#it’s not for everyone but I’m cooking something

[brenwritesss]

Talent

Paige Bueckers x reader

Summary: You're a singer and join KK and Paige's live for their talent show.

“Ain’t no way,” KK’s eyes widened on the screen as she started scrolling through the amount of people that wanted to be a guest on her live. “Say psych right now.”

Paige, who had been sitting next to her, partly in frame and partly not, leaned forward. “What?”

KK whipped her head towards her, “Y/n L/n's in here Paige.”

“You lyin,” Paige whispered, hand over her mouth as she put her face close to the camera trying to see your account in the live. Paige had the biggest celebrity crush on you for the longest time and everyone found out when she made a joke about treating you right when you broke up with your ex girlfriend a couple months ago. Since then, Paige’s comments were always filled with fans tagging you and yet still, you had never liked one of her videos or followed her.

“Hey girl, I see you in here. I’m tryna guest you right now,” KK said, her body starting to shake slightly as she pressed on your profile and accepted your guest request. Paige’s face went red as she realized it was actually your account. The account she stalked so many times.

Within seconds, your profile picture popped up in the live. “Hey y’all. Wait, hold on, I'm tryna turn on the camera.” A second later, your face flashed on the screen and KK started freaking out, grabbing Paige’s arm.

“Y’ALL Y/N L/N IN MY LIVE RIGHT NOW SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD,” KK yelled, earning a laugh from you. 

“Hi KK.” You waved at her.

KK jumped up and down. “SHE KNOWS MY NAME.”

You laughed again and saw Paige leaning back on the couch, a hand over her mouth and just staring at you. “Paige I see you.”

Paige leaned forward. “Hey.” Her voice cracked and her face grew more red. You raised your eyebrows at her and the chat started going crazy.

User1: paige finally meeting her crush

User2: paige this yo chance

User3: use them rizz hands paige

“So boom,” KK said, sitting back down. “You got a talent?”

You raised your eyebrows again, shifting the camera as you lied down on your bed. “Other than making Paige flustered? Yeah I got some talents.”

KK let out the loudest laugh and Paige hid herself from the camera.

User1: Y/n knows about Paige’s crush on her y’all

“No Paige come back, my bad, I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that.” You apologized and waited to see her face on screen again. You couldn’t lie, she was gorgeous. And you were fangirling a little.

“I ain’t embarrassed,” she replied. She was freaking out internally right now.

“Yeah?” you ask, smiling at her. “Heard you said you could treat me right.”

“OH,” Paige shouted, blushing like crazy.

“Damn Paige you’re cooked.” KK sat, looking in between the two of you to watch this interaction.

User5: shoot your shot rn

“Yeah I said that,” Paige winked at you, finally gaining some confidence after freaking out.

“I always had a thing for blonde hoopers so I’m down,” you said winking back. Paige started smiling and laughing. KK hyping her up.

“Blonde hoopers because of me right?”

“Oh yeah for sure,” you joked. 

“Ight, I’ma dm you later and we gonna make this happen.”

“Okok,” you nodded and she began to do her infamous rizz hands.

“Yo, write a song about me.”

This caught you off guard causing you to widen your eyes. “Give me something to write about then.”

User1: NOT THEM MAD FLIRTING W EACH OTHER RN

User2: They gonna date, just watch

KK sighed. “Paige stop hogging her bro. This is a talent show, not a flirting match.”

Paige put up her hands in defense. “Ok fine, Y/n I’ll text you later, don’t you worry.”

“Sounds good.”

“WHAT’S YOUR TALENT?” KK screamed into the mic.

You proceeded to sing to KK as your talent on the live, her using Paige’s phone to film you and dance to your singing. After you were done, the three of you talked some more and then you said bye to the live, hopping off. 

About five minutes later, you get an instagram notification:

paigebueckers sent you a message.

[racecardilfs]

aegean - fa14 smau

fernando alonso x fem!singer!reader

summary: fernando alonso and his girlfriend break up, but is it really over?

warnings: angst no fluff! some slut shaming moments, fernando does NOT look good in this one, but theres more going on behind the scenes i promise xx

a/n: this has no specific face claim, and the songs mentioned are from a variety of artists! there will be a list at the end of the post ♡ there is a part two to this all planned out, it will be posted shortly, hopefully!

