#dude relax it's not your real pipe

[fuckyeahalfredmolina]

Craig is craaaazzzzy! I love Craig; he is naturally funny and extremely creative.They make the perfect comedic duo.

[swordsandholly]

Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor anthology

MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist

Part 7: Firsts

Kyle bought you lunch before your set time. To make sure you ate, he said. He still asked about five times if you felt like you ate enough or needed water even after sitting across from you while you downed a to-go container of pad se ew and your fourth ounce bottle.

You just laugh and point to a piece on your knee. “Babes I got this with nothing but a trenta iced coffee and two hours of sleep in my system. I’m fine, I promise.”

John made a baffled noise at that. Kyle looked like he was going to throw up. That look remained as he went through the process of setting up in John’s studio room. Kyle is meticulous about it. Each step done with care. You feel a bit silly sitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

“Just breathe. It’s fine.” John murmurs in a low rumble that somehow has you relaxing more than the indented party.

“It’s almost more scary doing someone I know.” Kyle huffs.

You laugh. “Can’t be worse than the blown out piece of shit on my left arm. C’mon, I’ve seen what you can do. You’ve got this.”

John nods, sitting on the other side of you.

“Besides, even if it sucks I’ll still be honored to be your first real apprentice tattoo.” You pipe up.

Kyle chuckles, low and unsure. Part of you wants to give him an out, to say he doesn’t have to, but you can see the set of his jaw even as his eyes flick between his supplies and the stencil in his hand nervously. He’s determined as much as he is scared. There’s no getting him out of that headspace until he’s done.

You chose something easy. One of Kyle’s more dainty, simple flash designs for the back of your thigh, just below the curve of your ass. A little bow with minimal shading. Something he’s practiced a thousand times and an easy enough starting point. Plus, you already mentioned having him do a matching one on the other side when he’s ready for it. Easy practice.

“C’mon, at least get the stencil on before you have a panic attack.” You try to keep your voice light, turning your back to him.

Kyle sighs. You hear his stool roll forward as he scoots in close to place it. John shuffles around to stand over him. A nasty part of your brain complains about exposing your cellulite to these two fit men but you push that deep down into nothing. A second, more embarrassing part wonders if you should have chose a more appropriate spot… that maybe you shouldn’t be standing in front of your boss and coworker in teeny-tiny biker shorts that barely cover you. You shove that down right next to the other mean thoughts.

You pointedly ignore the heat that shoots up your spine as Kyle’s hands feel out the shape of your thigh to get it centered - keeping your eyes forward as he slowly presses the paper against you. You could swear a thumb traces the curve of your cheek as he smoothes it but that’s probably just wishful thinking.

“Good job, kid.” John claps a hand on Kyle’s shoulder as soon as the paper is pulled away. You turn around in the mirror to check it, expecting to probably have to move it, but from what you can tell it really is perfect.

“Damn, dude, on your first try!” You grin, clapping happily.

Kyle nods stiffly, but you see the way the corner of his mouth quirks up. You unceremoniously clamber onto the table, moving around so your back doesn’t hurt from laying flat for the next few hours with your arms folded under your head.

“Hey.” You whisper while John steps away to grab something. “Get through this without freaking out and I’ll give you a reward.”

“A reward?” He tilts his head, smile turning from an nervous curl of his lip to a boyish grin.

You jokingly bat your lashes. “I’ll give you a kiss.”

Kyle chuckles. “With tongue?”

You gawk, face hot. “Mr. Garrick! Where’d my knight in shining armor go?”

“Just tryin’ t’ figure out exactly what I’m workin’ toward.”

You hum, pretending to mull it over. “We’ll see. Depends on how well you do.”

Kyle levels a look at you, something heated as his lip catches between his teeth. It’s only there for a moment, gone as soon as he turns to his tools. Replaced by a laser focus.

“Alright.” John settles back into his seat on your other side. “Let’s do one line and then see how we all feel.”

Kyle nods. You shuffle a little to make you’re you’re as comfortable as possible for the next however long. You know it’s going to be a while even if it isn’t a simple design. He’s new and precise with means slow.

The familiar whirr of the gun starts up. You shut your eyes, waiting, hoping that you aren’t projecting any more tension into the room than Kyle is. The needle stings when it finally touches you, but not as badly as you braced for. His touch is light.

He pulls the gun away and let’s put a giant sigh. “How y’feel, luv?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m all good. You?” You tilt your chin a bit to meet his eye.

“Better now that it’s started.”

“Good.” John nods, chest bumping your leg as he leans forward to look. “Looks good. Keep on.”

The room is nearly silent as he works. You turned down the music before coming back so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed - at least that was your reasoning. You’d get overwhelmed. Kyle is more levelheaded than you are, though.

“Thassit.” John smiles - or at least that’s how it sounds in his voice. “Her skin takes ink so well, yeah?”

Fuck, that totally should not do it for you. Gravelly voiced British bastard. You keep your eyes locked onto the flash on the far wall as you attempt to cool down.

Kyle just hums, seemingly unable to talk as he concentrates. He probably is with how dialed in he looks. You take a break before he gets to shading, stretching and getting some water. It takes a while, but not as long as you assumed. You start to get that ache in your skin partway through the shading - that feeling when your nerves are so tired from firing off pain receptors they just all sort of start burning dully.

However long later Kyle pulls away. “I… think it’s done?”

“You think?” John challenges.

Kyle sighs before speaking with more finality. “It’s done.”

There’s a few beats where John assess and you hold your breath. He points to a couple spots where Kyle’s hand slipped a bit or he applied too much pressure, but when you check it out in the mirror yourself you don’t see that all. Perfectionists.

You can’t help but squeal and jump, clapping happily and barely standing still while Kyle puts the saniderm on. You’re just to happy! Not only did Kyle get his first tattoo done but now you have brand new (free) cute ink to show off. Kyle looks tired, though, so you try not over overwhelm him while he cleans up. Concentrating like that with anxiety must have really taken it out of him.

You sort of forget about your promise of a reward for the next week. Too busy focusing on taking care of your new tattoo. The only downside to the placement is sitting in your office chair itches - especially once you take the saniderm off. You’ve mostly taken to standing while working and wearing shorts and skirts to let it breathe. It’s worth it, though. You’ll have to ask Kyle how soon he wants to do the other one. Without being pushy, of course.

You quietly hum to yourself as you get the cash drawers ready to lock away in the backroom safe. Triple checking the bags and making sure tips are divided correctly, etc.

“Hey, lovie.” Kyle saddles up behind you suddenly, hands on your hips.

You jump. “Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He chuckles. A hand slips down your hip, palm tracing the hem of your tennis skirt to lightly rest over the little bow. “How’s she healin’?”

“It’s, uh, it-“ You stutter, eyes wide and skin hot. If it were Johnny, you’d laugh and swat him away - maybe let his hand wander to your ass first - but Kyle doesn’t do this. Not that you don’t like it - the problem lies in that you’re liking it too much. If the patter of your heart is anything to go by. “It’s good. Not itching yet or anything.”

Kyle hums. “Good.”

“Th-that all?”

“Think you forgot somethin’.” He turns you around, hands firmly planted on the softness of your waist. When you just give him a bewildered look he continues. “I was promised a reward, I think.”

“O-oh?” Your face burns, eyes wide. Is he serious? Part of you wants to say no - to push him away. You’re coworkers, after all. Until your eyes meet his, so big and warm and his lips forming a perfect pout. “John….?”

Kyle chuckles ans crosses his chest. “John won’t care. Cross my heart.”

He gives you a moment to mull it over. You don’t think he’s making fun of or bating you - Kyle wouldn’t do that. There’s no way he’s interested either. That’s one delusion you can firmly plant in the ’purely imaginary’ category.

Whatever. What do you have to lose from a little back room make out?

Your lips meets his. Fuck, they’re soft. He steals your breath - greedy and gentile. It’s been so long since you’ve been kissed, much less kissed well. One of the hands on your waist moves to your low back as Kyle leans into you. Your hands grapple onto his shoulders to steady you. He takes advantage of your gasp at being tilted back to swipe is tongue between your lips.

You mould together, breaths heavy and tongues dancing. A needy, pathetic little part of you wishes the hand that drifted from your waist to your hip would hook under your thigh. That Kyle would tilt you all the way back onto the desk and throw your leg over his shoulder, eagerly pushing up your skirt-

An ‘I love you’ dances on the tip of your tongue and you reel back harshly, hand flat on his chest to separate you.

“Alright?” He murmurs, eyes half lidded and dark.

You swallow roughly and nod, breathing hard. “I, uh, I need to finish the safe.”

Something passes across his face briefly as your eyes flick between his. Whatever it was, it’s replaced by his usual easy smile as he returns to standing at his full height, the hands on your waist steady you before disappearing. Your stomach drops as they go.

“See you tomorrow.” Kyle murmurs, pressing one last little peck on your cheek before striding away, leaving you alone in the back room with a hot face and whirlwind thoughts.

Fuck.

A/N: brought to you by the time a tattoo artist told me my skin takes ink well in the most haunting bedroom voice I’ve ever heard😵‍💫 killed me right then and there

[caulifleurr]

Left Behind for the Holidays Pt. 2

You're finally home again. While off-duty, you get to relax for a while. That might be difficult knowing you've towed the Lieutenant with you for the holidays.

Warning: Nsfw-ish at the end!

Masterlist here!

"Settle in, Lieutenant. I'll prepare the spare room for you." You say, turning the circuit breaker on then putting your bag down on the couch. You walk to the spare room, turning needed light switches on as you go. The space heaters hum into life, fighting off the chilly air. Your apartment is a two-bed one-bath unit, complete with a living space, small kitchen and dining area. Again, not fancy at all, just some fundamental pieces to furnish the place. It's simple, but cozy.

"Why's it... So clean?" Ghost asks, confused after running a finger on the nearest drawer and finding it mostly dustless.

"Oh, I get it cleaned every few months. Some dudes just come in and tidy the place up. I notified them that I'll be home today, so they cleaned up beforehand." You reply from the spare room.

"You don't get robbed?" He asks from the living room, his question a bit too real. Classic Ghost behavior, frank as always.

"I don't have much valuables, and besides, the cleaning company does their job well. They don't pry and they're run by a retired military man. That's exactly why they're perfect for the job of keeping the homes of soldiers in active duty spick and span." You reply, feeling proud of your foresight. You finish putting out a fresh blanket, two pillows, and a towel for the lieutenant, then stand in the doorway.

"Clever girl." He says lowly, when you reappear. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you clear your throat.

"All yours, Sir." You say, gesturing to the room. He walks to the spare room, stopping in front of you.

"Appreciate it, Sprout. By the way, we're off duty, Ghost is fine." He says with crinkled eyes, before walking in and closing the door behind him. You feel the blood rushing up to your face, and feel grateful that he's not there to see it.

"I'll go get some groceries. Key's on the counter if you wanna step out." You say to his closed door, and you hear footsteps getting closer. He opens the door slightly, and leans on it. He has shed his jacket but holding it, only having his thermal dark grey long-sleeved shirt underneath. It clings to his body, highlighting the muscles along his form.

"Don't want me to come with?" He asks, raising a brow.

"You're probably tired from driving, just relax and freshen up if you want." You reply, looking up at him, to avoid staring at his biceps.

"I'm a hardened soldier, Sprout. I can handle a five-hour drive and grocery shopping on the same day." Ghost chuckles as he puts his jacket back on, his tone playful.

"Alright, then. There's a store just two blocks from here. Maybe we could also get some food on the way back, because I'm not cooking tonight, I'm beat." You say, checking your pockets for your wallet. His eyes silently follow your hands, patting along your jeans, on your behind. You start for the door, but turn abruptly.

"Almost forgot." You say sheepishly, plugging the fridge on. You grab the door key on the counter on the way out, with the man you brought closely following. You lock the door after him and you both go out into the snowy evening.

"Hmm, what else." You think out loud, scanning the shelves in the store. Ghost stands nearby, silent like some bodyguard. You spot a box of pasta on the top shelf and reach out for it, only to be interrupted by him reaching it first and dropping it onto your basket. The action makes you feel his body heat, as he gets so close to you for a second. You just stare blankly at the pasta box in your basket, not wanting to betray anything with your face.

"Is that enough? Shouldn't it feed two?" He pipes up, and you realize he's right. You've only ever shopped for one, and your habits took over. He sees the realization hit your face, so he just chuckles and offers to get more of what's in your basket. He comes back with another basket of identical items and some of his own.

God, I'm so lucky, I get to be domestic with him for a bit.

Pretty soon after, you finish picking out the things you need. You offer some bills to the cashier, but he adds his own money to contribute. You whip your head up at him, ready to decline his generosity.

"No, no. I'm consuming this too, might as well chip in." He says with finality, before you can even open your mouth. He takes your extra bill from the cashier and hands it back to you. Your fingertips brush his for a millisecond, and you feel him tense up again like earlier. You blink, pretending you didn't notice.

You stop by at a small diner to get some food to go, just some hot sandwiches, as per his request. He's carrying paper bags full of groceries in both of his arms, while you hold on to a plastic bag with your dinner in it. Light snowfall dusts both of you, like powdered sugar on fresh beignets.

You both get back to the apartment complex, and you turn your key in your door after shaking off the snow that hadn't melted already on your clothes. Ghost walks in to place the groceries on the kitchen counter, and yawns. You take your scarf off and hang it behind your door.

"Go eat without me, I need a hot shower first." He says, taking his jacket off and going in the spare room to retrieve his toiletries and the towel you lent him. He walks off to the bathroom, and you hear water running.

Fuck, I can't believe he's showering in my bathroom.

You sit at the dining table, take a sandwich out of the bag, and munch on it. Thoughts race in your head, so it took you quite longer than expected in finishing your meal. You tidy up, stocking your fridge and cupboards with the groceries you got. The fresh produce you left on the sink to wash in the morning.

After a while, you hear the bathroom door click open and hear footsteps going into the spare room.

"Water pressure okay?" You ask, still busy at the sink. You hear a muffled "yeah" and you hum in reply. You finish up just as you hear his door click again, and you slowly move your eyes up to acknowledge him.

"Sandwich's on the table. I'm gonna go for a shower too-"

Your foot gets caught on a rut on the hardwood floor, stumbling a bit. You didn't fall face-flat though, as a strong hand clasps around your arm, steadying you.

"Easy." Ghost says, his voice soft. He lets go after you've regained your balance.

"Shit, I'm sorry."

"Don't mention it." He says, and you look up at him.

Holy shit.

His blonde hair is damp, he's wearing a white t-shirt and black sweatpants. You notice his sleeve tattoo, covering his entire left forearm. His hands are bare, the first time you've seen them, and his slender fingers look really elegant in the dim kitchen light. Of course, his black face mask is still there. You smell his shampoo, and you feel like you could get lost in the scent.

"What?" He asks, ripping you away from dreamland. You gulp and look away quickly, but your face has started to betray you.

"Like what you see, Sprout?" He adds, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Didn't mean to stare, Sir. I just... I've never seen you like this." You reply in a small voice.

"Again, we're off duty, Ghost is fine. Might as well relax a bit, as you've invited me to spend the holidays with you." He says, crossing his arms over his chest and putting his weight on one foot.

Your face feels hot and you back away slightly, embarrassed. Ghost chuckles, his brown eyes glinting. You clear your throat and stand straight. You mutter a "thanks" and shuffle off to get a towel and your toiletries for a shower. You quickly get your towel and the shower stuff from your bag, as he sits at the dining table, back facing you, eating his sandwich.

You get in the shower and sigh, a bit relieved. That relief quickly turns into the cold realization of being where Ghost has showered only a few minutes ago.

The glass enclosing the shower and tub is still fogged up from the steam. You look at the bottles on the caddy, still beading with water. You sigh and place your own toiletries right next to them, slinging the towel on the rack right after. You undress and carefully put your clothes in the laundry basket, thankful that it has a lid.

Everything still smells like his shampoo.

You sigh again, turning the shower on and letting the warm water hit your face.

Fuck, that feels good.

You open one eye, slowly forming a thought. Said thought catches you off-guard, and you feel blood rushing up to your face. Swallowing hard, you slowly reach down between your legs, only to find you're quite soaked, but not due to the shower. You're feeling aroused, being enveloped in Ghost's scent.

[discotitsposts]

there’s no place like home season 7

gonna tell u rn this is one of reid’s finest moments

spillers ahead

-

i like this ep a lot

the feeling of watching this one while it’s storming is elite

dudes a storm chaser lol

awww will and jj

rossi gonna regret not taking the time off

that’s so nice they made a donation to ALS in carolyn’s name :)

tornados fascinate me

reid looks so good help

wheels up in 30‼️‼️

I LOVE THE NATIONAK WEATHER SERVICE SOUND UGH BEEEEEP

love storms yayy

LOL the plane shaking

reid my beloved

rossi’s scared lol

LOL when reid’s talking about turbulence

LOL PULVERIZED

reid can pulverize me pls

don’t accept beer nd weed from strangers kids or they might take u and take ur body parts to put their dead brother back together in the middle of a tornado

reid stop being sexy challenge

oops he lost right away

tornados are so destructive but so beautiful when photographers get them on camera

can u imagine getting the message that a violent tornado is in your area that must be terrifying

ew body parts

so the unsub is dr frankenstein

i feel bad for jj she has to be that far away when her kid is rlly sick she can’t leave bc of the storm then :(

hotch is such a nice understanding boss

SPENCERRRRR THE WAY HE TKWJW IS EIRIWBEWHNWM

he speaks so fast i love it

my sweet little rambler

i wonder if this episode is not only based on a real case but like how common is this one like r there actually amateur dr frankensteins

lol garcia being grossed out

rossi LMAO THE SHADE

garcia: reid you scare me

rossi: join the club

REIDS FACE ADTER AHAHHAH

whoooohoo rain and thunder

bro kidnapped him and his wondering why he’s trying to leave

i’m so tired

that’s smart to hide in a drainage pipe

REID IN THE DARK RUFF RUFF BARK BARK BARK BARK

hJhwjejdjakwsmHWHEOSOWJRNE beautiful

reid figuring it out

how the hell the kid supposed to drink a beer if his mouth taped shut

he should say yeah and then bite him

ok but “the delusion will completely take over” is so funny bc my spencer delusion has

bros like no i don’t fucking remember bc i’m not ur brother

storm chasing fbi agents!!!

lol playing chicken what reid

garcia the guide

isn’t there two tornados

my god the way reid talks is just so attractive i love the way he speaks pls talk to me forever spencer

bros playlist is fire ngl

run

“it’s all good” dudes gonna chop his head off

“who r they” the hottest fbi agents

REIDDD

the way he yells ugh

they saved him!

how did they film this? with like high powered fans ?

bro walked into a tornado

i wanna be in a storm shelter with reid

doesn’t jj tell a story to henry aww

i love that her actual son played her son on the show that’s so cute

i see why she did an audio book recently her voice is rlly soothing i almost fell asleep

that was relaxing

goodnight

the end

[theplanchetteprincess]

Out of Context Lines from Twisted Wonderland: Spectral Soiree that are Pure Gold

***TWST SPECTRAL SOIREE OUT OF CONTEXT SPOILERS***

Literally this game is fucking hilarious

“Real creepy superpower you got there.” - Leona

“Uh, counterpoint: I know you are, but what am I?” -Floyd

“Apologize for tainting your superior! Get on your knees and kowtow before me!” - Jack

“AND NOW YOU HAVE THE TEMERITY TO CRITICIZE RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS?! HE AND I ARE CLUBMATES!” - Sebek

“No, I DON’T know! I’m a regular student from a completely normal family!” - Trey

“CEASE YOUR BAWLING AND PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!” - Sebek

“I’m a plebe so I’m not up on royalty stuff...Maybe you princes get cool special training?” - Ace

“Dude, that’s super young! Seven’s likes just outta kindergarten!” - Ace

“You’re talking to Lollipop the Candy Fairy from the Land of Sugar!” - Epel

“Seven Days to Swole: The Ultimate Guide to Beefing Up” - Jack

“Nice one, Professor Crewel! Are you a doctor? ‘Cause you executed that smackdown with surgical precision!” - Sam

“So relax. Those ghosts got nothin’ on my PE curriculum.” - Vargas

“You see, Sebek, toothbrushing is a hobby of his.” -Deuce

“He’s just gonna keep playin’ that pipe organ while you’re waffling back and forth, you know!” - Ace

“Dude....Malleus Draconia himself is bangin’ away on that pipe organ!” - Ace

“You know it’s bad when Ortho--who I remind you is a literal robot--is worried about your emotional growth.” - Ruggie

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tta episode 12

“Last time, on Total Takes Action: the four final players competed in an all-out western challenge… an all-outback western, that is! From kangaroo wrangling to outback cow herding to giant, man-eating spiders, this was the real-ish deal! Scruffy overcompensated for their failing love life, but it was Peter who saved the day, and a sick Scary who took the fall. Who will survive this episode? And who will be eaten? Find out now, on Total! Takes! Action!”

