#felt so bad for jeb

[orangechickenpillow]

The Bishop telling Jeb that "it’s a fact, women struggle more with feelings than men" after he's sat on his couch literally struggling to hold back tears while practically begging him for an answer to ease his mom’s pain...... I am filled with so much rage.

The whole “wOmeN aRe mOrE eMotiOnaL” thing is just... bad enough as it is, because obviously -- but it had an extra punch to it in this instance because Jeb is such an emotional person. In fact, we’ve watched him struggle with overwhelming emotion for a whole three episodes at this point. We’ve watched him cry, panic, doubt, struggle, and nearly break over and over again as he watches his community (and his faith) fall apart from the inside out, all while dealing with anxieties about his family -- which have been increased tenfold by the murder of a woman and child so close to home.

So when the Bishop looks him in the fucking eyes and essentially tells him “your dementia-suffering mother is just Being Dramatic because she’s a Woman” and “you’re a man so you don’t feel things as strongly as women do, haha thank goodness for that, am I right?” Is just such a slap in the face. 

[saltymongoose]

Hi coming in with another silly idea Imagine that the Player is in early Nevada, and around the time Nexus is supposed to fall they fall into a type of coma. Jeb goes through with his plan (painfully without the player by his side), Hofnarr turns into Tricky with his last thoughts begging for the Player to come back. Phobos' fight being much more easy due to the fact he thinks his god abandoned him. Then the Player comes back like "hey sorry about that" and Jeb starts wailing while Tricky goes YIPPEE and runs around them like an excited dog.

Why is everything you draw so cute omg 😭, everyone is so adorable here. It's honestly a little weird to see the Employers look so huggable, I love it.

To actually get into the scenario though, my thoughts on this are far too long to make it into a normal ask response, so you're getting some sort of unofficial hcs instead lol. Enjoy!

<The Player Falls into a Coma before the Fall> ft. Jebus, Hofnarr/Tricky, the Employers & Phobos

(TW: Yandere)

There was no warning for your sudden coma whatsoever. At most, you felt a tad more exhausted than usual at the end of the day, but this can be attributed to many different things, so of course you wouldn't worry about it. Neither would anyone else either, for that matter.

You had absolutely no idea that when you slowly fell asleep that night, you wouldn't be waking up again for a very long time.

It certainly wouldn’t take long for those you know to find out about your condition either. For one, Hofnarr and Jeb would want to recap their plan with you before going through with it, so naturally they stopped by for that. However, they find you unconscious and completely unresponsive to their every attempt to wake you. To make matters worse, there isn't a sign that you'd been awake at all in the past few days; the buildup of dust on your furniture and the letters in your mailbox shows as much.

Despite their worry, they’d eventually have to leave your side, if only to get more medical supplies and other things to help you. This opens up a window for the others in your life to finally take action, those being the Employers.

The shadowy figures had been keeping tabs on you all the time, so when you just didn't wake up, they would probably be the first to know - even if their actions came second to the Nexus Scientist's.

(You didn’t send the Deliberator a “good morning” text and he started panicking. What could possibly be so bad that you didn't speak to him? A cursory call to the worried AAHW agents the Auditor had sent to tail you was proof enough that you'd deviated from your usual schedule, and you weren't the type to ever be late.)

They were quick to take you from your home and to a more secret place, so that they could keep close observation over you.

Honestly, despite how much the Employers might brag about knowing you better than anyone else (a privilege they gained from being the first to realize your existence), they truly know little about your anatomy. However, they can tell that sleeping for full days isn't normal at all, judging by your previous behavior.

They're also far too stubborn to ask any other mortals for help as well, so they simply resigned to try to help you themselves while keeping you safe with them. They couldn't do much else, so hopefully you'd understand that once you awoke in a strange place.

Nevada rots without your guidance and the grunts you were close to were left reeling by this (unintentional) abandonment you committed.

Phobos loses much of his drive due to his own emotional frailty as he grappled with his uncharacteristic self-doubt and questioning. As it happens, this also makes him more zealous as well. In his last moments, he has a second wind, believing that if he just fights hard enough, you might decide to come back and help him in his battle against Christoff. (But you don't. You couldn't.)

Jebus' feelings are surprisingly parallel to the Director's in terms of worship and near zealotry. Except, he believes it might be his fault that you left, which only increases the fervor he has to complete his plans. It will be painful without you there, but this agony is his repentance for the sins which he has wronged you with. It is only through this that he believes you might show your presence once more, even if it’s not now.

Unfortunately, Hofnarr's transformation into Tricky was just as painful as it would be otherwise, and the pain of abandonment just makes it worse. Funny, how the pictures taken of you with him and Christoff were miraculously unscathed within Hofnarr's lab even after Tricky came to be. The zombified clown must have found some value in them, even if he couldn’t remember the complete reason why he felt so warm when he looked at them.

Of course, you did actually awaken eventually. You had no idea how much time had passed when you woke up, so seeing the Employers look so uncharacteristically worried when you woke up was really odd. You honestly think they’d be weepy if they had the ability to cry.

You really didn’t know how to react to the news that you’d essentially been in a coma for thirty years. Your first course of action is to find Jeb and Tricky to find out what actually happened since you feared your early appearance might’ve had an impact on the timeline regarding Nevada’s fall. This leads to very different reactions.

Jeb isn't one to typically show much vulnerability, but seeing you again completely shatters those walls he's kept up for so long. At first, he thinks you're just a hallucination; the culmination of all the longing he has for you finally taking its toll on his broken mind as almost a cruel joke. 

The first words he speaks to you after thirty years is a short, "You're not real", said as more of an insistence to himself than anything. But when he comes closer and you don’t disappear, and he reaches out a trembling hand to rest lightly on your shoulder, and you stay, he just breaks. The warmth of your form washes over him like it used to, and suddenly he feels an uncomfortable tightness well up in his throat as tears gather in his eyes.

You reach up to hold his taller form closer to you, sinking to the ground with him as he buries his face into your neck and sobs. His hold on you is soft, and his hands are still shaky; he's holding you like he's scared of shattering you, and he only gets weaker when you whisper soothing words and apologies to him.

Compared to Jebus, your meeting with Tricky was a lot more upbeat. It’s probably because he was spared much of the reflection and sorrow that Jeb went through due to his rather unstable mental state, but that didn’t stop him from somehow recognizing you. It’s almost like a switch flipped in his mind, and he went from violently slamming his sign into some poor grunt's face to freezing at the sight of your face.

He then tosses the sign away and almost launches himself at you to envelop you in a tight bear hug, screaming excitedly while you grin back rather tiredly. (You hope your eardrums will be okay after this.) But in the next second, he's whirling away from you, flailing his hands as he continues to talk.

It’s like being greeted by your dog after being away for months; he never stops moving or asking hurried questions about where you’ve been, intermittent with little words about how much he’s missed you.

Both Jeb and Tricky are very clingy after this. Even if they don't get along now, they're not willing to let you leave their sides after this, especially not when you go to sleep. (What if you fall into a coma again? Someone has to be there to take care of you.)

Deep down, they also have a striking suspicion that someone was behind your coma. They didn't know who exactly, but there was no other explanation to them than this. How else would you, Nevada's most powerful being, fall into such a state?

(In the near future, when you come across Hank and the others, let's just say that your scientists won't be deterred from leaving your side quite so easily. You'd been gone for thirty years, so you should only expect their companionship to remain more permanent for the coming years.)

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

As President Joe Biden mingled on the House floor following his State of the Union address Thursday night, Sen. Katie Britt (R-AL) gave the official Republican response, a stern but bizarrely delivered rebuttal that focused heavily on immigration and the economy.

The freshman senator is considered a rising star in the party. But her speech’s intense tone—with an over-the-top dramatic cadence that was delivered in a kitchen—left political operatives and observers struggling to make sense of it.

The performance was so bad that some Republicans watched the high-profile speech with a grimace. A GOP strategist told The Daily Beast that Britt’s delivery quickly became a gossip item Thursday night among operatives connected to Donald Trump—something that could have potential implications for her consideration as a vice presidential pick on the 2024 ticket.