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a/n: and that's my first fic! first smau too, so i hope the formatting isn't too bad? i love when reader is friends w the wags, but i also always love to have y/n have friends outside of the paddock, so i hope no one minded! sorry if any of the wags are ooc i just rlly needed a big group of girl friends for this and idk how normal people talk. also was this just propaganda for some of my fav songs/artists? maybe 🤭i'm actually super nervous about this, so i hope you all enjoyed!!! please send me any questions or comments you have!

the songs mentioned are:

While You Were Sleeping - Laufey

Black Hole - boygenius

Lovesick - Laufey

Goddess - Laufey

Wendy - Maisie Peters

anything - Adrianne Lenker

opposite - Sabrina Carpenter

Aegean - Push Baby

Mud - Delaney Bailey

things i wish you said - Sabrina Carpenter

(I Would Have Followed You) - Delaney Bailey

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Rambles because I’m just thinking about introducing some of them to your family.

It started with Jason. Because look, this guy in my canon is RICH. He’s your boyfriend but he’s also your sugar daddy and it becomes obvious when you start wearing much nicer clothing and bringing home expensive gifts and eventually you’ll show up to your parent's house wearing a custom made outfit and they’re gonna have questions. So, you pull up with Jason one day when it’s time to introduce him, and he’s wearing what is obviously luxury clothing. He tried to tone it down, but it’s still obviously very luxurious, and his long ass hair is exquisitely done and he probably looks like he could be royalty, and your family is probably expecting him to be snooty and a bit arrogant, but he’s SO NICE?? Jason tries SOOO desperately hard to get your family to like him, so he is on his 100% best behavior possible. He helps set the table, he helps clean up after dinner, he takes an interest in everything your family says, and he’s sociable and sweet (not that he’s not normally like that around you) but it’s a bit of a shock. Needless to say, he makes a fantastic impression.

But then there’s someone like Jeff. He asks you if he should try and hide his scars, but you tell him not to. You’ve explained to your family that he was in a horrible accident and his body has suffered some bad scarring, but they don’t necessarily expect him to show up with a smile cut up on his face and burn scars across his whole body, along with other scars obtained from the job. He’s obviously a nervous wreck, he even tried to dress up, but his speech is pretty rugged and he’s obviously kind of rowdy and anxious, but that comes off as very down to earth. While your family was a bit nervous at first with his size and clumsiness and the concern about his scars, it’s very clear that he cherishes you so much, especially considering he goes out of his way to make sure you’re comfortable all night. He helps clean up, he even offers to grab everyone drinks throughout the night even though it’s not his house every time he gets one for himself, and once he settles down he starts cracking jokes and making everyone laugh. Despite starting off rough, another successful pass.

And then you have a guy like Tim. Well put together, nicely groomed, and well dressed, AND he shows up with a freshly baked pie. He’s sweet to your family, he offers to help with dinner, and he makes great conversation. Tim is an absolute gentleman and incredibly homey, and he gives off a very charming impression. God forbid you have a relative that loves fishing because my Tim is obsessed with fishing and he will sit there talking about different fish and rods and tackle and fishing spots for literal hours, and he’ll pull out his phone and show off all his photos of fish he’s caught. His fresh baked pie is absolutely loved and he even gives out the recipe and offers to leave them with other recipes as well. He’s well spoken and respectful, and Tim would literally pass any situation with flying colors when you’re introducing him to anyone. He promises that when next he visits he'll bring some fresh caught fish and make a fish fry for everyone to enjoy so they don't have to cook anything, and perhaps another freshly baked dessert.

