked Korryn out, Korryn had a huge bosom, like each boob was the size of a basketball kind of big bosomed and she had a belly which for orcs, they usually loved fuller figured women so that wasn’t surprising but she had no ass and a richer yet smaller family who lived on Laken Lake which was a lake known for its lavish lake houses, speed boats and water sports while your family lived off of one of the Trinity Lakes that all connected together to form a three lobed lake, which were better for fishing and your family were avid fishers, a pastime you and Kihro enjoyed a lot together. Especially when he would help clean the catch and had a way of frying the fish that was amazing.
However, something that you didn’t know was once Kihro had asked you out, he literally passed Borug who was also on his way to ask you out, he had even strutted accross the lunchroom but neither you or Kihro had noticed. When Borug had been passed by Kihro and saw Kihro sit at your table, he sat down at the next table over and eavesdropped and once Kihro asked you out to the dance and you accepted and especially once you kissed Kihro, he knew he didn’t stand a chance right then and so he had asked Korryn out to the dance after school since she had a different lunch time.
It was only supposed to be until Kihro crashed and burned and Borug was supposed to come in and scoop you up and save the day and she was, according to a mutual friend, was just a right now girl. But Korryn hadn’t been happy with that and had insisted that they be an item since Borug’s plan was to treat Korryn the way he wanted to treat you, which ended up being an invitation to a super fancy restaurant that he was sure Kihro would have a hard time paying for and of course lavish Korryn with a gown and the “star treatment” which she had no problems taking absolute advantage of. But the problem was- was you had gotten another flair and hadn’t gone to the fall formal because you were in the hospital so you didn’t witness any of that except through Korryn’s social network feed on Grace’s phone because you weren’t friends with her on any social media which you could care less about.
And of course by winter formal Korryn’s claws and hooks were fully embedded into Borug as she pushed them to be this picture perfect couple and Borug could only wait until Kihro would fail to jump through a hoop but every one Kihro jumped through with ease and to see you and Kihro be together so naturally and effortlessly and especially so happily, made his gut sour because while him and Korryn looked great on camera, the moments between the camera flashes were awful. Between her difficult and demanding personality, emotional immaturity, nonexistent life skills and zero work ethic coupled with piss poor money management along with her inability to compromise because she had been catered to by her parents and her other friends her whole life- the relationship was incredibly strained. He was stuck with a girl who pushed him to spend all his money on a “lifestyle” and expensive lavish gifts on her and it was something he couldn’t hope to support long term. And the barely mediocre sex he got from her wasn’t worth it but with her being the popular girl, no other girl would go near him for fear of Korryn’s retaliation socially. He literally got a big pair of tits. That was the only positive in that relationship for him. And Korryn was constantly spewing his personal business and every argument he ever got into with her, she told EVERYONE so that she could get “everyone” on her side.
Meanwhile you had taken her behavior as notes about how not to act as Kihro was eternally grateful for it and every time Borug would complain to their mutual friends, Kihro would simply sit back and smirk that at least his girl didn’t do that shit and if anything, it gave Kihro the assurance that he had made the right decision by asking you out and doing everything in his power to keep you happy and content, if not sated the best ways he could, basically through his mouth and his hands because regular sex wasn’t allowed. Yet anyway.
While you were open to a degree to your parents about the relationship because you had witnessed how your friends had kept some dangerous secrets from their parents and how that had not ended well at all, so much so that you kept your parents in the loop and were honest with them, so much so that they trusted you more and gave you freedoms that your friends couldn’t even dream of, freedoms that you wisely did not abuse.
At the same time, you were also very discrete to everyone else- so that on the rare occasion where you two argued, he made sure to never escalate anything so that the two of you could talk it out and come to either an agreement or a compromise and no one ever heard anything about it, to the point that no one knew you had the disagreement in the first place except or your parents when you had simply mentioned it after the fact which impressed your parents and his. You urged him to stick to his budget and not splurge on anything but that if he needed to buy anything, to invest in quality and only buy something once and were just in general, a sweet, supportive girlfriend while he did his best to be as helpful, supportive, gentle and affectionate as he could be. You two got along like you had been together for years and asking you to a dance and dating you had been the best decision of Kihro’s life as well as yours. He had already spent his fair share of sleepless nights in the ER with you because it was important to him and to your parents to really see you at your worst physically and you wanted him to go into a relationship with you with his own eyes wide open.
By now though, he had gotten you over a dozen beads that you were sure would pull your hair out if you tried wearing them all at the same time but instead you got them on a necklace that you never took off and that you guarded with your life, except for the gold promise ring/ engagement bead, that never left your hair.
Once your hair was done you practically bolted out of your room to go downstairs to see Kihro, leaving your friends laughing as they followed you downstairs as they watched you having to hug your way through everyone who wanted to wish you a happy birthday and congratulations before you finally managed to get outside before you were swarmed by all your uncles and cousins before you finally got to your dad then Kihro before you glued yourself to his side.
“So? How’s the beer?” You asked Kihro giddily. Hoping that he got to get his favorite at least.
“Delicious.” Kihro praised as he offered you the cup to sip it, which you did, a tiny one. It was dark and intense but for the beer connoisseurs, very good because it was a Dragon’s Milk in a seasonal marshmallow and dark chocolate flavor.
“It’s definitely beer.” You giggled as you handed it back and shuddered before you comically looked down your shirt.
“Ok, so it isn’t replacing my boobs with chest hair immediately, that’s good.” You teased which got everyone to bust out laughing as Kihro nearly spit out his beer laughing himself.
“Would you still love me with chest hair Babe?” You teased Kihro who comically grimaced.
“Sure.” Kihro sarcastically agreed as he pretended to dodge the question and drink more beer which made you laugh as you noticed Tysh give her crush Akhi a beer and judging by the hopeful smile she gave him, she was trying to catch his eye, and judging by the way he bashfully took it from her, he liked her too but you knew Akhi was more shy than Kihro ever was and Tysh was one of your prettier friends before you noticed Korryn zero in on Borug and practically plastered herself on him and kissed him, which was a sloppy open mouthed kiss and you noticed how Borug actually sagged his shoulders in defeat and winced at being yanked down to her level as she pulled his hands to hold her before you looked back at Kihro and lowkey pretended to gag as Kihro watched Borug with amused pity before he turned to you and nearly spit out his beer again snickering a laugh at your reaction like it was the greatest inside joke as he rubbed soothing circles into your back and was grateful your arm was looped around his lower back before he sweetly kissed the crown of your head which made your dad grin at your discrete PDA as Borug’s dad gave Korryn the side eye because he didn’t approve of Korryn at all. He knew a gold digger when he saw one and felt his son could do so much better and was almost to the point of bribing his son to dump her for good because the two fought almost all the time.
“So how’s massage school?” Borug’s dad Draig asked you.
“Going great. Getting A’s.” You beamed.
“Getting proposed to every time she’s in the clinic.” Your dad revealed.
“Oh really?” Draig blinked but grinned.
“They’re not serious proposals, they’re all joking.” You clarified.
“But you have to be pretty good if they’re offering, all joking aside.” Draig countered.
“Ok so I’m known as Big Touch. Because I have little hands but a big touch because I’m heavy handed and they expect the other orc girls who are strong enough to deliver that kind of touch but so far they’re softer handed than I am. So when the clients ask for deep tissue and firm pressure, they expect one of the other girls to come out to meet them and when they see me they always laugh, not believing I’m Big Touch. But about five minutes into the session they find out real quick I’m the real deal, and about 10 minutes in they drop the “tough guy act” and ask me to ease up and by the end of the session they’re believers and try to get rebooked with me. And as it stands I’m booked out until August and I should have all my clinic hours in by then.” You explained.
“And he’s cool with you working on other guys?” Draig questioned you with a look at Kihro who simply grinned proudly.
“Yeah, of course, because she’s a professional and if they can’t respect her and the profession they have no business being her clients and she doesn’t need their business if they step out of line and she has no qualms about dismissing anyone. She already has five job offers and her clientele list that is following her from the clinic to wherever she decides to go is already several pages long. She doesn’t need my ego or my possessive jealousy holding her back from making bank because she can stand to make just as much as I do if not more which I don’t have any problem with at all. It would be like her being so jealous she won’t let me do my job when there’s only a married housewife at home without her husband right?” Kirho defended as your love for him was oozing out of every pore on your body as you beamed a bright happy and appreciative smile at Kihro while your dad, all your ungles and Kidron beamed happily themselves while Draig couldn’t argue with that while Borug outright pouted. Because while he wasn’t wild about Korryn, he totally was jealous of every guy who commented on her instagram pictures complimenting her massive cleavage but wanted to get into fights with everyone who called her “butterface” which you thought was hilarious.
“So Korryn told me that you got a new condo is that right Borug?” You asked Borug, shifting the attention over to him as you looked from him to Draig who’s shoulders dropped.
“Yup, it’s at The Glen. Just signed the papers yesterday.” Borug boasted. The Glen was a brand new condo complex that was about 20 minutes away and many of the young people who’s parent’s lived on Laken Lake were snatching up condos there like crazy.
“So that means we need to go furniture shopping Baby.” Korryn cooed excitedly and you had never seen Borug force a smile so hard before. You actually felt sorry for him. But it wasn’t your business or a problem you should ever try to fix. You could only stand back and watch to see what happened and hoped that they both wouldn’t fight during your party.
“And how much did that cost you?” Your dad murmured to Draig.
“Too much.” Draig muttered back.
“What about you Kihro? Haven’t you been apartment shopping for like half a year?” Borug jabbed.
“I have, haven’t found the right place yet.” Kihro just shook his head no with a smug smirk because he overheard your dad from his spot.
“Cause you’re too picky?” Korryn snidely instigated with a smile that you wanted to slap off her face.
“Well being “picky” can be a good thing. Brie needs special accommodations because with her business, some of her clients are going to be using walkers and wheelchairs and they can’t do stairs and even if she works for another outfit, I’m sure she’ll still do her own thing on the side and I have to be mindful of that. Plus I need a place close to the hospital because of her health and I need a place to accommodate her pets and mine.” Kihro just started to list off as your mom came out to let everyone know that things were ready for the party to go into full swing.
“Aww, well that’s because you’re so sweet and thoughtful Kihro.” Your mother praised which got a grateful smile from Kihro and you.
“Party’s ready when you are Brie.” Your mother informed you.
“Sweet, how are the hogs Mr. Terry?” You asked the pit master from his spot in front of the portable pits.
“Been ready Sweetie.” He called back.
“Well then lets do this.” You instigated before the party got into full swing and you pigged out on all the food and got to dance, Kihro never leaving your side for a moment before you were urged to open your gifts and of course you not only had your little sisters to help while Grace was your recorder and even had Kihro’s little siblings help you which Kihro loved and adored that you made an effort to include them and were sweet and nice to them.
You got all kinds of massage tools and your aunts Sally and Marry, (married to Larry and Gary respectively) hand made you flaxseed pillows to use in your practice and had gone to the fabric store to pick out all this pure cotton fabric in all these patterns they knew you would like and together they got their sewing machines out and had sewn you over a dozen of them in all these different sizes and a few different styles and you nearly cried because you knew this was a labor of love.
Your parents of course had gotten you your ideal massage table and a new car, which meant your current one got to be a hand me down to Grace as an early sweet 16 which she was thrilled with while Draig and his family had gotten you the best massage table on the market along with a damn tool box with all kinds of massage tools, the table itself was fully electric and had all kinds of extra bells and whistles and it made your jaw drop, it had taken Borug, Draig, Kihro and all of Kihro’s friends to carry it since it was very heavy. You got all kinds of gifts from everyone while your sisters and Kihro’s younger siblings had all gotten orders from Kihro and your parents to make sure you opened Kihro’s gifts last and when it came to the last few gifts, the first gift from Kihro was a small box and in the box was a coconut half.
“What is that? Half a coconut bra?” Korryn sneered.
“You would need four of those.” Borug laughed as he made to grab her boob but she shifted away so he couldn’t. “Tease.” Borug teased with his nose in her ear, making her shudder and turn back to him.
But instead you looked at it and immediately knew what it was.
“Oh no way, you didn’t.” You started laughing at Kihro who was sitting down front and center as you looked it over.
“What is it?” Your mom asked.
“It’s a coconut hide for a reptile mom.” You informed her.
“Ew!” Korryn complained before you handed a second box. And once you took the paper off, it was a reptile shipping box which made you squeal in excitement before you got your pocket knife out and opened it as your brother Gavin was instantly much more interested as he scooted his chair really close to you.
“Oh you got Gavin’s attention really fast.” Your dad laughed as you had Gavin sit right next to you.
“What do you think it is?” You asked Gavin.
“It better be either a snake or a gecko.” Gavin insisted because he thought reptiles were awesome and already had a bearded dragon himself and it was something he and Kihro’s younger brother Mohre bonded over.
“Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods.” You started to chatter excitedly as you opened the box and found a few bags before you opened up the first bag and peeked inside.
“It’s a snake!” Gavin cheered before you let him peek into the bag too.
“What kind is it?” Gavin wondered before you pulled it out before you looked in the box to see the different snake cards.
“That, is an ivory leopard?” You guessed at Kihro who nodded to confirm.
“Sweet.” Gavin beamed.
“Aren’t you just gorgeous!” You cooed to the snake.
“What else did he get you?” He asked as he eagerly. “I’ll hold that, you need two hands to open the others.” He insisted as he held out his hands to take it from you before you handed it over before you looked in the other bags.
“Oooh, this must be the pastel super coral glow, hello sweetie.” You cooed as you got the snake out of the bag before you passed it over to Gavin who held the other snake in his hand before you got to the last one.
“And this is a crystal ball!” You cheered when you got them out.
“Thank you Babe, I love them. Now I just gotta get some tubs or something.” You realized before looking back over at the giant box left by the gift table before you looked at the smug grin on Kihro’s face.
“You got me a rack system didn’t you.” You playfully accused Kihro before you wrapped the crystal ball around your neck to hang out as you opened up the box and found it was indeed a rack system.
“Thank you so much Baby.” You cooed to him as you came over and kissed him, the crystal ball sticking it’s head out to sniff Kihro.
“You’re welcome.” Kihro cooed back.
“What are you gonna name them?” Your sister Ari asked as she got the super coral glow from Gavin.