The final three stand in a line outside the craft services tent while Chris sits in a director’s chair in front of them, his legs crossed and his eyes studying them intently. 

It’s been some time now, as evident by the beads of sweat on O’s forehead and the twitchy movements Peter keeps making out of nervousness. Finally, the host clears his throat. 

“So, I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re out here,”

“Yes!” All three say in unison. Chris chuckles. 

“Today is the penultimate challenge- three players enter, two players leave! And you dudes have a lot riding on this- one million dollars is nothing to brush off,”

“I don’t care about the money!” Scruffy pipes up. They look exhausted.

Chris rolls his eyes. “Much like yesterday, today’s challenge is inspired by another popular subgenre of western- the science fiction kind!”

“Running out of ideas?” O asks, crossing his arms. Chris glares and pulls out a futuristic looking taser gun, then stuns him. He falls to the ground with a thud. Peter and Scruffy stare. 

“That’s better. Anyway, today is going to be an all-out… LASER TAG EXTRAVAGANZA! That’s right, it’s every man and Scruffy for themselves on a souped-up race to the finish line. The first two players to reach that line secure themselves a spot in the finale- the last will go home. Across the set, there are various… um, roadblocks that will stop at nothing to tag you out with one of these babies,” Chris says, pulling a few large laser guns out of nowhere. He tosses one to each contestant- a neon green one for Scruffy, a white one for Peter, and an orange one that lands on the ground next to O. “Not to mention your fellow campers- if you get tagged out, you’ll be sent to our brand new…. Cactus Pit! For about fifteen minutes.”

“Cactus pit?!” Peter asks. 

“Yeah, we couldn’t think of another way to incorporate the western theme without importing more sand,” Chris chuckles. “Go meet Chef in the craft services tent to get geared up and meet me back out here in five!”

---

Scruffy straps a large, futuristic-looking chrome vest to their chest and slides on knee and elbow guards while Peter watches on from afar. O is just now recovering from the stun gun, though his legs are still partially frozen as he slides on the metallic shorts provided with the outfit. 

“You feelin’ alright, little guy?” O asks, fastening the vest buckles. “Need any help today?”

Peter turns back. “No, I’ll be okay. If I can survive a heart-to-heart with Scary, I can survive anything, right?” he chuckles to himself. “Thanks for the offer, though. Good luck!”

Peter jogs outside, leaving a slightly despondent O behind. 

---

O: “Well, I guess I’m not needed anymore. Good-bye, friendship!”

---

Scruffy whistles the show theme song under their breath while bouncing their gun in their hands. They seem… oddly relaxed. Confident, even. 

---

SCRUFFY: “I’ve been training for this all season- an obstacle course? Every man for himself? Dangerous threats along the way?! This is perfect- finally, a chance to prove myself,” they put on their safety goggles and then blow a kiss at the screen. “Wish me luck, Jules!”

---

Chris paces back and forth in front of the geared-up contestants, snacking on a Slim Jim very loudly and reading the paper. He turns. “Oh, right. We’re still doing this. Okay, gang, you ready?”

The campers look between each other, then nod. 

Chris pops in a pair of earbuds, then pulls out an air horn and blows it, forcing the final three to duck and cover their ears before they can actually start moving. 

“GO!”

Peter starts off first, jogging towards the city set as a heavy fog rolls in, misting the set and making everything but the fluorescent lights of the other players impossible to see. 

O follows Peter, looking around before colliding face-first into a brick wall. “Yeowch!”

A nearby clicking sound and a shower of white light greets O on his left side, and Peter emerges from the fog, holding up his gun. “Who goes there?”

“Woah, truce, truce!” O sets down his own weapon and puts up his hands. “I wanted to talk.”

The much shorter player lowers his gun and blinks. “About what?”

“I think we should stay in an alliance,” he says. His own orange getup casts a warm glow in the fog. “Scruffy has a super unfair advantage over both of us, and if we stick together, we might be able to make it to the final two! Wouldn’t you wanna be in the final two with me?”

Peter thinks for a moment. “Huh… yeah, I guess that’d be fun. Friends in the final two…”

“Right! Friends!”

He smiles and holds out a hand, which O gladly accepts. “Truce,”

“Truce!” O shakes it confidently. 

---

Scruffy stalks through the fog on the forested set, the fake trees casting a dark glow over them. They’re crouching, close to the ground, crawling between plastic ferns and foam rocks, somersaulting into hollow logs and watching the entire scene with suspicious eyes. Their tactic is clearly trained to perfection, so when a shadowy figure dashes behind them in the background, they’re already prepared. 

Scruffy whips around and fires his laser gun, and a cartoony “pew” sound effect lights up someone’s vest red. 

Chef sighs and walks out of the shadows, dressed as a StormTrooper in a laser tag vest. He grumbles. “This wasn’t in my contract,” and he walks off. Scruffy pumps their fist. 

---

O and Peter walk casually down the middle of the road on the western set, aiming at random cacti and tumbleweeds to practice shooting. 

O holds up his gun and fires at a moving cardboard road runner, the red laser dot directly on its side. It, of course, does nothing but light up the set piece for a brief moment. But Peter is impressed nonetheless. 

“Wow, you’ve got a good shot,” he says. 

O lowers the gun. “Thanks. Michela taught me how to aim,”

“Were you guys close? While she was here, I mean,”

“Uh, kinda. I thought so. But then Max came back and she didn’t need me around anymore, I served my purpose,”

Peter raises an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

“Well, you know. I did my job! And she got better, so she moved on, right?” O says, aiming the gun at a saloon sign. “That’s how this stuff works.”

“Friendships? I don’t think so,” Peter says. “They’re not… transactional. I mean, they can be, but like me and Scary- I would consider us friends now,” he pauses. “Don’t tell her I said that, though.”

“You and Scary? What could you have to offer her?”

“My time, my care. My patience. And she helped me out too, in return, and even though she’s gone, we’re still friends-ish. Same with Al,” Peter continues. “Friendships shouldn’t end after you give them something. I had to learn that the hard way. I’m sure if you talked to Michela, she would still call herself your friend.”

“Huh,” O thinks. “Weird.”

A sudden rustling behind them makes both jump and aim their guns. But it’s only a squirrel, skittering across the set with a nut between its teeth. 

Peter turns to O again. “You don’t have to ally yourself with me because you think I’ll only want to if you’re useful. We can be ally-friends, too!”

O smiles and nods before a sudden whirring overhead catches both their attention. 

“Did you hear that?”

A fleet of flying saucers appears in the distance, laser beams gearing up as they approach the two. Peter and O look at each other, then scream and run in opposite directions. 

---

Scruffy hears the distant sound of screaming and pays it no mind. They chuckle to themselves. “Amateurs,” and press on, past the haunted mansion set, past the courtroom…

They re-enter a thickly wooded part of the set and scratch their head. “I was just here,” they think aloud. “I have not been walking in circles! My tracking skills are flawless!”

A sudden rustling in the foliage catches their attention and they aim their gun, but only Peter falls out of the bush. He groans and rubs his head. 

Scruffy grins and clicks his gun, ready to fire. 

“W-wait!” Peter begs. “Don’t!”

“Why not?”

“Cause… I know the way to the finish line!”

Scruffy lowers their gun for a moment and thinks. Then, they sigh, and put away their weapon, pulling Peter to his feet. “Fine. But as soon as we’re there, I’m shooting you,”

“Sounds good to me!”

---

O tiptoes through the maze, completely lost in its long halls. The sounds of distant barking are making him more nervous with each passing second. 

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he mumbles to himself. “Get a hold on yourself, Oliver. Breathe. Count to ten.”

He takes one deep breath, then another, before the barking picks up again and he loses count. “Dammit! Why isn’t this working?!”

The barking grows closer and he shakily holds up his weapon, backing himself into a corner. Before he has time to prepare himself, two coyotes jump out of the darkness. 

“Coyotes!” he shrieks. A red light emanates from something attached to their backs. “With guns!”

He screams as they fire at him, tagging him out. His vest glows red and he shrieks again as a trapdoor opens from under him, pulling him into the darkness. 

---

“That sounds like O,” Peter says, those distant shrieks echoing again. “We were supposed to be allies today… I should go help him-”

He starts off, but Scruffy grabs him by the back of his shirt and turns him forward. “Not so fast. If you run, I’ll shoot the sensor on your back. Think smarter,”

Peter grumbles to himself but they press on, eventually exiting the forest and re-entering the walk between the mansion and courthouse. 

“So, where is this magical finish line, anyway?” Scruffy asks. “If you and O were allied, he must know too, right? He could be there this very second.”

“He wouldn’t. He would wait for me. We’re friends,”

Scruffy laughs. “There are no ‘friends’ on Total Drama. Only allies, and alliances are thin. Breakable,” a serious expression crosses their face. “The second they sense weakness, they leave.”

Peter watches their expression cautiously. “Do you want to talk about something?”

“No. I’m fine,” they insist, speeding up. 

---

Chris watches O balance on one set of tippy toes and flail his arms around to avoid falling on any cacti in the glass holding cell he’d been chuted into. 

“Man, this is great,” Chris sighs, crossing his arms. After a few more seconds of amusing himself, he turns with an annoyed expression. “Where are my salmon and goat cheese crackers?!”

Chef walks up to Chris with a covered dish. 

“Finally! I swear, these interns are so busy on their phones they can’t even bother to wait on me hand-and-foot!” the host rolls his eyes, then holds out a hand to the plate. "Gimme gimme."

Chef smacks it away and pulls the lid off the dish, revealing nothing but a black landline. Chris sighs. “It’s not my job to answer phones around here,”

“You’re really gonna want to answer this one,” Chef says, his voice completely deadpan. 

Chris grumbles angrily to himself and picks up the phone. “Yello?” He takes a swig from a coffee-filled Thermos. 

A voice on the other end says something indistinct and Chris spits out a mouthful of piping hot coffee, just barely missing Chef. 

---

“And then she just- started dating him, I guess. Like I don’t even exist!” Scruffy throws out their arms for emphasis as the two pass the trailers. “Not a word to me!”

“Do you think she didn’t think you’d find out?”

“No, of course not. Jules knows that I’m a capable player, I hear about everything worth knowing. And this was definitely worth knowing. Why didn’t she tell me?” they pout. “She could’ve sent a letter!”

“Maybe she wants to tell you in person?” Peter asks nervously, watching Scruffy flail around their gun with every word. 

“No, she wouldn’t. The only logical explanation I can come up with is that… well… it’s more beneficial for her to be with him than stay friends with me,” Scruffy sighs. 

Peter furrows his brow. “There’s that talk again! What’s wrong with you people!” he says. “Relationships aren’t about what you can give, they’re about who you are. If Julia really cares about you, then what someone else can offer her shouldn’t matter.”

“But it obviously does,” they sigh. 

“It could be a million things,” he pats their shoulder. “Trust me, I’ve done my fair share of overthinking. I’ve been in so many transactional friendships, witnessed so many petty breakups, and I refuse to believe that that’s what’s happening. You shouldn’t have to prove yourself to anyone.”

“I know, but… I mean, she likes that I’m a good competitor. If I win, maybe…”

Peter sighs. “Do you really think staying in the competition will help?”

“It would help with a lot, really,”

Scruffy looks down and Peter sighs, pulling the picture of his girlfriend from his pocket. “I guess I understand. We have to do hard things for love, too,”

Just as they round the corner of the trailers, a click sounds from behind them and they both turn, then freeze in place. 

O, covered in cactus spikes, aims his gun right at Scruffy’s chest. 

“Game over,” he says, his forefinger pressing on the trigger. 

“No!” Peter shouts- but it’s too late. 

O pulls the trigger, and the mist rolls over set once again. A “pew” sound, and the “schwoop” of a hit target rings out. 

But as the fog clears, Scruffy is still green, and the red glow of a hit soldier is coming from the ground. 

Peter, his girlfriend’s picture clutched in his hand, lies. O gasps, then drops to his knees. “NOOOOOOOO!”

Scruffy holds up their gun, aiming at O as he grieves, but then shakes their head and simply flees into the brush. 

O holds Peter’s head in his lap and pants. The former’s glasses are cracked, and there’s a spider crawling over his cheek (which O quickly sweeps off). 

“Peter, I’m so sorry, my aim- I thought my aim was perfect-”

“It is. I jumped. I had to let Scruffy get away,” Peter says. “They have to win. I don't… My life is already pretty sweet. I don’t need the money.”

“You sacrificed yourself… for them?” he makes a disgusted face.

“They need this. I’m already pretty set,” he holds up the picture of his girlfriend. “I could’ve won, but I chose not to. Because some things in life are more important than transactions.”

A chute opens up beneath Peter and sucks him in, sending him to the cactus pit. O hangs his head. 

The opening in the grass closes over and O takes a moment to breathe before he stands, now more determined than ever, and begins running. 

---

Chris’ director’s chair is empty as Peter falls into the glass cactus tank at the end of the set, the finish line mere meters away. 

Scruffy comes barreling in first, crossing the checkers and panting. 

“Yes- yes! Final two!” they turn. “Chris?”

The set is empty. Chris and Chef are nowhere to be found. Panic crosses Scruffy’s face. “CHRIS?! I NEED SOMEONE TO VALIDATE MY WINNING!”

Peter taps on the glass of the container and winces as he’s poked. “I’m here,”

Scruffy turns. “Oh,”

O comes jogging after, crossing the finish line. He collapses to the floor shortly afterwards, his gun skidding across the pavement. 

The intercom crackles to life. “Woo okay, final two. Scruffy and O,” then disappears. 

“What’s he up to?” Scruffy wonders aloud, O and Peter both making pained groans in the background. 

---

Peter disappears in the Lame-o-Sine, both Scruffy and O waving as the black car disappears into the city. 

“Good guy,” Scruffy comments. 

O glares. “The best,”

The two walk back to the trailers, avoiding looking at each other until they’re at each individual door. Scruffy pauses, their hand on the doorknob. “What do you think Chris is doing?”

“Something bad and mean, probably,”

“No, I mean… he didn’t even show up for the elimination ceremony, and he loves gloating. Something’s going on,” Scruffy says, rubbing their chin. “Maybe Scary was right…”

O massages his temples. “Good night, Scruffy,”

And without another word, he walks into his trailer and slams the door behind him.

[himbogiants]

What's the best thing to do when stressed about exams? Study? No. Write a g/t story until 4 in the morning? Of course! This one is definitely getting a part two. And possibly three. I dont wanna go starting a new story that I'll never get around to finishing as I already have plenty of stories to work on, but I got inspiration and had to write so enjoy. (Side note I was listening to part of your world from the little mermaid before I wrote this so you'll see connections in one part)

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Part of that world: part 1

The crew had just about wrapped up their game after a good few hours of play when Theo piped up among the conversation after a sip of his drink

"Oh! I forgot to tell you all! Remember how I said I thought this place was haunted?"

Nearly everyone groaned, much to Theos frustration

"Oh okay, because we sit here every weekend playing a fantasy game but ghosts and spirits are off the table?"

Besides him Thomas rolled his eyes with a smirk

"We never claimed the game was real, Theo. Neither are ghosts."

Maisey perked up at that shaking her head

"Well..I mean I feel like there's a possibility ghosts exist just..not here Theo. I'm sure your beliefs are justified!.. and I suppose I may be bias as I don't live in this building so I wouldn't know..but this building isn't very old- and as far as I'm aware, thankfully nobody's died here...yet."

Before anyone else could make their arguments Theo continued

"Yes yes! Well I'll have you know ouiji boards exist and it wouldn't surprise me if one of the neighbours dabbled in the dark arts before, my bets on Helen from 2B upstairs. Anyways!! What I wanted to say was, I bought cameras, for the kitchen to start with. I might get more but the kitchen seems to have the most evidence of supernatural so"

Thomas laughed from across the table

"Dude. You're crazy. You sure you're not high again?"

Henry who never usually pitched into conversations like this even had something to say, in his usual brooding manner- though he was Theos flatmate so his words were necessary in this matter

"You bought cameras and I'm only being informed now? You do realise rent is due in two weeks? You better not have wasted all your money."

Theo made gestures of neglect with his hands, shoving off the comment.

"Oh relax, you'll get the money man. They were off some dingy website. And I only set them up yesterday so no need to worry about privacy. I haven't even turned them on yet. But tonight. Tonight I get my answers!"

Sadie, adjusted her hair and snorted "yep. He's insane. I think the finals coming up are starting to get to you Theo."

Theo stood with a look of finality, clapping his hands together.

"Say what you will, but tonight we shall see, and you shall weep of embarrassment. Ye of little faith. For now, I belive we can wrap up this campaign for this evening, I do need to get these cameras on after all."