“Everyone’s fucking losing it,” this Republican said, requesting anonymity to discuss private conversations. “It’s one of our biggest disasters ever.”

Several popular social media influencers in the MAGA camp also panned the speech; the account Catturd tweeted Britt was "awful" to his 2.4 million followers.

The setting of the kitchen table—more so the kitchen than the table—for Britt’s speech also left some seasoned Republican strategists confused.

“Senator Katie Britt is a very impressive person. She ran a hell of race in [Alabama],” Alyssa Farah Griffin, a former Trump White House communications adviser and Nikki Haley supporter posted on X. “I do not understand the decision to put her in a KITCHEN for one of the most important speeches she’s ever given.”

Olivia Perez-Cubas, the former spokesperson for Haley’s 2024 presidential bid, also said in a post on X that while Britt “is incredibly impressive, unsure why she felt the need to deliver the SOTU response from a kitchen.”

Tim Miller, the former Jeb Bush aide turned ex-Republican, called the kitchen setting “creepy” and said it made former Louisiana Gov. Bobby Jindal’s much-maligned response to Barack Obama in 2009 “look like the Finest Hour speech.”

Brendan Buck, a former senior adviser to Speaker John Boehner (R-OH) and Speaker Paul Ryan (R-WI), also acknowledged that Britt’s “delivery was unfortunate.”

“She was clearly overcoached,” Buck said on MSNBC.

Britt went for a dramatic performance with her State of the Union rebuttal, casting Biden as a failed president and arguing that the GOP was the best option for regular working families.

But the senator's delivery turned out to be so dramatic that it ended up being distracting at best and disingenuous at worst.

Allie Beth Stuckey, a conservative commentator, posted on X Friday morning that Britt had genuine appeal in coming across like "the moms at the school drop off" and praised the kitchen setting.

"But the delivery was parody-level terrible, and I promise that didn’t sway any of those suburban moms we’re trying to reach," Stuckey wrote.

State of the Union responses from rising stars in the opposing party are notorious for generating awkward, unflattering moments that can follow a politician through an otherwise solid career. Sen. Marco Rubio (R-FL) is still remembered for awkwardly taking a sip of water during his response speech over a decade ago.

The GOP strategist who called Britt's performance a disaster likened it to Rubio’s water moment—but they said Britt was actually worse and that she “lowered her stature” in doing it.

A Britt spokesman did not respond to a request for comment.

[satureja13]

Ji Ho has the deeper connection to the Bond. The craving and the urge to charge the Bond is stronger than Vlad's, so of course he felt Vlad approaching and he eagerly waited for him. It's painful for both of them (but more painful for Vlad, because the Bond hates him ^^') when the Bond is raging and Vlad feels bad because he hadn't been more aware. He hates to hurt Ji Ho. But these are thoughts for later. Now they only needed each other to touch, hold... And when Vlad pulled Ji Ho close and his breath ghosted over his neck before his lips tasted him, Ji Ho was in bliss. Has Vlad changed his mind and will they finally start a physical relationship so he could become more comfortable around Vlad? Saiwa and Jack watched them in awe.

Until... Jack sensed it first, Vlad was about to bite Ji Ho! They already overstretched the Bond too far and Vlad wasn't himself anymore! Vlad once died because of Ji Ho's poisonous blood so they have to be careful even though their Bond now protects Vlad from the poison. But we also know how fickle and vengeful the Bond can be... Jack: "Vlad stop it! You can't bite Ji Ho!" Ji Ho was shocked. Vlad wasn't about to kiss him. He wanted to bite him. Because he lost control - again. (Ji Ho looks so hurt, it's breaking my heart 😭)

Ji Ho left to care for Kiyoshi and Jeb, glad to escape this awkward and painful situation.

And the others went inside and tried to calm down so they could discuss Vlad's adventures in the Therapy Game. How annoyed Yang Mal looks! And Jack is smiling even though he's so upset because they are making baby steps forward :3 Even if it doesn't look like it. And so Vlad told them how beautiful the world was, about it's horse-eating inhabitants...

...and the threats (he means NPC Leander lol). Saiwa: "This is better than expected! The feelings, even if painful, stay in the game and don't affect us when we log out. We can explore our therapy in our own pace and if it's too hard, we can just leave. And Tiny can even managed to adress all your problematic behaviors and made them quests and offered solutions! That's just amazing!" Vlad: "What problematic behaviors are you even talking about? I wasn't there for a therapy -I was just playtesting so you can safely get your therapy!" Saiwa: "What problematic behaviors? I don't even know where to begin! Your foolish pride, your bad temper, your silly attitudes... and you're still unable to forgive Leander after all he'd done for us because you're jealous!" Vlad: "He touched Ji Ho!" Saiwa: "And what about you? You just tried to bite him! That's far worse! Ji Ho trusts you and does anything to learn how to love you and you only think of your own needs and you're unable to keep ypur teeth to yourself!"

Jack: "Boys. All we need to know is that the Game is safe and it'll help us. Because we all (!) clearly need help. I will go back." Saiwa: "No!" Jack: "Who will then? Vlad?" Vlad "No way! I've seen enough!" Jack: "Saiwa needs to supervise the computer and Tiny Can. We should wait before we send Ji Ho to not open the Pandor's Box and let out all his surpressed feelings at once. So I'm the only one left. I can do this. 'Cause I'm the Super Soldier after all!" The Super Soldier looks like he already has a clear vision of his mission ^^'

Ji Ho is on his way back home. To care for Jeb and Kiyoshi. Lost in thoughts. Yes, he knows Vlad loves him. But how deep is this love when Vlad has no control? He knows how afraid Ji Ho is of him. And again Ji Ho pondered about if Morgan was right. That Vlad was under a spell and his love for him wasn't real. Ji Ho had been so worried when Vlad was ingame, after what had happened to Jack. And Vlad's only concern is to sink his teeth in his neck. Tch. (But Ji Ho's neck still tingles where Vlad pressed his lips against his heated skin...) Vlad and the Bond are the only stable things in his life. The only things no one can take from him. He's not able to love Vlad (yet) but he tries and he can't loose him. Ji Ho is also determined to make this therapy a success - as soon as they let him.

Little Goat: 'Aww I really hoped he would kiss him!' Other Little Goat: 'Ikr! Nonetheless - it was so hot when he grabbed him omg!' First Little Goat: 'Let's visit Tiny Can and talk about some BL plot ideas for the Therapy Game!' (One of their anchestors must have been a Satyr or something ^^')

Plus: When I logged in, it was still raining. But when Vlad came near Ji Ho, it stopped! (Like last time!)

'I know your eyes in the morning sun I feel you touch me in the pouring rain And the moment that you wander far from me I wanna feel you in my arms again And you come to me on a summer breeze Keep me warm in your love, then you softly leave And it's me you need to show

How deep is your love? I really mean to learn 'Cause we're living in a world of fools Breaking us down when they all should let us be We belong to you and me'

How Deep Is Your Love - Bee Gees

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[cosmica-galaxy]

Phobos and jebus with a player that has a corset collection which only been worn when they cosplay/dress up?