“I don’t know, I’ll take suggestions.” You answered before your sisters went to the office and got a pad of paper and decided to take a poll to what to call the snakes into a basket.
“How about we go set this up so these precious babies can rest.” You urged Kihro before he and his friends got up and picked up the box and the other gifts and carried them up the stairs while everyone went back to party and you simply sat on the bed with your brother and your little sister, each of you holding a snake as you watched proudly as Kihro and his friends got to work setting up the rack system and getting everything ready and to you in that moment, Kihro couldn’t get any sexier.
You knew he wasn’t perfect but the gods be damned you couldn’t see any flaws at this moment. Here he was sitting down on the floor, reading the manual and putting it together accordingly and a screw driver in his hand and he might as well have been naked with a dozen roses posing on a bed because you could feel the wetness squish between your legs. You wanted to fuck his brains out is what you wanted to do. But you had to admit that what you wanted more than snakes for your birthday was his own independence but it had not been the time or the place earlier to ask him about it. You waited patiently as Kihro put it together and all his friends made sure each tub was ready to go before you put the snakes away in their new homes.
“Guys, could you give us a moment please?” You requested to his friends once they were done before everyone else left as the snakes settled into their new homes.
“What’s wrong?” Kihro asked as he read your face and body language.
“I don’t want to be ungrateful or anything. But I would have been happier if you had used all the money that you spent on all this getting an apartment.” You answered before you peeked up at him and saw him beam another proud smile at you.
“Brie, why do you think I got a rack system capable of housing 12 to 40 snakes when you only have three and I only have three?” He questioned.
“Because ball pythons can become an addictive hobby?” You guessed.
“That’s true but, because I knew that if I got you this, it would give me a moment to privately give you these.” He said as he reached into his pocket and gave you two business cards.
One was a bank manager’s business card with an appointment time written on it for Monday and the second was a realtor’s business card.
“What?” You breathed as you looked at the two as you realized what the implications of these were. “Wait, are you getting preapproved for a home loan?” You asked as your heart started to race.
“We are.” Kihro corrected.
“We?” You repeated as a bright smile soon bloomed on your face before you squealed and leaped into his arms and was happy when he caught you and held you up so you could kiss him.
“Why didn’t you give me these as my present?!” You asked.
“I didn’t want to embarrass you, just in case, I know we both like to keep our private affairs private.” Kihro answered.
“Well with the present company, that would probably be wise.” You laughed with a pointed look at Korryn’s things she had left in your room. “That was very kind and thoughtful of you. Thank you.” You thanked him.
“And I don’t think the bank will approve it if you don’t have this.” He said as he carried you over to your chair and sat down with you still in his arms before he dug into his pocket and pulled out an engagement ring, a mermaid sapphire one and you were instantly crying tears of happiness as he put it on before he produced another gold bead for your hair, a larger one but the same style as the first as you sat there and happily waited for him to add it to the other in your hair.
“How do I look?” You asked when he was finished as wiped at the streaking mascara under your eyes but your smile shamed the sun.
“Beautiful.” He whispered before he framed your face and kissed you earnestly and you melted in his lap and returned the impassioned kiss.
“Pack a bag, I’m taking you on a trip this weekend, after the party.” He urged.
“What?” You laughed in surprise.
“Before we actually tie the knot and get married, I want to make sure I can fit in my bride.” Kihro explained as he palmed your belly but reached under you to sensually rub at your center.
“Uh, I don’t know if..” You began to counter as your cheeks flushed even though in that moment you didn’t want anything more.
“Your dad already gave me the go ahead, no more chaperones, no more hoops, we can just be together and the only clause was that I didn’t knock you up, so as long as we can be safe about it, we don’t have to hold back anymore.” Kihro explained as you were ready start immediately. But instead you kissed him before you practically leaped off of him to grab a bag and started stuffing enough clothes to get you through the weekend and an outfit for the appointment on Monday, you wanted to look as professional and mature as possible.
“Ok, let’s send everyone home, I’m ready to go.” You insisted which made him laugh.
“Easy horndog. The night is still young, we have plenty of time, we’re not going that far.” He assured you.
“But I am going to put this in the truck.” He explained as he took his bag and you left your room with your hand still intertwined with his before your mother was already at the base of the stairs which prompted Kihro to leave your bag at the top of the stairs because he could sense you were about to be swarmed.
“And?” She asked excitedly since your dad had clued her in before Kihro brought your intertwined hands up to show off the engagement ring before she squealed and as soon as the people around saw the ring, word spread like wildfire though the party and Korryn turned a few shades greener as she looked at your engagement ring before she looked expectantly at Borug as if he had been secretly keeping one for her in his pocket and you were too happy to recieve congratulations from everyone else to notice how Draig gave Borug a warning glare with a pointed look in Korryn’s direction but Kihro caught it as did everyone else apparently as your dad nearly died laughing but happily hugged you tight.
“You sure it’s ok?” You whispered in his ear.
“Yup, as long as this is what you want, I’ll support you no matter what.” Your dad reassured you before he kissed your cheek affectionately.
“Thank you, I love you so much Dad.” You told him before you let go and received all the other congratulations from everyone else and if you had thought the party was in full swing before, now it really was. You danced until you felt your feet were going to fall off, you ate until you were stuffed and drank until you were just a little tipsy but so happy and at peace.
And once most of the party guests finally left, you left too with Kihro. Granted his truck wasn’t nearly as nice as Borug’s sports car. It was still all Kihro’s and you didn’t worry about a thing as you sat next to him and held his hand when he wasn’t shifting gears. You didn’t care where you were going, he could drive on for forever. He drove until he came to a beach house in South Haven which was only half an hour away.
“What is this place?” You asked curiously as you got out of the truck and looked up at it.
“An airbnb.” He beamed as he got your bags and his and entered the code on the door to be let in. He had actually spent his morning getting this place ready because he was hopeful that your dad would say yes and he had packed the fridge with enough food to get you through the weekend and your parents had packed you enough leftovers to also get you through too.
“Home away from home for the weekend.” He said as he managed to pick you up and carry you over the threshold which cracked you up.
“How in the world were you able to afford all of this?” You wondered as he put you down and the bags down on the other side.
“Well actually Borug and I had the same amount in savings when we both asked out our girls and so far in the six months he’s dated Korryn, she’s bled him dry while my savings has done nothing but go up even though I’ve been beading you well and the snake thing was something I was going to do either way and since you love it as much as I do- I might as well make it a couple thing, something we can do and enjoy together. Plus even when your health is bad and you can’t physically manage to give massages, this can be a backup for us.” He explained.
“And even if we don’t make any money with the snakes. They’re still pets to add to our menagerie because honestly, finding an apartment that checks all the boxes we need it to is slim. But a house- we’ll get much farther with a house and the market is pretty big and open right now.” He explained. “Besides if I had gotten an apartment right when we got together, I would be six months of rent poorer and while the house we could get won’t be as nice as a condo…” Kihro began.
“Oh my gods, I can not begin to tell you how much I don’t want a condo just on the off chance that Borug and Korryn would feel entitled to come over since they’re “neighbors”. No, hell no.” You interrupted him which got him to bust out laughing.
“Ok, we’re in agreement on that.” He beamed.
“Let’s get something we can both manage but we can make it our own. It doesn’t have to be brand new, we don’t even have to get something custom, not now, not ever because we had enough headaches with our current house as it is. It would be nice to get something just semi nice- functional, something that we don’t have to bulldoze and start from scratch, but not a money pit either. But something with space, obviously a garage for the work truck and a yard big enough for Kelly that is either fenced in or we can fence it in and we can make it ours over time, it doesn’t have to be picture perfect for me to move in, I can work with anything. And if we’re doing this together, let’s do this together all the way, I absolutely insist on adding my savings to yours for this and all the money I just got from graduation which I know you took all of yours and added it to your savings. I just had the birthday party to end all birthday parties and a graduation party to end all others and we don’t need a wedding to end all weddings ok? No need to go into unnecessary debt, let’s just get preapproved for a home loan and small equity loan for some modest home improvements that we can do ourselves over time so we can turn whatever house we choose into our home.” You urged him and noticed he nodded along with everything you said so you could tell you were both on the same page.
“So suburbs.” Kihro gathered.
“Yeah basically.” You nodded.
“Awesome, I’m happy we’re in agreement about this because everything you just said is what I was thinking and planning anyway. So, want to get naked?” He asked which made you laugh.
“Hell yeah! I’d thought you would never ask Baby.” You giggled before he picked you back up and put you over his shoulder and grabbed your bags and started going up the stairs as you cackled from your place over his shoulder.
“Woo! Conquer me Baby!” You cheered which made him laugh before he playfully bit your ass with a flirtatious growl which made you squeal even more before he got to the bedroom and let you drop onto the bed before you bounced, laughing so hard your ribs hurt.
But your laughing died down to giggles as you sat up and watched Kihro strip his shirt off before he stalked up the bed towards you, your legs were already splayed for him, your wetness soaking through your shorts so there was a wet spot over your core and when he got on all fours over you- you greedily pulled him to you to kiss your nerves away as his weight settled over you as you let that comfort you. The feel of his surprisingly soft but supremely warm skin over his hard, sculpted body was lighting you up just as much as his hands stroking your soft sides from lifting your shirt. His hands, although rougher from callouses from years of hard work, yet there was a supreme gentle reverence in his touch. Like you were a precious gem he was caressing. Like you were his greatest treasure. You couldn’t feel any safer or more comfortable than in his embrace.
Yet you were so relieved when Kihro slowed down and just laid over you and kissed you until all the tension in your body melted away and when Kihro started kissing your neck and chest, you were itching to get out of your clothes and feel all of his skin against all of yours as you started tugging on your shorts to get them off and that seemed to be what Kihro was looking for before he lifted himself up on his elbows to give you room to remove them and your underwear as he took that cue to take his own pants off and you could only giggle like a loon to see his cock straining in his boxers as you palmed it and started stroking it as you started to lavish open mouthed kisses to his chest and neck as his touch got a little firmer and deliciously needy before he helped you out of your bra.
“There’s my friends.” Kihro practically giggled once your boobs were free from their constraints before he grabbed them and started kneading them before he started sucking on them as you threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him closer before he moved one hand to your center and delved in which made you moan and throw your head back.
Before this was as far as you could go. But now, instead of only getting your feet wet as the waves caressed them and staring at the water, now you could jump right in. You eagerly pulled the covers down and moved the two of you to between the covers before you greedily got him over you and between your legs and it took a little bit of work getting the head in because it was softer and squishier than the rest of the shaft and once it was in you both blew out a shaky breath of relief which got you both to laugh a little breathlessly and with a good and gentle push, your maidenhood gave way but he was in, it was a tight fit, but he fit and you felt your prayers and his were answered and Kihro made sure you were as comfortable as possible for every bit of it and made sure you were ok and made sure that you wanted this and was ready to pull out, literally- at any moment. But you stuck your heels behind his legs and locked him in because you didn’t want him going anywhere but farther in.
“We made it this far, come on Baby, take me all the way home.” You insisted before he looked at you so softly.
“I’m already home with you.” He murmured as he pressed his forehead to yours.
“Me too.” You whispered as you shared a breath with him as he started to ease in and out as the pain lessoned and morphed into pleasure and the more relaxed and turned on you got the more your canal opened up and the easier it was but at the same time you could tell Kihro was officially on a slippery slope because while you could tell he was bound and determined to get you to cum before he did but you could tell he was fighting his own release as if it was a mighty foe.
“Baby, get a condom on before you lose your load.” You urged.
“No, I can...I can last.” He tried to insist as he rested his head on the pillow next to your head as you kegalled and constricted around him as you grinded against him with a meaningful look that said ‘Are you sure about that?’
“Oh fuck, yeah, ok, ok, ok.” Kihro caved as he pulled out and rolled over so he could get into the drawer where he stashed a box of condoms and he had spent last night trying to find the ones that would fit him best and once he was protected you got on and started to ride him and he just stared up at you in awe wonder.
“You are the greatest vision my eyes will ever see.” Kihro professed and your heart melted.
“Aww, likewise, I can’t wait to live the rest of my life with you and I don’t care where we live or what we do as long as we’re together doing it.” You mirrored as a few happy tears came to your eyes. “I’m just so happy that you’re mine.” You confessed before he sat up and cradled you in his arms.
“I’m always going to be yours.” Kihro vowed. “Just like you are always going to be mine as long as you want to be.” Kihro added.
“I wouldn’t worry about me ever changing my mind if I were you.” You reassured him. “You’re stuck with me.” You giggled. “As long as you want to be.” You added as you bit your lip.
“I’ll always want to Baby,” he purred before he kissed you and nibbled on your lip because seeing you bite it only made him want to nibble on it himself which made you giggle.
“You and your lip fetish.” You teased.
“Not just any lips, your lips, all your lips.” He practically growled which made you squeal in delight as he hiked his hips up with more power that nearly knocked the air out of your lungs but made a moan spill from your kiss swollen lips.
You let your instincts take control and before you knew it you were so close you recognized the home stretch and by now Kihro had flipped you over and was pounding into you as your body was tensing from the extreme pleasure Kihro was giving you and then with one last push, you were falling into bliss just as Kihro was stuffing that condom full as he slammed into you so deep you felt the head run into the top of your cervix as his fingers dug into the softness of his hips as his growling roar of completion was the most amazing sound and helped amplify your own orgasm.
“Wow,” you breathed as you basked in the afterglow as Kihro rested over you and caught his breath.
“Uh huh, wow, well worth the wait, damn baby, that was the best...just...the best...most amazing, you’re so amazing, holy shit that was mind blowing.” Kihro gushed as he cuddled with you and kissed you all over. “Thank you, thank you, thank you for the best sex of my life.” He thanked you which made you crack up.
“Best sex of our lives so far.” You giggled because truth was Kihro was every bit of a virgin that you were.
“That’s true.” Kihro conceded before he kissed you before he pulled away and a huge load of semen was ballooning out at the head which made you both giggle.
“Been saving that for me huh?” You gently teased as he pulled away and very carefully took it off before he tied it off and threw it away and got cleaned up and got you cleaned up.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you Babe,” he cooed as he helped clean you up.
“That pleasure was definitely worth the little bit of pain and discomfort, it’s only going to get better from here.” You reassured him before you both got ready for bed and finally got a chance to sleep together in the purest sense.