And so the crew packed it up, all wishing their goodbyes Thomas pairing off with Sadie, grabbing a box of takeout from the table with them. Maisey after giving Henry a kiss and Theo a hug made her way to the door only to stop before hand

"Best of luck with the cameras, Theo. Despite everything, I'll be curious to see if you find anything. Night guys!"

When all had left Theo shut the door to face a disgruntled Henry who regarded him with folded arms.

"Aw come on pal, don't gimme that. Listen I know you think I'm crazy but just, trust me on this! Things going missing, noises in the kitchen, voices in the walls?!"

Henry pinched his nose and sighed, pushing up his glasses.

"That isn't a ghost, Theon. It's rats. And as for voices, they're either an effect of marijuana or squeaking. Besides, I've already got it covered. You may have noticed the traps I've set."

Theo grumbled at this, his roommate ever so logical.

"Yeah I've seen 'em. Rich of you to comment on me wasting money when you bought all those!"

Henry shut his eyes, it was clear Theo was testing his limits- of which wore thin. He exhaled deeply through his nose

"It's a rational assumption Theon. Especially since rat's are real. And you should know I value cleanliness. I won't have some vermin lurking about if I can do something about it."

Theo took a mouthful of noodles from an open box, finishing it off and depositing it in the trash. He swallowed and met Henry's eyes.

"Well, one of us is right. And one is wrong. Let's let the camera decide."

Henry's face fell flat with a tiresome expression. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Part of him praying the tech would show some full proof footage to finally shut his friend up.

"Goodnight, Theo."

In the end. Both boys were wrong. Though a judgemental eye would say Henry's theory was not far off. Pitter patters raced through the walls, from four small sets of feet. One pair slower than the other.

"Daphne! Wait up!"

But the other pair persisted, destination and goal in mind and on path.

The male voice breathed out harshly

"Come on Daph! You know I'm not as fast at you!"

Suddenly the other pair stopped and the small borrower boy came crashing into them -or rather her- with an 'oof'. But the girl didn't say a thing, only looked out in awe

"There it is Riven. The kitchen.."

Riven came to her side.

"You..you say this everytime you know that?..look, I've got a bad feeling about tonight I think it's best we make this quick."

Daphne turned with a raised brow and smirk to her friend

"You're not getting cold feet now, are you?"

Riven shook his head incredulously

"N-no! Of course not. Just, Daph.. I have a bad feeling is all. You seen the traps yesterday, right? And before you say it I know you'd never fall for them! B-but still! It's.. unnerving to picture. I just wanna be careful about this!"

Daphne wasn't phased by this and only smiled brighter

"Crazy right? Humans are so creative with their traps. I'd love to get my hands on one, I'm sure they'd be interesting to dismantle.."

Riven paled

"I..did I just hear you right? Gods Daphne they're deathtraps! Those things can and will kill us!"

Daphne rolled her eyes shrugging him off, ready to hurry off before Riven latched onto her arm.

"Please Daphne..just..just be careful. I wouldn't want anything to ever happen to you. Plus your father would do a lot worse to me than any trap could ever achieve."

Daphnes features softened and she pulled her friend into a hug.

"Alright Riven..I won't be long tonight. Or even 'foolish'" She mocked her fathers voice on that last word and continued

"Besides, Father doesn't even know we come here. He's too busy with the others. I dont even think he knows we come here. We aren't on the borrowing squad after all." She huffed, deadpanning with a mumble "He made sure of that much"

Riven eased

"Good. Though, no offense Daph..but I kinda get his precautions..no matter how good you are. You tend to get carried away.."

Daphne frowned at this, though her casual smirk founds its footing again, grabbing her friends arms and leaving through their secret exit out onto the counter tops.

Moonlight lit the kitchen and a tickling of a clock resounded through the quiet expanse.

The pair exited, one much faster than the other.

Daphne twirled around in glee as Riven was pulled along.

"Come on! Come on!"

Riven stumbled out almost falling forward, he grabbed his friend for support pulling himself up

"Daph! C-calm down!"

She hurried along, practically dancing about, basking in the moonlight. So many possibilities and so little time! Where to start was the question plaguing her most.

It didn't take long to figure out, Daphne was a very distracted girl after all.

She got loose of Rivens hold and her eyes lit up.

"Oh my gosh..Riven look.." She whispered.

Just before her sat the most peculiar thing. It was circular- almost like a button? But metal? An it had jagged sort of edges.

"It almost like a..bowl? Is that what humans call it?"

She knelt down gently and traced her fingers over it in awe, before picking it up and twisting it over. It's red sleek shine reflected in the dim lighting and as another bonus it was surprising light!  On the back there was an intricate design, words?

"C-o-k-e"

She sounded it out coming to the conclusion that it sounded 'coh-keh'

Riven inspected it too tilting his head

"I think it might be off a drink? You know..like a lid thing?"

Daphnes eyes lit up

"It's absolutely beautiful. And it's just.. lying here.."

Riven interupted before she could continue already sensing where her mind was headed.

"Daphne, no."

Daphne pouted

"Oh come on Riv! Clearly it isn't that important. They just left it here after all! And I know just where it will go in the collection."

Riven tried to reason but he knew it was a lost cost, so he resorted to excuses.

"I-its too big though! It won't fit in your satchel and you'll never be able to get past the guards with that button. They think we are scouting after all. If you come back with a borrow that big your father will know."

Daphne once more didn't seem bother by this, if anything she seemed determined.

"Nonsense. Humans leaves stuff outside all the time. I'll say I brought it home as a reward for my labour. You really think the guards will argue with the daughter of the chief?" She quipped.

"Possibly Daph..they're quite rude. Listen, we've never been here during the day. We don't know the humans, their attitudes or routine. Perhaps this cap is here for a reason. And if not that, then it must be some sort of test. You seen the traps. They think they have rats. Maybe they want to mess with them?"

At this Daphne faltered. Her eyes filled with dismay as she heeded her friends advice. Sure, it was amazing. Sure, she longed to take it home..but..her friend mattered more. It was already dangerous enough dragging him here with her. Leaving the treasure could be a compromise of sorts to make sure he kept coming with her. He was her only friend after all, and she would never want to loose him.

"Okay" She sighed placing it down.

"Gods I wish I was on the borrowing squad. If only I could convince father." She turned to her friend

"You know sometimes, they go during the day! They actually see humans..I mean..could you imagine?"

Riven swallowed, clearly not sharing her interest in seeing such large beings up close.

"Humans are so.."

"Dangerous?" Riven offered, to which Daphne chuckled lightly

"Yes.. I suppose..but gosh..just look at this stuff Riv..it's amazing..it's so creative and wonderful. I just..don't see how world that makes such wonderful things, could be so bad?"

Riven gave a look of pity. He took her hand a guided her to the edge, sitting down to which she obliged.

"It's not the creations that's are bad..it's who makes them..sure, there is cool stuff like that thingy, but then again, there is traps. Poison. All sorts of dangers. But I get it, Daph. It is pretty interesting, just dangerous. But for what it's worth, you'd make a fantastic borrower."

He did truly believe it- only part of him hated the thought. She was agile, quick and fast! But she was far too fascinated with humans, and that would only lead to one thing. He shivered at the thought.

They sat in silence as the listened to the clock tick, but with Daphne quiet never lasted very long.

"Yknow, I hear humans are kinda like borrowers."

Riven couldn't picture that. The height difference was staggering enough, but he was willing to hear her out.

"Apparently, when they need stuff, they leave their homes and return with bags full of supplies! It's like they have some sort of hidden storage facilities that has never ending supplies. Could you imagine?"

Riven cocked his head

"Really? I always pictured they traded stuff. Like.." He was shocked to find his next words leaving his mouth "Like us."

"I wonder what they trade then. One time outside I saw the most fantastic object. It was like that shiny red thing over there, only it was a different colour and completely flat! Kinda silvery? Like metal. Oh and it had a face on it!" At her friends bewildered look she laughed once more

"It's true! Anyways.. part of me reckoned they traded with those. I never seen another, so assumed it was rare. And I couldn't take it home because well..Father. It would've made a fine addition to the collection."

Riven smiled, but then a thought came over him. They'd been here quite a while- and this was meant to be a short visit. He did have a bad feeling in his gut after all.

"H-hey..I dont mean to cut things short. But we should head back now."

Daphne faltered as he stood up, hesitant to do so.

"We've only been here a little while!"

She watched his shoulders fall as he released a withheld breath

"I know but I trust my gut Daph..we should head home. Especially if we wanna be up early tomorrow"

It was Daphnes turn to be confused. Up early? Riven raised a brow as if to prompt her memory, but when he got no avail he solved her inner dilemma.

"We've got scouting at dawn, remember?"

Immediately Daphne rose to her feet in shock. "Right!! Oh gods how could I forget? I'm so foolish- come on then let's get out of here!"

Together the pair hurried off, but before they made it to the exit something caught her eye.

A small box with a blinking light. Riven was already in the wall ahead of her, but she stopped.

And slowly made her way over, with awe and caution.

What was this?

She paused before it, it was a big enough contraption, it went up to her rib area in height. She examined the strange box utterly enchanted. How was she only seeing this now?!

She got down on her knees to see an odd glassy circle in its core.

She tapped it once and skittered away immediately expecting a reaction, but it remained still, it's light persistent in its blinking.

She heard Riven coming back as he hopped back through

"Daphne! There you are! You scared me for a sec, I was talking to myself in there and I- what are you doing?"

He approached her before he too came to a halt.

"Um..Daph..what is that?"

Daphne who was starstruck only whispered

"No idea Riv..but its incredible."

Riven glared down at it. Something about the red light felt like warning signal.

"L-lets go Daph..this feels wrong."

She was instant to defend her newest find when Riven assured her they could return to see it again. She hesitantly agreed, as Riven pulled her away from it and guided her back to the wall. The whole way there, she didn't let it leave her sights once.

How peculiar..

Theo awoke the next morning. Ah, Sunday. Such a blasted day. A much appreciated break (if one didn't have to study), but a reminder that college resumed the next day. He lay back in his bed as the morning sun drifted in and bird song whistled about. Now..what was on today's agenda?

The d&d campaign didn't resume until next week when everyone was free again, so his efforts as dungeon master could take a break. He had no assignments. Odd. He was sure there was something about today that was incredibly important to him.

He turned on his phone and a video he fell asleep watching resumed.

'Buzzfeed Unsolved: The Demonic Possession of the Conjuring House

Seemed about right. He was pretty restless last night after his conversation with Henry-

Wait.

He sprung up immediately, his sheets billowing on the floor.

"The cameras!!"

He skidded out into the hall, almost slipping over his pyjamas as he hurried down to the kitchens to his cameras.

He was so excited. Proving people wrong was fun but proving Henry wrong? Now that was a celebration to behold.

This is not the way a normal person should act to their home being haunted- but if anything Theo wanted to witness the wandering spirits more than anything.

He slammed open the kitchen door and instantly scooped up camera one, the view of the dining area. He uploaded its content to his phone and pressed play, watching with bated breath.

Only to falter..in the corner on fast play it read the time. It got all the way to the current hour and absolutely nothing happened.

Ok..not great.

But there was still hope!!

Betting on the second camera he held his phone inches from his face watching for signs of something, anything!!

But there was absolutely nothing. Just the endless image of the cooker.

He felt his shoulders droop as he picked up camera three, questioning if it was even worth it. He sighed sitting back as he played the recording, anxiousness building in his stomach at the thoughts of his friends laughing at him. He usually didn't mind it, his theories were extreme after all. But this time he really hoped to be correct.

And somehow his prayers were answered.

And not in anyway he ever expected.

His eyes widened, his jaw slacked and he stood immediately, knocking the chair to the ground.

"Holy fuck!"

Two tiny figures stepped out onto the counter at two a.m. His heart was positively pounding, the phone fell from his hands, which he scrambled to catch, falling to the floor.

He sprung up almost leaping as he crashed into the cupboards.

"HENRY! HENRY!!! GET IN HERE!"

Henry was tired. In general and of his roommate's shit. He cared for him dearly, but some days he longed to move in permanently with Maisey. Anything to escape his madness- anything to escape mornings like this.

Of course he knew what he was being so urgently summoned for. Theon believed his blasted little cameras saw a ghost. If he were in better moods he wouldve played along to make it easier. But he was rather dull this morning. He longed for caffeine more than anything. Though there was no getting near the delicacy without Theon getting in the way.

He snatched his glasses, a sour expression painted his face. Better get it over and done with then.

He marched out into the kitchen, to find his roommate clutching his head as he stared down to his phone in shock.

"Theon, I swear, you're getting on my last nerve. You didn't see a bloody ghost."

But his friend simply shook his head- in agreement, not taking his eyes off the screen for a second.

"You're right. I didn't."

Henry hitched at this, Theon admiting he was wrong? That wasn't something that happened everyday. He decided to entertain his nonsense.

"Alright. You got my attention. What is it?"

Theon looked up from his phone

"Something much better. Call everyone get them here now. No time to loose. Go quickly!!"

Henry was taken a back, and frustrated to say the least but while Theon usually pulled stunts like this, this one seemed awfully genuine. He grabbed his phone.

It was thirty minutes later when the others arrived much to Theons dismay. They sure did take their time. But in that half an hour he hadn't moved. He simply kept rewinding- annoying the daylights out of his roommate who was getting more impatient about his outstanding discovery by the second. They were so small, so fragile..so very impossible. But it would appear more so, improbable. He dissected each frame harbouring any detail he could. Unfortunately for him the recording was black and white- part of night vision filter he guessed- he couldn't exactly make out their appearances but the were so human. There eyes both glowed from the recording so judging their actual eye colour was near impossible. It was almost the same with skin colour though the boy seemed quite tan, the girl pale. The boys messy hair was definitely dark brown, the girls looked to be a blonde? Or red? He couldn't distinguish it, but it was tied back in a ponytail that swished around around her excitement. Their clothes were also a point of interest, looking like sew scrap fabric. He couldn't imagine having to make his own clothing, albeit he was crafty but not that crafty.

He didn't want to spoil the surprise to his roommate so he kept the volume off, waiting to hear what these two had to say in the company of his crew. If they could even say anything that is.. he really hoped they could. It was eating him inside, if they could speak what language was it? An entirely new one? English? What did they sound like? They seemed to be a different species all together. His patience was at a loose end, he kept asking Henry every five minutes if their friends had arrived yet, which led to no avail.. and almost resulted in Henry shattering his coffee mug in fury.

But then the knock came and Theo sprung up whipping it open and ordering them to follow without any other explanation.

Once he had them all gathered he sat them down in their living room and shut them all up before they could start ranting about time or bombarding him with questions.

"Alright alright. Now I'm sure you're wondering why you're all here at eight a.m on a Sunday morning."

"Yeah, I'd love to know pal!" Thomas quipped sarcastically only for Sadie to continue "This is insane Theo. It's too early for this."

Theo almost faltered but he knew what they were about to see would shut their traps. Maisey yawned from beside Henry

"Please, Theo, it's quite early. I understand you're excited but..just..yeah"

Theo smiled at her, appreciating her acknowledgement only to clap and almost jump with a start.

"Right then. As you may remember for last night I believed there to be ghosts in this apartment. Specifically the kitchen."

"Oh jesus, this?! Man, this better be good" Thomas groveled.

"Well, I didn't find any ghosts, but I found something much better."

He screen mirrored his phone to the TV and pressed play.

Two a.m hit and he slowed it down.

Everyone was silent, and Thomas was about to break said silence when his eyes widened.

He sat up instantly. Henry spat out his coffee. Maisey squeaked. Sadie's jaw was on the floor.

Theos grin went from ear to ear as he finally grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. The big reveal. Please. Please

'Come on! Come on!' 'Daph! C-calm down!' 'Oh my gosh..Riven look'

The group sat in shocked silence, nobody dared interupt the little beings as the girl discovered a lid from a coke bottle. Theo, Sadie and Thomas all found a smile playing at their lips at her pronouncement of the word, the other two looked as if they'd lost all their brain cells- which was terrible as they were the smartest of the bunch. The mini duo marveled at the trash, the conversation moving on to her taking it to her collection. Then to her father- so there was more of them!

Theo couldn't help but catch how the boy spoke of 'humans' with such uncertainty. But absolutely adored how the girls eyes sparkled at the mere idea of them..of people like him. She..she reminded him of himself.

Henry despite his shock admired the boys intelligence for watching out for possible dangers, and could feel pity knowing exactly how it felt to have an over-the-top friend himself. Surely the square cube law outruled any possibility of tiny people yet here they were..

Sadie who too was floored, found the girl amusing, she was a proper Disney princess with how she was acting..all she needed was an animal sidekick. She was so curious about everything and it made her wonder the girls age. She looked old enough but younger than her. Same for the boy.

Maisey was in awe, as was everyone but this was something she couldn't describe..that's science couldn't even describe. She couldn't quite comprehend it all but she was trying her best. A whole society of tiny people.

Thomas was gonna explode. He was like a ticking bomb. This was absolutely insane. Guilt fell over him for his doubts in Theo but knowing how his friend usually was he felt he was justified. He'd been that way since they were kids. This was one of the rare times he'd been right.. not about ghosts..but of something supernatural being in his home. Thomas felt a smile pull on his face as he watched the antics of the duo, reminding him of his own friends. He'd very much like to meet them..

The girl being the daughter of a chief, her awe of human creation, the boys fear of it.. her longing to be on the borrowing squad. And the boys comfort that she'd make an excellent borrower..

Theos eyes lit up as a whole new wave of possibilities and excitement fell down upon him.

Namely when and how he would meet his new little borrower friends.