KEEKEKEKEE~ ~ JEB ~ Jeb is...flustered, to say the least. I mean, when he first laid his eyes on you, he couldn't imagine that you would be so stunning to look at and respectfully admire. He expected no less with a divine being such as yourself. What he WASN'T prepared for was when you discovered that you could make your own outfits and 'buy' new cosmetic items from a grunt that Jeb has never seen before. Then, your clothes would suddenly swap on the spot. The first time he sees you in such revealing clothes, his face turns into a bright shade of crimson. Your back and your arms were exposed, along with a...temptation-inducing amount of skin showing on your chest. The outfit leaves very little to the imagination. Jeb had to exert some willpower to keep his eyes from committing sinful acts as he takes in the look and various scandalous gear. One thing he has taken notice of that appears in all your outfits...are the corsets. The sight alone was enough to make him break a sweat. They squeezed your form so tightly and molded your soft supple flesh into such pristine and alluring shapes that Jeb couldn't help but stare. As your loyal vessel, he felt it was disrespectful to stare at your form with lustful eyes. So he instead turned his attention to dismembering any grunt that dared stare at your form for far longer than they should, even more so if they compliment and catcall you. Jeb tries to resist the temptation to gawk and the urge to touch your body that is concealed by those tight garments... But even HE can desire. His imaginings wander throughout his mind as he watches your chest and bare back shuffle about in the numerous corsets...just wondering how it would feel and a growing need to know what lies beneath the cloths that kept you modest. But he's a vessel and only that. So Jeb can only dream and hope that one day he'll be able to touch your form without tainting your divine purity. ~ PHOBOS ~ The moment you walk into his office wearing such scandalous clothes, Phobos breaks his pencil in half with such a sudden steely grip as his other hand puts his leg in a vice grip. How did you become even more beautiful?! You were a looker before you found out that you could change clothes at will, but now?! Phobos could barely contain his lust and desire as he sees his godly accomplice wearing tight fitting CORSETS. The way they hug your figure and clench your supple flesh into such elegance and beautiful bonds, Phobos felt his body temperature sky rocket just at the mere sight of his Player. He tries to bury his enthrallment deep, merely shaking his head when you continue to talk as if nothing was amiss. How dirty of you...to come in here and tempt the god of Nevada? Your appearance just made him feel so breathless and starstruck, the once mouthy emperor sits silently at his desk, trying to keep his eye from committing visual sins. But he can't resist your alluring beauty. He glances at your curves and your chest, watching as you idly speak and move about his office, talking about something he's simply not paying attention enough to care about. But he watches your bare back, the ribbons that bounce and keep your body wrapped underneath like a beautiful present, and your glorious divine form underneath the garment. He could only helplessly nod along and swallow down his building saliva. It only gets worse when he finds out there's multiple versions of those corsets. Each cute, fancy, elegant, and attractive in their own ways...and Phobos would tolerate NOBODY ELSE staring at HIS PLAYER'S beauty. Any grunts that are staring long enough to make Phobos feel enraged would either get a bad scolding, if you’re present, or a maiming, if you're not present. Only another god's eye should fall upon such a treasure as the Player's body. Other onlookers will NOT be tolerated. He'll make sure of that.

[yanderes-galore]

Still a bit shy to ask right away but ay I'll give it a try since I have been quite worn out ;;;;

Maybe the Prompt for the Hoffnar's Daughter Darling this time? Since the last one was a bit vague (my bad, first time asking) Prompt like, Darling trying her best to not give away hints that she's related to Tricky/Hoffnar, and the only ones that know about are the gang except, of course, Hank-- I'm trying, I swear :""D have a nice day-

So, what I'm getting from this is Sanford, Deimos, and 2BDamned know you're related to Tricky but Hank doesn't. There's some good reasons behind that, honestly.

Also, woah, Hank talking in one of my fics? How rare-

Relations

Yandere! Hank J. Wimbleton Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Stalking, Staring, Murder mention, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship, Sadism, Hank weaponizes you against Tricky.

You were never open about your heritage. It never came up and honestly, with who you're working with, it would only cause problems. Only a select few knew about it.

Your uncle, Jeb was an obvious one even though he was not in your group. Yet you also felt comfortable telling Sanford, Deimos, and 2B. The only one in your group you refuse to tell?

Hank, the man who has a raging rivalry with your father.

You had your reasons for keeping it secret. First of all, the fear that the information would get in the way. Who knows, maybe Hank will turn on you if you said you were related to Hofnarr. You'd rather stay on his good side.

It's not like you kept in contact with your father after the fall of Nexus. After his mutation it was hard to communicate without him bringing up sadistic ways of murder. He still loved you, you knew that, it was just dangerous to interact.

You found a home with Hank's group, but were unsure of how to feel about Hank himself. You never knew if he was truly on your side or not. He also... looked at you funny.

Even when you're unaware Hank's red goggles would burn into you. Being unable to read those eyes of his concerned you. According to the others he was always strange.

Yet did he always stare at everyone with such intensity? You never saw him like this around Sanford and Deimos. Not even 2B, the grunt that patches him up all the time.

It was always you. Like he knew something you don't. Sometimes you wonder if he saw through your lies.

"I doubt he knows about it." 2B would tell you. "Although I will admit he has been acting odd lately."

It's not like you could confront him, either. How do you approach a man of his size, strength, and stature casually? You liked to stay away from him.

Hank, on the other hand, didn't want to stay away. In fact he wanted to be closer. Much to your fear....

You couldn't ignore it much longer when Hank went to your father's old lab for a mission. Only to return with a broken frame of Hofnarr, Jeb, and someone familiar. Once you see that frame in his large hand you froze.

His stare, much more intense now, digs into you when he spots you. His confrontation with you is much rougher than normal. Although, you're lucky he doesn't kill you.

"You're related to that clown?"

His tone is gruff and cold. Despite his intimidating behavior, you notice his grip isn't all that tight. Like despite him knowing who you were related to now he didn't wish to break you.

"Y-Yes... I'm nothing like him, though!"

You feel him lean down, breath hot behind his mask.

"I know."

"Then what do you want with me-"

"You. What better way to hurt that clown than to keep you with me."

"What...?"

Hank pushes you closer, red goggles still as unreadable as ever. You feel him lift your chin curiously, getting you to look at him.

"For the longest time I thought you were special. You gave me a feeling better than any killing could. If you give me a feeling so strong... I'm not letting that clown have you ever again."

Hank didn't kill you. In fact, he never even considered it. His reaction to you being related to Tricky was to keep you as far away from the clown as he could.

Such behavior did not help the rivalry between the two....

In fact the longer you were around Hank, the more intense your missions got. You assumed Hank let something slip to Tricky that he had you. Leading to the clown attacking more often....

From what you could tell, your heritage made Hank confident. He loved to use you against your father.... For what reason?

To keep you to himself and harm one of his greatest enemies. Two birds, one stone.

You were right to not trust Hank and his motives, even if he does claim you're so special to him.

[foreverrogers]

Hii Hayes!!!

Congrats on 1.5k!! 🥰🥳 Very well deserved indeed. I love your work ❤️

I'm here to ask for some austen if you feel up for it. I was out of ideas for quotes so I went into my notes app and I found this from The Cruel Prince by Holly Black:

It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time.

I was wondering if you could write something on it with Jeb Pyre (or any of your other characters I love them all).

Love ❤️🥰

thank you thank you hun!!! i don't think I've ever written a blurb so fast, this quote is so perfect!

cw: post utboh, smoking, drunken kissing, allusions to loss of faith, very brief mention of hitting knuckles as a punishment {1.5k}

austen - the queen of romance. send me a favourite quote of yours (can be anything! books, poetry, plays, songs) and I'll make it the theme of a little blurb/dialogue

he had been drunk. the first time, at least. he still wasn't used to being drunk, had spent so many years being told it was a sin.

maybe it was a sin, but he didn't care anymore.

wanting you felt a little bit like that, too. like it was wrong, like you were something out of bounds he should feel bad indulging in, made him feel like a child sneaking treats out of the pantry when nobody was looking, waiting for somebody to come scold him, hit his knuckles until they couldn't reach anymore.

it didn't help that you were younger than him, not much but just enough for it to make everything feel a little scandalous, the pretty young thing at the front desk who had caught his eye on day one.

he had felt worse about it, then, when you had first met, about seeing you and immediately wondering what you felt like, what you smelt like, what you tasted like.

he got to find out all those things, eventually, in the alley of a cop bar at midnight during a retirement party. he had watched you slip out of the back door, finds you lit by the dim, flickering yellow of the street lights and the faint glow of your cigarette. god, you were bad. bad for him. a bad idea. reaching, knuckles waiting to be hit.

you smile at him when you see him approaching, all wide and warm, red painted lips curving deliciously.

he smiles back, smaller, a little less sure. he might be drunk, but he wasn't far gone enough to not realise he was encroaching on dangerous territory just by being here with you, alone in the dark. he still wasn't even sure if you thought about him like that, the way he thought about you, takes all the half glances he had caught over the past couple of months and calls them circumstantial evidence at best.

there's no greeting as he slides next to you, back pressed to the steady brick wall. all you do is offer him your cigarette, already burned halfway down and stained lightly with your lipstick.