When you woke up, you had some amazing morning sex before you made breakfast together, being ever so grateful that Kihro could cook and not just cook but clean up after himself before you walked to the rest of the beach and just talked about everything under the sun and made all kinds of plans before you went back and decided to open all your cards that you had gotten that your parents had dumped into a bag for you as Kihro wrote down who gave what for the purpose of writing thank you cards as you counted up the money and gift cards and come Monday morning, you deposited all that you could and got a bank balance at your bank so that you could take that to Kihro’s bank and to your surprise, your parents and Kihro’s parents met you there for the purpose of co-signing, you knew that Kihro’s parents would co-sign but to have your parents also cosign meant a lot to you that they would give you this kind of support.
Now the hard parts- finding a house and planning a wedding.
#modern orc love story#modern orcs#orc#orc lovestory#orc lemon#orctober#in june#God I love this story#near and dear to my heart.#fun fact#Boonzaaijer's is a real bakery#I have no idea if they carry those cake flavors#I was watching sugar rush as I wrote this#can you tell?#But doesn't that cake just sound AMAZING?#I need to go eat a twinkie to fill my cake craving#because I can't fucking bake#But my imagination is boundless
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Kombat Krew Marriage ceremony headcanons;
Part two of the proposing to their S/O, so the actual ceremony and all that jazz. So, this was very long, so I’m going to do a part 2 with the rest from the original post, and add some of the Kombat ladies in there. There’s more under the cut, it was just very long! Kano is in here, but its just a shit post. Enjoy! GIFS do not belong to me, I did not make them, they belong to their creators.
Johnny Cage;
· Depending on how old he is, will depend on what type of wedding you get. If its post- Cassie and he’s more mature; he’ll want something a little smaller, but just as lavish. If he’s not mature and he’s younger, expect something wild, large and full of paparazzi.
· He’d want everything to be over the top, expensive and lavish at all times.
· You can have whatever you want for the big day. Money is of no object.
· Your dress/suit is the most expensive thing known to man, there is no limit on it.
· Cassie is going to be your Maid of Honour, she’s been waiting for an opportunity like this. She’ll actually calm her dad down, she knows what you like and what you want, so she’ll steer her dad in that direction.
· In his wilder days, he’d want something expensive for the venue. He would try and hire out something stupid, like the top of the Empire States building, or the Eiffel Tower.
· In his mature days, he’d want something like a beach wedding; far away, in a warm place, with very few paparazzi… he can upload the photos to his social media when he wants.
· He looks fly in his suit, promises in his vows this will be the last time he does this.
· Jax and Kenshi are his two Best men. All of them looking fly as fuck in their suits. All with matching ties.
· He would ask Sub- Zero and Scorpion to provide the entertainment, they declined, even after the promise of cake and food. With Sub Zero stating that Johnny is entertainment enough.
· The fucking ring is obnoxious either way.
· First Dance song; Thinking out Loud- Ed Sheeran, the full routine, you’ve both taken Dancing Lessons. You’re about to show everyone the fuck up. https://open.spotify.com/track/34gCuhDGsG4bRPIf9bb02f
Kabal;
· He’s a laid-back guy, so once you say yes to the proposal, it’s up to you what you want.
· There is a ‘We’ in Wedding, so he will have some input, but he wants you to have the best day ever.
· Whatever his Princess/Prince wants, you will get. He’s actually really excited and wants most things to be kept under wraps. He wants to be surprised on the day.
· He does want input on the cake, god he wants input on that. He has a sweet tooth, so its only natural he wants to help decide that.
· He’ll help send the invitations, opts to put a fuck ton of glitter on them, why? Because he kind of wants them to be forever reminded of your day. Glitter gets everywhere and stays for a life time, says it’s a metaphor for your relationship.
· His Pre and Post burn ideas will change.
· Pre-Burn, he’d want something mid-sized, but isn’t against somewhere public. He won’t do it at the Black Dragon Fight Club. Kano suggested it, along with suggesting Officiating it. Kabal struck him off the Guest List. He’d want something like a fancy hotel. Of course, you’re both staying over the day before and the night of it.
· Post-Burn, he wants something small, the guest list is very limited. He feels like a monster every other day of the year; his wedding day doesn’t change his own self-appreciation. For his Post-Burn venue, he’d want maybe a small, secluded alcove, somewhere without a lot of people.
· Imagine him in a tux with a bowtie. Oh god I died.
· His worries melt away when he sees you in your dress/suit. He doesn’t feel like a tit in a suit, he feels like the luckiest man in the world. He forgets that there are others in the room. He just focuses on you and how perfect you are.
· He thinks you’re perfect. (To be fair Riptide by Vance Joy would probably be playing as you walk down the Aisle, because of the lyric “I swear she’s destined for the screen, closest thing to Michelle Phiefer that you’ve ever seen” I headcanon he’s a sucker for some Indie music, so… Don’t @me)
· He’d prepare his own vows Post-Burn as well. And would tear up a little.
· His Best man situation would depend on which route he took, if he went straight, it would be Stryker. If not, it would be Erron. Him and Erron always had a friendly rivalry.
· The rings are actually pretty simple, not overly-gawdy, and it fits perfectly.
· Kabal has two potential first dance songs for his Pre-Burn;
· First one is Ophelia - The Lumineers https://open.spotify.com/track/5NORWMFC27ywGSZxi8uquP The second Pre-Burn one is; San Luis- Gregory Alan Isakov. https://open.spotify.com/track/7gDNQLV9cr8449LFrQbk5J
· First Dance song Post-Burn; Big Black Car- Gregory Alan Isakov. https://open.spotify.com/track/3Kj2EWpIBnvETsYq4cq0IH
Erron Black;
· He’s really into planning it. It gives you both a chance to get closer. He never thought he’d get married, so he’s totally down for being involved in it.
· He won’t wear a suit as expected, more like one of his uniform skins from 11. Suits and Tux’s ain’t his thing.
· He’ll want to have a proper Country Wedding. It’s what feels familiar. Or, he’d maybe consider getting married in Outworld. Kotal officiating of course.
· But a Barn, some mason jars, and some very strong booze. Is his go to.
· BBQ style wedding breakfast. That’s the only thing he’s dead set on.
· Also, he’d want a band playing, live music. There better be some country on there. Or he will raise hell.
· Hope you can stand the fucking banjo.
· He’ll let you do whatever you want with your Wedding Party and all of that. Your dress/suit is your choice, but he’s going to pay for it.
· Depending on where he is in his life, will depend on who’s there/ his Best Man/men.
· If he’s in Outworld, Kotal is officiating and he’s got no other choice, but to have Ermac as his Best Man. Which is the equivalent of having 10,000 best men. ‘We are so happy for you Erron Black’
· In his Black Dragon Days, Kabal is his Best Man. They may fight, argue and sometimes hate each other. But they are friends deep, deep, deep down. He’s better than Kano.
· He actually scrubs up pretty nice. You’re surprised on your big day to see what he looks like without the poncho, bandana and layer of grime. It’s not something you’d always want him to be like.
· He’s speechless when he sees you. You’re sure if he were wearing his hat, he’d tip it in surprise. But you can tell by the way his eyes light up, he’s loving how amazing you look. He commits it to memory and mouths how lucky he is.
· The rings are ornate, they’ve got each other’s initials in them.
· First Dance; Bless The Broken Road- Rascal Flatts https://open.spotify.com/track/0gKo3I4FCEY40X37Gdkcaf
I really struggled with his, because country music is not my jam, but I felt this would fit. Either that or some Johnny Cash.
Sub Zero (Kuai Liang);
· He feels terrible, but the Wedding Ceremony has little to no wiggle room, in some places. You’re marrying into his Clan. So, the Ceremony, Venue and Vows are pretty set.
· Bi-Han (Going off of his 11 ending) has to Officiate, and it is tense for Kuai. “Do you, Y/N, Take Kuai, The Lesser Sub Zero, to be yours? Even, when his hotter, older brother, is stood right here.” He threatens to say that, but he opts to keep it classy for the ceremony, embarrassing for the speech.
· His Best men are going to be Scorpion and Smoke. It’s obvious.
· He lets you pick out your dress/suit, he would want a little bit of blue in there somewhere. Just because it’s the Lin Kuei colours. He’s not overly bothered if not. But something borrowed, something blue, just wear his headband somewhere, even if its in a covered-up place. Kill two birds with one stone.
· He won’t get to wear a suit, he has to wear his Formal Grandmaster uniform. His tits are sort of out, bit less side-boob though. This is a wedding guys, he has to keep it classy.
· It’s very Formal.
· Johnny Offers his services as Entertainment, you’re not sure if he’s joking or not. So, you have to reiterate the point, that’s not happening.
· Kuai has amazing handwriting, so he’ll handwrite all the invitations, he doesn’t trust technology which drives you up the wall. You could have an instant RSVP, but no, you gotta wait for people to basically send a fucking raven. God Dam it.
· The Ceremony is obviously at the Lin Kuei temple. Prepare for some cold, you may need a fucking cloak rather than veil. It is freezing.
· He wishes he could give you the wedding of your dreams, but he is a Grandmaster and it comes with certain strings. But, can you really complain when you’re getting to marry him? No.
· He is shooketh when he sees you. He smiles a lot. He cannot believe he gets to marry you. You’re to become his spouse, his partner, the wife/husband of the Grandmaster.
· You get a ring, he gets a ring, their both just simple bands, both have the Lin Kuei symbol engraved in the centre. Yours has a sapphire in the centre.
· He will tie a knot in his uniform or switch his headband up. To either your favourite colour or if you have family crest, to your family crest colours. Just to reiterate the point, he’s taken and he’s yours.
· He hasn’t prepared public vows, PDA and anything like that makes him uncomfortable. But he will tell you them during the first dance. Whispering them to you.
· First Dance Song; (I struggled with this one, a lot as well. Hanzo, Kuai and Erron. Sort your music tastes out) I Stand By me- The Florence and the Machine version. https://open.spotify.com/track/5XSU59wtE5CRCAEyHmmGy4
· I think it would fit your relationship with him perfectly, the right pace for a song, and the lyrics are cute as fuck. This could work for Hanzo and vice versa, his could fit Sub. God dam it, I am bad at this.
Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi)
· He has been married before, so he understands the process, the planning and what is expected.
· He kind of wants this one to be different, but he knows, like Kuai, he has obligations to fulfil. It has to be traditional, but that doesn’t mean he can’t shake things up a little. I mean, he’s a little more adventurous nowadays.
· You’ll still have to have the traditional ceremony. Which would probably take place in the Fire Gardens? (I’m not sure about this, if you guys know, please tell me)
· He does let you choose your dress/suit and party. That part is up to yours. But you are marrying into the Shira Ryu, so, you would need to have the ceremony.
· Takeda, Kenshi, Sub and even Johnny are clawing to be his Best Men. Sub’s not overly bothered, but on the inside, he’s like please let me have this.
· He can’t decide, and he knows anything he says, will result in more arguments. So, he has all of them. Problem solving.
· Like Sub Zero, he cannot wear a suit, he has to be in his finest Yellow fucking Ninja outfit. God dam it. Less tits and side boob than Sub though. So, there’s that.
· If someone screams ‘Get over there’ when you’re walking down the aisle, they will be fucking speared. No. Don’t do it.
· He’s lost for words watching you walk up the aisle. It’s like your redemption and his future. A second chance at happiness, his future and everything he’s ever wanted, longed and feared for.
· He’s nervous, but he doesn’t let it show. He’s prepared the things he has to say over and over again. Practised it a lot, so why does he have a lump in his throat?
· He flashes you a smile as you reach him, takes your hand into his and starts speaking so elegantly. Some of it will be in his native tongue, but its fine, because he’ll have prepared you for it.
· He hand forged the rings, melted the metal himself, helped cast them and even engraved them himself. He’s proud of them, let him have his moment.
· There both simple bands, nothing too fancy, little tiny scorpion simple on the inside though.
· Throughout the whole day, he cannot take his eyes off of you. You’re this shining fucking light and he adores you.
· First Dance song; (He doesn’t really have a particular music taste, so he’ll let you pick, I’m just suggesting this) Only Love- Ben Howard. https://open.spotify.com/track/2uhEKg8kIzpdvz4gyy6x8W
· I’m suggesting this because of the lyrics mainly. It’s also got a nice and slow pace, something you can both sway to, because he cannot fucking dance. But, Kuai’s could work for him and vice versa. His could work with Kuai.
Kano;
· Trashiest wedding ever. I’ve already said all of this but…
· It’s so shit. Like you’re getting married at the Black Dragon Fight Club.
· He is not wearing a suit, hell, he’s not even wearing a shirt.
· The smoke machine broke, so he’s just got Kabal vaping.
· Erron is telling jokes to ease the mood, it’s not easing the mood.
· He turns up late and drunk.
· Just say fucking no and run off with Erron or Kabal. Just fucking do it. Leave him standing at the Altar.
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It Consumes Me
A BTS/Kim Namjoon Fanfiction
Summary: The minute he laid eyes on her he knew she was the one. But love is a battle of the mind and the heart, and when the voices in your head start winning, how can your heart possibly compete with a choice that consumed you before the very start…
Type: Angst/Love
Disclaimer: This story contains strong themes. Should a chapter be potentially triggering, it will be stated beforehand. (This chapter contains more direct reference to triggering subjects, most prominently EDs)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5
You peer nervously from Namjoon to Jungkook, feeling your legs shake a little when you stand to greet him, keeping Namjoon’s hand tucked tightly in your own and you feel him do the same with yours as you bow to the other guy, attempting a warm smile after realising that he was someone clearly important to the man beside you with how scared he’d seemed to introduce you to him.
‘Its…uh, its nice to meet you, Jungkook-sshi.’ You say, cursing your voice for sounding so quiet as a result of your uneasiness at the sudden turn of events, panicking when you suddenly feel light-headed, grabbing Namjoon’s hand tighter in response to make sure you don’t fall, and seeing him turn to look at you in your peripheral vision with slight concern .
‘I wish I could say I’ve heard a lot about you, y/n. But in actual fact, I only learned of your connection to Namjoon-hyung this evening. …although I must say, since I pulled the secret of your existence out of him, he hasn’t stopped talking about you...’
Its that tiny tit-bit of information that Jungkook finishes on that centers you in your dizziness and brings you back to the present, the smile that appears on your lips going unnoticed to yourself as you turn your head to look at the angel beside you.