Then we have dear sweet Toby. He’s an absolute nervous wreck. He’s worried about his Tourette’s bothering someone, he’s worried about saying something stupid, he’s worried that everyone will hate him and that they’ll demand you break up with him, and despite you reassuring him that would not happen, he’s anxious. He puts on his nicest shirt and some new pants, he brings flowers, and he hopes to God that everything will go well. Luckily, it does. The flowers are well received, and with how sweet and respectful he’s clearly trying to be, he’s welcomed in kindly. None of his tics or stuttering bothers anyone, and everyone treats him well, so he starts to relax. His more boyish side comes out, and his excitement is very endearing, and with him constantly asking if he can help out in any way, it’s obvious he cares about making a good impression and being there for you and your family. Yeah, he might have accidentally knocked a few things over and dropped some stuff on accident, but he's quick to clean stuff up and he always apologizes and makes well, and nobody really minds. He’s got a smile on his face pretty much the whole night, and before he knows it they’re already inviting him back again, and Toby didn’t know it could possibly feel this good to be accepted by your family.

Finally, I’m pulling in Slender. Obviously, he goes in his human form, and he goes by a human name, but the guy is classy. He’s very refined, wearing a freshly ironed and well put together business casual outfit. He brings gifts and is gentlemanly right off the bat. Slender is refined and graceful, and he commands the room in a very subtle way, making sure to be kind and not intrude on anything, but also making it quite obvious he’d like to get to know everyone. He makes intelligent conversation and offers assistance, complimenting your family on their home and any food he’s provided. It’s hard not to be charmed by him, with how knowledgeable and alluring he is, and the entire night goes off without a hitch. He asks your family what kinds of things they like, and promises to bring more gifts the next time he visits. He probably discusses things like books, maybe even shows or movies, and says he’ll look into anything recommended to him, and he does, and he also promises to send you home with anything he’s recommended to them as well. He comes off very well, his hundreds of years of age making him appear as what we’d call an old soul, and your family will probably ask you how you found someone like him in the first place.

[mynameismckenziemae]

All of Me

Part 12

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: You see a different side of Jake when he spends the night again.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, femdom, edging, teasing, slight exhibitionism, sexting, etc.

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“Go sit down in the living room,” Bradley insists, pushing you out of the kitchen to clean up after dinner because you cooked, “Pick out a movie or something, just no chick flicks.”

Jake helps him as you settle on the couch, eventually picking ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ as they finish up.

“Oh come on,” Bradley huffs as he sees it on the screen.

You laugh, sitting up so Jake can settle behind you. “You can pick next.”

“You don’t mind if I stay awhile?” He asks, flopping down on the couch across from you two.

“Would it matter if I did?” You tease, laughing as he tosses a pillow. “I’m kidding! Of course, you can stay.”

“Alright,” he replies, tugging at your heartstrings when he continues. “I just don’t want to intrude on your alone time together.”

“Hey,” you toss the pillow back, hitting him in the face. “You’re still my best friend. That isn’t going to change because I’m dating someone.”

“Alright,” Bradley says, glancing at Jake who gives him a nod.

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Drew calls as your movie ends, and you put him on speakerphone so the guys can talk too.

“…and then we went out on the canoes and everyone else’s tipped but not ours!” He rushes out, talking a mile a minute. “Did you guys talk yet? Jake? Are you my mom’s boyfriend now?”

“How much sugar have you had today?” You laugh, teasing him.

Jake’s smiling too. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend now. Is that-“

“Yes!” The volume of answering shout makes you wince. “Roo, did you hear that? Our plan worked!”

“What plan?” You ask, looking up.

“Nothing,” Bradley and Drew answer together.

You roll your eyes but a smile pulls at your lips. “I just can’t with you two sometimes.”

“Are you guys gonna get married too?” Drew asks, not waiting for an answer before he’s asking another question, “Oh! Are you gonna have a baby? I really want a brother, but a sister-”

“You’re getting way ahead of yourself there, little Kernsie. Remember what we talked about?” Bradley saves you from having to answer while you avoid looking at Jake.

“Oh yeah, my bad,” Drew replies. “Now you just need a girlfriend, Roo.”

Bradley laughs. “I-“

“Wait,” Drew interrupts, suddenly sounding so small, making your heart pinch. “Can we still have boys' nights if you get a girlfriend?”

“Nothing is gonna stop us from having boys' night,” Bradley says, voice thick.

“Promise?” His little voice asks.

“I promise,” Bradley replies, not looking up.