"i don't smoke, but thank you, though."

you don't relent, keep your hands stretched between you, ash swaying slowly to the ground. "can you be tempted?" by more than a cigarette, yes.

he looks from the cigarette to you, watches the flutter of your lashes and those doe eyes looking up at him and thinks you must be doing this on purpose, putting on a show to draw him in, doesn't think anybody could look this beautiful without trying.

he takes the nub between his fingers without looking away from you, brings it to his lips with a long, steady inhale.

you start to grin at him, at some point in the seconds of his inhale, giddy realisation that he's done this before.

so maybe he had smoked, just a little, a few puffs behind the station when things got especially stressful, enough to take the edge off but not enough to come home smelling like smoke. you wouldn't mind, he thinks, if it was you he was coming home to.

"thought you said you didn't smoke."

jeb exhales, unwavering, relaxes against the building, proves to calm the hot anxiety spreading through his veins at this new proximity to you. "it can be our secret."

your smile softens, and you study his face so intently it makes his throat close up a little.

"needed a break?" he asks, just so he can change the subject, so he can break you out of whatever puzzle of him you were putting together in your mind. "from in there?"

he offers you the cigarette, and you accept it with a hum of agreement. "i don't think the wives like me very much," you mutter, look away to breathe in one last drag before snubbing it out against the brick. "don't trust me. think all i am is a skirt and a smile to distract their husbands."

jeb doesn't know what to say, and so he doesn't say anything.

there's nothing to do now, with the cigarette gone, has to give you his whole attention when you meet his eyes again. "do you find me distracting, jeb?"

there's silence, long and heavy.

jeb doesn't know what to say, and so he kisses you.

there's no delay, no surprise. you kiss him back like you had been expecting it all along, hooking your fingers into his loosened tie and pulling him to you until he's pressing you against the wall.

you're soft, like he knew you would be, soft where his hand comes up to cup your cheek and his arm moves to wrap around your waist. you taste like smoke and liquor and sugar and you smell the same, too, the sweet cut of your perfume and your lip gloss.

jeb doesn't remember the last time he kissed someone, but he sure as hell knows he's never kissed anyone like this, hot and hot and hot, molten honey dripping from your tongue.

the heavy back door opens with a screech, and by the time the two drunken officers stumble out of the bar jeb's already sprung to the opposite side of the alley.

they both fall past without noticing you, or the thick tension they walk right through, tripping over their own feet and into the deserted main road.

jeb's not sure if he's blanched or if he's blushing, but either way he's glad you can't tell under the dim lights.

he knows by the way you watch him as he walks into the station the next morning that you remember everything clear as day. jeb can, too, does more than just remembers it, can still feel you all over him like a haunting reminder of his indiscretions.

if he thought you were distracting before, he was unprepared for how distracting you were when you were trying. and you were really trying, always coming up with new ways to corner him, to get him alone in the copy room or the break room or even just walk past him in the corridor, brush arms without catching his eye.

every time he would try not to look at you, and every time he would fail, would find your eyes already lingering and the quirk of a smile on your lips. he tries not to watch the curl of those lips, tries not to think about kissing you again.

he gets the overwhelming feeling that you're playing with him, a dangerous game of cat and mouse he's certain he's losing, on the precipice of getting eaten alive.

it's a deserted night, a sunday, and with no one to go home to jeb stays at work long after the sun has set over the mountains.

when he walks into the car park you're leaning against the hood of his car. you smile at him, like you had in the alley. you're even wearing the same lipstick. "i was starting to think you might be living at your desk."

"just, uh..." jeb furrows his brows at you, steps slowing until he pauses a safe distance away, taken aback, undeniably confused. "had a lot of paperwork to catch up on... are you... okay?"

"yeah, 'course i am," you're still smiling, sickly sweet, tone almost too innocent, the type of innocence that only exists to hide something wicked underneath. "i just didn't really feel like going home by myself, so i was wondering if you wanted to... do something tonight."

he almost misses it. by myself. "... together?"

your smile brightens, amusement in your eyes now, and you breathe a gentle laugh as you tilt your head. "yes?"

jeb has to clear his throat, tries not to draw too much attention to the way he loosens his tie a little, an attempt to remember how to breathe again. "uh, what did you have in mind?"

"i don't know, anything, really. dinner? movie?" and, after a few beats, "or you could just take me home, if you'd like."

jeb gapes at you, just slightly, the lightest purse of his lips, and he doesn't mean to but he also can't seem to stop.

"don't look so scared," you smile, back to playing that faux innocence. it's sheer now, though, jeb can see exactly what's underneath, and it takes a lot more restraint than he's willing to admit to not give into it immediately. you take a slow step forward, and then another, soft clack of your heels against the concrete ringing in his ears. "i don't bite, promise."

jeb still hasn't closed his mouth, and now you're close enough that he thinks you might actually act upon it when you look at his lips. he speaks, only because if he kisses you again he's not sure he'll be able to stop. "dinner sounds nice."

come join my 1.5k sleepover!

[springbreezc]

♡ — for @persephonyed | continued from here

the goal for jeb had always been to survive. success for him looked different than it would for malia. but that was okay. he never thought he'd be even given the opportunity to bask in the shadow of her success again. being so close to her now so unexpectedly compelled him into believing, even if just for the moment, that while he may never be a successful man, that he could be at the very least a better man. "uh, yeah, i have it in my backpack." along with the few other possessions that he now had to his name. "i more or less skimmed it," jeb admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "the terms of it weren't going to change, not unless i wanted to fight them." and that would have cost more money and more time and held back him being released. "you can give it a look if you want. who knows, maybe i did miss some clause that grants them to, like, harvest my organs or some shit." he wouldn't be surprised. his probation period would last for five years, and that felt like a prison of its own. "are there really movies like that? you'll have to show them to me." he was already growing more comfortable with the prospect of them sharing the same space temporarily. "i feel like i'll mostly just be saving you time. i can see you checking out three or four tutorials before you even tried to fix something." not that her diligence was a bad thing, glancing at the top of her head as they walked to their table. "i'm right there with you. we've kept the table waiting long enough for us. would be rude to deny it the pleasure of our ass prints on it."        

[girlwiththenegantattoo]

It's been a while since I posted on this story so you can find the last chapter Telephone here

So this is the end. Its been rewarding to be able to write for these 2 and hopefully I improved my writing along the way. Pretty sure I have good closure in this chapter but I'm tired and really wanted to get this posted so it may feel a bit rushed.

Rating: Mature (18+) Tagging @everythingbutresolved @plainlo-inthemorning

Jeb shifted for what felt like the up-tenth time, in the driver’s seat of his Oldsmobile as images of Mila played behind closed eye lids. If he ever wanted to make it to Friday, he knew he'd have to find something to take his mind off the rather risqué phone call he received earlier that day. For Jeb unfortunately, nothing really worked.

Much like Wednesday night, Thursday was filled with reading month old reports, writing what he’d claim to be reports of his own and several whiskey crystal glasses filled halfway. Friday, Jeb had spent his time locked in his office, sulking after a particular unjustified, outburst towards his secretary. He was absolutely certain that his week could not get any worse, when the shrill ringing of his office telephone was soon to tell him how wrong he was.

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Mila had only experienced what it was like to be let down a few times in her adolescence. With that came the reminder never to put her excitement or hopes in other's hands. Heartbreak, however, was a completely different story. Only experiencing such a devastating feeling once, the last thing she wanted was to feel her most avoided emotion while looking into the big blue eyes of Jeb Magruder.

He had only knocked twice, which wasn't unusual per say but they were well passed the nervousness that the unknown brought Jeb. Still dressed in his usual work attire, his tie looked to have been yanked loose, laying around his neck like a big silk necklace. Normally he'd offer a smile, no matter how unconvincing, when he was upset. Tonight however, there was no such attempt to hide the heart sinking look of sadness on his face.

Standing by the door Mila watched as Jeb walked straight to the bed. Sitting on the edge he leaned forward, placing his elbow on his knees and his head in his hands. With his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbow Mila would have admired the way his muscles flexed under taut skin but now wasn't the time. Walking closer she spoke, being mindful to keep the disappointment out of her voice. This is not about you

 "Should we do this another time?"