‘Is that right?’ you ask, knowing you’d use this information to tease Namjoon for a long while after this moment, especially with the way his cheeks tinge pink in his embarrassment at being caught talking about you without you being there.
‘Yah, did you have to say that?’ he complains at his friend, his almost instant reaction of protest causing you to grin and break out into laughter as you lean into him, closing your eyes as you momentarily touch your forehead to his shoulder, taking the quickest drag of his scent into your lungs before tilting your head up once more to look at him, only to see him already peering down at you.
There is a momentary pause as the two of you watch each other, both feeling yourselves sink into the other, the clasp of Namjoon’s fingers around your own making your heart race as your gaze flickers to his lips, lingering for only a second before you’re alerted to an awkward cough made by Jungkook.
‘Uh, so, Hyung says you were spending the evening studying, y/n?’
You can feel your cheeks heating all over again as you quickly divert your attention to Jungkook, continuing to feel Namjoon’s gaze on you as you reply.
‘Ye-ah…yeah, I’ve got an assignment on Murukami to finish for a seminar at the end of the week. But to be honest I’ve spent the last hour reading the same page over and over again and none of it is sinking in.’ you explain, pulling a slightly aggravated face at yourself as you look over your papers spread on the desk in front of you, although the feeling dissipates almost immediately when Namjoon pulls you into his side and slips his arm around your waist for comfort.
‘Well maybe you need a break from it for a moment…and what do you know, you’ve got two willing volunteers to help you relax for perhaps just an hour?’ the man clutching you suggests, raising a single eyebrow in the most seductively intense way that you almost want to jump him there, before you reason with yourself that that would really make a disturbance in the library.
It’s after a few seconds more of staring at him that you realize you hadn’t replied, licking your lips nervously as doubt over finishing your assignment in time begins to seep into your mind. However, you already knew from your racing heart and the tightening of your chest that demanded you follow him to the ends of the earth, that you were about to do anything he said.
‘You promise it’ll just be for an hour?’ you ask timidly, subconsciously biting your lip, but having your attention bought to the nervous habit when his thumb is softly trailing over your lip and pulling the flesh from your teeth, the sight of his wide grin and soft voice swimming in your vision as your heart gives in to his wants.
‘Are you really doubting me?’
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It was only as you were walking away from the river path that had streamed down from the university and toward a little street of back-alley restaurants after Jungkook had made a comment about how hungry he was, that the concept of bunking off for a little while with Namjoon began to seep into tones of blackness and dislike.
You could already feel your palms growing clammy, and as much as you’d tried to stifle it, the rumbling in your stomach had grown three-fold the minute the scent of fried chicken and various sesame oil-soaked noodles had hit your nostrils 100 yards back.
Eyes scanning the shop fronts in desperate search of a cute little café to save you, you couldn’t help but be thankful that peak rush hour was only just beginning to ease off, the distractions of multiple bright car lights and the sound of horns and revved engines keeping Namjoon’s attention away from you…
…or so you thought.
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Namjoon
You’d noticed her palms grow clammy the minute Jungkook had lead you both from the river path and up towards one of the guys’ favourite restaurant haunts- the secluded, hidden in plain sight location, housing plenty of food joints with private seating being perfect for all of their needs. At first he’d assumed it was due to his profile and the attention it might bring to them if they were to be spotted, but it had only taken him half a second to remember that as far as he was concerned, she was unaware of the vast, chaotic nature of his life, and after that he couldn’t help but watch her curiously, overly aware of her and her reactions to try and work out what was making her so uncomfortable.
‘Chicken or bbq?’ Jungkook asks from up ahead, turning with a grin on his face as he gestures to the different restaurants either side of him, laughing at y/n appearing amazed by the hidden gem of a street, but you can see the tightness in the smile that forces its way onto her face as she responds.
‘I’m down for wherever has coffee!’
As an instinctive response you grin at her comment, your heart fluttering in your chest when she turns to see your reaction, and despite your concern for her you still find yourself in awe of her beauty…in awe of everything that was so utterly her.
‘uhh…well I don’t think either of these places does particularly good coffee-‘ Jungkook goes to explain, an apology in his tone of voice, but you’d already come up with a small plan of action in your head.
‘Its okay, Jungkook-ie, take y/n to the bbq place and I’ll run and grab some coffee from Holly’s-‘
‘Wait! Namjoon, you don’t have to do that-‘ she immediately goes to protest, but you quickly silence her with a touch of your lips to hers, the temptation to stay there almost overwhelming you before the voice in your brain that was excited to please her takes control once more and you step away with a teasing smile.
‘Black, no sugar. …go with Jungkook; I wont be a minute.’
Smothering a laugh at her dumbfounded expression, you quickly turn away to backtrack on yourself slightly, jogging back around the block to the coffee shop that would have appeared before had the three of you continued down the river path and quickly ducking in, being thankful that it wasn’t particularly busy at that time of night.
After ordering her drink, you stand at the counter with your hood pulled low, scuffing your shoes a little on the floor, ears immediately tuning into the conversations of the few people sat at tables in the café, the chat of one pair of girls particularly peaking your interest.
‘She missed first period again today, that’s two days in a row now- and she bunked off of fifth period the day before that; if she’s not careful she’ll get pulled into the head teacher’s office…-‘
‘I don’t think she’d be that worried about the principle; we both known what her dad is like since her mom died. …God knows what would happen if he found out she’d been missing school...’
With a feeling of pity for the unknown girl in the conversation, Namjoon thanks the server for the take-out cup as he passes it to him, turning towards the door, and walking out without looking back-
-but not before he could tune into the next part of the story.
‘She looks so small these days…Its like she’s slowly disappearing…’
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Your leg wouldn’t stop jigging as you sat at the table with Jungkook waiting for Namjoon to return, politely making light conversation with Jungkook to distract yourself from the turn of events of the night, and the assignment that was going untouched in your bag. Although when you peer down at said rucksack, and glimpse the delicate bouquet of flowers poking out of the top, you couldn’t help but become momentarily distracted by their beauty.
‘So how long have you known Namjoon?’ you ask, figuring whilst he wasn’t there, you’d get the low down on why Jungkook had suddenly shown up that night, and why Namjoon had seemed so shy and embarrassed about it.
‘Ah, probably about 10 years now. I met him when I joined the agency, and he took me under his wing.’ Jungkook explains, a reminiscent smile lighting up his face as he stirs his straw through his glass of coca-cola.
‘Do you find your job hard?’ you inquire, smiling at the thought of the two of them staring at computers all day long, working hard and always striving to do their best.
‘Well its not an easy business to crack, although once you’re at the top, you begin to get used to the shows every night; its mainly just the exhaustion that never gets easier, but the amount of food you get to eat from all the dancing does make everything a lot more fun.’ He explains, chuckling as right on cue the waitress brings out the banchan for the food he’d ordered for everyone, your body tensing when you see the glorious colours, and your body inhales the sweet scent of kimchi.
But you barely focus on the food with your mind stuck on the information Jungkook had just given you, trying to process the phrases ‘shows every night’, and ‘dancing’ into a job role that didn’t imply that Namjoon was some sort of strip-club dancer- a thought that half concerned you (because he hadn’t mentioned it), and half turned you on.
‘Wait, so, what do you mean by ‘shows every night’?’ You ask politely, watching the guy across from you keenly as he begins to pick at some of the dishes.
‘Well they’re not every night, but we’ve done frequent shows over the past month because we wanted to hype up our fan-base before the comeback, but some days are easier than others; I’m hoping we get a few rest days in before we release the new album.’
You sit in a stunned silence as you let this new information sink in, the only possible solution you could conjure from the details he was giving you, being that Namjoon and Jungkook were some kind of singers or performers that by the sounds of their ‘frequent shows’ were rather popular in Korea.
‘Namjoon-hyung has definitely been working the hardest though, what with all the producing he does for the album and the international press and media releases we have to put out- has he told you yet that he can speak fluent english?- he’s amazing!’
Or perhaps they were even more popular than you had in mind.
‘Someone order a black coffee?’
Your brain is practically buzzing with information as you look up to see Namjoon stepping through the sliding doorway to the room, a bright smile on his face as he walks round to your side of the table and places your drink in front of you, touching your cheek briefly as a way of greeting you again when you thank him, before removing his jacket and shoes to make himself more comfortable.
‘So, what have you guys been talking about?’ he asks, instantly picking up a set of chopsticks to dig into the plate of kimchi set on the table, winking at you with a cheesy mouth-half-full grin before you answer him.
‘Jungkook was just telling me about how hard you’ve been working.’ You begin, watching him intently for his reaction, noting that Jungkook had picked up on the slight difference in tone of voice you were using, and seeing him looking slowly between the two of you in your peripheral vision, a slight frown of confusion between his brows.
‘It has been pretty intense lately.’ Namjoon appears to muse, continuing to graze on the small bowls on the table, but pausing with chopsticks halfway to his mouth with your next sentence.
‘He was telling me about the.... album ....you’re releasing soon.’
There’s a pause.
It almost seemed like you were all holding your breath as you wait on his response to your comment, the tension in the room only being broken when the waiter returns with the bbq platter and the extra dishes Jungkook had ordered, obviously sensing that something had happened as he occasionally side eyes you all as he disperses the plates, hurrying to place the meat on the grill before darting out of the room within 30 seconds and leaving you all in silence once again with the exception of the sizzling of the bbq.
‘Was he?’
It’s the way his voice cracks on the words that seems to clue Jungkook into the fact that he’d told you something he wasn’t meant to, his eyes widening theatrically as it dawns on him that you didn’t know about their job and apparent fame.
‘Mmhmm, he was telling me about all the shows you’d been performing recently.’ You mutter faux nonchalantly, sipping from your black coffee as you continue to watch the man beside you without blinking, feeling yourself get a head rush as the caffeine entered your veins and quickly grabbing the edge of the table as you feel yourself rock backwards slightly, the sudden movement forcing Namjoon’s eyes toward your hand and then up to your own gaze as he finally swallows the mouthful of food he’d been holding in his mouth for the past two minutes.
‘Im sorry.’
They weren’t the words you’d expected to leave his lips, let alone how softly they’d escaped him, or the subtle undertone of fear they rode on to reach your ears.
For a moment you were frozen in place again, your brain trying to figure out why his expression seemed so desperately afraid, but when you fail to come to a reasonable conclusion, you reach over to lay your hand on his knee, watching him worriedly.
‘Why are you saying sorry?’ you murmur back, voice almost equally as quiet as his was, and despite the fact that Jungkook had begun silently applying the vegetables to the grill in his awkwardness, you shuffle closer to Namjoon in an attempt to provide him with some comfort, hating the look of loneliness that had entered his gaze.
‘I didn’t tell you because I thought it might scare you. You’re so delicate to me y/n, I don’t want to lose you before we’ve even had a chance at being together, and I figured the magnitude of my life would be too much to deal with right away.’
The way his hand had risen up to cup your cheek half-way through him talking, his palm providing you with much needed warmth as he’d cradled your jaw so delicately, had your throat closing up as emotion had overwhelmed you. After a few moments of staring at him you stand up, murmuring a quick ‘excuse us’ to Jungkook, before smothering Namjoon’s protests at you leaving by grabbing his hand and gesturing for him to come with you.
You’re barely outside of the room and down the steps of the café, into the deserted back street behind, before you grab his head and pull his lips down to meet yours.
Your body feels like a livewire is running through it as you press your mouth desperately to his, choking on your breath as you feel his arms instantly wrap around your waist, hold becoming so tight that he’s almost lifting you off of your tiptoes in his passion. In that moment all you could comprehend was the smell of him; woody, minty, and warm, and the feel of him all around you, making every nerve ending stand to attention. And the only thought that stood out in your mind around the tumult of information you’d learned in the past 15 minutes, was that you never wanted to be anywhere else other than by his side.
‘I don’t want you to be scared.’ You murmur between kisses, finally managing to break your lips apart long enough to be able to catch his gaze, staring intently back at you as he waits for you to speak.
‘Does the idea of dating some famous guy absolutely terrify me? Definitely…for multiple reasons, but-…but none of it matters when that famous guy is you.’ You explain, smiling timidly at him, ‘since the moment I met you, I’ve felt this need to be next to you despite how terrifying that thought it to me, to find out everything about you that I can; to learn you inside and out, because to me you appear utterly fascinating- wonderful, beautiful, -I just-…God, why am I telling you all of this-‘ you trail off, realising you were rambling, completely spilling your heart to this man, and trying to put a stop to the splurge of words that wanted to fight their way from you so that he knew how special he was in your eyes, how the image of him had burned itself onto the backs of your eyelids since the very moment you’d first met him in that café.
For the three seconds of silence that followed your outburst, your entire body fills with fear, the need to recoil burning through your veins as you realize you’d laid yourself bare to him when you’d only known of his existence for just over a week. But before you could make a mad dash for it, you feel his hands cradling your face, bringing your attention to the fact that you’d closed your eyes and ducked your head in your imminent defeat as he lifts your gaze to match his, bringing your attention to the fact that his eyes were shining in the light of the restaurants slightly garish electric banner behind you.
‘Everything…you have just told me, all the ways you feel about me…I feel that way about you too, y/n- …and so much more. ….The second you walked through the door of that café the first time we met, It felt like being blinded by the sun; like my whole life had been waiting for that single moment, and the second I saw you the world made sense. Within seconds of speaking to you, of making an absolute fool of myself and seeing that it had made you laugh, I knew I wanted to be the fool for the rest of time, as long as it meant I got to see your smile for just as long.’
Your knees were knocking together, and your hand was shaking where you were holding his forearm gently, needing to be touching him in some way as you listen to his words, your thoughts falling in on themselves as your heart tries to break free from your chest, swelling beyond belief with the emotion his words held for you.
‘The life I lead…its scary, and dangerous…and secretive,…but I don’t think I could survive it alone now that I know you … this past week I’ve lived like a king; I’ve been invincible, ask Jungkook-‘
‘Oh god, Jungkook-‘ you murmur quietly, just now realising that the two of you had left him alone for the past five minutes, and hoping that he had begun eating without you so that he didn’t remain hungry.
1 point to irony.
‘I’ve felt more alive than I have since moving to the city almost ten years ago.’ Namjoon continues as you redirect your gaze to his, the feeling of a smile lingering around your lips as you tune in once again to what he had been saying. But at that point, the look on his face told you that he already knew he didn’t need to say anything else.