[normal-thoughts-official]

no one look at me but im gonna make an endless summer meta post about sean and craig while vaguely high on sleeping meds if yall dont mind

anyway. sean's whole thing as a character is that he never lets anyone take care of him. he even says at some point that the only thing he's ever been good at is taking the punishment so someone else doesn't have to. when him and MC go to the waterfall, he tells them that he feels better when he's not relaxing because he needs to feel useful. he constantly puts himself in danger for others. he refuses any help when he's nearly dying of hypothermia. he gets shot and says he was "grazed" by a bullet. he walks on it and doesn't let anyone notice that he's lagging behind. michelle says he once played with a broken femur. his ember of hope is just his mom telling him that no one's indestructible and it's ok to ask for help. you get it. it's his thing

and I've always been kind of fascinated by how 1- craig is the only person he seems to be able to accept help from; and 2- craig hides so much from sean and has this whole dudebro thing going on but still makes the most balls to the walls declarations of devotion for sean like it's the most normal thing in the world ("if you're gonna put your life on the line, I'll be there clearing the way. always, dude"; "i was put on this earth for two reasons: helping sean on the field and smashing things with pipes"; having a picture of sean on his desk in the ember of hope; etc). even his rourke inc file puts "intense loyalty to his QB sean gayle" as his main trait in his psychological profile. frankly, what the fuck

anyway. the point is that im just now realizing that these things might be related ["related" in italics]

and like don't get me wrong, im not saying sean is emotionally constipated or something (far from it, honestly) but I've replayed ES 74363839 times and just started my first ever run where i didn't romance sean yesterday, so i can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that he struggles to even let his real actual husband take care of him

sean's the caretaker. he's the provider. he sees himself as an armor and a protector to those around him. and he doesn't allow himself to ever crack or fail or slow down and breathe, because he needs to feel like he is able to help them the way he wishes he could've helped his mom sooner

and then there's craig. craig is actually pretty similar to sean in that regard, except instead of trying to protect everyone, he's trying to protect sean. i mean, he outright says it several times. and if it were anyone else, sean would immediately step back and say that he appreciates it, but he's fine, or whatever. but sean seems to be able to accept being taken care of when it comes from craig

he doesn't push craig away when craig says lines like that, despite the fact that they're so outright devotional i think even someone without sean's issues would be taken aback. he smiles and says "thanks man" and just. accepts it. he lets craig come with the explicit purpose of protecting him in the wilderness expedition, without even a token protest (and he protested with literally everyone else and even tried to convince people to let him go alone). we know of course that it's still hard for him to accept help from craig when the time actually comes (the flashback about them playing where sean scrambled, sean trying to pull everyone when they nearly fell off a cliff, sean's death in the catalyst idol, and don't even get me started on how both of them canonically died for the other at least once), but the hypothetical idea is something he can accept from him. does it naturally, even. and as someone who's been romancing sean and who was all but BEGGING him to let me take care of him, it was wild

and im just now realizing that one of the reasons why sean is able to let craig take care of him is exactly because craig has this very unique way or being super emotionally open and vulnerable while making it sound like he's offering to do a keg stand at a party, or something. the words and the honesty behind them are obvious, but the "always, dude" and "and smashing things with pipes" and the other stuff he always says along with the declarations are so... flippant and casual and even funny, and it kind of takes away the blow because he makes the most intense possible feelings sound completely casual. it's like breathing for him

and i genuinely don't even think it's a defense mechanism to hide his vulnerability or something, i think it's just that it really is natural for him. we saw what he's like when he's trying to hide his vulnerability when he was talking to zahra before they got together. he'd turn away, deflect with jokes, pretend to be fine when he wasn't. actually, he did it with sean too, when craig was trying to hide from him that he didn't get drafted

but this stuff? this is second nature. he is just perfectly comfortable saying that he would protect sean with his life, and that is that. i don't even think he sees it as particularly insane to say or anything. it's just a fact. and so sean kind of has no choice but to accept it because craig makes it sound so normal. he's not hiding that he's helping and protecting him, quite the opposite; but he makes it sound so natural and casual i don't think sean even realizes the extent of what craig is saying at first

and idk i just love their relationship because it's like. sean has always given and given and given to everyone and never allowed himself to take. and craig WANTS him to take. he wants to give back to sean all the care and devotion sean has been giving everyone else his whole life. sean can't really allow himself to accept that, but the one who comes closest to making sean comfortable enough to let himself be imperfect is undoubtedly craig. craig feels like he's stupid and can't express himself right but it's precisely the way he does it that makes it work with both sean and zahra. sean and craig both see themselves as people whose inherent value is in their ability to help others. they both feel like they're not good enough for them. neither of them wants the other to keep defining himself by this metric, but neither know how to make it stop other than by trying to care for the other as much as possible. at the same time, neither can imagine a future without the other. craig probably feels like he's letting sean down by not getting drafted, because sean is clearly so sure that craig will, has a whole future together planned for them. craig probably feels that he won't be able to repay sean anymore. sean doesn't even realize how badly craig wants to care for him. sean is so confident in craig's abilities and so set on his me-and-craig-living-the-dream-side-by-side fantasy that he completely fails to see the obvious signs that craig did not get the draft. they understand each other but they also clash because both want to be the one who's only giving and not receiving. but at the same time they somehow fit because they can allow the other to give in ways they can't allow others. who's screaming

[drivin-down-i-20]

I don’t really know how to start this kind of thing off so I guess I’ll just introduce myself? I don’t want to get too personal, for reasons that I’m sure you’ll come to understand later, but I can at least tell you my job. I’m an employee of my state’s Highway Patrol. I’m not a cop or anything like that; I clean up accidents.

Semis, mostly. I’m part of a crew that is responsible for the section of I-20 that cuts across my state. We get calls mostly at night, so we’re all night owls, perpetually sipping caffeine in one form or another. Except for that one guy, but he’s a whole story all by himself.

I’ve seen some of the most horrific accidents you can imagine. Cattle trailers overturned. Sleeping truckers. Spills. And I’d like to tell a few stories if that’s okay. I’ve never believed that people living and working in places where secrets are kept is a good idea. Especially when those secrets are kept by those who are supposed to protect them. This is the “I’m sure you’ll understand why later part.” This is a throwaway account and it’ll be deactivated when I’m through with these stories. In the meantime, feel free to shoot me any questions you’ve got. Asks. Whatever. I figure Tumblr isn’t as… monitored as Reddit so maybe I’ll be okay. Just. Spread it around yeah? Protect your people. Help them protect themselves.

I’ve never been a superstitious or conspiracy type person. I was raised hand to mouth and didn’t really have time to think about any of that. I did go to church. Mama made all of us go. I loved lessons in Sunday School about the great heroes in the Bible. David. Moses. Samson. Superheroes of the Bible the old woman who was my teacher called them.

As I got older though, I realized they were just men. People. David was a murderer, murdered a friend to steal his wife. Moses was a murderer, but I’ll be honest, I’d have done what he did too. Samson got himself in an entire bind over a woman. They weren’t to be idolized. They were to be learned from.

Guess this is what my first story’s like. Learn something from it. Maybe.

It doesn’t snow much where I am. Instead, we get the ice. Yeah that real good pipe-busting, road-slicking ice. It’s not every year, heck we get balmy Florida sun as many winters as we get ice, but it can happen.

Couple years back there was an ice storm that put the bits of the state that were affected on a screeching halt. No school, no stores open, nothing. So everybody stayed real snuggled and safe at home until the thaw. Which was the next day. Everywhere was just soggy with it. The grass squelched under your feet.

A “side-effect” of this thaw was heavy fog. There was a man, husband, dad of two, minister in a local church, who was on his way to prayer early that morning. He was in a hurry so he was doing what everyone else does on a hectic morning: speeding.

Ah hush you know you do it. And sometimes, it’s okay to do. Keeping up with the flow of traffic and all that. Dude had his high beams up. It was just another day.

Until he ploughed into the back of a parked schoolbus at top speed. Doubt the guy knew what hit him.

Wasn’t anything anybody could do for him.

The bus was higher than his vehicle so most of what happened to the bus, happened to the undercarriage. The kids were scared and some were a little scratched and banged up, but they were all okay. Liked to have scared the poor driver clear to death, though.

The man in a hurry had already be taken away when we got there. People don’t really like to think about what happens to a body when it dies. Releasing the soul is kind of how I think on it. You don’t realize how many muscles and tendons are contracting right now, holding you together. When you die, it all relaxes. Yeah you go through rigor mortis, but that’s only after.

Your bowels release. Your bladder releases. If you were in an accident like this man, your veins let go. And what your body was working so hard to contain, it leaves. And it’s everywhere. All that hurrying and anxiety to get where he was going, it stayed behind too. With his wife and his kids. And it haunted them. You know it did. You know they asked themselves how they might’ve stopped that day from happening. What if Daddy had just waited a few minutes? The bus would’ve moved on, the fog might’ve lessened. And he’d still be there.

So take it from me, who’s had to hose my fair share of the refuse of hurrying and impatience off the asphalt, both of sinner and saint, being late is still being alive.

Sorry for the heavy start, but it’s the nature of my job. I’ll go in a different direction with the next one. Not all of them involve death and tragedy. We got a call to a clean up about 4:30 one morning for a semi overturn. Fella had rounded down a turn-off, coming down an overpass and cut too sharp. Whole trailer flopped over. She was hauling, wait for it, soap. Dawn. Oh my God. It was. Everywhere. Smelled great. But good sweet Lord. We got our big, coarse bristle brushes to try and sweep it into some tarps, trying to keep it from poisoning wildlife or the ecosystem, but it just made it all suds up. Bubbles. Everywhere. And then the wind got to blowing. It was a mess. Even once we got to just hosing it, it was like something out of a cartoon. But I still laugh about that one though with the guys. We might’ve frolicked through them like slow motion princesses and taken pictures. They’re in my blackmail folder just in case.

This crew’s been together the longest of any one I’ve been on. Folks usually get tired of it and want to move on to something less strenuous. Which I get. It’s not for everyone. But I like it. Keeps the bills paid. You know. I’m not unhappy. And I get sweet overtime.

Me and this older guy are the old hands. Let’s call him Jake. Jake’s older than me and I guess you could call him the foreman. But it doesn’t really work like that. He just knows what to do for most incidents and we listen. Experience is valuable.

Jake and I started working together when I moved to this crew about seven years ago. I’d been town cleanup for a bit but it was so boring. So I put my application in through the DOT, Department of Transportation, and got hired. Got a raise too. I was over the moon. I’ve always been one to feel more awake at night and Jake was the same. Guess maybe that article I read somewhere about evolution conditioning some of us to stay up and tend the fire in the night is true. Feels like it.

I’m rambling.

We got a early morning call, pre-dawn. There usually aren’t that many vehicles on the road that aren’t semis at that time of day. We’d been working on our gear, making sure it was all ready to go. Takes a lot of stuff to do this job. We drive a high-powered diesel wrecker for one with a trailer, in case of big debris. We also have kits that range from everything from corrosive chemical spills to bodily waste removal. Special containers, neutralizers, discrete disposal units, all that stuff. So you have to keep all that useful. Make sure it’s not past the expiration and so on. When we’re not on a job, that’s what we do.

So we got a call out and headed out. There were about ten of us, me and Jake in The Big’un, that’s what we called the wrecker, and then the rest took DOT-provided pickups. You’ve probably seen them. Got the emergency strobes and flags on them.

The first thing I noticed was the smoke. Thick and white, just hanging in the air. FD was already there but they weren’t working on the truck. They were trying to put out what had spread over to the trees. It was a dry year and the woods were parched kindling; everything in a 200 yard radius of that truck was already cinders. The semi had pulled over and was just resting on the side of the road. PD had already blocked off as much of the road as they could to allow some traffic through, though there really wasn’t much.

The trailer had caught fire, that much was very obvious. Whatever had been inside must’ve not been secured properly and had flopped around, fallen over and either made a spark or reacted with another chemical. Whatever it’d been was hot burning too. The driver had been taken to the hospital already for third degree burns. Which was the first odd thing, when I thought about it later. The driver’s cab was fine. Scorched a bit on the back but fine. All the fire damage had been pointing away from it, toward the doors of the trailer.

I remember Jake, who was usually very reserved and placid, booming out orders to tow the trailer away from the original sight a bit. And I was glad too. The flames that were down in the woods were so bright and so hot. We wore sunglasses in the dark, trying to protect our eyes, and the heat was so bad that we were treated for mild burns to our faces and hands afterward. I had a beard then; I shaved it the next day because patches were burnt clean off.

We didn’t stay long. There weren’t any chemicals to clean up, just hauling the ruined trailer away to give the FD room to put that fire out.

When you work this kind of job, you end up seeing the same folks at the same event, you know? Jake was having some coffee when we got back to the call our office the next day. He’d had a haircut, a bad one. And his face was all blistered like he’d been at Daytona for a week. We all slathered up for a while after that to keep from getting ashy and peeling too bad. Jake looks like something out of a Viking movie. The Avengers Thor guy wishes.

“Everything okay?” he finally asked me, in that deep thunder voice he’s got.

“Shoot man, yeah. But crispy… Did they get the fire out?”

Jake nodded. “I know a bunch of them guys. Talked to ‘em this morning. Lot of ‘em out today with arc-eye and burns all over ‘em. Said the driver didn’t make it.”

That stunned me. “Didn’t make it? But the cab was fine!”

Jake had arched a confirming eyebrow.

I didn’t know what arc-eye was, but I googled it later. It’s what happens when welders don’t wear proper protection on their eyes. Looking at the arc like that can lead to severe irritation of the eye and even blindness in some cases.

“Said he died of severe internal trauma and heat-related injuries. Insides were cooked until they burst. Guy’s eyes were clouded white from the heat. Said it took a flyover all the way from Texas to finally put all of the fire out. They had it contained but their guys kept passing out from heat exhaustion.”

I remember being so staggered by this. And I remember looking for news about it later because that was really something. But I never did see any.

And I remember breaking that trailer down. How it was still hot. How the doors had been bent outward, the lock melted solid. How the fire trailed away. In a straight line.

Jake watched me as we worked. The way his eyes rested on me… it was like he was waiting for something. When we got the doors off, he’d taken his gloved hand and run his fingers through the grooves, elbowing me so I’d look at what he was doing.

It still feels so stupid to think this. Because who does this? Who makes this connection? It makes me feel crazy but it. It happened. The grooves weren’t melt patterns, like slag. They were claw marks. Pushed through the metal and ripped backward. Curled like paper. Peeled almost.

I’ve never said out loud what it looked like to me. But Jake made me put my fingers in those grooves. Curve my hand around that metal. Feel what it felt like. Feel the warmth living in that metal. And we looked at each other for a long time, not saying a word. Jake knew and I knew. And that seemed to be all he wanted. For me to know.

I thought about what else Jake had said about the driver. His friend in the FD had been pretty disturbed and had talked to him a while. Jake’s that kind of guy. You can talk to him. Something about him makes it easy for people. Comforting.

“FD lady said the man was screaming when they got to him. Burn victims do that, yeah, but she said he grabbed hold of them and wouldn’t let go. Had to pry him loose. Kept saying “seen” over and over. Y’know sometimes when the body’s been traumatized so bad, the mind can’t handle it. He was scared, though. The pain was bad but he was so scared that he just wanted someone to hold him.”

Sorry if the ending here is abrupt but…? That’s all I got for now. I have to get ready for work, and I’ve been thinking about maybe asking Jake if he’s ever seen anything else like that night. We’ve been on some other calls together but he’s been at this for nigh unto twenty years. We’ll see.

[forever-chillin-333]

Chapter One 2/2

Sorry I was busy all weekend I'll have chapter two out later this week.

Namora's Pov

I glanced over to notice the five boys I didn't know staring at me in confusion. Their intense glares made me want to cower away in fear and bust them upside the head all at once. Yet the timid side in me won over all causing me to play with my nails out of anxiety. I move and sit at the edge of the couch my leg now bouncing, still feeling their eyes. I try to speak, but my throat feels like it's closed and I give up.

You still can't even introduce yourself.

I-I...

It's pathetic really.

Stop, leave me alone.

You can't even introduce yourself you're such an inconvenience.

I tried. Shut up leave me alone.

You can't even stand up for yourself against your own thoughts you're so weak.

I feel my eyes water at the sting of frustration of trying to desperately fight back against my thoughts. 

"Y'all this my best friend Namora, Namora these some bum ass niggas." Malery spoke up for me. Making me feel slight relief and disappointment in myself.

Maybe I am just an inconvience.

"Take the wig off let's see who's really the bum," A dude with blonde hair said, causing me to giggle a little bit.

"WOOOWWW NEVER FUCKING MIND. You are not my stink for real." Malery spoke, covering her mouth and side-eyeing me. 

"How you gon get mad at her for not wanting to lie to you?" The dude who she was sitting next to said.

"Whateva, former stink this is RP, Z, Ghost, Venge, and Depo." Mal introduced them as I just waved.

"Calling me former stink is absolutely crazy." I finally spoke, while glaring at Malery who let out a little laugh. I waved high to everyone starting to feel nervous under their stares.

" You know how to play the game?" Ghost, who stood next to the blond who spoke early, said with a surprisingly deep voice.

I shook my head yes before saying a quick hold on as I went to my room to spark up. I would rather not be all tense and nervous while whopping his ass. 

I gotta calm down, I muttered quietly to myself.

You should just go home now if you want to be calm. At least you would be in the way.

Shut the fuck up. I don't even care anymore. They can leave if they don't like me.

I replied back to myself, honestly fed up with the negative feedback constantly, especially since it was unwanted.

I walk into my room with my purse and pull out my mango dutches and the eight of weed from Adonis.

I play 'Love Yourz' by J Cole in my AirPods as I grabbed my rolling tray and let Cole take me to my calm as I rolled two blunts.

"..There's beauty in the struggle and ugliness in the success." I rapped, really feeling the lyrics hit me. 

I lick and purl my last blunt closed before sparking it to take a pull while putting the rest in my hello kitty sandwich bag, grabbing my lighter, and putting the tray back in its place. Before returning to the living room where I ash my blunt before sitting down in between Malery and the couch at the end.

"I got next," I said letting the smoke out my mouth, watching Ghost and Venge play 2k 2023 and from the looks of it Venge was losing.

I pass my blunt to Malery, only feeling like sharing with her, and grab one of the hookah pipes and take a nice long inhale. I let go feeling my high start to hit me, as I felt myself start to relax I leaned back in my seat.

I started to zone out listening to 'Jennah's interlude' playing into my ear almost forgetting I was around other people. Almost until Malery sprang into a coughing fit and handed me my blunt back making me cack up.

"My bad Ry I be forgetting youn' even smoke like that." I laughed at her. Her baby lung ass was steadily coughing when she hit my shit.

"F-Fuc-k up." She said still coughing while going into the kitchen and I started to laugh at her again.

"Wait can you get me a water bottle pleaseeee." I said

"You asking ME to get YOU water after you just tried to kill me?!" She said looking at me with wide eyes.

"Uh..yeah." I said

"Oh you must be high as hell if you think imma do some shit like that." She said while ironically walking back into the kitchen and coming out with another bottle.

"I love youu." I said cheesing at her 

"Mhhnn.." She replied while side-eyeing me and I just laughed before taking a nice long needed sip of water.

"MANE NAH CAUSE YOU CHEATED BRUH!" Ghost yelled while tossing the controller next to me.

"Nigga you was losing the whole game, like I dead ass went on my phone and all. Like take yo sorry ass L and move on." Venge said shrugging his shoulders.

"Ight bruh." Ghost sucked his teeth and went into the dining room where Yolani and Jania were while I grabbed the controller to play against Venge.

"He so mad, I got some for him tho.." He said muttering the last part I still heard it but decided to mind my business.

"I feel bad." Venge said

"Why?" I looked at him.

"Cause im finna embarrass you yo first time being over here with us." He said and started to smile.

"Interestinging." Is all I replied to his cockiness.  

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"YO NAH YO ASS WAS CHEATING ON MY MOMS YOU WAS CHEATING," Venge said after losing 21-56 to me it really was light work.