"I think I'm going to jail!" Jeb blurted out as he continued to keep his head buried in his hands. "I've done some questionably...bad. I've done bad things for the people, person I work for." He was ramble and shooting for honesty however, the encrypted words still left Mila confused. "I've done these things... and now I’ve been summoned to court and…and I’ll have sit there and be drilled for answers...I just I-" Jeb’s voice was now beginning to crack. As vague as Jeb was being he could have easily been talking about murder, but that wasn't him. Not the Jeb she knew.

Mila walked to the spot between his legs forcing Jeb to sit up off his knees and look up at her and for the first time he couldn't interpret the look that covered her usual soft features. Though the surprise of feeling her fingers combing through his hair had made him gasp, it was the action of her bringing his head to her stomach and wrapping her arms around him, that convinced him it was all just a cruel dream.

"Talk to me."

With Jeb’s arms now around Mila's waist she could feel his trembling body as the tears of his silent sobs dampened the front of her dress. She'd give him time to collect himself then. Maybe he'd even calm down enough to realize it wasn't as bad as he thought. With a deep breath, Jeb told her about his wife and how she left him months ago. Claiming she had gotten bored, and he worked all the time gave Mila the sense of receiving half-truth, but this was the story he wanted to tell. He told her about Watergate and how his involvement was a blind act of service for the very people that thought the least of him. Though he had gone silent for a moment it felt like there was so much more he wanted to say. When Jeb finally pulled back, he expected to see a look of disgust or even disappointment however, he found neither. Just the same comforting green eyes and look that said I understand. With the information she just received Mila decided to unpack it all at a different time. Whipping the last tear that made its way down his cheek she motioned behind her with her head. "Come take a bath with me?" A defeated head shake and the feeling of Jeb grabbing her outstretched hand was all Mila needed to know he was on board.

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"You want us to fit in that thing?" Jeb asked looking down into the empty tub surrounded by small white tiles. The disbelief in his tone had caused Mila to playfully roll her eyes. "We'll make it work," she replied, leaning over to turn the faucet on. The manner of which Jeb divested himself was solemn, making Mila want to assist in hopes of cheering him up. Adding some flirtatious elements always got her a smile but like the few men she knew, comfort came with a type of seriousness and Jeb had been no different.

Stepping in, Jeb used his heels to push himself against the back of the tub, trying carefully not to send any water sloshing over the side.

 "Ah. Scoot forward."

 It was a simple request, spoken with soft words yet it hadn't stopped the furrowed brows Jeb gave her in confusion. Taking her place behind him she signaled for him to lean back. Wide eyes and unsure movements caused Mila to finally speak again. "Jeb just trust me. Would you please lay against me?" Hesitantly leaning back Jeb kept a death grip on the sides of the tub because the last thing he wanted was to pin Mila uncomfortably to its cold porcelain surface. A huff of air, from what he only assumed was a laugh, rolled on the back of his neck as he watched Mila place her hands on his.

"Relax," she whispered kindly in his ear.

 For a brief second, Mila thought she heard a whine before he removed his fingers and slowly laid against her. From where Jeb rested on her chest, he was able to lay his head on her shoulder, leaving his long legs to bend at the knees well above the water. Soft hands roamed the expanse of his chest while Mila placed a heated trail of kisses from behind his ear to the end of his shoulder, playfully nipping where his upper arm met his clavicle. As time passed her once leisurely touch turned to determined fingers sliding down Jeb’s stomach and settling around his rapidly hardening length. Setting a slow pace, absent of any teasing, Mila was now given easy access to Jeb’s full neck as he threw his head back against her shoulder. Light nips and swipes of her tongue stretched from just under his jaw to the base of his neck, all while leaving small hickys in places she knew people would see.

 She would have been lying if she said she wasn’t a little upset when Jeb softly stopped her moments. Turning as best he could there was something that caught Mila off guard, a look that provoked a feeling she liked to keep buried. “I would really like to see… you, could I take you to bed?” It was timid and hopeful and there was no way she’d deny him this request.

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Pleasure was a word Mila understood well but it wasn’t until that night that she truly got to experience it for herself. Eager lips danced over what felt like every inch of her skin while his hands went on their own exploration. “You’re always so good to me” was whispered in one ear before he entered her and “I want to make you feel as good as you make me,” grunted on a particular hard thrust. Mila held Jeb tighter than anything she held in years that night and now it was her with tears in her eyes. After they both caught their breaths there was a tranquil silence that fell over the room. Mirroring each other positions as they laid facing each other Jeb had been the one to break the silence first.

"Is this my last hurrah before I never see you again."

Propping herself up on her forearm, Mila gave him a look akin to hurt. She never thought about the last time when it came to Jeb or how many first times there would be. But wasn’t the unspoken at that very moment not obvious? Had he not paid attention to anything they've just done, what she just did? Searching for the words Mila finally just let her heart speak.

“Jeb. I love you.”

A soft gasp left Jeb and for the first time the sight of tears in his eyes had brought tears back to her own. "What will you do when I-I don't want to do what I’m doing anymore but I don't know-" Mila softly placed a finger on his lips and it was her time to offer a teary-eyed smile. A simple "We'll make it work”, was all Mila said as she reached for the hand Jeb tucked under his pillow. After encompassing it with the both of hers, Mila continued. "I don't want to do this anymore either. I don't want to spend my time with other people or lay awake at night wondering what you’re doing or if you're happy." Removing one hand, Mila used her thumb to wipe a tear that had settled at the end of his nose. "I want to wake up to your sleepy blue eyes and kiss these soft lips before I go to bed."

"But what will you do if...if I go away?"

“I’ll wait for you.”

The answer to his question was the easiest answer Mila ever had to give because this was exactly where she was supposed to be. In the short time Mila had known Jeb she learned a lot about herself. Of all the things, the one of most importance being that Jeb taught her how to love and she taught Jeb what love is.

[reidslovely]

Writer Q&A Tag

Thank you @a-lumos-in-the-nox for the tag. These questions were so exciting to answer, I loved every minute of it.

How many complete fics/oneshots do you have (that you have not published (yet))?

Technically none. I have one chapter of a Link fic I’ve been working on forever completed. But no completed one shots or fics that are unpublished, I’m more of a work for a bit and then abandon. 

 How many WIPS do you have right now?

Anywhere from four to six

Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?

Both! I love writing requests I think it is super fun and it gives my brain a bit of a break. I like having people telling me what they want me to write. But I do also love having my own ideas and writing them down, though they do take a bit longer. 

How many fandoms do you write for? 

I write primarily for TASM/Spider-Man fandom so like one big one. But I will occasionally write for other Andrew characters here and there.

Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past, that you no longer write for? 

I’ve been writing fanfiction for a very very very long time. Since I was about 12 actually, not saying it was good but I did it. In order I wrote for: One Direction, Harry Potter, The Amazing Spider-Man, Panic! at the Disco, and Criminal Minds. And now I write solely for TASM

Do you write for ships, reader inserts, or other?

I write primarily for x readers. But I have in the past written ships, and original characters x fandom characters. Which is something I would love to get back into but I fear that with OC/Fandom Character some people would feel left out even though that’s primarily what I write and then just go back and edit to be x reader. 

Niche fandoms/characters you write for?

I guess all of Andrew Garfields random characters he’s played? Jeb, Link, and Sam are a few I have WIPs on. I’m not sure if they can go here, but I’m putting them here. 

Do you read fics as well as write them?

Duh. If it weren't for the fics I’ve read and actively participated in I don’t think I would have ever started writing. Other writers inspire me everyday till this very day, fanfic writing is all about community and I like inspire and cradle creativity into one another intentionally or not. 

What is your favorite genre (angst/fluff/whump/etc) to write for?

Depends solely on my mood and the character I am writing for. I really enjoy hurt-comfort, and fluff. Which is shocking compared to the amount of smut on my page.

What is your favorite trope (to read and/or write)?

Reading I love Mafia AU’s, College AU’s. If you couldn’t tell I’m very big on friends and lovers. I often also enjoy a supernatural au here and there and like Person A is immortal and in love with every iteration of the love they’ve had since the 1500’s.