And as he leaned in to touch his lips to yours once more, you couldn’t help speaking the words aloud that the two of you had learned in that moment that you’d both been holding onto since the moment you’d first met.
‘Its you.’
(T.B.C)
PSA: I will upload the next chapter tomorrow, but don’t expect uploads to become regularly frequent again quite yet as i’m just letting myself go with the flow at the minute until i get back into a good rhythm :)
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UPDATE 9/18/19 - Updated Bill’s ref to include streaks of gray hair!!
Here’s my new designs for the Losers Club based on their 2017/2019 movie versions!! Each ref comes with a kid/adult version of each Loser, a paw with their blood pact scar on it and additional refs for certain Losers (Stan’s bandages/scars, Ben’s ‘H’ scar, Bev’s long hair and Eddie’s cast)
You can see their old refs here https://www.deviantart.com/venomlion3/gallery/64416621/it
More details (aka ramblings) under the cut!
Bill Denbrough
I like Bill! His relationship with Georgie is very sweet and as I mention in his old ref I probably would've done exactly what he did if it meant I could find my sibling (and as an only child who could've had a younger brother I really feel for him,,,,). He also looks like such a dad in the 2019 movie and that's great
In IT Venomverse (yes that's a thing now if you haven't checked out my status update) he's married to Mike and Stan, and together they have 3 kids; Harper Denbrough (BillXStan), Noel Hanlon (MikeXBill) and Eileen Uris (MikeXStan)
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Mike Hanlon
Mike is such a good character,,,,I love his relationship with his dad in the book and he's just a great guy in general. I would've loved to see more of him in Chapter 1 (I do wish he was the history nerd instead of Ben but hey I can headcanon that they're history nerds together) but I did enjoy the scenes he was in. I still don't know how to feel about him being a substance abuser in Chapter 2 but if that's how he figures out the Ritual of Chüd I guess it works??? Idk I'm just happy to see Mike get more screen time in general he deserves it In IT Venomverse he's married to Bill and Stan, and together they have 3 kids; Harper Denbrough (BillXStan), Noel Hanlon (MikeXBill) and Eileen Uris (MikeXStan)
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Stan Uris
I decided to give his adult design the scars just because I thought it'd look cool? Also his adult design is spooked since he's the only Loser that doesn't come back to Derry and I wanted to hint at that (it's a good thing the Featurette came out when it did cause it gave us a clearer reference of adult Stan after he gets the phone call and I needed that for this ref) I really like Stan! His dry sarcasm is funny and idk I just find him interesting. Also, that scene at the end of the movie where he says he hates Bill but then breaks out into laughter??? That was really cute. It's gonna be hard watching his death in Chapter 2 ;;; In IT Venomverse he's married to Bill and Mike, and together they have 3 kids; Harper Denbrough (BillXStan), Noel Hanlon (MikeXBill) and Eileen Uris (MikeXStan)
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Ben Hanscom
God Ben.......I love Ben. He's such a sweetheart and he loves Bev so much it makes my heart swell!!!!! I've been rereading the IT book in the hopes I'll have it finished before I go see Chapter 2 and there's a part where he whispers 'Beverly Hanscom' a few times and blushes super hard and I just???? Ben you are a treasure I can't wait for more Benverly moments in Chapter 2,,,, I know they get married and Bev gets pregnant after they defeat IT in the Miniseries and they leave Derry together in the book so that's awesome In IT Venomverse he and Beverly are married with 2 kids; Cosette Hanscom and Toby Marsh
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Beverly Marsh
Although I love all the Losers equally Bev always had a special place in my heart. Her relationship with the other Losers is very sweet and I just think she's rad. Also, her relationship with Ben is so cute????? Whenever I rewatch the scenes where she gets his poem or signs his yearbook I get teary-eyed, and just having her find the poem again in the first teaser trailer got me emotional all over again,,,, I can't wait to see her interactions with Ben in Chapter 2 and I ALSO can't wait to see her beat the shit out of her abusive husband yet again???? Iconic In IT Venomverse she and Ben are married with 2 kids; Cosette Hanscom and Toby Marsh
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Richie Tozier
God ok,,,,,,I know I mention in Eddie's ref that his death is gonna make me cry but Richie's reaction to the whole thing for sure WILL kill me. The Featurette made me sad because seeing Richie being so desperate that Mike AND Ben had to hold him back is just. Jesus. I already know my ass is gonna be crying in the theater because just THINKING about the Losers makes me tear up for no reason at all so when I see a sobbing Richie and a dying Eddie desperately clinging to each other and Richie having a breakdown over his death on the big screen I'll be a gotdamn mess!!!! IT Venomverse is honestly just gonna be a way for me to cope after I watch it. I still can't believe I didn't catch them throwing in Eddie's death scene in the trailer until I watched it a few times,,,, ANDY YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME ANYWAYS I love that Richie is still wearing funky patterned shirts even as an adult. He's my fashion icon and I love it,,,,whenever I wear a shirt that makes me feel like a gay dad at a BBQ I thank Richie for being my muse In IT Venomverse he and Eddie are married with 2 kids; Gwen Kaspbrak and Seth Tozier (yes, Seth's name is a reference to Seth Green who played young Richie in the Miniseries!)
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Eddie Kaspbrak
* I gave him central heterochromia because I gave him blue eyes based on what he has in the book but he has brown eyes in the movie so I just said fuck it and used both :3c Oh god Eddie............Eds..........Spaghetti Man..........I'm not ready for Chapter 2 SPECIFICALLY because of what's gonna happen to him. I love Eddie and I know for sure his death is gonna break me. Moving away from that emotional hell, I'm really happy with the casting they did for Adult!Eddie!! The adult Losers are on point anyways but Eddie's is like WOW. On another side note, Miniseries Adult!Eddie is a cutie and I love him so much In IT Venomverse he and Richie are married with 2 kids; Gwen Kaspbrak and Seth Tozier
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#it#it 2017#it 2019#it chapter two#it chapter 2#bill denbrough#mike hanlon#stan uris#ben hanscom#beverly marsh#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#reddie#richie x eddie#benverly#ben x beverly#stanlon#stike#hanbrough#stenbrough#stikebrough#mike x stan#bill x stan#mike x bill#bill x mike x stan#the losers club#venomverse#venomdraws#my art#stanlonbrough
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FIC: Watching Over You
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“Will someone fucking help me?!”
He found himself snarling into his headset, jaw clenched and hands tight around the controller as he struggled to extract his character from the line of fire he was currently pinned under. Playing healer was the absolute worst thing; Grey was one death away from suggesting they switch to deathmatch so he could murder each and every one of his team mates.
“Jesus, Grey, don’t get your panties in a twist.” The quip came through in that almost sleep-roughed Brooklyn voice that he’d come to learn belonged to the tallest of the old Ghostfacers crew. Kenny Spruce, only ever going by Spruce and the one time he’d called him Kenny had resulted in a ten minute rant from the man himself and then a very offpitch version of Dangerzone from the other two Ghostfacer alumni on the channel, gave a laugh as he responded, but Grey knew he was kidding when he saw the Genji appear up the side of the building he’d been trapped on with his cyber-agility before unleashing his typical shuriken attack on the three enemies that had been surrounding the party-healer left alone without support. “What you even doing up here, man? Didn’t we say you’d stay with payload this round?”
“Yeah, but that was a stupid fucking tactic.” Grey hissed back, his anger dipping slightly as all three enemies are taken out and his character’s passive regen can start up again. “Plus they just blasted the shit out of me to start with, had to get out of the way for a bit.”
“Fair enough. I got him sorted, guys.” Spruce sounded amused still, and Grey could almost feel him nodding as if they were all in the same room and not spread across the entire country.
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Getting a regular team together had been Harry’s idea. Something about getting his friends to all be friends, and then it turned into some kind of propoganda plan to help out Grey’s reputation with some of the more open-minded hunters.
It has started with Grey and Harry just playing in random match up together shortly after the game came out when Harry’d decided to bring the game and his extra screen over with him. Usually Grey wasn’t huge on FPS’ but this was bright and colourful, and he really began getting suckered into the art style and the backstories of the characters the more Harry walked him through it. He’d started out using Tracer due to it being Harry’s second so he could talk Grey through the best ways to play and use the character, but after a few random match up games, he’d learned pretty quickly no one liked playing healer and someone had to suck it up and roll that way, and who better than him?
About a month later, Harry had called him up and asked if he was free to join him and two of his old Ghostfacer friends that they were just starting to get back in touch with for a few games. Jo had shaken her head from where she’d sat with a few case files and books open around her when he’d asked if the noise would bother her or not, and Grey’d signed in and joined up with them pretty quickly. That his introduction to two of Harry’s best friends before the bar was running about Caduceus Staffing the pair as if he’d worked with them for as many years as his friend had put him off to a good footing. Ed, their Reaper or Reinhart depending on the rest of the team combination, was more than happy after a few rounds to question if Grey’d be available to join them more often in future. He had barely kept the smile off his face, and heard a lot of puking noises from the other guys through his headset when Jo’d leaned over and kissed him after the next round rather noisly.
The four of them continued to play, several nights a week every week, for the next three months and Grey had begun to think of the other two men as some of his closest friends as well.
—
Hey Grey, the boys are actually free and coming up to visit next weekend, you good to come round to the bar for a few drinks and a BBQ?
Harry’s text had made him feel almost giddy the moment he’d seen it, that he was being invited along to an event with ‘the boys’ felt unusual but also so normal all at once. There was a flash of concern about the bar and the safety measures that had once again been put in place cutting him off from being able to agree, until his phone buzzed again three times in quick succession.
Sorry man, forgot about the Iron Jo said we can do BBQ at yours We’ll be round Saturday
That giddy feeling was back immediately upon seeing it. Not only was Harry willing to change his plans to fit Grey in along with the rest of his friends, which somehow made him feel both upset for making those plans have to change but also so good that his friend cared enough to change them for him, but Jo had already okayed the idea of four guys hanging out, drinking beers and taking over the backyard and/or kitchen without a moments hesitation from the sound of it. Facilitating his making new friends, and helping him without it feeling stifling.
His nervous energy had lasted all the way through to the weekend, and Jo had given up even rolling her eyes at him as he’d cleaned up and tidied the living room, kitchen and backyard for the fourth time that morning. She was more focussed on simply getting the minute steaks defrosted and potato salad she claimed her mom used to make prepped for the afternoon.
It felt strange in a way to put a face to a voice and name as the three men had arrived. It felt stranger still for him of all people to find that concept strange, he’d practically invented putting a name and face to a disembodied voice after all. However, the odd mix seemed even stranger when he realised he’d been added to the equation.
Spruce was not what he had expected - almost 6″3 and a patchy beard growing alongside the full black ensemble and glasses. It matched the quiet yet rumbly voice Grey was used to, and he definitely seemed friendly enough from the immediate fist bump greeting as he’d headed through the house to the backyard as Grey’s waved instruction.
Ed matched exactly to what Harry had told Grey of before, and even recognised vaguely from some old video he’d been shown by either Harry or Jo once upon a time. However he’d stopped dyeing both his hair and shaving his facial hair if the dark hair and fully developed beard was anything to go by. Ed even pulled him into a one armed, chest bump-back hit move as his own greeting, and Grey had to bite down a smile of his own realising he wasn’t dwarfed at all by this friend of Harry’s like the other one.
The afternoon had been as if all of them had known eachother for years, talking easily and sharing ciders or beer or soft drink depending on who it was throughout the afternoon until Jo’d called out that lunch had been ready. Spruce had made a joke originally about women in the kitchen and how it’s supposed to be the man’s job to cook a BBQ, but it had been the one and only awkward moment of the afternoon - especially as he’d quivered under Jo’s death glare and Harry had whispered something loudly about not wanting to piss her off ever.
Excepting that moment, all four men had had a great afternoon which had bled into evening and ended up with all four crowded in the front lounge with a second PSN from the bar brought along and playing a few drunken deathmatches.
Jo had brought in the ordered pizza around the end of the first hour of rounds, and Grey had even felt comfortable enough around the other’s to drag her into his lap and try to show her the ropes of the game.
“Yeah, lets teach the little lady how to play, should be fun as.” Spruce’s comment sounded a little too on the edge of asking for trouble, but from what Grey could remember he was about eight beers in and given he’d lost the last four rounds despite sticking to his main Genji, there was clearly a disconnect somewhere in his head. “Pretty little thing like you Jojo probably don’t know nothing about games, aye?”
“Bet she only plays those girly simulation games.” Ed added on, a drunken smirk on his face as he looked over at the pair of them cuddled up on one of the arm chairs from his spot beside Harry on the main couch. Harry for his part looked like he was too bemused by his mates comments and the fact he knew Jo could destroy the pair of them in her sleep to correct them as Jo had snarled in response.
“Fuckin’ bring it on, dickwads.” Her words were fighting words, and Grey didn’t even think about it impacting his points as Jo’d taken his controller off of him and switched characters at the loading screen for their next round. Somehow it seemed to fit when she chose Soldier 76; and he didn’t miss the way Jo looked over at Harry for an imperceptable nod from the researcher before she fully selected it. “Get ready to die, bitches.”
“After you, girlie.”
It barely surprised Grey when it turned into a bloodbath immediately, nor that the moment the game started Jo’s Soldier had Spruce’s Genji trapped and dead within thirty seconds. It also didn’t surprise him as he noticed Harry’s Winston avoided her character and as such her wrath like the plague. Ed’s Reinhart was the next dead, and for the next three minutes as their death tallies continued to be counted up and ranked against the other four unknown players in the round that Grey’s username was sitting up at the very, very top with a healthy ten-kill margin above the next highest.
Throwing the controller into his lap a little too harshly as the round finished, Jo’s play clearly trumping anyone else as well as the screen showing through a 10 kill spree of all headshots as Play Of The Game she’d enacted about halfway through the match time, the blonde had given the two newcomers a sneer before gesturing for their pup to get up from where she was seated and heading upstairs with a “I’ll leave you boys to it” over her shoulder. Grey couldn’t help the tiny smirk that started up at the flabergasted look on both other men’s faces before they started up the next round.