"AHHHHH SHE BEAT YOU ASS 56-21!" RP laughed all loudly while Venge was just sitting like a mad ass.

"MY NIGGA WHERE TF WERE YOU SHOOTING," Z said laughing and starting to get close to the screen to calculate how he lost.

"Wait. That nigga Venge lost by 35 points? AHHHH! MY NIGGA YOU ASS BRO" Ghost laughed at Venge and you can tell that he was getting tight.

"YO GHOST STFU CAUSE YO ASS LOST TOO" Venge yelled back.

"NIGGA BY 5 POINTS NOT NO SORRY ASS 35." Ghost rebuttal back before falling to the floor laughing like an empty Windex bottle along with Z and RP.

"BRUH FUCK UP YOU STILL LOST!" Venge 

I laughed and went to take a hit from the hooka and I knew I was starting to get the munchies when spaghetti meat sauce on garlic bread sounds good.

"Pootie what you got in here to eat?" I asked walking into the kitchen.

"Air."

Not believing him I looked through the kitchen and low and behold he really ain't have anything to eat.

"Bitch ass really don't got no food." I muttered to myself looking in the fridge and cabinets.

"Imma be back." I said to Malery reaching for my phone.

"Where you going?" She asked being nosey and black as usual.

"My business." I said scrunching my face up playfully.

"Don't get shot." She said being completely serious like I wasn't joking with her. Black ass always gotta be violent with someone her mad short ass, just like an angry leprechaun. 

"Well damn, I was joking but okayy. Nah i'm finna go to the store real quick to get food cause ain't shit to eat in this house." I said grabbing my purse and putting my shoes on, anytime I come over here I end up buying groceries all cause he does not home like that to notice. Which ends up with me being here in this house high as hell and hungry, just shameful really.

"Ohh can you get me some gummies please." Ry pleaded with her lip poked out.

"Alright but just know I'm going to the store," I replied sighing dramatically.

___

It was now 3:41 I had just got back from shopping about 20 minutes ago so we put on a movie to pass some time.  

After halfway through the movies I got bored then a great idea came into my mind. Since we were all high ass shit and bored we should go play manhunt.

"Let's go play manhunt," I said aloud getting a round of agreements

We all got up and the others went outside while I got snacks and water, I turn to grab a lighter for my other two blunts and I saw Depo staring at me again.

"You want snacks?" I asked reaching to grab some more while he nodded his head yes

"thanks" he mumbled lowly

"welcome" was all I said before walking outside to the others with him not too far behind I went in my car and got my spare blanket I keep with me.

the park was about a 9-minute walk from the house so we decide to just walk there instead of wasting gas, as prices are too high nowadays.

I ended up in the back I was just looking at the trees and nature it was really nice to me but I've always been an earth baby. I loved being outside and in the wilderness, it was always so pretty to me like just seeing the life that we live. I noticed Depo had begun to slow down close to me and made me walk on the inside of the sidewalk. 

"Why you not talking with everyone else?" I asked him cause he hadn't spoken the whole entirety of my being here.

he shrugged and then looked down at me with low eyes "Why ain't chu?" he asked back lowly

"Touché," I said and drop the convo altogether and let a comfortable silence roll over us we made it to the park. I immediately lay my blanket on the ground next to a tree and I lay on my back looking at the sky.

I wasn't really thinking about anything in specific just letting my thought go and seeing where they took me. I guess I was deep into my thoughts because I didn't see Depo sitting on the bench in front of my blanket on his phone.

He looked like something was bothering him while deep in thought, knowing how that is. So, I call him over to get him out of his thoughts, he wasn't really hard to read from what can tell.

"you want to sit over here I noticed youn' really like being in the mix?" I asked him taking out his snacks and handing them to him. he just nodded his head taking the food and leaning back on the tree.

I normally don't even talk like this even when high but they're really welcoming and kinda all remind me of my other siblings.

We sat in silence enjoying our snacks and observing the others. I liked how with Depo, I didn't need to talk to just hang with him. He's just really easy to chill with.

I went into my bag, pull out my notebook and drawing materials, deciding to draw the others playing basketball. I looked back, feeling eyes on me only to find Depo peeking at my notebook watching my draw. Simply leaning back so he could see better, not minding him watching me.

"You're really good," he said looking at me. I blushed a little, not used to getting compliments on my artwork.

"Thanks," I expressed smiling, softly at him.

About 27 minutes passed, and eventually, Depo fell asleep on my shoulder. Normally I'd be uneasy about people touching, let alone a guy, but he looked so peaceful compared to how exhausted he looked in the house.

"Yo, we finna leave," Adonis yelled over to us.

I just nodded my head and shook Depo awake.

"Depo wake up we bouta go," I said putting my stuff away and cleaning the trash up

"Ok," he mumbled getting up from the blanket while I threw away our trash. I came back seeing him holding my purse and the now folded blanket.

"Thank you," I said softly grabbing the extended purse from his grasp while he just held the blanket.

---

We were now back in the house and honestly, my high was almost gone, yet I wasn't anxious anymore, just calm. Being high helped me with handling my nerves. I could see there was actually nothing to be anxious about.

Everyone was playing monopoly, but since I didn't want to play I stayed in the living room. 

I was on my phone when I felt the couch dip causing me to look over to where Depo was now sitting on the couch. He had a hand halfway in his pants and the other over his eyes. It looked like he was going to sleep again, so I gave him a pillow. 

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"You're welcome you want covers I know it be cold in here," I joked.

He nodded, so I pushed some over to him, covering him enough some the cover was shared evenly. After about 5 minutes, I felt him lay his head on my shoulder, looking I saw he was almost asleep. I pulled out my phone to read, not caring to move his head. 

Soon after, I put my phone up as a wave of drowsiness hit me like a ten-ton truck making me pull the covers up closer. I leaned on the corner of the couch, closing my eyes and allowing sleep to take me.

Today wasn't so bad.

[masterxofxmasters]

Showie and Xigbar meet baby riri

(Note: this takes place before Kayne and Showie’s friendship)

Technically, they were supposed to be preparing for Xigbar and Showie to come over. However, here the Master was, curled up yet again with Riri and Kayne fast asleep next to him- but this time they were on the couch. Yes, he had made mention of their invitation but neither of them had really done anything about it. He supposed that was on himself as well. But could he be blamed? With a family like this, it was difficult to pry himself away from soft cozy moments like this one… even with the impending company.

Still- they had to be at least a little bit more awake.

Groggily, the Master poked at his boyfriend’s head. “Hey. Sleepyhead.”

Kayne blinked his eyes open slowly, and then grinned at the Master. He yawned.

“Hey, sweetie.”

“Sleep well? Any interesting dreams?”

He hmmed slightly, tapping his chin.

“Well, I do think I was in a ocean for the majority of it. Swimming. And then I was grabbing all of these… these parts, that made up my laptop, and I kept assembling it? But also it was definitely broken beyond repair. I could see a hole through it from the back! But from the front, it still worked fine. And I could bend the screen? But it didn’t break. Non-euclidean nonsense. And then I surfaced, and took my laptop down to the pier, and a whale ate it. So. That was kind of disappointing. Then I fished until I woke up.”

“Huh- well that was rude of the whale.” the Master stretched, several of his joints popping. Ah. Much better. “Oh- by the way. I think the kiddos should be on their way. Just wanted to give you both a heads up.”

“You wanna deal with them first this time? I think I ‘unsettled’ them.” Kayne snorted, slumping down further in a relaxed manner– he really did act like a snake.

“Mmm well now that they know where we are, Xigbar’s probably just going to teleport up here anyway.” The Master reached out to stroke some of Riris feathers. To his delight, they made a tiny chirping noise. “We’ll probably have to both deal with them at once. Though I am curious-“ he shot a teasing grin at Kayne, “since when did you become so worried about unsettling anyone?”

“...he’s your son, honey. I don’t want him to be… that scared of me. Genuinely. It just… it feels like something that would end up biting me in the ass later.”

“Maybe a little but I also think you give him not enough credit. He did grow up with me after all. No doubt he’ll warm up to you. Just give him some time, love. After all- it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy fucking with people and shedding some blood either.”

“Hmmmmmm” Kayne said, blowing a raspberry at the end. “Alright, then. He’ll have to take me as I am.”

“That’s the spirit!” The Master cupped his face. “Honestly, I can see you both getting along very well some day.”

Speak of the devil. The air around an empty space in the room went hazy for a split second before Xigbar and Showie appeared.

"Hey, dad-"

“THERE HE IS!” the Master finger gunned at his son. “Right on cue!”

"Aww, were you two talking shit?" his face broke out in a crooked grin.

“Awh can’t I talk about my little sunny boy?”

"Dude-!" Xigbar glanced between the Master and Showie, eyebrows raised in a silent expression of 'what the HELL'.

“Hey now!�� The Master got up and placed a hand on his shoulder, “I’m not just a dude. I’m your dad!”

“Yeah, kiddo. Respect your father!” Kayne piped up.

"I'll respect him when he isn't embarrassing me in front of Showie."

“Showie doesn’t mind!” The Master gestured to her. “Hi Showie, by the way!”

She dipped head, her voice warm, if a bit nervous, "Hello. And- yes- I- Don't be embarrassed, I find it endearing."

“See! You get it!” The Master chirped.

“But annnnnyway-“ the angel turned to Riri- well- Kayne holding Riri. “We all know the real reason why you’re here.”

Kayne showed them the baby, proudly raising them up, while still keeping a firm hold on them.

“Aren’t they lovely?”

Showie put a hand on her chest (she was holding a little gift bag), and she cooed, "Awww."

"Oh…" At once, all the mischief drained from Xigbar's expression. "So… They're so little. Tiny, tiny- A whole person-"

Riri blinked their eyes open sleepily lifting their head in confusion at the sudden loss of being cuddled as well as the new voices. They let out a tired squeak.

“Awhhh sorry sweetie did we interrupt your nap?” The Master softly apologized, reaching out and gently stroking their cheek. “It’s so exhausting being so little all the time, I know.”

Kayne gave her a kiss on the head. “Ya think I should go put her into bed?”

The Master gave a hum “Hmmm we could but let’s give them a few more minutes to see if they want to wake up a bit more.”

Kayne nodded, and held her closer.

"... I adore her. I love this baby." Xigbar crouched down in front of the couch to see their little face better. After a beat, he turned his head to look up at the Master. "Hey, what's it with you and havin' kids that at the very least have one eye covered?"

“Dunno really” The Master gave a shrug, leaning against him. “Though it’s pretty common for baby angels to have part of their face covered.”

Showie tilted her head under her hood.

Riri yawned cutely and nuzzled themself into Kayne’s arms.

“Oh, you’re happy, aren’t cha?”

They chirped in response, little purrs rumbling from their chest.

“Seems like that’s a yes.” The Master chuckled.

"Man… They're definitely the cuter sibling." Xigbar said.

A quiet laugh came from under Showie's hood.

Kayne smiled, ruffling their feathers, and moved closer so everyone could see her.

“Would anyone like to hold her?”

"Can… can I?" Xigbar's voice was surprisingly timid and quiet.

“Yes,” Kayne said, cheerfully. “That’s why I asked. Alright, now you pick her up…”

"Uh… How do I…?" He looked nervous. "Never, uh. Never held a baby."

The Master blinked, “really? Just look at how Kaynes holding them. Just support Their head and their body. ”

Kayne nodded. “Hold their head, and their bum. And don’t drop them!”

"Okay…" He gently took Riri into his arms. After a few moments of silence, he managed to get out a barely whispered "Hello."

Riri chirped quietly.

After a moment, Showie suddenly held out the gift bag she was holding to the Master. "I- I finished the things."

The Master gasped softly, taking the bag. “Oh yes! I remember you mentioning that you were working on something!”

"Yes, it's- well-" She gestured for him to open it.

In the bag was a quilted blanket, some kind of… triangular bag, and what looked like a rattle (brightly painted and, apparently, hand carved).

Beneath his hood, his eyes eyes widened as he sat down and gently took out the gifts, placing them before him on the coffee table. They were all handmade for sure… fuck how much time did she put into these wonderful things. The sack… (that he supposed was some sort of infant snuggie?) was even crocheted with floppy little rabbit ears on the hood.

He didn’t even notice the tears rolling from his face and down onto his lap. He was truly touched. What was he even supposed to say? ‘Thank you’ didn't seem like it would suffice.

"I-" She began, "All of those, I made, though-" She hesitated, "the- the rattle, it- it used to be Paph and Arme's, when they were babies-"

“Oh my gods.” Kayne said suddenly. “You’re… giving something– that’s an heirloom! From… ancient greece! That’s… so kind!”

More tears welled up in the Master’s eyes as he picked up the rattle. “Are- are you sure we can have this?” He asked softly.

"O-of course," She said, "It- it's good to have, like, a tangible connection."

He nodded, still unsure of what to say. “I- thank you so much. Really… these are precious.”

She dipped her head, "Of course."

More tears fell. “Really I’m… I’m so touched.”

"I-it… truly, I-... I'm glad I was able to do this."

“Your gift is much appreciated!” Kayne said brightly.

The Master nodded again in agreement, far too emotional to really say anything else at the moment in fear of flat out sobbing. Instead he took the quilted blanket and held it Xigbar, offering for him to wrap Caritas up in it.

It took Xigbar a second to notice, he could barely tear his eye off of the tiny baby he was holding. When he did finally look up, he shifted Caritas (very, very gently- probably used his powers to make it even easier on them) onto one arm so he could take the blanket. The way he wrapped them up was almost like how someone would purrito a cat, but it worked.

Showie's hands sort of flexed before she withdrew them into her cloak.

“Oh, she’s soo sweet.” Kayne cooed.

The Master nodded, watching his kids with notably watery eyes.

Riri snuggled deeper into her blanket with a little yawn, her stubby arms stretching out before coming back into her little burrito.

"... Sorry dad, never letting go of this baby- they're too little and I adore them too much."

“Ahh. Well” The Master sniffled, straightening himself out, “you’ll have to eventually but right now I’m just glad that the two of you are bonding.”

"I've only known Riri for 10 minutes, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself." He was reciting a meme, but Xigbar sounded dead serious.

“Xigbar, nothing is going to happen to our sweet little angel. You don’t gotta worry– she’s got two very good dads.” Kayne said.

"And older brother." For a moment, his expression turned intense, unreadable, then softened again.

“Yes, and you.” Kayne said, his voice seeming quite content.

“And you.” The Master said softly.

Xigbar didn't say anything after that, instead just cradling Riri a bit closer to himself. The little angel just smiled and nuzzled into him, extremely comfy and cozy.

Looking at the family- his family before him, the old angel began to feel the tears finally break from their dams, streaking softly down his cheeks.

Kayne reached an arm over to squeeze the Master’s arm, as Riri gave a little, content, meep.

"Just a baby," Xigbar whispered.

This felt perfect- no. This was perfect. The master had a family. An actual family. He had his son back. A wonderful baby Riri. Showie. Kayne. He could never recall such domesticity in his long life. It was a precious thing that he would guard with whatever power he held. Something he would protect until all the universes and worlds crumbled beneath the weight of infinity.

He would never leave again.

[hahahahahangst]

Honey and glass (Be The Young 33)

TW: [suicidal thoughts, self h*rm, violence, s*xual assault]

Other tags: [sister fic, canon-level violence, dean is an asshole, angst]

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will occasionally break canon✨ .

Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N: We interrupt the regular programs for some relax. 

MASTERLIST

Honey and glass

I'm sitting here thinking this is not fair but [...] It's not her fault that I'm so fucking sad

When they reached Bobby's lot, they moved Anna into the panic room. 

“Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can't even touch the joint.” Commented Dean, knocking on the walls of the room. Ruby, from the other side of the door, was looking around, disgusted. Emily joined them from the stairs just in time to hear the demon complain: “Which I find racist, by the way.”

“Well that's sad…“ Emily said, sarcastic, walking behind Ruby as she handed Dean some hex bags. “Looks like you won't be able to have the threesome you were hoping for.” 

“Very funny.” Answered the demon, giving Emily her protective bundle. 

“Anna, what's playing on angel radio? Anything useful?” Asked Dean, rolling his eyes at the conversation behind him. 

“It's quiet, dead silence.” 

Just at that moment, Sam joined them as well in the basement. 

“That's not troubling at all.” Continued Dean, ironic. Sam silently took his hex bag. 

“We're in trouble, huh? You guys are scared?” Asked Anna, sitting in the chair in the middle of the room, almost perfectly still. She had a weird vibe, as if she was too calm. Too still. 

Dean, with a strong exhale, said “Nah.”. Sam and Emily exchanged a complicit look as they started to catch some interest their brother had towards Anna. 

However, Sam called Dean's attention to show him the research he had done. 

He closed the panic room's heavy door and the siblings left Anna behind, with Ruby guarding her, and walked back upstairs.

“What've you got?” Asked Emily, rifling through some paper Sam had just placed on the table.

“Uh, not much. Her parents were, uh, Rich and Amy Milton: a church deacon and a housewife.”

“No wonders she went crazy.” Scoffed Dean.

“Yeah. But there is something here in the report. Turns out this latest psych episode wasn't her first. When she was 2 1/2, she'd get hysterical any time her dad got close. She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy.”

“Who was?” Asked Dean. “The plumber, mh? A little snaking the pipes?”

“Dude, that's for sure the plot of a porn that was in that motel in Ohio.” Emily answered, putting down the paper. “The plummer used his dick to clean the sink?” 

“Exactly! Wait, how-”

“Guys?!” Sam interrupted Dean and Emily rambling about the porn video and kept explaining. “Anna didn't say who her real father was, but she said he was very mad and wanted to kill her.”

“At 2 years old? That’s not fun.” Said Dean. Emily sat down on the couch as they spoke.

“Well, she saw a kid's shrink, got better, and grew up normal.”

“Until now. So, what's she hiding?”

“Why don't you just ask me to my face?” Said Anna’s voice from on top of the stairs. Ruby, behind her, stood, bored with her arms crossed.

“Nice job watching her.” Said Emily, sarcastic.

“I'm watching her, demon-barbie.” Answered Ruby, annoyed. 

“No, you're right, Anna.” Sam interrupted Emily, who was about to answer back. “Is there anything you want to tell us?”

While Anna told them about how she had no idea what was going on, Emily was leaning on the wall, distracted. 

All she could think about was Dean crying. It was like an image stuck in the back of her brain, a constant reminder of the shit they went through. She had spent year and year in hell, just regretting every single fight she had ever had with him. Everytime the clock ticked, she was reminded that, even if she wanted to stop fighting with Dean, it seemed like she was failing over and over in her task of keeping peace. All she wanted was for the fighting to stop, but life seemed to have other plans. 

Sam had the idea of calling Pamela, a friend of their father who had helped them with psychic matters before. 