Writing I’m pretty basic I write a lot of mafia au’s and college au’s. I write a lot of read so friends to lovers, I haven’t written supernatural on here but I would love to try it out. I also like to write fixed endings, or elaborate on endings I did not like or felt like need answers. Which is what I am doing with Link and Jeb currently.

What do you do to get motivated to write?

Music. That’s it pretty much I build playlists for characters or fics I want to write and I listen to those while writing. Occasionally pictures I feel that capture what I want to write will inspire me, but mostly music.

Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

I am a sucker for absolutely unhinged, dark Peter Parker. And I have tried and tried to write it but it never comes out good, it’s always really pitiful when I do it. But I love to read it.

Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

I really wanna write for Jeb from Under the Banner of Heaven..so bad. 

How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Since about 2013

Did you read fanfiction before you started writing?

I did, yeah! I started writing for multiple reasons but I still to this day love reading more than writing it.

Do you only post on tumblr, or other sites as well? (feel free to promote). 

I only post on tumblr (I was a Wattpad girl back in the day but I will never go back.) However, I’ve been considering writing on AO3 to widen my audience. 

What do you personally consider the word counts of "drabbles", "oneshots" and "fics" (+other?)?

This is gonna sound really dumb but I don’t have a clue. I really don’t know, I go off of whatever I feel like it is and if I see it turning into a fic or a mini series. If it is not gonna be turned into something bigger and it’s less than 1K its a drabble anything over 1K is whatever I feel like it is. 

Which do you prefer to write more? Headcanons, Drabbles, Oneshots/Fics,  Multi-Chapter Stories, or other?

Depends on how much muse I have really. I would love to make a big multi chapter story but I absolutely suck at world building. So I usually stick to oneshots/fics and then roll from there. 

Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?

That’s the Price. Not so much discontinued, just hasn’t been updated for a year because I don’t know how to write the final chapter. It technically has a sound ending but..

 What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on tumblr?

Not reblogging, It is the most important form of engagement for writers, and what hurts a little bit more is writers who go on about how important reblogging is for their fics but won’t reblog anyone else’s stuff feels like a kick in the face. 

Do you write at a particular time of day?

I do most of my writing around noon or at night because I like to be alone when I write. 

Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc. to write, or do you need silence?

I have my little playlists that get me going, they’re never consistent and usually based on whatever I’m trying to write. If I’m not in a music mood, I’ll put on a YouTube video or something to match.

Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

Nope, fuck it. We roll with the punches. 

Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

I will publish it as soon as I finish. I’ve tried to schedule them for set days but it never works when I try to use it, and if I let it sit in my docs I will end up hating it and it will never see the light of day.

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Any writer please feel free to participate!! I tag @helloheyhihowdyheya

[winnie-the-monster]

The way I really felt nothing about this episode. Idk if it's bc this show emotionally drained me these past few seasons. Or if it's bc the only characters I care about is Landon and Hope. But I just felt nothing,well no I felt highly annoyed. The only moment I didn't feel annoyed was when Landon got a message to Hope from Klaus. Other than that I just felt annoyed and it was all on Landons behalf. Like for a good second I really thought that they were gonna have Ethan stay in limbo with Landon and be like his partner to help him etc. My mistake, Ethan got to go to peace and Landon is alone in limbo forever. And even tho Kens curse is broken he's still the Ferry Man so he can never go to peace nor can he live his life either, and yes I know he can travel back and forth from limbo to the land of the living to visit Hope but that's not good enough if he still can never truly leave limbo. And if that wasn't bad enough he no longer feels anything either bc he brought Kaleb MG and Jeb back to life. They really didn't bother to disprove Landon losing a part of his soul. So he's basically like a no humanity vampire but he can never get that part of himself back.

I know this one isn't that big of a thing but it's a big thing to me. They gave Ethan not a a funeral but a plaque in the school. But they couldn't even bother to give Landon a funeral. It's not like he died to save everyone at the school, it's not like he lost part of his soul to bring three of them back to life.

😡😡😡😡 I'm so glad this show is over

[krystalkitdemi]

Wanderers

Part one

Everyone was in a panic and rushing around the industrial sector. Like Uncle Jeb had said before, Something very bad had occured. Screams met (y/n)'s ears as she ran with some of the Sheriff's boys. The MERC soldiers had armed themselves to the teeth and were standing near the entrance to the sector. They were shooting at people who looked sick and green, their actions were beastly. They were jumping on others, killing and eating them. Blood and internal organs splattered over the ground. The teen felt her body freeze at this sight. It was horrifying, how could something like this happen? One of those green beasts spotted her and ran straight for her. She felt a burst of energy and began to move, just to be caught by a hand. A loud burst of gunfire erupted from the handgun that was held in the other hand of the one that caught the teen. It was the Sheriff. "You need to run now, lil' lady.," The man said quickly to her and let her go. She ran as instructed into a part of the industrial sector that made her feel safe. (Y/n) was panting as she ran and stopped when she got to what she felt was a safe place.

Only, her shoulder was roughly grabbed. One of the MERC guys dragged her over to a containment unit that Jeb had smuggled over to the industrial sector a few days prior and threw her in, Closing the hatch before she could excape. "I'm sorry, But this is to keep you safe, Boss's orders.," the grunt said and went to the adjacent terminal before activating the tank, "Hopefully, we will wake you up as soon as we get this mess under control." A blast of cold air hit the girl, causing her to fall against the badded interior of the tank. The MERC soldier before her looked remorsefully as she looked back at him. Sheriff came to see her before she was put under. She put her hand against the glass before her eyes closed, She heard the sheriff talk before she fell completely under. "Be prepared to move the tank to the safehouse if needed."

A loud hiss sounded before the door of the tank opened. Out of the tank fell (Y/n), she stumbled to get to her feet and looked around. This was not the building she had been in before. She did not recognize anything. Bottles and papers were strewn about and graffiti littered the walls. She noticed the lights were out. Perhaps the tank lost power and that is why she was woken up. She remembered that Sheriff mentioned something about moving her before she went under. Perhaps this was the safehouse she was moved to. After getting her legs steady, she walked to a window and looked outside. A vast wasteland was spread before her. Nobody else was around. "Just how far away is this place from Nexus city?," She asked nobody in particular, "and how long have I been under?" She walked away from the window and went to explore the facility. There was not really much to note in the facility other than it was pretty large and contained multiple rooms. Rooms that held weapons and terminals. All power seemd to be shut off. Following the cables, (y/n) was able to find the Generator. It looked to have shut itself off after running for so long for a cooldown. It just needed to be started back up. But she did not know how to. This was nothing close to the dissonence she had been working with before.

Luckily, she noticed a note that was left for her on the generator. 'Flip lever twice and give her a kick to the tank' - Sheriff This little note made (y/n) smile, She smiled even more after seeing a 'kick me' sign on the large tank of the generator. She flipped the switch off then back on twice and then gave the tank a mighty kick. The thud resounded through the facility before she heard the generator roar to life. After turning the power back on, she went back to exploring. She found that the facility had been stocked up with a food rations. She was amazed that the food had not expired at all. It had to have been from the food Containment unit it was in. She had also found a main terminal that she booted up and began to explore the files on. (Y/n) recognized the various files that ran across the screen, she had helped Hofnarr and other scientists work on these very projects. The teen did not see the projects she was curious about. "Where are you Gestalt?," She asked while looking through more files. A small flash got her attention as she picked up a keycard off the desk. It was like the one she used to have in nexus city, except this one looked to have higher clearance. A note attatched to it explained that she was to keep it safe as it was important. The purple color of the keycard made it resemble one she had seen on the Emperor's desk..

Hours melted into days. The teen began to get bored from being alone and only studying the Files that were on the terminal. She was able to learn a little more about the Projects she had helped with. The girl began practicing weapons using a training program she had found in the base, left for her by MERC agents. She knew why they did, Nevada was a dangerous place for someone without weapons knowledge. (y/n) Kept with the training and improved greatly. However, she was still lonely. Days melted into weeks, weeks into months and months into years. Lonliness gripped the girl to the point she would retreat into the tank in order to pass the time without breaking her mind. Her sleep was undisturbed during these events, also making her unaware of what was happening outside of her unconscious form. She made sure she would be safe by using her keycard to lock the room she was sleeping in with scanner door. She did the same with the terminal room, that way she and her precious files could be safe.