It was another two beers and almost ten comments about “Damn, that play though” before Harry decided to let the other’s in on that they’d just gotten schooled by a real shooter and none of them had started another round until the bitching about “unfair advantages” had died down some twenty minutes later. Another three beers and Harry was summoning an Uber, Ed was wrapping Grey up in the tighest hug he’d experienced from an inebriated man with a lot of tears and “where were you when we needed another Facer?”, and Spruce had then dog piled in on it with a call about how “damn cool Harry’s new mate” was and “you sure your girlfriend isn’t single” before Harry chased the pair of visiting friends into the waiting Uber and shared a bemused look with Grey as they all parted ways for the night.
After that, Grey knew he now have two more good friends, even if they were a bit weird in their own way.
—
It was another month before the fifth member of their little group joined them for the first time.
Harry had organised the usual gaming session about an hour later than usual with the simple message that got another friend whos free to play, and the idea of adding a fifth member to their usual roster suited them all pretty well. If they managed to find one more, they could actually play with friends and friends only rather than having a few odd swing ins for matches against other groups.
When Jo had swung past and heard him up later than usual on her way up to bed from one of her late night baking sprees, he’d handed her a spare pair of headphones to listen in on the group and found out that their new guy was a hunter like her. Grey had played attrociously that round, barely managing to heal anyone on the team as his fingers have shook and fumbled too much to fire straight or connect right on the others.
Jo had said it seemed ‘fitting’ that the other hunter was trading between McCree and Ashe every other game, as if trying on which style of player he wanted to be, before kissing him good night and retiring to bed with Nana. He knew he could wake her up when he got upstairs if he was still stressed, but that felt like a bit of a defeat to him of how far he’d come, of how far he’d pushed past being impacted by interacting with hunters who didn’t know who or what he was. Instead, he’d simply curled up around her, arms around the waist and face buried in that vanilla scented hair like he wasn’t still being impacted by a surprise hunter involvement.
It had taken another three weeks before Grey had found out which hunter it was, other than going by the screenname MrFizzles2000.
—
“Hey so is it okay if Garth stops by this afternoon?”
“Who?”
“Garth. He’s a hunter, but he’s chill. Like you already like him.” Jo had raised an eyebrow up at him from where she was currently in the middle of some intricate looking chocolate and dough bread…thing. “He got a bit banged up on a job nearby and asked if he could swing by for a patch up.”
“I don’t know any hunters called Garth.” He frowned at her, resting a hip against the countertop as he watched her working. The frown didn’t last too long, though his brows still creased, when she had swiped a bit of the chocolate mix onto a finger and offered it out to him with that entirely too innocent look on her face that let him know she knew exactly what she was doing.
Jo shook her head at his words, an eyeroll clearly being fought from showing, before she licked the chocolate off her own finger at his look. “Sure you do, MrFizzles? He’s cool, he’s chill, and he already knows all about you, hun, and he’s the absolute last hunter who would ever be predjudice against you for that.”
That had sounded too good to be true, and he had pressed further for more information just as soon as he’d finished tasting the chocolate from her lips.
“He got bit, werewolf hunt gone bad last Spring. I’ve been workin’ with him on ways to stay in the game and also stay on top of the situation.” Jo had smiled up at him so sweetly at that as she watched him carefully, that he had trouble keeping his look blank at the revellation that the hunter he played video games alongside was both a hunter and a monster too. That there had been no real reason for him to be so concerned and nervous, but at the same time, the whole idea of a monster as a hunter seemed far fetched even with progressives like Jo, Sam and Harry running about. Her smile had dropped a little as she saw his impassive look, and added quietly, “You hadn’t noticed I duck off near full moon each month? I’ve been keeping my hunts set so I can get to his home and help keep an eye on ‘im during the transformation times now it’s all gone back to mostly normal. He’s a sweet guy, he doesn’t deserve what’s happened but damn if he’s not workin’ hard not to let it stop him doin’ the job.”
“I hadn’t actually noticed-”
“Didn’t think so. But yeah, Harry, Garth and I have been workin’ on the hunter portal cause they’re both big geeks and I guess Garth and Harry realised you guys all play the same games so there you go.”
Grey rolled the thought over in his mind for a moment as Jo had spun in his arms to resume her complicated plaiting of her chocolate bread dough, the chocolate was rippled through it in veins and he was sure it was going to be amazing from what he’d already tasted; before tucking his chin over her shoulder. “Fine, he can stop by. Given I doubt he’s going to try to… gank me?”
There had been a laugh at that, and Grey had found himself almost pacing in the front lounge for the next hour awaiting the arrival of the man who was somehow an unknown hunter, a fellow monster and his mystery team-member all at once.
The first Grey had seen of him was a tall but bean-stalk like guy wrapping Jo up into a tight hug that managed to lift her feet up from the floor and spun her around when just looking at him such a feat should have snapped him in two. There was such a friendly look to him despite the extremely gross mess that was one half of his face, that somehow the clearly openhearted and friendly demeanour broke through even the worst of injuries. “Joey, hey, thanks so much for letting me stop by. Just got on the wrong end of a chupacabra.”
“Yeah I can bloody see that!” Jo had laughed as the man had let her back to her feet, and she’d raised a hand to look at the other’s mangled face - pieces of skin sliced and torn all over one side of his face, and Grey could see a bit of blood smeared on Jo’s hair from where it had touched the area during their hug. “Well not to worry, I’ll get you all patched up soon enough. You know Grey?”
“Grey! Hey man, so good to finally meet’cha!” The next thing Grey knew, he too had been pulled up into a tight hug without a moment to prepare for it, while the hunter wrapped his scrawny arms around his shoulders and rocked back and forth for a second. Garth was still talking, that exceptionally friendly tone bleeding through even Grey’s panic at the unexpected move, “I’ve heard so much about you from Joey and Harry. Been so lookin’ forward to meetin’ you finally. Sorry it couldn’t be better circumstances, man.”
He’d been released after a full thirty-Mississippi’s, and Grey had forced himself not to smoke away out of fear or jerk back more than a polite step as the hunter let him go and continued through to the kitchen at Jo’s gesturing. She had stopped and reached out for his hand, squeezing tightly as she gave him an understanding look as he let out a shaky breath. It took him another few minutes to work down the panic, splash his face with water and then head into the kitchen to see if there was any additional assistance needed once he had calmed down.
It hadn’t taken long for Grey to warm up to Garth once there was no unexpected if very nice hugs, especially as all three had sat down at the kitchen table together while Jo whined about “even though you’ve got higher regeneration than the rest of us, it doesn’t mean you won’t get an infection”, the hunter had simply looked across at him and shared an exasperated eyeroll. That the next thing out of the hunter’s mouth was to congratulate Grey himself on a beautiful house and kind girlfriend settled the matter for him, this was another hunter he would happily spend time with. Maybe with just a bit more distance, or at least warning next time.
—
The sixth and final member had actually come about through Dean.
The hunting brothers had been visiting as they had been doing on and off ever since the Gordon Situation had been handled. Grey had found it exceptionally uncomfortable to begin with, especially the heated, distrusting looks he would get constantly from the eldest brother whenever they did stop by, but Jo had almost burst into tears when the brothers had called and asked if they could drop by the first time about a month after they'd last been around that he couldn't very well say no. Not when she'd flung herself at him right after the agreement either. And so it had become a thing, where if the brothers were within two hours of the city they would pop by after their hunt to say hi. So long as Jo was home, of course.
It was on one of those nights that they were over and talking with Jo in the kitchen while Grey and his group were just kicking off their usual two or so hours of game play that the eldest Winchester had made the comment.
"Is that that weird anime shooter game? Overlord or something? We've got a friend who plays that and she's been looking for a new crew. I'll give her a call and see if she's free if you guys need another tonight." And that was how the sixth member joined them.
---
Supposedly Harry and Garth both already knew and liked the woman, and she was involved with the online hunting development with them and Jo. According to Dean she was a genius, according to Jo she was 'a lacklustre copy of Ash with a vagina' when Grey'd asked her for more that night, according to Harry she fell somewhere in between and Jo only disliked her due to being hit on the first time the women had met.
Charlie Bradbury had been a welcome edition though that first night, and the group had quickly agreed to add her into their little ragtag team.
She tended to roll D.va as her default which meshed well with everyone else, but sometimes she'd play Zarya instead when the mood stuck her which also worked well. Grey figured she was compensating for something always playing the tank role, but knew better than to question it.
That first night though, Grey had been surprised to hear the chirpy female voice through the headset as they finally all got online and in the one escort mission together. They were in charge of the escorting that time, fighting off the other party with a fair few hiccups.
Sometimes Charlie would charge forward further than she should, a level of cockiness in her taunting over the channel directed at the other team than rarely matched the level she was playing at. Sometimes, Spruce would end up accidentally completely forgetting it was a team game amidst the jeering and begin to seek out personal glory rather than working within the team. Sometimes, Grey would drop too far behind trying to regenerate his own health and by the time his character would catch back up, the party would be close to death. And sometimes Ed and Harry would have ended up pissing off one another over something or other, and refused to work together properly until screamed at by the rest of the party or one of them would conceed and apologise.
Overall though, it had been thoroughly amusing, they had finally worked out some of the kinks by their last round as it hit midnight and Jo had appeard in the doorway making a coughing noise in just her sleepwear and Grey had quickly called it a night on the group to a chorus of teasing from the rest. Overall, the computer whiz had fit in well with them all once they got a hold of their egos, and Grey knew that they’d be adding a final person to their regular line up.
***
The escort mission was going somewhat well so far, they’d made it through the second checkpoint and Grey had only have the one close encounter so far that Spruce had fixed up. They had almost reached and surpassed their opposition’s marker in the competition play they were undertaking, and as he directed his character back into the frey towards pushing, Grey could hear Charlie going off again.
“Fucking cocksucking assholes, we’re going to beat these sonofabitches back for sure.”
“Not very ladylike language there, Charls.” Ed’s voice crackled through the headset, clearly teasing as his Reinhardt pushed at the back of the payload alongside the firey redhead’s D.va and Grey’s own Mercy while Spruce’s Genji, Garth’s McCree and Harry’s Tracer zipped about them dealing out damage as they passed.
Grey could tell from the way the D.va suddenly stopped moving that the woman had taken offence. It was something that happened often enough each of the other player’s had noticed it and knew just how damaging one of her stubborn flares could be to their overall performance.
“Ed...” Spruce’s voice rumbled through the quiet, before being cut off by Garth’s friendly attempt at distraction, “Hey Charlie, we’re almost there - watch out for the Reaper comin’ up.”
The silence from their solo female player continued as did her character’s stubborn freezing on the spot as the payload’s speed slowed down having lost the third player’s additional momentum.
“Ed...” Spruce tried again, only to receive a loud feminine hiss and a whiney groan in response.
Grey found himself sighing quietly as he moved his Mercy about the screen to start healing a team member here and there, to boost the attack as Garth completed a flashbang to distract and disorientate their oppponents while they waited for Charlie to get her panties untwisted. While the girl was a very good gamer, and from what Grey had heard from Jo and Harry over the last month, he knew she was equally good at setting up secret portals for sharing the information hunters needed quickly and efficiently between themselves without needing to get too involved in understanding any of the information shred herself, she definitely had a bit of an ego and tended to snap quickly and unexpectedly if she thought she was being insulted.
The time was ticking down for them and they only had two minutes left to compelete the challenge, or at least get past their opponents marker. It was so damn close.
“Ed!” This time it was Harry’s voice, sharp and harsh as his Tracer skipped about from one side of the payload to the other, drawing fire and avoiding equally easily. “Just do it man, you know you were being a shit.”
There was a pained sounding groan as the group managed to move the payload further along and from where Grey was positioned, turning his camera he could see their D.va still just standing still left behind them in Charlie’s tantrum while the enemy players appeared to be trying to decide if they kill out the lone character or focussed on the payload objective.
The groan came again and they were slowly leaving the other behind when Grey realised what he had to do as two of the enemy players began wailing on the frozen and non-reactive D.va. He had seen Charlie let her character die and then remain at the spawn spot before, she had seen her be prepared to lose the match out of spite from one too many kitchen jokes from Spruce or a snarky comment from Ed or Harry. One time she did it after Garth had made some joke about her identifying a monster wrong and sending a hunter out with the wrong information if it ‘hadn’t been for his quick thinking’ to fix it. Grey had yet to aggrivate the woman enough before, but he was a lot more wary of upsetting someone close to the Winchester’s than the rest of them.
He had one strategy left that would allow her to survive, Ed to apologise and possibly give enough of a boost to the team they could pass their competition’s mark with or without the other’s help.
“Mother, fuck the lot of you.” Grey hissed into the headset as he set off his ultimate ability and jerked into the air above the rest of the play. He could see Charlie’s character start gaining health as he moved slightly back towards her to split the difference to the rest of the team, while their offensive characters began dealing enough damage to the surrounding enemies to push them back while Ed’s remaining pushing character continued with their objective. It took about ten seconds into the duration of his power for the hits to start coming from the opposite team, watching his own health deplete. “Harry, go for the Genji, Spruce target the Soldier, Garth the Pharah is almost dead one more shot should do it. And for fucks sake, Ed, apologise this instant!”
There was a quick movement of characters about the screen from what he could see as the three he’d pointed out began the assaults on the assigned enemies and as his powers ability came to an end of time and he dropped his character back down to help with the payload; he saw all three enemy units get taken out. His own was needing a lot of regeneration shortly, but that could wait. If they could just get Charlie back on board...
“Fine, fine.” Ed’s voice crackled, sounding tight and a little sour, before he added into the silent chat. “Look Charlie, I’m sorry. I know we’ve been ragging you a bit today so I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted.” The words sounded clipped and a little too formal, but next second the D.va was up against Ed’s Reinhardt and pushing along beside them as they crossed past the enemies original marker.
The end point was in sight as they entered the final phase of the match, but Grey could tell they wouldn’t make it without a bit more sacrifce, and sighed as he stayed in place providing the third party to push the load as much as possible even as he’d reached under 15hp left. His screen showed them getting to within 5m of the end point before he was back at the spawning point at the start and found himself sighing resigned not to see if they’d won outright or not as the time counted down.
Such was the curse of being the healer when there wasn’t enough time left for healing to matter. He never got to see if they won or not.
---
It hadn’t been intentional when he’d introduced his sister to the game. It was one of those weekend visits by her when Jo was out of town and not due back until early the next morning but it just happened to coincide with one of his game nights and Shada had looked so bored just ‘hanging out’ that Grey had told the guys he wasn’t available and grabbed the spare remote to play a few rounds showing her the game.