Dean offered to pick her up and bring her back:“Sammy, wanna tag along?” He asked, searching in his pockets for the car keys. 

“It's probably better if I stay here.” He pointed at Ruby. “But maybe Emily can come with you?” 

Come on, man! She glared at him.

What, I heard you before, I thought you wanted to stop the fighting, right?

Yeah, not being forced to spend three hours with him!

If you want the fighting to stop, you need to talk about what's bothering you!

“What are those two doing?” Said Ruby, raising one eyebrow and pointing at Sam and Emily who had just started gesturing in front of their faces. 

I don't want to be stuck with him for hours, you know he's not gonna talk-

“Telepathy. They keep forgetting that we can't hear them, but we can still see them!”

Well then you force him to!

 Dean snapped his fingers in the middle of the siblings, finally getting their attention. “Hey!” 

Emily turned to him. “What?!”

“You're being weird- you know what, it doesn't matter, we have a long way to go, let's just leave.” 

Emily walked a couple of steps while still looking back at Sam, who showed her a sarcastic thumbs up, but then followed Dean outside the house and into the Impala. 

“By the way, you really need to learn how to not let people know you're talking telepathically- It's not a very useful power if everybody knows you're using it.” Said Dean, starting the engine. 

“Right.” 

Either of them spoke for a couple of hours as Dean was focused on driving and Emily did her best to distract herself by reading a lore book she had in her bag. 

“What' you reading, kid?” Dean tried to lift the cover to see the title. 

“It's one volume of Edda.” 

“Cool.”

“Yeah.” Muttered Emily, knowing full well Dean probably had no idea what Edda was. 

Dean started tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, humming on the notes of the classical tunes he was playing on the radio. “You like this song?” He asked. 

“I guess.” Answered Emily, distracted.

After a little more silence, Dean spoke again. “Do you remember that time-”

“Dean!” She finally lifted her eyes off her book, annoyed. “I'm trying to read!”

“I'm just trying to have a conversation, you know.” 

“Well, I don't really want to talk right now.” 

Exhaling, Dean went back to staring at the road for a while. 

“Emily?” He asked, about an hour later.

“What now?!” 

“I need to say something to you.” 

Emily closed her book, annoyed. “Alright, I'm all ears.” 

“You were right.” Said Dean.

“Can you be more specific?” She asked.

“I was a dick to you when Sam died and- I know you think it was stupid to bring him back, but-”

“Actually, I- I started regretting not bringing him back like two days after we burned him.” She exhaled. “There. I admitted it. But I knew it wasn't the right thing, so I didn't let you do it.” 

“Well, you were right. And when he came back… Explaining to him what happened to you and how you were gone was… Too hard.” 

Emily stared in front of her for a bit, thinking about Dean's words. “I get it.” She sighed. “I don't approve of it, but I get it.” 

 “I know, sorry. You- When you died, it really was a slap in the face. Cops showed up at Bobby's and- I felt like I failed you and as if it was my fault and now- now there's this hell thing and…“ He trailed off. 

“About that.” Said Emily, shifting in her seat. “I'm sorry about this morning. I spent one hundred years regretting fighting with you and letting us escalate as much as we did, but then I came back and I let it happen all over again.”

“One hundred years?” 

Emily exhaled, realizing she had just revealed something about hell she was not supposed to. 

“That's an expression, you know.” She tried to convince Dean. He raised an eyebrow and briefly glared at her. 

”...Is it? Because that was my next point, Emily. Hell didn't feel- It didn't feel like four months. More like thirty years.” 

Emily exhaled. “Mine did feel like one hundred.” She admitted. “Give or take, I honestly lost track. I almost stopped counting when you-” 

“I'm sorry. Really.” 

“It's not about the apology, man. While I was down there… I thought about you and about how I fucked it all up. I kept thinking that if I ever got a redo, I would not be a fucking bitch to you, but you're making it really hard, Dean.” 

“So what you're saying is you want us to be siblings? For real?” 

“I want us to try and be siblings. Yes.” 

They later arrived back at Bobby's, together with Pamela. Emily holed up in her room to do research, hoping to get some calm time. Having so many people around, all giving different info and opinions, was stressing her out. So she changed out of her clothes, put on one of Sam's old t-shirts and sat on the bed with a pile of books on her side. She was deep into her reading when someone knocked on the open door frame. She raised her gaze to see Sam. 

“Hey kid.” He said, smiling. “How you doing, got anything interesting?” 

“Not really.” She exhaled, closing the book she had on her legs. “You?” 

“Got nada. Are you okay? You've been up here for a while.” 

“Yeah, all is good. I spoke with Dean, we… We got somewhere, I guess.” 

“Really?” Sam entered the room, Emily gestured him to sit on the bed. “I thought you'd be happier.” 

“I don't know, Sam- I'm tired as fuck. This whole Anna thing is very stressful.” 

“Do you want some help with those?” Sam pointed to the books and papers she had laying around her. She shrugged and handed him a book. He made himself comfortable on the other side of the bed. “So, will you and Dean be in peace now? For real?” 

“Well, I'll try, but… It wouldn't be the first time it all goes to shit.” Sam's face tightened up a little and he resumed his reading. It wasn't long before someone else interrupted their silence. Ruby entered the room. “Ah, here you are. My favourite nerd and- well, you.” She pointed at Emily, disgusted. 

“Love you too, girl.” Said Emily, sarcastic, without taking her eyes away from her book. “You got anything useful or are you just here because you want to have sex with Sam?” 

“What, jealous?” 

“Cut it out- I think I found something.” Sam interrupted them. “Here. In march '85, a meteorite vanished in the night sky over northwestern Ohio. It was sighted nine months before Anna was born, and she was born in that part of Ohio.”

“Wait-” Said Emily. “I got a meteor on the same day, just over Kentucky.” She handed him a piece of newspaper. 

“Must be her grace.” Nodded Sam. 

“All right. That just narrows it down to an entire state.” Said Ruby, annoyed. “Sam... I'm sorry.”

“For what?” Asked Sam. Emily scowled at the demon. 

“For bringing you this mess. If I had known, I would have kept my trap shut.”

“It’s easy to say it now, maybe you should have thought of it earlier.” Spat Emily, bitter. 

“I’m not talking to you, barbie.” 

“You’re not? Because last time you seemed pretty keen on having me on your team!” 

“You b-”

“Hey!” Interrupted Sam. 

Emily and Ruby both turned to him. “What?!” 

“This is not the time- Listen. We’ll muddle through, okay?”

“Not this time. You do not want to get between these two armies. It's Godzilla and Mothra. If one side doesn't get us, the other one will.” At these words, Emily rolled her eyes. 

“So, what do you want to do? Dump Anna and run?” Emily let the two talk and started sorting the paper and books. “Forget it. Look, I know the angels freak you out.” Continued Sam.

“Forget the angels. It's Alastair I'm scared of.”

“Alastair?”

“You met him in the church. Practically the grand inquisitor downstairs. Picasso with a razor.” Emily shivered. “And you should pull him out and throw him back in the pit... if you weren't so out of shape.”

“Ruby-” 

“No, your abilities… you're getting flabby. You know what you got to do.” 

“Stop-” Sam gazed over at Emily, who had stop clearing her space and was looking at him, confused. “No, I'm not doing that anymore.”

“Well, then you better either convince your sister to join us, or pray that Anna gets her groove back, or we're all dead.” Said the demon as she left the room.

Emily and Sam remained alone. “Sam, what was that about?” 

“Forget it, it's- it's not important.” 

“Doesn't look or sound like it.” 

“Really. Forget it.” 

There was a fight. Castiel and Uriel showed up, as well as Alastair. As they fought, Emily dislocated a shoulder. As Dean packed ice on it, she sat on the couch, the same couch where they fought after Sam died. 

“So, one hundred years, uh?” Said Dean, pressing the ice on her shoulder as she winced in pain. 

“Dean, please, we don't have to talk about that now.” 

“Of course, just- does that make you 125?” Dean smiled, amused. Emily thought about it for a second. 

“Dean, does that mean… Am I technically older than you?” 

Dean scowled at her, regretting his joke. “Absolutely not.” He said. 

“Dude- I just won the oldest sibling's privileges.”

“That's- that's not a real thing!” 

“Oh, I'll show you if it's not a real thing.” She giggled. “Also, dude, you had sex with an angel?!” 

“What?! How do you-” 

“I know everything. It's my oldest sibling's brain.” She pointed at her head, smiling.

“Yeah, right.”

“Also, it was super obvious. You know, you kissed in front of us. You doing okay?”

“I'll live.” 

[kalims]

Thank you so much to answering my ask! I absolutely love it! And Paimon breaking their cover for food is adorable.

So, another Ask taking place in the modern universe... hmm...

How about some of the guys thinking that Traveler!Mother is hot? Like Kaeya, Kazuha, Diluc, and Thoma?

And basically her children's plus Zhongli's reaction to these young men being head over heels?

✉ ⋮ I'm definitely making this into a college au..... :) an additional note if I may, zhongli shall be a professor! (it's the power of milf that's attracting these dudes istg) also I can't think of anything else to put so I just put the bros.

fluff, pining. age gap, dni if ur uncomfortable with that. diluc and kaeya aren't love interests since we're already with zhongli so it's good now I think.

┊KAEYA

the classic person who everyone likes, it doesn't matter who. by that I mean absolutely everyone, the students of a neighboring school who attended in a competition? yes, they like him too.

he's literally everywhere, one second a teacher could be asking for assistance. HE'S the one volunteering after the words spill from their mouth with an elegant raise of his arm and a charming grin forming on his face.

he also seems to know just about everyone so it's only natural that he's intrigued by the mysterious lady who shows up in class one day. wearing a sheepish expression while you grip a box wrapped in a soft cloth in your right hand as you pipe up from the door to the professor quietly to call over the oh so popular twins.

everyone is staring at you, and so is he. with his big brain he's already connected the dots. If he hadn't already then he's probably strutting his way to the twins desk, asking who that totally hot lady was.

both of them glance at him with a deadpan before lumine answers him with a raise of her brow. "my mom." she replied, clearly not intent to converse with him any longer. "our mom." aether corrected, lumine rolled her eyes at him.

with your beauty, surely you aren't too far off his age?

aether is getting real suspicious, because how the hell did kaeya manage to partner up with either him or lumine in projects for the 5th time..? it's the teachers gladly giving him the power to, that's what. maybe it's because he has everyone wrapped around his little finger.

the day wasn't near it's peak yet, usually. lumine would be begging for the gods to just magically make it nighttime so that she can 'relax' but now she's just begging them to make this day slower.

gosh... why did you have to come home early out of all days....

well, atleast you gave her a text with a message. stating how you're apparently being sent off early since there was a special occasion.

reluctantly, she slid the key into the hole and twisted it with a 'click!' while gripping the knob of the door and glaring at kaeya with an annoyed side eye.

he only regarded her with a cool face and another one of his smirks that she wanted to wipe out of his face. "aren't you gonna let me in? you wouldn't leave me out here freezing, would you?"

she huffed. "oh? I thought that a 'little cold' won't bother you, kaeya." maybe if she kept talking, she could delay him from coming into her home longer, or maybe she had some kind of secret power so that she can warp reality to make his existence literally erase.

but it seems like he already knew her intentions.

"hm, when I say cold I didn't mean this." he chuckled, she could tell that he was referring to her constantly trying to bully him or something.

"listen up you little-- tsk, just... don't do anything weird to her, if you do I'll drag you to your grave."

he raised his hands in surrender as she finally unlocked the door.

as a precaution, lumine had forcefully made aether skip a lecture. to which he tried to shake her off at first, that is until he brought up kaeya being interested in you. now aether wasn't even trying to struggle at all.

she silently thanks you for being quite an airhead, even though the fact that he was flirting probably occurs to you hours later. now how could lumine know about that? let's say you run over to her with a shocked face.

'see you later, miss. I do hope I'll get to see your lovely face.'

the words ran over your mind for exactly two hours, while reaching over to scrub over a plate. your thoughts wandered. what did that young man mean exactly? you definitely did not agree to such...

gosh, now peace and quiet was just a small daydream.

now, 'I'll get to see your lovely face?'

see your lovely face?

your lovely face??

lovely face???

was he possibly implying that--?

"lumine, dear? what did that boy mean by my lovely face? I know I'm lovely and all but.." you paused. "did he really have to phrase it like that?"

lumine froze and turned to switch her gaze from her cellular phone to your face. "what? what do you mean?"

"kaeya was it? he said I had a lovely face. I'm not that much of an idiot but was he implying that he's interested in me because that's kinda horrifying... :("

she blinked.

(lumine)

IM GONNA KILL THAT MOTHRR FUCKER

(aether)

???? what now...

zhongli was way better than kaeya anyways. 😒

┊DILUC

diluc is the one loner that everybody finds hot. no one literally dares to approach him because it looks like he'd just ignore them. people find his backround a BIG bonus, rich + hot? hoo boy, that's one package deal right there.

he's the one that funds a majority of the events so most people tend to try hard to not make him displeased. apparently he was apart of the council but mysteriously left abruptly without addressing the public as to his reasons why.

this bitch was so confused man, poor diluc.

literally 2 AM in the morning, kaeya sends him a pic of a woman? I mean, he admits he finds her quite attractive but really...?

(kaeya)

1 attachment.

(diluc)

it's 2 am. go bother someone else.

(kaeya)

that was meant for someone else sry lol 👍

kaeya was definitely left on read, ANYHOW.

he texts like he's dead inside, some mistake it for passive aggressive so he doesn't have much freinds, not real ones atleast, good thing he knows how to spot fake ones. most of the people that approach him only see him for his status.

it's surprisingly guys that approach him, girls usually chicken out and think that he's annoyed so he gets confessions via texts or even old school hand written letters.

diluc will most likely meet you through a fundraising event for charity held especially by mondstadt, funded by him of course. it's nothing special really, though it's a little toned down classically since it'll literally be a frat party if he didn't add that to his terms. sighs, teenagers.

aether needed to be present so why not drag his twin sister and you to suffer? paimon's left alone in the hands of a trusted babysitter since her attending it would go wrong in so many ways.

the former told you before hand. you were so happy because you could donate some cash or even old stuff! so you did what a normal mom would do. intercept your child's way and join them. 😇

they first initially didn't care that much if you went along but they doubted the guards would let you but then they remembered they'd be accompanying you and it'd a fund raiser for damned sake. lumine and her 7 year old mindset....

"hi! you must be diluc right? I knew your dad."

you laughed lightly. his face however, contorted into one of suprise. he was taken aback by your bluntness. straight to the point just how he liked it.

"my dad?"

you nodded. "yep! we were good freinds back then. he was a year above me in high school."

huh? he briefly gave you a scan from head to toe. inwardly cursing if someone thought he was checking you out. can you blame him though? he could've mistaken you for the twins third sibling or something.

to think you were a year younger than his father......

a small part of him felt disappointed, the age gap wasn't that prominent but he wasn't as bold as kaeya to try and court someone older than him.

"master diluc. it's time for your speech."

adeline, bad timing..

diluc nodded and flashed you a quick, polite smile. "oh, yes. I'll be right over."

he turned to you and held out his hand. "it was nice meeting you, uh." he cleared his throat. you smiled.

"it's [y/n], goodluck with the speech."

to his surprise. you gave him a quick hug before walking away.

unfortunately leaving him with a mind ranting. "she's older than you" over and over again.

pining with unrequited love won't be too bad. he hopes.

dude what's with ragvindr dudes and you? seriously. first crepus then kaeya and now diluc??

for the past weeks he's been acting weird. fidgety and always spacing out in the middle of a lecture and sometimes in a one sided conversation.

he's so sad when he sees you kissing zhongli's cheek as a greeting when he stumbles in his homeroom for a question but brushes it off since you deserve to be happy and if it isn't him then it's fine. 😢😭

lumine somehow found out about his little crush and not so obvious attraction to you by pure coincidence. she just happened to be the one accompanying you for the monthly grocery, unexpectedly running into diluc by chance.

she isn't dumb. why is the usual stoic diluc reduced to a man who keeps clearing his throat every one minute with flushed cheeks???

the next hour, he received a single threatening text from lumine. genuine or not, we'll never know

[the-iceni-bitch]

Territory Getting Hotter

Pairing: Carol Danvers x enhanced!Fem Reader

Words: ~2.9k

Summary: You’ve made another mess for the Avengers and they find out about your relationship with Captain Danvers

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fe receiving oral sex, use of toys, squirting, overstimulation, light dom aspects), mentions of canon level violence, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: I love these two!!! Dom!Carol is it you guys, wow. Also, reader is such a massive pain in the ass and I love her for it, I can’t wait to piss off every single Avenger with her antics.

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You beamed at Carol when she walked into the kitchen, still bleary eyed from sleep as she stretched and ran a hand through her hair.

“Hey babe!” You grinned at her. “Guess who made pancakes?”

“You’re the best sweetie.” She murmured, wrapping around your back and nuzzling into your hair. “We’ll make a housewife out of you yet.”

You laughed as she moved to pour herself some coffee when there was a sudden pounding on the front door.

“Danvers!!” A low voice shouted through the door. “Open up, its Rogers!!”

“Shit!” She hissed, looking around frantically as she tried to find someplace to stash you.

“Would you relax?” You said as you rolled your eyes at her. “He has to find out sometime.”

“Yeah, but not today! He already sounds pissed. One second!!” She shouted back, throwing on some sweats. “Just find somewhere to hide, I don’t feel like dealing with this today.”

She moved to open the door as you shook your head at her, weighing your hiding place options.

“Hey Steve, what’s up?” She said, nonchalantly as she let him inside.

“What’s up? Have you watched the news yet this morning?” He seethed as he stormed into the kitchen.

“Oh no. What did she do?” Carol said, taking a deep breath and cursing you in her head for whatever shit storm you’d started now.

“I can’t even talk about it, I’m so mad.” He growled, moving to pour himself a cup of coffee without even asking. “Even Stark was pissed, and he’s usually pretty lenient.”

“Uh-huh.” Carol said as she chewed on her lip and nibbled on a piece of bacon.

“She managed to drag Thor into it, too. We may have to move her to a full time handler, one that she can’t corrupt.” He said, starting to calm down a little bit. “We’re having a meeting about it in 30 minutes, just wanted you to be prepared. How would you feel about taking her on?”

Carol heard a snort from somewhere in the apartment and did her best not to whip around to find you. Unfortunately Steve heard it to with his damn super soldier hearing.

“What was that?” He hissed, his eyes darting all over the quarters.

“Uh, my smoke alarm’s been acting up.” Carol muttered, trying to usher him out the door. “I’ll think about it, see you soon!”

She slammed the door closed and started searching for you.

“What the fuck did you do, baby?” She asked, scanning the apartment for you.

“Y’know, I think I’m gonna leave that for a surprise.” She heard from above her head and shot her gaze upwards.