The glass doors of the tank opened and (y/n), now aged 20 physically, fell out. She looked at the terminal next to the tank, it still had emergency power on, telling her that she had awoken five weeks too early. She got up and dusted herself off. The young woman knew she had to restart the generator. She went to the door and opened it with her keycard, before she ran towards the area that had the generator. She turned the corner that would lead her to the generator, but was stopped by a gunshot. The bullet brushed by her arm and embedded into the wall behind her. She looked quickly to see a tall figure in black pointing a gun at her. (y/n) ran as the figure shot at her once again. She ran back to her tank. That room she could lock and be safe in until this intruder left. She was unarmed and not willing to risk fighting whoever had infiltrated her home. She was stopped by another intruder. A huge buff figure who was not as tall as the other, He was in her path. The young woman turned tail and ran to the terminal room. She locked the door with her keycard. (Y/n) leaned against the door and panted, her ear up against the door.

Heavy thuds of boots stepping on the floor sounded outside the door, stalking closer and closer. (y/n) held her breath, feeling like a rat trapped in a corner. She knew that guns could not penetrate the heavy steel door she was hiding behind and that her keycard was the only way in. Her heart pounded as she kept listening. The boots stopped walking in front of her hiding spot. A tightness gripped her chest. She knew that if that black cloaked figure caught her, she was dead. She could not breathe as she knew the intruder was on the other side. From the silence came a sound. A sharp and rasping sound. It was somone breathing heavily. He was standing right outside her door. She drew in a breath and stepped back from the door. A loud impact on the door echoed around the room and hallways. Another set of boots came running after the metallic sound rang out. "Hank! You found some busters?," A voice asked. "There's someone hiding in this room, I hit them with a bullet before.," The rasping and deep voice of the one on the other side said, a metallic twang to his voice could be heard.

The lights came on and another set of steps ran up, "I got the power back on, what was that sound before?" "Hank has someone cornered in here.," The first one said, "Think you can get us in?" "I dunno, I can try at least.," The third voice replied. 'Hank' Made a metallic huff and another loud impact was sounded on the door. (Y/n) stumbled back and yelped from the sudden impact. "Hank! Kicking the damn thing won't help!," The third voice scolded, "But there is someone in there." The young woman scrambled for cover and hid behind the terminal itself. It was large and provided a lot of cover. She could nestle herself in a little nook and be undiscovered if these intruders gave up. Although, with how they were acting, they would not. She clutched her keycard close to her chest and made herself as small as she could.

To her horror, she heard the door hiss open. "Huh, I could have sworn I heard someone in there.," The first voice mused. (Y/n) heard the sound that sounded like a lighter before a sharp inhale and exhale, the smell of tobacco smoke wafted to her nose. Blood and gunpowder entered the room. These people had to have been killing before they came to her building. "First thing's first.," The third voice sighed, "Gotta retrieve whatever's on this thing, Doc thinks there's something special here from the old reports he had received." She heard the rolling chair she had sat on many times before be sat upon and roll closer to the terminal. She peeked out of a small slit and was able to see the ones who had intruded into her home. A tall man cloaked all in black, strapped with weapons and equipped with shining red goggles over his eyes. He was the one who shot her, She assumed he was the one named 'Hank'. There was also the buff guy from before, he had some sort of scarf covering his bandaged head. His torso was bare, showing off his chisled physique. His pants covered a bandaged stomach area and was covered with weapon sheathes and pouches for ammo. The one that was trying to crack into the terminal looked smaller than either of them, but taller than (y/n). He wore a visor and headphones with a mic on them. His white tank was covered with a jacket and a backpack like mechanism on his back. his combat pants were strapped with a few weapons as well. This one had a cigarette perched between his lips, sharp teeth holding it in place.

"Anything now, Deimos?," The buff guy asked. "Nothing, Sanford.," The visor wearing young man responded and stopped to look around, "Although our friend in here might know how to crack this wide open." (y/n) kept quiet as she heard her terminal room was searched through as these wanderers looked for her. She heard the loud smash of the lockers being violently opened. "What the hell? Why is there frilly shit in here?," 'Sanford' asked. She knew they found some of her clothes she had been keeping in the lockers over there. her everyday clothes instead of the sleeping shorts and shirt she was stuck in currently. She peeked out of the little hole she found and saw the big buff guy holding up one of her shirts. "It's too small for you, buddy.," 'Deimos' chuckled, "Although the pattern is cute. Wait..."

(y/n)'s heart dropped as she saw The visor wearing guy walk towards the terminal and check around the side. She tried to cram herself even further into the crevice she was in. The young woman saw a hand reach towards her and feel around. The hand fianlly reached out and grabbed her ankle before pulling. She was dragged out of her hiding spot with an undignified squeal. "There you are.," The young man said with a chuckle before looking at her face, "Whoah." He hesitated for a second before roughly pulling her up and shoving her onto the terminal chair, "Open it. And show me the files." So they were after her research files. She was going to refuse, but cold steel was pressed against her back by the tall black clothed man. It was either the files or her life, these men were going to take something. With that prompting, she unlocked the terminal and opened the files. File after file she opened. Her work and the work of her fellows in Nexus City was being revealed to these intruders.

She was kept sitting in the chair by the large buff man while the visor wearing young man went through the files. "What is all this stuff, I can't seem to wrap my head around it.," the one called "Deimos' said to nobody before directing his attention to (y/n), "Hey, You, What is this?" "Research files. Safer cloning procedures, S3lf retreival research, dissonence and the artifact. There's more that is not archived in the terminal.," The Young woman replied after some promting from the big guy pressing his weapon to her temple. "Where would the rest of the information be?," the cigarette smoking man asked. (y/n) slowly raised her hand and tapped her forehead, "I was the assistant on all these projects. All of them done by Dr. Hofnarr and Dr. Jebidiah Cristoff."

Deimos looked at the ones behind her, "Looks like we're bringing more than these files home." Sanford dragged the girl off of the chair and kept a tight grip on her. (Y/n) clawed at the large and muscular arm that was wrapped around her neck. She was being dragged through her own building. Her bare feet padded next to heavy bootfalls. She was pulled outside by Sanford and thrown into the back of a truck parked nearby. Sanford walked to the driver's seat as Deimos was getting into the pasenger's seat. "Hank, Don't kill her.," She heard Deimos say as she was grabbed by the tall man in black. She was roughly shoved into the boxes in the back, Hank's hand around her neck and red goggles gleaming. He was silent with his threat, But his rasping breaths was enough of a threat with his violent actions. The truck started up and began to drive to a new area. Hank sat down in the back of the truck, Goggles leaving (y/n) to look out over the landscape. He looked to be searching for possible enemies.

A tap on the window above her made her look up, It was Deimos. "Hey, What's your name?," The young man asked, "I'm Deimos, my buddy here is Sanford and That guy is Hank." "(Y/n).," The young woman replied, "(Y/n) Hofnarr if you want to call me that." "Hofnarr? Like that Doctor?," Deimos asked. (y/n) gave him a nod, "He adopted me and I was his assistant." She noticed hank Looked back at her as soon as she mentioned Hofnarr. He looked a little more annoyed as he went back to doing lookout. The visor wearing young man gave her a sharp toothed smile, "Nice to meet you officially. Sorry for being so rough, we were tasked with finding some files. I honestly didn't expect to meet a cute girl." "Stop flirting, Deimos.," Sanford said, "We have to get her and the files back to Doc." "Doc?," (y/n) asked. "We're part of a group called Status Quo. Doc is our handler and we get our assignments from him.," Deimos explained. (y/n) looked down at her keycard that she never let go of, seeing the light reflect off of it.

She wondered if she would get out of this situation alive.

[satureja13]

CrHappy New Year - Part 3 It starts -> here

They went very quiet after Ji Ho's song. And when they were able to clear their thoughts, they started to discuss how amazing it was and what they would be able to achieve - until Saiwa stopped them. This was a party after all. They could ponder about this next year ;) And so he started the movie. 'Happy New Year' with Shah Rukh Khan. They are all crazy for him and happily sang 'India Waale' along with him.