She hadn’t been like Jo had, taking time to pick up how the game worked, how the controller worked, how to actually target and shoot and achieve the tasks. But she’d been more excited than Jo had - tongue poking toughtlessly out one side of her lips as she focussed hard and got drawn into the game as much as he knew he did too. Jo had just looked bored and a little vindictive but not like she had been having fun; where as he could tell straight away his sister was enjoying herself getting to do something he enjoyed with him.
It had become a bit of a tradition between the two of them that they’d play a few different random games with others whenever Shada stopped by.
Grey had not been surprised when she’d gravitated to playing Sombra straight away, and had barely pressed her to try more than two others given how frequently she’d zip straight back to her main character choice each time. It wasn’t like he could judge - he rarely changed off of Mercy now unless they were doing a deathmatch, and even then he did not do well in that game type given how little time he spent playing attack characters - but it was amusing to see how excited his sister got every time he suggested they play a few rounds. He knew it was less to do with the game itself, but the reason for her excitement didn’t really matter so much as he got to get that happy grin out of her.
One time Jo had switched out for him playing alongside his sister when she’d been home for one of Shada’s spontaneous visits, and he’d almost bled from biting his lip so hard to stop the dopey grin from watching the two girls get along and laughing together.
---
Hey guys, cant make tonights session - anyone know an extra sixth to take my spot?
The message from Harry had started this nightmare. It had been about an hour before their usual time, and Grey had felt the slight deflate at the idea he would have to either play with some random or the group wouldn’t get together for the night when the doorbell had rung. Only one person rang the doorbell rather than knocking - a habit that seemingly Jo hadn’t trained the few friends and family of her’s that visited out of after they had installed the doorbell - and Grey suddenly realised maybe his night wouldn’t have to stall out.
My sisters just stopped in She plays Sombra That work for you guys?
He shot off the texts in quick succession into the Discord chat they used as he got up to answer the door. Shada looked as happy as ever, flinging herself at him for a tight hug before brushing past into the house without waiting for an invitation.
“God, why are boys so shit? I mean seriously, even the cute ones are horrible!” Shada whined, flouncing into the living room and throwing herself onto one of the arm chairs, draping her legs across one arm and her head and arms over the other. Her entrance barely registered with the other woman in the room, Jo was engrossed in her laptop in her lap and the thick leather journal on her own armrest. “I mean, I get this guy to buy me a Berkin and then he like... wants things for it? Ugh!”
“Well, that..that’s an expensive bag isn’t it?” Grey asked softly, following in and shutting the door behind him to keep the warm air of the rest of the house out and the cold airconditioned air in. Sitting on the couch, he held up his hands apologetically at the angry look he got from his sister instead. “But no you are completely right, men are gross and shit and horrible. Absolutely not worth your time.” That comment got a snort from the other chair, but flicking a look over it didn’t look like Jo had moved at all or was even listening even if she clearly was. “Hey, I know what’ll cheer you up-”
“What?” Shada’s voice perked up, the arm that had been thrown dramatically over her eyes moving so she could peer at him curiously from under it.
“I’ve got my Overwatch game with my friends tonight, but Harry wasn’t available and we’re looking for a sixth player...”
He had barely gotten to finish the words before there was the high pitched squeal of excitement and he was tackled due to her inhuman speed in the body she inhabited, arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. “Oh can I? Can I?! I haven’t gotten to play with anyone else before!” Shada was grinning from ear to ear as she squeezed his shoulder even more tightly, bouncing the couch cushions from where she was practically jumping with glee. “Can I play Sombra? Please, please, pretty please!”
Grey flicked a hand out to check his phone, seeing the several notifications agreeing to her joining - excluding Spruce’s begging if he could get his girlfriend to play instead - and nodded at her. He was lucky there was another hour before they were due to play for Shada to calm down somewhat before she was unleashed upon his friends.
They’d all played well, though it had mean Ed had been relegated to his tank character rather than playing his preferred Reaper for the escort and assault/escort missions which he had grumbled at until they’d all agreed to spend the last half of their time doing deathmatches instead. Shada had fit into the space left by Harry’s Tracer with her Sombra pretty easily, and the team had changed some of their usual strategies to accommodate the newer player without complaint.
Grey had cringed at several times throughout the night though, as Shada had hummed occasionally singing some parody song she’d heard and when he’d looked away from the screen he’d spotted Jo giggling from her own seat while Spruce and Ed both growled their dislike of “that goddamn Spears pop shit”; or as Charlie had asked thoughtfully if his sister was single at one point; or when Shada had accidentally said some offhand comment asking if Whispering the opposition would be counted as cheating or not that Grey had found himself breaking into a loud song to cover the actual question from being heard properly.
But regardless, the team had fit well - moving smoothly through objectives and challenges together, and while Charlie had had one of her little tantrums when Shada’d made a joke about her ‘butch’ choices of character and asking if it had matched the computer-geek in person or not, they had mostly worked well and won more than two-thirds of their games.
As the clock hit 1am, they had all finally called it quits, and even though Shada had annoyed some of them, all of his friends had bid her goodnight and also said she was welcome to be a swing player in the team in future should anyone ever not be available. Grey’s thought that Shada couldn’t smile any wider was proven wrong as they’d powered off the machine and he’d seen her out the front door after a drink and bit of a chat with Jo now that they’d finished their games and she had packed away her computer.
“I think I see why you keep human friends.” Shada had said softly as she stepped out into the muggy hot night time, looking up at him with a small, thoughtful smile. “They’re...so different to our brothers and sisters.”
“That they are.”
“I think I like your friends, brother.”
“I think they like you too.” Grey had replied, pulling her into a tight hug before she skipped down the stairs to head towards the empty school to disappear from in the dark of the oval, before he’d turned around to find Jo standing on the stairs smiling at him with an almost equally soft look as his sister had given him before they headed upstairs to fight Nana out of the centre of the bed.
---
Things continued like that for a while - sometimes the six of them would play, sometimes one of the others would be unavailable either due to work, hunting or personal reasons and Grey would call his sister in to join them. Sometimes they even decided to just do deathmatch free for alls so all seven of them would play at once. It had been a pretty well established routine, and Grey couldn’t help but realise as he’d get texts, calls or Discords from each of his other team members about anything and everything and not always to do with the game itself that this was what having a tight group of friends was all about.
Not only did they catch up in-game, but each of the others had stopped by the house regularly enough that Grey no longer jerked hearing the sounds of a knock or doorbell the way he had used to. It felt sort of surreal the times Garth would pop by that there was a second hunter Grey felt comfortable in his own skin around.
It was even more surreal when Charlie had flown over for Harry’s birthday held in the backyard as the summer had come to a close, and watching Jo try to be polite and friendly to the woman that commanded a bit too much attention from Jo’s almost-brother’s. The day had been going well, all of those that played with them over, as were the Winchester’s simply out of having been in the area and having buried the hatchet with Harry at least as he’d shown himself invaluable to the research side of things. Even Bobby and Jody had come up, though Grey had thought that was more out of taking the opportunity to see both brother’s and Jo in the one place, and possibly to talk over some files or books with Harry the day after too.
That day had been going so well, with the groups all blending well and even Shada had been invited along and had behaved herself for the most part of the afternoon while Jo and Garth had worked beside eachother flipping burgers, steaks and sausages for everyone laughing the whole time about something or other. Sam and Grey had both worked together to put together a few different salads, especially appreciated by Jody, Charlie and Shada, as they’d all sat down to eat stretched out along a long bench table brought out of the shed into the back garden.
Nana had ran about amongst the legs as everyone had stood and talked beforehand, and was now curled up at Bobby’s feet at the head of the table whining and barking happily every time the older hunter had dropped some food for her. The hunter himself was in a deep conversation with Spruce about the use of technology in ghost hunting and about how static noise in imaging could be used and focussed upon to find that which distorted the image.
Beside them was Harry and Ed, talking animatedly to one another, even though the bulkier of the pair - supposedly according to Harry the other had gotten really into the gym after the Ghostfacers had broken up and was now some survivalist prepper trainer or something - was splitting his time between talking to his friend and flirting with the darkhaired shadow sat next to him. Shada had made a crack about, “maybe I should be even more annoying” when she’d first been introduced in person to the other, and had given barely a cursory look at the other four members of their little gaming group she hadn’t met in passing before focussing almost all her attention on the ex-Ghostfacer so far that day.
Sam had actually sat down next to the shadow without any kind of reaction, as Jody had taken the other headplace and Garth across from Sam, from what Grey could tell in his space beside Jo across from Shada, he could tell they were talking about some job or other that Garth had finished off the night before. He was somewhat more focussed on giving his sister disapproving shakes of the head whenever he managed to catch her eye, but figured that there was no harm in it. Jo was on his other side, right in the centre of the table where she could get up and down easily to keep running about to fetch drinks or more food for everyone as the serving plates emptied.
Beside her was Dean and then Charlie between him and Bobby’s position, and Grey could tell there was something going on from the way Jo was spending more and more time getting up and down for things for everyone else than eating the food that he could tell was the same that had been put on her plate when they’d all first sat down. Looking down at the plate as Jo got up for the third time in five minutes, he found himself frowning as he realised she’d not even touched any of it, completely against normal for her.
Tilting his head and shifting slightly into her vacated seat, Grey had found himself glaring daggers for the first time ever at the elder of the hunting brother’s when he overheard him dubbing the redhead woman beside him “the sister he never had” a little too loudly from a few too many beers as Jo had rounded the table behind him. Out of his peripheral, he could see the way she bit her lip and leant between Dean and Charlie to set down another beer for the Winchester brother who gave her an uninterested “thanks Jo” before continuing to joke to the smiling, unaware woman beside him.
Clenching his fists as he watched Jo spin on her heel and hurry back up the back steps into the kitchen, he didn’t even notice the way Sam seemed to pause in his own conversation looking between the slammed kitchen door, his brother and then his own stony look before getting up and following the blonde into the house. He didn’t notice his sister suddenly looking at him curiously, head tilted as she tried to work something out before returning a half hearted comment to Ed beside her who was talking about some survivial training camp he was running next month, eyes focussed on him as he moved. Grey did notice however his own movement getting to his feet and shoving his seat back harshly before he stepped over to place a firm, little more pressure than his body should be able to produce, hand onto Dean’s shoulder.
“Hey, what’sup Grey?” Dean looked up at him, his attention finally jerked from the conversation about the Hobbit movie adaptations he’d been having with Charlie since they’d sat down for lunch, a slight frown at the extra pressure before it got deeper at the look Grey was sure was on his face. His next words were a bit sharper, voice dropped an octave into a more threatening tone even as those around didn’t quite understand what was going on. “What do you need?”
“We need to talk. Come on.” Grey gritted the words out, fingers digging into the other’s shirt and jerking him to his feet as the hunter stumbled up after him with a shake of the arm and a snarl. So much for a nice afternoon, but he refused to have this conversation in front of the crowd or to ruin Harry’s day with this issue. Jerking his head towards the side of the house, the shadow moved without looking behind him around the end of the table not looking to see the approving look he was getting from the wisened old hunter at the end, completely focussed upon keeping from snapping that Dean had to leave immediately and causing a scene.
He could hear Dean behind him, and taking five faster steps before he spun to confront the other, he had himself mostly under control until he saw the way Dean’s hand was twitching towards his back. “You aren’t going to need that knife, Dean. We just need to have a chat without causing a scene.” Grey snarled the words out, arms crossing across his chest as he stared down the taller man.
“Oh you mean like the scene you started out there?” Dean’s voice was sarcastic as he made no move to return his hands to his side, but also made no move to remove the knife itself as he seemed to be seizing Grey up in return.
“Trust me, if I wanted to cause a scene out there, I would have.” He snapped back in return, grinding one heel into the gravel from the utility space they were stood in. It was as good a place as any. Grey would have taken the hunter inside for the conversation, but Jo was in there and he trusted that Sam would be able to handle that half of the issue. His eyes flashed as he saw the hunter shift as if about to head back to the group and ignore the shadow; growling out the words he had heard from the other, dripping the words with acidic intent. “The sister you never had...”
Dean paused at that, eyes widening a little at hearing the words he’d just let out without a thought, before looking back at Grey. Grey could tell his mind was whirling over what that meant or what the point that the shadow was trying to make to him; and from the blank, unknowing look that covered the hunter’s face he figured the other had not worked out the significance yet.
“You told Charlie she was the sister you never had.”
“So?”
“You told Charlie that she was the sister you never had in front of Jo, you complete asshole.” Grey almost bit his tongue as he snarled the words out, hands clenched into tight fists where he had them against his ribcage as he stared down the hunter. Daring him to deny what he’d said, or deny that it would have meant anything.
Dean appeared to finally get it, eyes widening such that the bright green was fully visible as he appeared to look between the shadow and then the edge of the house back to the yard trying to make up his mind. “Oh shit, fuck, I didn’t..”
“Oh but you did. You fucking well did, Dean. And I won’t stand for you being rude and insensitive to Jo like that.”
“I wasn’t- I wasn’t saying anything about Jo-”
“You fucking know what you said, and how Jo, of all people, would take that comment.” Grey growled back at the hunter’s stammered and awkward denouncing, ripping his arms apart and sticking his fists into his pockets to refrain from throwing the hunter up against the wall and showing him just how much he wouldn’t approve of Dean hurting his Jo yet again. “I get that you might not have thought before you said it, but you’ve barely said six words to Jo all afternoon. You’ve barely even looked at her, and I know you are still not comfortable with me and her, but I won’t allow you to take that out on her any more.”
“That’s not true!” Dean spluttered in response, his hand withdrawing from going for his back but each hand clenched into corresponding fists as he glared across at Grey in return. “I have not been ignoring her-”
“Don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen it all day. I know she’s been smiling and happy, and her and Garth get along like a house on fire and Jody has been taking up a lot of her time; but you, Dean Winchester, have not even looked at her once. You didn’t even hug her hello.”
The brash bluff in the other appeared to deflate at that as the taller man seemed to realise there was some truth to what Grey was accusing him of, fists relaxing and running a hand across his hair as he looked back towards the corner of the building. “I..”