You had somehow managed to wedge yourself into a tiny corner in the ceiling of the hallway leading to her bedroom. She was giving you a disapproving look as you dropped to the floor with a grunt and grinned at her.

“You think you can handle me babe?” You said as you moved to the bedroom to get dressed.

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The two of you were sitting across from each other in the conference room half an hour later, trying to act like you didn’t fuck each other’s brains out every chance you got.

Or, at least Carol was. You were sliding your foot up the inside of her leg as she glared murderously at you and you just grinned like an idiot. She shook her head at you and turned to look at the giant screen where Tony was pulling up the surveillance footage as the rest of the team gave you exasperated glances.

“Oh, here we go, we’re getting to the good part.” Tony said, giving you a meaningful look as he slowed the footage down. “Now who’s this guy you just punched in the face and then threw across the club like a rag doll?”

“I think that’s the Duke of Edinburgh.” You said with a shrug, leaning back in your chair.

“No, that’s the Duke of Sussex, y’know, the queen’s nephew.” Nat said as she took a long drink of her coffee, looking exhausted.

“Oh shit, really?” You said, still grinning like an idiot. “Whoops.”

“And wait, here’s where Point Break blows all the lights in the club, which he says was your idea, so the two of you can make a run for it.” Stark said when the video suddenly went black.

“We weren’t making a run for it, we were pursuing our suspect.” You said, staring daggers at Thor as he tried to sink into his chair.

“Uh-huh, and did you catch your suspect?” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, he’s in holding right now.” You said with a shrug.

“What?! Why wasn’t that in your report?” Rogers said as he started to dig through the pile of paperwork in front of him.

“I haven’t completed the report yet, Captain Rogers.” You said lightly. “I made sure to update Captain Danvers though.”

“Let’s not get off track, this is about you assaulting a member of the royal family.” Tony said as he tried to redirect the conversation.

“He assaulted me first! He grabbed my ass and made some very ungentlemanly comments about what he would do if he got me in his car.” You said, pouting as you rested your head on your hands.

“He did grab her ass, Stark. I saw it.” Thor piped up before Rogers shot him a look and he went back to inspecting his coffee.

“So you threw him? That seems like a bit of an overreaction.” Tony said with an uncomfortable shrug.

“It’s a reflex, Stark.” You said, your eyes rolling back in your head as the other women frowned at him. “Sorry, I don’t think putting up with sexual harassment is in my job description.”

“Ok, ok fine. Nat, is there anyway you can spin this?” Stark said, turning to Romanoff as she let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, the man is a pretty notorious dog, shouldn’t be too hard.” She muttered.

“Great! Excellent meeting team, see y’all at the next one!” You said, starting to stand up before Steve turned his attention to you.

“No, we still need to discuss your recklessness, Y/L/N.” He seethed, shooting you a scowl that you returned with a mocking air that had Carol trying to hold back a snort. “I’ve thought about it a lot and I think the best course is to have you under more direct supervision. I considered splitting up you and Odinson but I feel like that would just spread the chaos around after how much you’ve corrupted him.”

You shot a grin and a wink at Thor that he returned as the two of you finally relaxed, but Steve was still talking.

“So, Danvers is going to be accompanying you on your missions now. I feel like her levelheaded attitude is just what’s needed to keep you two in line.” He said with a satisfied smirk.

“Uh, you sure Danvers is the best choice there, Cap?” Tony said whole Nat snickered into her coffee.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t she be?” Steve said as he looked around at everyone’s amused expressions with confusion.

“They’re fucking each other Steve.” Nat said nonchalantly, sending Steve into a spluttering fit as you started cackling and Carol just rolled her eyes and groaned.

“What?!” Rogers roared, his eyes moving frantically between you and Carol as you grinned at him like an idiot. “How long has this been happening?”

“Six months.” Carol said resignedly, taking a gulp of coffee as she shrugged uncomfortably. “Didn’t really feel like dealing with the paperwork.”

“Si... six months?” Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands. “And you didn’t think that might be a conflict of interest?”

“Don’t worry Cap, Danvers is quite the disciplinarian.” You said with a wicked grin as you waggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Carol growled at you and gave you a meaningful look, and you just rolled your eyes at her before leaning back on your chair and propping your boots on the conference table.

“Well... shit.” Steve sighed, running his palm over his face in exasperation. “I guess Bucky can probably oversee some of your ops, and I’ll take over the rest of them. What?”

You and Thor both groaned at that, rolling your eyes at each other.

“Just, Barnes? Could you pick a bigger stick in the mud?” You said with a shrug. “I mean, we get it dude. You were tortured by evil scientists for years who turned you into a mindless killing machine, who wasn’t? And, I love you Steve, but do you even drink?”

“Ok, we’re gonna head out now.” Carol said as she frowned at you, stepping between you and Steve before a real fight broke out. “Guess we’ll report to HR as soon as we can.”

“Uh-huh.” Rogers mumbled, pouting a little as she ushered you out of the room.

Nat followed after the two of you lazily, shaking her head at Steve and Tony as Stark and Thor tried to assure the Captain that he was loads of fun to be around and a blast at all their parties.

“Congrats again you two.” She said with a grin as she split down a different hallway to her own quarters.

“Thanks Nat! You ever gonna tell him about you and Wilson?” You yelled after her, laughing when she flipped you off over her shoulder. “Told ya they knew, babe.”

“Yeah.” She mumbled before grinning at you. “So, you beat up a royal?”

“Shit. In my defense, I didn’t know he was a royal until after I threw him.” You said, following her down the hall back to her apartment. “I thought he was just a smarmy asshole.”

“That’s the problem, sweetheart.” She purred over her shoulder. “You never consider the consequences of your actions.”

“That’s all I think about, babe.” You said with a wicked grin as you waited for her to open the door.

“And now you’re dragging poor Thor into your messes.” She tutted, shaking her head at you as she closed the door and stripped off her jacket. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you had a little crush on that himbo.”

“If you didn’t know better?” You beamed at her, starting to unbutton your jeans and step out of your boots. “Honey, he’s a literal god. I have a massive crush on him.”

“Oh, are you trying to make me jealous?” She ripped off her tank top and threw it aside. “Cuz I’m already pissed at you.”

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

She stepped forward and gripped your jaw tightly, smashing her mouth to yours as she started steering you towards the bedroom. You yelped when she tossed you on the bed, grinning as she climbed on top of you.

“You’re such a bad girl.” She growled at you, ripping your bra off in one quick motion.

You screamed when she slapped your tit harshly, the stinging sensation warming your chest while she bent to open the top drawer of the nightstand.

“I am. I’m fucking horrible.” You gasped as she rifled around. “What are you doing?”

She grinned at you as she straightened back up, holding a set of extra shiny looking restraints.

“These are vibranium.” She cooed as she grabbed your wrists and dragged them above your head, hooking them through the headboard as you panted underneath her. “I stole them from R and D, and there’s no way even you can break out of them.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You said around a smirk, giving your hands a test yank and nodding appreciatively as Carol shackled each of your feet to the opposing bedposts.

She bit her lip as she stared at you, your legs spread wide over the bed and making your back arch. You moaned as she tore off your panties and slapped your pussy, your muscles twitching as arousal seeped out of you.

“Mmm, you look so good like this.” She mumbled, sliding down until she was laying between your thighs. “Can’t decide whether I should edge you all night or make you come so many times you forget your own name.”

She ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe and you let out a shriek as you came as soon as she reached your clit. She pressed your hips into the mattress as she lashed her tongue against your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver with the strain of your orgasm.

“Looks like you made my decision for me.” She grinned at you before diving back in.

Her tongue swirled through your folds expertly, sucking your lips into your mouth and humming against you as your pussy started clenching around nothing. She wrapped her lips around your clit and you came again with a sob as your limbs pulled against the restraints, your body trying to arch off the bed.

She shoved her tongue inside you and you screamed as another orgasm crashed over you when her teeth brushed against your tiny bundle of nerves. Carol kept curling her tongue inside you as you vibrated underneath her, moaning as your release flowed into her mouth and soaked her chin.

“Fuck, Carol!” You whined as she sat up between your legs and lightly ran her fingers over your inner thighs. “That was almost too much.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” She smirked as she watched you panting underneath her, reaching for the bedside table again while you squirmed.

“Hey!” you exclaimed as she pulled out a massive dildo from the drawer of toys. “Is that my stormbreaker? I’ve been looking for that!”

“Yeah, well I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” She murmured before dragging the length on the thing through your slick coated folds, making you keen. “Did you know this thing comes with a thruster?”

“Yeah, why do you think I bought it?” You teased before your eyes rolled back in your head as she shoved it inside you.

She started fucking you with the toy at a punishing pace, grinning as you came apart like putty in her hands. Tears started leaking down your cheeks when she turned the vibrating function on and angled it so it was teasing against your clit with each push.

You whined as she bent over you and wrapped her lips around your nipple and swirled her tongue around it. She grinned against your chest as you tried to arch into her mouth, your restraints still holding you in place.

“Mmm, you gonna come again baby?” She muttered, nipping at the curve of your breast as your body started twitching, your release looming over you as you sobbed wordlessly. “Do it, you look so pretty when you fall apart.”

She twisted her wrist and you shrieked as your pussy fluttered wildly, your release leaking out around the dildo and pooling on her sheets. Your cried as she kept fucking you through it, wet sloshing sounds filling her bedroom as the toy slid in and out of you easily.

You let out an inhuman wail when she turned on the thruster and you felt the tip of the toy punch you in the cervix, coming again immediately as your body writhed wildly.

“Shit, I see why you love this thing.” She smirked as she kissed her way up your chest, still shoving the toy into your overworked cunt as your body went lax, your head polling to the side and drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. “You think about Thor fucking you when you use this, babe? Maybe I should bring him in here to fuck you stupid while I watch, would you like that?”

You just mumbled stupidly as your body shook with another orgasm, sinking into the bed in your fucked out state. Her slap snapped you out of it, making you take in a sharp breath as your brain rebooted.

“I asked you a question.” She growled as she twisted the toy again and you let out a low moan.

“I feel like this might be a trap.” You gasped as she palmed at your breast and laid down against your shoulder, still thrusting the toy into you viciously.

“That sounds like a yes to me.” She purred, nuzzling into your neck as she gave the toy a final push.

You screamed as she pulled it out of you suddenly, your release squirting out of you in a violent rush. Your body thrashed violently with the power of your orgasm and Carol cursed as you snapped her headboard and bedposts, the bed frame shuddering before one of the legs gave out and it sank to the floor with a crash.

“Holy fuck, you ok?” She asked, sitting up and grinning at you as she assessed the damage you’d caused.

“Yeah.” You said, swallowing thickly as you moved your limbs with a groan. “At least we know the cuffs work! Sorry about your bed.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She murmured, grabbing the key and unlocking the restraints before pulling you back against her chest. “We’ll just use yours I guess.”

“Are you gonna move in with me? I think that may give Rogers an aneurysm.”

“He’ll get over it.” She shrugged as you nuzzled into her chest. “Now, how do you think we should approach Thor?”

“What?! You were serious?”

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Forgotten Fairytale

Part 3

Request: Yes or No

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“We have two announcements today. First, we have a new student, (Y/N). As some of you may know, (Y/N) is a dragon-vampire hybrid and I expect each and everyone of you to treat him with respect. To whom it may concern, he is not our next monster. We’ve recently encountered a Night Hag.” Alaric announced to the remaining student body that had chosen not to leave. You kept your arms crossed, making eye contact with Hope. You gave her a triumphant smirk and got an eye roll in return.

“A Night Hag is a malevolent spirit trapped on the astral plane that can only interact with us through dreams. In this case, nightmares.” Alaric explained, murmurs spreading through the students. 

“So, like, Freddy Kruger?” 

“Well, in the sense that what happens to you in your dreams seems to happen to you in real life, yes. But, the good news is we’re safe, so long as we stay awake.” Alaric explained, nodding to the questions. He noticed tension rise and cleared his throat. 

“We’ve lined up more evacuation shuttles. They should be running all afternoon, so please, for those who don’t want to stay and fight, take advantage of them.” Alaric licked his lips. You gave a small snort, biting your bottom lip. Ryan had mentioned a possible run in with monsters but he seemed confident in your abilities to protect yourself. Once you had your father back, you’d make sure he faced some monsters of his own. You stood once Alaric dismissed everyone, noticing him motion for you to come over. With a deep sigh, you walked towards the stage he was on. 

“I’ve got your classes sorted out. You’ll be taking typical high school courses, plus some of the supernatural courses we typically give to everyone. You’ll have some vampire classes and finally, a one-on-one with Dorian to talk about dragons. Dorian insisted on it. I would like you to speak with Emma, she’s one of our teachers and also the counselor for those who need one.” Alaric explained, handing you a paper. You gave it a once over before looking up at him.

“And why would I need to speak with a counselor? I’m perfectly fine.” 

“Considering you walked out on Dorian after a mention of your father, I don’t think you’re fine.” Alaric gave a tight lipped smile, patting your arm as he walked by. You blew a raspberry, looking back down at the paper. 

“Oh, and by the way, these uniforms are horrendous.” You called to him, stepping off the stage and making brief eye contact with Hope as she spoke to Landon. 

“I have to agree with you on the uniforms being horrendous. We look like preppy golf kids.” You looked at the guy walking beside you. 

“All we’re missing are the pants and the golf course.” You grinned, chuckling as the guy nodded and laughed along. 

“I’m Kaleb, by the way. I’m a vampire, so I guess that means I’ll be seeing you around.” Kaleb gave a grin. You hummed, looking forward.

“Man, you and those other dudes got lucky. You don’t have to take these exams.”

“But, we do have to deal with the bullshit this school brings.” You stopped by a water fountain, leaning down and drinking from it. Kaleb leaned against the wall, arms crossing.

“Actually, I think that Landon guy was the one who brought the monsters with him. Things went to shit when he got here and-”

“It’s not Landons fault. The knife had been at this school for god knows how long.” You leaned up, wiping your mouth as your gaze fell on Rafael. 

“Well, like I said, we gotta deal with the bullshit the school brings.”

“And to do that, we have to be a team. We can’t insult or push each other away.” Rafael said, glancing between you and Kaleb. You let out a small snort, grinning as you shook your head. 

“Doesn’t that go against your nature? That’s all mutts know how to do. That and throw temper tantrums.” Kaleb snickered at your words. Rafael sighed, eyes shutting briefly in an attempt to stay calm and relaxed.

“You don’t have to worry about me, puppy. I can be a good teammate as long as you stay out of my way. Same goes for you.” You glanced at Kaleb before turning around and walking away. You walked to your first class, stepping inside and getting ready for a boring day of school.

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You ran your fingers over the books on the shelves, grabbing one and pulling it out of the shelf. You stepped out of the library and found a nice cushion seat, opening the book and flipping through the pages. You stopped on the one you had been looking for. 

Klaus Mikaelson: The Great Evil

Your eyes swept over the writing, searching for any mention of Hope. She was powerful but she hadn’t become a full tribrid yet. You paused, hearing footsteps coming from the hallway along with someone humming softly.

“Dr. Saltzman!”

“”Dr. Saltzman, I have changed my mind. I’ve decided to take you up on your offer and get the hell out with every other sane person here.””

“No, actually, I took your advice and I stayed busy, and I think I found something.” You lifted your head at Landon’s words, hearing their footsteps head back down the hall. You stood up from your seat, turning your head and watching them turn a corner. You looked down at the book in your hands, gently biting your bottom lip. 

“I definitely didn’t sign up for this… but I might as well enjoy the ride.” You looked back up, heading down the hall and entering the small library where Landon, Hope, and Alaric were at. You leaned against the railing, watching them speak.

“Why would a monster need to disguise itself as another monster? The Oneiroi sounds freaky enough.” Hope said, glancing between Landon and Alaric.

“Because if we knew what it actually was..”

“We’d know how to stop it.” Alaric finished for him, nodding. 

“Hope, kiss him for me.” Alaric said, turning and heading towards the stairs. He looked up, noticing you. He slowed down, head tilting.

“Need something, (Y/N)?” Alaric asked, heading up the stairs. You shook your head, fingers drumming against the book.

“Just eavesdropping.” You shrugged. Alaric let out a small laugh, nodding as he walked by.

“Don’t think you’re off my radar, (Y/N).” Hope called, arms crossing as she cocked a brow at you. 

“I’m honored you care so much about me, Red. It’s real sweet, though I think you should be more invested in your boytoy. Keep your eye on this one, Discount Jughead. She seems to have… a wandering eye. You shouldn’t forget who her mother was in love with.” You gave them a wink, turning around. You stepped towards a bookshelf, sliding the book into the shelf. 

“What about your family? What were they like?” Hope asked, approaching the stairs. You turned to look at her. 

“My mother gave my father a gift and then she left. At least she didn’t die because of me.” You leaned forward slightly as she got closer. Hope stopped a few feet from you, jaw clenching. 

“You know nothing about me.”

“I could say the same, Red. I might’ve been a dick when I was younger but atleast I never tried to kill someone who loves me and raised me. You had a mother who was invested in you and loved you. It would’ve never crossed my mind to hurt my father, no matter how pissed I was.” You sneered, watching her facade begin to crumble. Hope remained silent for a few passing minutes. 

“We should probably tell the others about our new discovery.” Landon piped up softly. Hope turned her head towards him, nodding.

“Yeah, I.. I have a plan.” Hope breathed out, looking back at you.

“Making enemies on your first day is the stupidest idea you’ve probably come up with.” Hope said, brushing past you. Landon slowly walked up the stairs, awkwardly approaching you.

“Hope is a.. She’s a good person-”

“You don’t have to defend her when she’s not around, My Chemical Romance.” You stared at him, giving a small eye roll. 

“Why are you such a dick?”

“Well, my dad told me my mom was a bit of a bitch. I probably got it from her.” You shrugged, turning around and leaving the library. You heard Landon catch up with you.

“I was in the foster system for most of my life. I can understand some of your feelings regarding not knowing your mom and-”

“Listen, Gerard Way, I’m not interested in being your friend. I’ve been taught and shown that humans are the least trustworthy creatures on this planet. It’s better to be alone than to trust a human. They’re like chihuahuas. They think they’re at the top when they’re actually at the bottom and I’d rather not have my life in the hands of one.” You looked at him.

“Fair comparison.” Landon mumbled. “But, some humans are good and they mean well-”

“We can have this conversation after I take a nap.” You entered the lounge area where Hope had gathered the rest of the boys. Hope explained that the Night Hag was actually an Oneiroi. 

“I know it sounds bad, but now that we know what the creature is, we can fight it.”

“How the hell are we supposed to kill a dream demon?”

“Leave that to me. But since I can’t fall asleep without compromising the location of the urn, I need someone else to pull it out of the dream plane and into our waking reality.” Hope explained, looking over everyone. 