'Yoon toh seedhe bade. Kabhi chahe toh haathon se lete lakeerein chura O humko parwah nahi. Joh bhi kehta hai kehne de jag yeh bhala ya bura Jaisi bhi marzi ho hamari.Karte hai aisi hoshyari Par dil se yaar joh le pukaar toh jaan nisaar kar daale'

'Usually we're very simple But if we want we can steal the lines from one's palms We don't care what the world says about us, good or bad Whatever we desire we attain that by using our smartness But if someone calls from their heart then we'll sacrifice our life for them' Saiwa cuddled with Jeb and Ji Ho moved closer to Vlad. They hadn't touched yet today and the Bond was hungry...

And when the movie was over it was midnight. Good timing! Happy New Year, Boys! It's the first New Year's Eve they spend all together.

Jack went outside to be alone for a while. But Kiyoshi followed him.

We'll never know if Kiyoshi was just mimicking the others or really wanted to embrace Jack. Jack let it happen. Even though his relationship with Kiyoshi drove him into utter madness and he never felt 'this fated mates thing', he loved Kiyoshi. And he misses him.

They didn't last long after midnight. Goats had to be fed and the winery had to be tidied up early next morning... Sai and Jeb went to their room first. Sai will finally ask Jeb what possessed him to wear this outfit today... Jeb: "Don't you remember? I wore this jacket on our first date and you bought me these trousers and then we had our first quarrel because I didn't like them and..." Saiwa: "Of course I remember. But why do you wear it when you don't like it? It's so not you - at all." Jeb: "You said in the library that staid and bland isn't your style...but my style is staid and bland and..." Saiwa: "Oh Jeb! Your style isn't staid and bland. It's your style and I love it. And I love you, no matter what you wear. Do not change because I say stupid stuff. I can't believe it - you yourself said that to me when I was worried you were disgusted by the way I dress." Jeb: "So you don't prefer any of my outfits over the other? And it doesn't matter what I wear?" Saiwa: "Uhm - not so fast. I'd really love to meet my professor again ;)"

Professor: "Here I am. So what was that important you wanted to meet me on New Years Eve?" Student: "I'm still worried about that seminar..." Professor: "Don't you worry. I'll help you prepare for it."

The Room where they celebrated is Vlad and Kiyoshi's room. Jack and Ji Ho share a room on the opposite side. Jack already went over. And Ji Ho hugged Vlad good night. Ji Ho: "I will learn how to love you, I promise." Vlad wanted to reassure him that it is fine if he doesn't love him. That he is fine. But before he could say anything, Ji Ho kissed him.

Ji Ho: "Shhh..."

Ah! I wish a very Happy and Healthy New Year to you! May we get a peaceful, silent 2024. Thank you for reading, following, commenting, liking - and existing <3 You are amazing!

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🛺 'Home crappy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: 🌴 'The Expedition' from the beginning ▶️ here 🎤 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning ▶️ here 🥀 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning ▶️ here

[cosmica-galaxy]

How would skinner,jebus, auditor and tough react to coming into the real world everything looks absolutely beautiful minus the fact player is trying to deal with cookies that had burst into flames which they panic?

Skinner: The funniest thing about Skinner walking amongst the world in the Player's domain...is the fact that everything was SMALL in their world. Chairs, sofas, doorways, fixtures, and utensils were simply too small for poor Skinner to use effectively. He breaks chairs, snaps off doorknobs, and bends silverware. Despite not doing the actions intentionally, Skinner always feels bad about breaking his precious Player's things and will usually isolates himself outside while he visits to minimize any damage. It's not like it's a bad thing. Skinner would have to admit that the Player's world was...stunning. Beautiful, even! The sun was warm, the grass felt nice trailing through his gloved fingers, and the sounds of nature all around him was almost relaxing. But the sound of a flurry of panicked cries coming from in the house was enough to snap him out of it and send him rushing back inside (and breaking another doorknob) and he sees his Player struggling with a tray of very hot cookies...that were currently blazing. Among the chaos of the smoke alarm and the confused yelling of both parties, the cookies were eventually extinguished and his Player got away with only a few burns. (It still shocked him how you could now be brought to harm) Good thing he's a doctor! He'll patch you up and make sure that your pain is gone and the risk of infection is reduced to 20%! Jeb:

Jeb always finds his visits to the Player's domain calm and peaceful. The sound of the wind blowing through the healthy trees, the warming sun rays that kept his back warm, and the sound of singing birds radiating through the surrounding woods makes him take a deep breath and sigh in bliss. Oh, how he wished that Nevada was just as peaceful as the Player's world. He had to admit...he was envious of such a peaceful universe. Jeb was fighting for a world like this back in Nevada as hard as he could. He was constantly giving it his all and every time, some bastard--named HANK--kept doing actions that did nothing but plunge Nevada further into chaos. The madness had all but consumed the world of Nevada and Jeb could only clench his teeth at the bitter reminder of why his world was like the way it was. But the Player's? It was the opposite...and he envied it. Even when he sits out here under a tree in the shade, he still finds himself thinking about his mission...could he ever relax? Apparently not, as the sound of his Player screeching from within their home made him shoot up from his resting place faster than anything. He wasted no time in hurrying into the house to find the kitchen full of smoke and his Player coughing loudly and holding a tray of flaming baked goods. Using his telekinesis, Jeb yanks the tray from the Player's hands and tosses it into the sink before running the water, extinguishing the fire. he begins to inspect his Player, finding burns littering their hands as he works them over. He can only sigh in relief and use the halo to help heal the Player. At least he can protect the only one in his life that means anything to him... Auditor: The Auditor is not used to such a state. Nevada USED to look like the Player's world before a certain MERCENARY decided to meddle in the natural order of things and dissented from the norm of Nevada. The sun hurt his red eyes, the colors were so bright and vivid, and the world just seemed so...alive in comparison to Nevada. He was...envious, to a degree. This world just seemed so perfect and peaceful...as if everything was simply in order. Not a single thing out of place. The Auditor stands on the porch as he watches the long grass sway in the nearby meadow and the small robins fly near the treetops. The Player's world was merely shown in photos that he had taken, but seeing them in reality simply didn't do the photos any justice. Seeing the world with his own two eyes almost made him consider retaking the photos to see if they were even producing the pictures right. Or maybe it had something to do with what the Player had said about how "Nevada was set in the early 2000's", whatever that meant. But seeing the state of technology that the world had to offer, the Auditor could only see benefits and assets everywhere he looked. This world was a gift that the Player allowed him the privilege to traverse, and he couldn't be anymore grateful. Suddenly, the sound of the fire alarm in the kitchen alerts the Auditor to the situation going down inside the house as the Player in question pulls a flaming tray of cookies out of the oven with panicked curses. The Auditor wastes no time in teleporting into the kitchen and snatches the tray of cookies from the Player's hands and tossing it into the kitchen sink. The Auditor, as ever vigilant and worried of the Player's health, looks them over, he finds burns lining their arms. He tugs them along to go get first aid and would not take any excuse as an answer. He was here now and nothing would bring you to harm. He would not allow it.

[kellykline]

ive reread my most popular piece of writing multiple times since it was posted in 2017 and this was the first time i felt embarrassed by it which made me feel... bad! sure i have changed since then. but its a disservice to 2017 jeb who was so proud of what theyd written that they decided to share it with the world. and to the many people who've told me they like it! i guess its just something of a shock to me to have felt satisfied with it and then suddenly cringe while reading it when i never had before. whats changed in me. have i lost my sense of fun and whimsy?

[realjennyrae]

Harris (2) Family Rotation 4:

Jeb Harris took his turn with Adalyn Harris. He absolutely loves being a father and takes care of her as much as he can! All too soon, Adalyn aged up into an infant! She has Jeb's green eyes and Evie Delgato's freckles!

Evie tried out some tummy time with Adalyn, but felt so bad seeing how stressful it was! But then, she got a really cute picture of Adalyn playing on the mat. Jeb got home and took over, playing with Adalyn and putting her to bed when she's tired.

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