“Didn’t mean to, I’m aware. I’m sure even Jo is aware, but you have been disrespecting her all day and I will not stand for it.” Grey moved closer as he spoke until he was right up in the other’s space, glaring harshly up at him and trying to keep himself from getting even angrier as he thought it over. It was the first time he’d reacted like this around the other, and there was a small flare of pleasure when the hunter stumbled a step back and appeared to shrink a little under his stare. That was enough for now, enough of a recognition of understanding and conceeding to his point. “Now, you and I are going to go back to the table and continue like nothing happened here. And when your brother and Jo come outside again, you are going to apologise to her. Properly apologise. And I’ll let you know if I think it is acceptable, okay?”
He didn’t wait for the hunter to respond, just pushed past the other unnecessarially to go back to his seat and ask Garth about the hunt he and Sam had been talking about as if nothing had happened. Grey had noticed the curious looks from the three Ghostfacers, as well as the slight frown from Charlie when Dean rounded the corner but moved to stand on the small landing outside the back kitchen door rather than rejoining them at the table. If he hadn’t known better, Grey would have thought he was getting an approving look from the older hunters on either end of the table, but that was sure to just be wishful thinking on his end.
When Sam and Jo had emerged with two bowls of potato and pasta salad from inside, her face looking a little pinker than usual as if she’d been scrubbing at her eyes and cheeks, Dean laywaid them and piled both bowls on his brother before grabbing Jo’s arm and turning her back around to go back inside.
Sam slid into his spot beside Shada as he plopped both bowls down onto the table and wrapped a friendly arm around the shadow-girl’s shoulder as he leaned towards Grey across from her. “Hey, did you get your side sorted?”
“Yeah, all taken care of. Yours?”
“Should be okay when they get back out.” Sam’s tone was soft and gentle, and Grey definitely knew that he had a friend in the giant as they shared a knowing smile before starting their own meals again.
Grey wouldn’t be sure would be all okay until Jo returned and actually ate something, but it felt nice to have yet another friend to support him in the form of the youngest Winchester.
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Three months later, something strange was happening.
They had all logged on as usual, and the chatter over the headsets was much as usual when they were missing Spruce for a round. That is to say, Shada was trying to flirt with Ed, Ed and Harry were babbling about their trip to Comic Con later in the year, and Charlie was trying to organise to meet up with them if their work schedules all happened to match up. The only unusual thing was that Garth had not spoken one word, nor had he done his typical greeting to the group as a whole even once - Grey was kind of missing the friendly twang when the hunter would sign of with a “Hey guys, ready to get these suckers Garthed”. Instead, he’d signed in and was silent.
“Hey so we’re doing assault/escort right?” Grey asked quietly at a lull in the conversation, fingers twitching on his controller as he considered whether to have a drink and wait it out or press the issue as he heard his sister’s giggle through both the headset and from her spot on the couch beside him. Looking out the side of his eye, he could see her twisting a section of her hair - one of those bright purple strands she’d started getting done - around a finger than made him groan. “Please, please guys can we get on with playing. We all good?”
There was a ding and in the corner of the screen, he saw Garth’s first message to the group pop up from the Discord channel - Ready when you are - which seemed so un-Garth.
What seemed even less Garth was as the group finally agreed and started the screen to select their roles that MrFizzles2000 selected Solider 76 immediately without any discussion before any of the other’s could pick their own characters.
“Garth, what the fuck man?” Ed’s voice sounded tinny in the headphones, but definitely reflected what everyone else must have been thinking at that choice. Not once had the hunter picked anyone but McCree or Ashe, not even once. “Since when you play Solider?”
Just shut up and lets play.
That was somehow even less Garth than the rest of it, and the group as a whole continued to fire questions out as they picked their characters. At least he’d chosen another offense heavy damage character so Harry could take the lead-tank role alongside Charlie rather than Ed for the first round as the coin flip had determined. Ed had shouted happily at that, selecting Reaper which would match up well alongside Harry’s Winston, Charlie’s Zarya, Shada’s Sombra and Garth’s inexplicable Soldier 76. Grey was, as always unless he was trying out Moira, Mercy and was actually secretly pleased for another healing person on the team for once.
The first round had somehow been a cake walk for them. Garth was insanely good at the new choice of character, and Grey had found himself suddenly getting a heal boost without having to run out of combat without even asking when Garth’s character would swing past. Charlie and Harry had worked in unison well to take the damage for the rest as they rushed their way to the payload, and even Shada’s almost constant singling couldn’t stop the jovial feeling that was spreading between the group as they wiped the floor with their opponents.
“Jesus, Garth, you need to play that one more often!” Harry cried out happily as they completed the mission quicker than they had before; and there was a sharp whistle of appreciation through the call as they all watched the five-head shot kills Play of The Game from the hunter that had decimated their opponents at just the right time. “Good going man!”
Thanks guys
It was such a small message and did ring true of the hunter’s modesty, so didn’t seem too out of place. But Grey couldn’t shake the feeling something was going on while he drank a sip of his water and chewed on a mouthful of M&Ms while they waited for the next round to load.
As they’d moved across Junkertown for the next assault, and Grey spotted the waning moon in the animated sky, he suddenly realised what it was. Letting out a laugh through the chat out of no where and getting a strange look from Shada as she had her character zipping about, humming that infuriating Britney Spears song under her breath while taking out three enemies at once with one of her EMP blasts, Grey shook his head at her.
He waited for just the right moment to do it, when he knew he’d get an automatic response from the hunter as his character was getting pinned by three enemies to avoid him getting to resurrect Charlie’s D.va as the fought to push back the opposing team from pushing their payload any further. “Ah shit, I need help up here.”
“On my way, hun.” The voice came over the call immediately before the Soldier appeared and drew the fire from the opponents for Grey to extract himself back to their teammate.
“Who the fuck is that?!” Ed and Harry both shouted in unison as they double teamed taking out the three tanks their opposition had chosen to use for the payload push, while Grey used resurrect on the D.va. “Who was that?”
“I thought you guys always wanted me to play.” The voice came again, honeyed sweet and Grey could imagine the smirk on her face as clear as day from where she was. He had only just remembered it was a full moon that night, and Jo always went to help Garth during those times, keeping him under lock, key and a watchfulish eye. It was the first one, full moon that was, that they’d all been around enough to play for; and clearly Garth hadn’t wanted them to cancel with two players out.
The choice in character made so much sense, and as he saw his health boosting again as Jo directed her character past him, Grey found himself smiling fondly as he realised just how lucky he was to have the life he had now as he moved into place to support his friends again.
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Story Clip: Groove
Annabelle gasped, wiggled and then burst out with a giggle, "Daaaad! I'm eat-ed-ed!!!"
Will paused, blinking at the muffled call. He scanned around and then arched an eyebrow. The comment was, it seemed, not unusual enough to get any large reaction from the man as he looked for his daughter.
"She’s to cute, had to." Groove piped up, his saddle bag lid still cracked where Anna had been peeking and giving a big hint where she was. The protectobot gave an amused chuckle. "Need a ride anywhere?"
"If you're offering, we wouldn't mind, but its a ride out the back of the base." Will came over, pretending he didn't see the peeking child. "But if you ate Bells... I guess you can come. She's supposed to poke at Ratchet."
"Thats not a problem I ain't doin nothin. Gives me somethin to do." The mech chuckled playing along. "Well Ratchets been saved from being poked then, he might have to poke her outta me actually." The large bike had no qualms with handing the child over to the medic playfully. Though knowing his brother First Aid would swoop in and kidnap her first.
"Ah good." Will said, and then grinned as there was a raspberry sound from in the saddle bag. "Would you be willing to help us take our share of the BBQ with?"
"Of course not, I got big saddle bags can temp control 'em too. Ones kinda stuffed with a snack for me though but right sides open." Groove was the size of a small car so his bags were rather large anything Will and them had the one bag probably could hold with no qualms
"Plplpl!" Came another raspberry from the left saddle bag.
"Just don't nibble on your snack yet? we kind of need her I guess." Will was grinning wide now.
"PLPLPLPL!" was the next, harder raspberry.
The man moved over, opening the lid and leaned down, giving a returned, "Plplpl!"
Laughing the mech played along still, the protectobot super easy going. "Nah, was planning on sharing with my brothers I think they'd like a nibble too Aid especially. She's real cute."
Ananbell sqinted up at her father, only to get a face made back at her. She giggled and wiggled in place, lifting up to give Will a kiss. "I'm not a snack Groove!" she turned her attention back to the mech. Then blinked as something belatedly sank in at last, "You have brothers?"
[Co-wrote with @stormthetruck possible story later? Maybe]
#Transformers#fanfiction#annabel lennox#will lennox#Groove#Protectabots#Story Clip#icy's writing#from the mun ( ooc )#From Omie#die of cute#I did
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My very first survey on this blog in 2014/present
A lot of the answers were the same for it being a 4 years difference, which is kinda sad lol.
Are you attracted to the last person that kissed you? Sigh. Very much so. || Not anymore. Oh man. This was still when Joseph and I had our thing going on.
What did you do yesterday? I’ve been on break for the past week and I can honestly say I haven’t really done anything. It’s been kinda nice. || I just rested, Tumblr-ed, did some surveys, colored, and watched TV.
Something you really want right now? Hmm. I don’t really want anything at this exact moment. || Food. I don’t want to make anything; though, cause it’s almost 3AM and I should just go to sleep.
What were you doing an hour ago? Making this side blog. || Surveys.
If you could seek revenge on someone would you? Nahh. I’m not revengeful. || I’m still not.
Does any part of your body hurt right now? Nope. || My back kind of does.
Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed? Probably. Sighhhh. It’s been so long since he and I last saw each other. The situation with me and ~him is complicated. Isn’t it always? || I believe so.
Can you recall the last time you liked someone? Yep. Right this very second. I more than like him at this point, but like I said. It’s complicated. || Yeah, back in 2016.
Would you ever get a tattoo? I want to. I’m just a big ol’ baby. || Haha. I’m still a big ol’ baby.
Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? HA. That’s funny. || Nopeee.
Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Uhh. Probs my mom yesterday when she called from work. || <<< Honestly, same. lol.
Who was the last person you talked to in person? My brother. || <<< Same again. Omg my life is so predictable.
What plans do you have for tomorrow? Coffee with Amanda. Maybe get some more Christmas shopping done. Hopefully! || Aww, back when I had a social life and did stuff. Anyway, tomorrow I have that doctor appointment I’ve been dreading. I wish I was having that day from 4 years ago.
Has a friendship ended recently that you wish had not? Not recently, but yes a friendship has ended that I wish had not. || Like all of them.
What are you listening to right now? Hey Arnold. || I Love Lucy.
What happened at 9:00 am today? It hasn’t been 9am yet, but I imagine my ass will be on the couch scrolling through Tumblr and watching tv. Exciting stuff, guys. || Ew why was I up so early? lol. I’ll still be asleep at 9.
Ever given your ALL to someone who walked away? Yes. I put my heart on the line and they walked away. Awesome. || Yeppp.
Have you ever kissed the last person you texted? Nooo. || On the cheek.
Do you and your last ex hate each other? Nah. We don’t talk, but there’s no hard feelings. || Nope. It’s like that situation as the one from before.
What are you afraid of? Life. Death. || <<< That, and just that things are always going to be how they are for me or even worse.
When was the last time you were sick? Always. || I last had a virus type thing a few months ago, but otherwise I pretty much always feel crappy in some way.
Are you one of those people who are always cold? No. Although, I am right now. || No. I’m the one who’s usually always hot.
Where are your biological parents? In their room. Sleeping. || <<< Yep.
Do you have any summer plans yet? I wish. It’s still awhile away, though. It could change. || Summer is just about over, thank goodness.
Do you tend to waste a lot of money? On food. Always. || I have a bad habit of online shopping lately.
Last thing that you said out loud? “Goodnight, Jon.” || “Goodnight.” Based on this survey it would seem like my life hasn’t changed at all lol.
Do you have trust issues? It’s not really trust issues. I just have a hard time opening up in general. || Yep, still that way.
Do you think this year will be better than the last? This year is just about over, which is crazy. I always hope the next year will be better, but there’s always something. || This year was awful.
What are you doing? This pretty much. My tv is on, but it’s background noise. || Sigh. I could just paste this and not change anything.
Are you a jealous person? Yes, but not like psycho jealous. You probably wouldn’t even know it. || I have my moments of envy.
Do you think age matters in relationships? Well, yes. To an extent. || <<<<
When was the last time you got a haircut? I think maybe back in July. Or a little before then. I’m trying to grow out my hair now. I’m over short hair. || Early August I got it trimmed.
Do you know anyone that smokes weed? Tons of people. || Yep.
Who is the last person you rode in a car with? Mom & brother. || <<<<
What is one thing you’d love to happen tomorrow? I’d like to get more Christmas shopping done. My plans for that are still up in the air. I can’t believe Christmas is already next week like wth??? That went by SO FAST. || I just hope my doctor appointment goes okay. I want to get it over with.
Did you sing at all today? Yes. || No.
Do you look more like your mom or your dad? My mom. || <<<<
Where will you be 2 hours from now? In bed asleep. || <<<< Omggg.
Are there any stressful situations in your life? A few. || There’s plenty. A lot has changed in that sense anyway from 4 years ago.
Are your lips chapped at the moment? Nope I’m good thanks for asking. || No.
When you met the person you now love, what happened?: Uh well we met through a mutual. Nothing happened right away. He pursued me first after awhile, but I wasn’t interested initially. Boy did that change. || I don’t love anyone in the romantic sense.
Did you realize anything today?: No, but it’s early. || Not so far.
What do you need right now?: Sleep probably. || Sleep. Food.
What’s your favorite food?: Mongolian BBQ. || Taco Bell, chicken tenders, french fries, Top Ramen.
How are you feeling today?: Just kind of whatever. It’s 1 in the morning.|| Anxious.
What is your biggest fear?: Life and death. || I answered that already in this survey.
Describe your looks to us: Ugly? Ha. I don’t know. Look at my avatar. || <<<<
Have you ever woke up next to someone and wanted to puke? UH no I can honestly say I have not. || No.
What are you listening to right now? Degrassi. || I Love Lucy.
Are you afraid of death? Very. || Yes.
Do you open up to people easily? No. It takes a lot. || <<< I’m the most open in surveys.
Do you miss anyone? So very much. || A few someones.
What are you going to do tomorrow? I feel like I’ve been asked this a billion times. || As I’ve stated already, a doctor appointment.
Does any part of your body hurt right now? Noooo. || Kind of.
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