“So, Freddy Krueger, like I said.” Another vampire, MG, pointed out.

“And how the hell are we supposed to do that?” Rafael asked, looking back at Hope.

“By entering the dream plane, getting a hold of it, and waking yourself up.” You answered, shrugging lightly.

“Just like in the movies.” MG nodded in agreement to your response. Kaleb hummed, nodding. 

“Is it too late to get on the evacuation bus?” Kaleb asked, tilting his head as you snorted. Hope gave a sympathetic look.

“No. I mean, I’m not gonna ask all of you to stay for this, it has to be your choice.” Hope said, silence following. Landon quickly stood up.

“I’m not leaving unless Hope does.” Landon said. Hope didn’t seem exactly thrilled as she gave a small hum. She looked at Rafael, brows raised in question.

“I’m not leaving Landon behind.” 

“You two are very codependent.” You mumbled, hearing Kaleb snicker and nod. 

“I’m a founding member of the Super Squad-”

“The fuck is a ‘Super Squad’?”

“-So I can’t bail.” MG stood up from his seat with a supporting smile. The four of them turned towards you and Kaleb.

“Y’all are gonna get yourselves killed.” Kaleb said, looking at Hope. 

“But if MG stays, I stay.” He added with a sigh, looking at you. 

“This reeks of drama and chaos so, I’m definitely staying and watching this go down.” You grinned, shrugging lightly. “But I’m not gonna be a member of this.. ‘Super Squad’ shit you have going on.” 

“In that case, it’s naptime.” Hope said, giving a small nod. 

“I’ll go speak with Dr. Saltzman. Get set up in the gym. Bring blankets, pillows, and anything else that might help you fall asleep.” Hope walked past them and Landon quickly followed. 

“Codependency is a big problem here, huh?” You shook your head, glancing at Kaleb. You grabbed one of the pillows off the couch and turned, heading towards the gym. You watched the others bring the necessary stuff, Hope and Landon entering while deep in what seemed like an argument. 

“You are gonna sleep with us, right?” Kaleb asked, noticing you hadn't made a small bed like they had.

“No.” You shook your head, arms crossing.

“What do you mean, no?” Landon frowned, brows furrowing.

“You don’t want to see me wake up from a nightmare. Accidental shifting and accidental arson isn’t pretty.” You shrugged lightly. Hope hummed.

“We don’t need a confused dragon causing an accident.” Hope looked at the rest of the guys. They lied down in a circle, slowly falling asleep one by one. Hope stepped towards you, closely watching each of them. 

“It was a shit move to bring up your mom. I’ve been on edge since dad disappeared.” You said quietly, ignoring the surprised look Hope gave you. 

“Sorry for that.” You walked away from her, careful to be quiet so as to not wake them up. You noticed each of the boys becoming more twitchy, faces contorted in confusion or fear as the hours began to pass. 

“How come you aren’t tired?” Hope asked softly. 

“You think I could sleep with my only family gone?” You looked at her with raised brows. Hope nodded, looking down to see that Rafael, MG, and Kaleb had stopped twitching as much.

“It’s almost time.” Hope turned, quickly leaving the gym. You gently toyed with your necklace, licking your lips and turning to face the boys when they all suddenly awoke. They stood and began talking all at once, making you huff in annoyance.

“Calm down, Hope’s handling it.” 

“What? What the hell-” Landon was cut off by Oneiroi and Hope crashing through one of the doors. Hope quickly got up, blowing some hair out of her face.

“Stay back, I got this.” She called, running forward and tackling the demon before promptly getting choked. 

“Yeah, she’s totally got this.” You mumbled, picking up two wooden pieces that had belonged to the now broken doors. You approached her, stabbing the pieces through the demons’ eyes. Hope let out a gasp for breath as the demon disappeared into a cloud.

“Thank you.” She coughed, rubbing her throat. 

“Next time, be prepared.” You stood, letting Landon help her up as Alaric rushed in with his crossbow. You tossed the wood aside, turning and walking past Alaric. You thought back on the urn and Hope mentioning she knew where it was. Befriending her to find it would be a problem in itself.

“(Y/N)!” Alaric called after you, quickly jogging after you. You turned to face him, raising a brow.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for helping Hope. How’d you know how to kill it?” Alaric asked.

“Like I said, dragons don’t just horde inanimate objects. I like to read as a pastime and most of the time, the books have to do with the supernatural.” You answered, shrugging lightly. Alaric nodded, reaching out and gently touching your arm.

“Thank you.. I’m sure Hope appreciates it.” Alaric gave a small smile. You nodded, licking your lips as Alaric turned and went to check on everyone. He passed by Hope who gave him a small smile and nod. She turned her head to look at you, arms gently wrapping around herself. She slowly approached you, gaze on the ground. 

“I know you could’ve just let me get hurt but.. Thank you for helping me. I know we got off on a terrible foot so, I hope we can be a bit more civil with each other.” 

“We’ll see.”

[albertasunrise]

It's Yours - Chapter 9

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Summary: You and Javier have been sleeping together for almost two years but after his name was leaked by the papers, he is sent home for investigation. You remain behind with Steve to catch Escobar but when he’s finally dead, you decide to go after the man you’ve fallen for. You don’t like what you find when you finally reunite with him.

Warnings: Fluff, Childbirth.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader

~

You were in the last month or so of your pregnancy and you were miserable. The Peña men had you refined to your bed or the couch and you were grateful. Your ankles were swollen, your back was killing you and the babies weren’t giving you a minutes rest. With bed rest though came loneliness and with loneliness came overthinking and you were starting to overthink everything. So when Javi had told you that Connie had offered to come out and stay until the babies had arrived you were over the moon.

Today was the day she was arriving and you couldn’t wait. Javier had been busy getting the house ready for the babies. The nursery had been decorated, toy army arranged and furniture had been built. So now his days were spent getting the other house ready for his dad. Chucho was there to wait on you hand and foot when he could but he still had a ranch to run so you spent most of your days alone. Javier had driven to collect the Murphy’s from the airport. Steve was coming down for a few days before heading back to Miami but Connie and Olivia were going to be with you for at least the next month.

It was a little afternoon when they arrived.

You were settled on the couch watching a nature documentary when the door swung open and two golden heads came into view. Connie almost threw herself at you, arms circling your shoulders as she squeezed you tightly.

“You’re so big now.” She squealed as she cooed over your bump.

“I’m a whale.” You sighed, pushing yourself up a little so you could see everyone better.

“You are glowing Mi Amor.” Gushed Javier and you rolled your eyes at him.

“You have to say that Peña.” You grumbled, “You’re the one who got me into this mess.”

“She’s got a point dude.” Conceded Steve, flinching when Javier punches his arm "Mind Olivia." He moaned before the toddle slapped his cheek with her little hand.

"Seems like Livie agrees with me." Chuckled the agent.

Pushing yourself to your feet, you rolled your eyes when Javier leapt to your side and grabbed your arms in order to support you as you waddled along.

“I can walk Javier.” You snapped, sighing when you saw hurt flash across his face “Sorry baby. I’m just a little fed up. Not sure if I can go another month.”

“You know it's common for twins to come early?” Stated Connie and you nodded, rubbing your aching belly as you tottered towards the kitchen.

“Yeah the Doctor did tell us and I’m praying they do. I’m getting impatient now.” You chuckled, pulling out a bottle of water from the fridge before plonking yourself down on one of the kitchen chairs, already exhausted from your short walk.

“You’re doing so well baby.” Said Javier lovingly as he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead “So proud of you, growing out little angels.”

~

Connie, Steve and Olivia were such a welcome distraction.

Steve helped Javier get the guesthouse finished and then had helped Chucho officially move in.

Connie took excellent care of you whilst Olivia and you played. She was fascinated by your bump and how it moved as the babies wriggled around inside. She loved to lay her little head on it, chuckling when she'd get nudged by a foot.

"You like that Liv?" You asked as she chuckled at you, clapping in delight.

'Ye." She squealed.

She'd started to pick up words. Now able to answer yes or no questions and you felt the maternal side of you overflow with pride and each milestone she'd hit.

"Would you like a little brother or sister Liv?" You asked as Connie popped your tea beside you before taking a seat in the armchair across from you.

"YE!" She yelled and she chuckled.

"Well, there you have it Con."

"Well actually..." She started before falling silent, grinning behind her mug and your mouth dropped.

"You're not?"

"I am." She nodded excitedly and you practically screamed in excitement, Olivia mirroring your reaction.

"What... How... wh-" You paused as you processed what she'd just told you "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, we wanted to wait till we passed the 12-week mark before we told people. You know how we've struggled in the past and we didn't want to jinx it." You nodded in understanding, knowing they'd lost a baby a few years back.

"And so everything's okay?"

"Perfect." She said as she pulled some images from her back and passed them to you.

"This is amazing Con." You said sweetly as you gazed at the photos "I'm so happy for you both." You finished as you smiled up at your best friend.

~

It was the last day before Steve was due to return to Miami and you had suggested that the men go out for dinner and few drinks. You were hoping for a relaxed evening, just you and Connie but you could tell that Javier wasn’t sure about leaving you.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” He asked, his big brown eyes making your stomach flip.

“Baby. We’ll be fine.” You chuckled “I’m in great hands here anyway!”

“Come on, you boys go have fun. Might be your last chance before the babies arrive.” Said Connie, giving his arm a friendly squeeze.

“You’ll call if you need anything?”

“Yes!”

“And you’ll take it easy?”

“Yes, Javier.” You groan.

“She won’t lift a finger for herself.” Stated Connie “Unless she needs the bathroom. There's a line.” She chuckled, eliciting a laugh from both you and Javi.

“Fine.” He said, finally giving in “You girls have fun.”

Little did you know that everything was about to change.

~

The first contraction was so mild you barely noticed it. Rubbing your belly, you groaned as you shifted in your seat in an attempt to get comfortable but as the evening went on they became more intense. You’d been warned that you might experience false contractions or Braxton Hicks so you’d decided to ignore them, convinced that they would pass.

It was around 6 when you realised that they weren’t.

“Con.”

“Hmmm.”

“I think I’m in labour.”

...

“I really appreciate you and Con coming out here.” Said Javier as he gave his friend a genuine smile “The Mrs has been really struggling the last few months so I know that she really appreciates Connie being here for the last leg of this. I honestly have no idea what I’m doing. Even Olivia's doing a better job of keeping her happy.” He chuckled as he glanced at his pops “Seems like everything I do is wrong.”

“She’s growing two people inside of her Mijo.” Piped up Chucho, giving his son’s arm a friendly squeeze “She’s entitled to be snappy.”

...

“Your contractions are close together hun.” Stated Connie, holding your hand as another one ripped through you “How close is the nearest hospital?"

“47 minutes.” You panted “Timed… drive.”

“Right well I don’t think the you’re gonna last to the hospital hun.” She stated, “Do you know where the boys went?”

“NO.” You screamed, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as you tried to breathe the pain.

She sprinted to the bedroom and grabbed a few pillows before making a b-line for the bathroom and grabbing some towels. bringing them to you in the lounge and arranging them so she could make you as comfortable as possible. Next, she grabbed the washing up bowl from under the sink and filled it with some warm water, knowing she’d need it to clean up the babies when they arrived.

“Right, sweetheart I need you to trust me.” She started as she pulled down your leggings and underwear “We’re going to have to deliver the babies here. I’m going to take a look and see how dilated you are.”

“SI.” You screamed and she looked at you in confusion.

“Odd time to scream for your ex.” She said before returning her attention to the job at hand.

“No… Call him… He could tell us where Javi is.” You panted out and she nodded in understanding, flicking through the phonebook beside the phone and dialling in the bar's number.

Silently grateful that Olivia's a heavy sleeper.

...

“Wonder what the girls are up to.” Said Steve as he took a swig of his beer.

“Probably watching crappy tv and gushing over all the baby clothes I spent a fortune on the other day.” Chuckled Javier “Si, reckon we can get another?”

“Sure thing.” Said the man as he grabbed two more beers “Another soda Chucho?”

“I think I’m good.” Said the older man “Will be bouncing off the walls.”

“Now that I’d like to see.” Chuckled the bartender as he walked over to the ringing phone and answering it, smile falling as he flicked his head towards Javier.

“What is it?”

“You need to go home.” He stated and Javier immediately started to panic.

“What's going on?” Asked Steve, pulling his eyes from the game on the screen and noting the now tense atmosphere.

“She’s in labour.”

~

‘Where is he?” You sobbed, contractions now so much closer together.

“They’ll be here soon sweetie. I just need you to breathe for me okay?” She instructed and you tried your best to do as she asked “I’ve called an ambulance too but hun…” She paused, glancing down before locking your gaze again “You’re going to have to start pushing real soon.”

“No.” You sobbed, shaking your head as tears stained your shirt “No I can’t.”

“You have to.” She said, stroking your hair away from your sweat-slick brow.

“I need Javi.” You wailed “Where’s Javi!.”

“I’m here baby.” Came a familiar voice and you sobbed “I’m right here beside you Mi Amor.”

Everything around you seemed to disappear and suddenly it was just you and him. Even the pain seemed to disappear and you cried as he pulled you in for a kiss but the moment was cut short when the worst contraction yet tore through you.

“Right hun you need to push.”

“No… I can’t.” You choke on a hiccup as you shake your head.

“Baby, if you don’t push then we won’t meet our babies.” Said Javier sweetly “You can do it, mi corazón.”

Connie ordered you to push and you did. Over and over until you were left limp on the cushions she’d so carefully laid underneath you.

“One more hun.” She said and you weren’t sure you had it in you “Come on he’s almost here.”

That was what you needed to make that final push.

With one more gargantuan effort, his cries filled the air and you let out a relieved sob as you watched her hand him to Steve so he could wash him. Not even noticing Javi cutting the cord. Chucho took his from the blonde agent after he was wrapped in one of the soft blankets you'd bought and bounced him in his arms, desperate to quiet him a little.

“How are you feeling sweetheart.” Asked Connie and you looked at her with a painted expression.

“Exhausted.”

“Well, you don’t have long sweetheart.” She said sympathetically “Your baby girl is on her way.”

She wasn’t lying either. It seemed like you had no time at all to rest before your baby girl started to make her entrance. The orders to push were repeated and you did. Pulling at whatever reserves you had left to push your baby girl into the world and when you made the final one you allowed yourself to ultimately collapse bonelessly onto the makeshift bed as you watched Javi cut the cord and hand her to Steve to be cleaned.

It took a moment for it to register.

You were so tired.

There was crying, but those were your son's cries.

She wasn’t crying.

Why wasn’t she crying?

“Why isn’t she crying?” Javier asked, staring at Connie as she checked over your newborn daughter.

She said nothing. She was calm as she waited for the tiny infant to show any signs of life but after a few minutes, she started CPR. Javier held you as the two of you watched the woman work, unable to control your emotions as fat tears started to fall. Chucho stood with your son in his arms and watched the terrifying spectacle, unable to help the few tears that slipped down his cheeks.

Then you heard the most beautiful sound.

“There you go.” Said Connie as she smiled down at the screaming infant “That's in sweetheart.” She said as she placed the wriggling baby in your arms.

“Don’t scare us like that baby girl.” Said Javier as he looked down lovingly at the tiny being in your arms.

“Don’t forget this little chap.” Said Chucho as he kneeled beside you and placed your son in your other arm.

You took a moment to stare down at your two tiny tots, forehead resting against Javier’s as you basked in the moment. Your whole body was shaking with exertion. You could smell what had happened as you pushed one of your children into the world but you didn’t care. No one did.

Your babies were here.

Everything else was irrelevant.

~

One Week Later…

You and Javier sat cuddled up on the couch, you holding your son and him holding your daughter. Connie was busy helping Chucho in the kitchen, still adamant that she stay a few weeks to help. The two of you had been struggling to come up with names. Nothing seemed to fit and you'd expected to have a little more time.

The ambulance had arrived a little while after you’d delivered and you were rushed to the hospital where they kept you and the babies in overnight. They were happy to discharge you the following day though and you’d quickly settled into a routine. You were sore, struggling to sit down on any chair that you had in the house. So you had almost sobbed when Si turned up with the most beautiful rocking chair you’d ever seen.

“Mae and I bought it when she was expecting and I dunno… I could never bring myself to get rid of it.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders as he placed the chair down “It’s supposed to be really good for breastfeeding and all that. You don’t have to keep it but…'

You stopped his rambling with a kiss on his cheek.

“It’s perfect.” You said sweetly, smiling when his eyes locked onto your son in your arms “Would you like to hold him?”

His eyes grew wide as he looked up at you with childlike excitement and he nodded eagerly, carefully taking him from you and cradling him with such care. You couldn’t help but swoon at the sight. The man would always hold a place in your heart but as Javier came to stand beside you, your sleeping daughter in his arms you swooned even harder.

“We actually had something we wanted to ask you.” Piped up Javier after a few minutes, Si looking up from your son to study you both.

“Well, we wondered if maybe, you’d like to be their godfather?” You said, watching him with hopeful eyes as he processed what you'd just said.

He said nothing. The tears in his eyes was all the answer that you needed and after a few more minutes of gushing over your son, he handed you back you little boy before stealing your daughter from Javier.

“You got names for them yet?” He asked as he bounced her in his arms.

“No.’ You grumbled, “Nothing feels right.”

“Mae and I were expecting a girl,” He said as he smiled down at yours “Had a name picked out as soon as we learned the sex.”

“What was it?” You asked as you sat down on the couch.

“Layla.” He stated, “Reckon she looks like a Layla.” He said with a watery smile, bringing her forehead to his lips and placing a gentle kiss there.

You looked at Javier. Sharing a mental conversation before he turned his head to the man and placed a friendly arm around Si’s shaking shoulders.

“She really does man.” He said, gently pinching her chubby little cheek “Layla Mae Peña.”

The man looked up at Javier and let out a choked sob before looking down at the tiny little being in his arms.

“If that's okay with you?” Javier asked and Si looked at him again.

“It’s more than okay.” The man replied.

“What about Luca for the other one.” Piped up Steve and you all chuckled, the soft moment broken by his eloquence.

“The other one?” You boomed.

“That’s my son Pendejo.” Javier jested as he gave his partner a playful punch on the arm.

“Luca and Layla.” You said, testing the names on your tongue “I think we’ve found their names.” You stated as you laid a gentle kiss on Luca’s nose.

“Does kinda sound like Luke and Leia.” Pointed out Connie and you chuckled again.

“I don’t see what the issue is.” Piped up Javier and everyone chuckled.

“Course you wouldn’t.” Teased Steve “Nerd.”

"You next Con." You said as you looked at the blonde who was cradling a sleeping Olivia on her shpoulder.

"Wait what?" Said Javier, confused by your statement "You're pregnant?"

"Mhmmm." She nodded, smirking at Javier's shock.

"Why didn't you tell me." He whined as he looked at his partner in shock.