“Okay good,” he replies, perking back up. “I gotta go. We’re gonna have a campfire before bed. Love you guys!” He hangs up before any of you can reply.

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The room is quiet, heavy with emotion as Bradley scrolls for a movie. Jake lays back on the couch before guiding you back against his chest. You melt into his embrace; it feels so good to be held after years of having to be the one doing the holding as a mom.

Bradley starts snoring a few minutes later.

“He okay?” Jake murmurs as his fingertips trail up and down your arm. Bradley had quickly wiped his tears and changed the subject earlier when Jake had entered the kitchen.

“Yeah,” you murmur, looking over. He always acts so happy and carefree but you know he’s lonely. “Grief is weird. I don’t know how to else to explain it.”

“I bet,” he murmurs, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch over you both. “I won’t…I would never expect your friendship to change because of me. Or he and Drew’s relationship.”

“I know,” you smile, turning your head for a kiss. “He knows that too; I don’t think he’s allowed himself to grieve fully and big changes like this bring up a lot of emotion.”

He nods, attention returning to the movie; for a few minutes at least. The fingers trailing over your arm fall lower, fiddling with the hem of your tee shirt before tracing over your stomach.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs by your ear, making you shiver as his cock twitches to life behind your back. He trails nonsensical patterns up over your belly button to the underside of your bralette-encased breast.

It feels naughty with Bradley snoring just a few feet away, but you still arch your back in a silent request.

He chuckles lowly and obliges, pinching your nipple as his other hand slides down into the front of your leggings, groaning when he finds you already wet.

“You like this, huh?” He murmurs hotly, nipping at your earlobe as he finds your clit.

You bite your lip to keep from whimpering as you nod.

“Gotta be real quiet then,” he whispers, sliding two fingers inside you. “Can you do that? Not make a sound?”

You nod again, gripping his thigh when he curls those fingers against your g-spot as his palm rubs your clit.

Instead of getting you off quickly with the possibility of Roo waking up any moment, he drags it out; slowly fucking you with his fingers while teasing your nipples. Finally, you start to tighten, on the edge of release, but he stills his fingers.

“What are-why’d you stop?” You whisper, chest heaving.

“Thought he was waking up,” he replies, a smug smile evident in his voice.

Bradley’s snores haven’t changed nor has he moved.

You turn slightly, hand slides up behind you into his hair and tug. “Liar,” you reply, nipping his sharp jaw.

His cock twitches at your back as he resumes his ministrations, pushing you back to the edge, but he stops when you’re on the brink. Again.

“Jake,” you groan softly, frustrated yet loving this side of him you haven’t seen yet. “Please?”

He hums against your hair as the hand on your chest begins teasing your breasts again; pinching, rolling, tugging your nipples until your hips begin to gyrate against his motionless fingers still inside you.

“Come on, Jake,” you whine, bringing your hand down over his to encourage him. “Please?”

He shudders behind you before finally giving in. “God, I love hearing you beg.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you reply, sighing as your orgasm approaches rapidly. He starts to slow again when he feels you clenching but you turn and capture his lips. “I won’t let you cum for a week if you stop again,” you warn, sinking your teeth into his lower lip to send the message home.

“Y-yes ma’am,” he breathes; instantly folding as you take back the reins of control. His hips begin to rut against you as your orgasm washes over you, with nothing but a soft, breathy moan leaving your lips.

Bradley is still snoring away as you pull Jake’s hand from your pants before bringing his fingers to your mouth to clean. Jake groans quietly as your tongue swirls around the digits like you would his cock before releasing them with a soft pop.

“You get a taste of being bad and decide you no longer need to listen?” You ask as you kiss along his jaw.

“I-fuck,” he gasps when you suck on his neck, hard enough to scare him but not enough to leave a mark.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” you smile against his skin at the way he shivers.

“Yes ma’am,” he replies.

You both jump when Bradley snores himself awake.

“How much did I miss?” He yawns, looking at the TV.

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It takes a while for Jake’s erection to go down behind you, especially with the way you keep moving.

Jake picks a movie after the credits roll but you fall asleep a few minutes into it.

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The sun is just starting to shine through the living room windows as you’re gently shaken awake by Roo.

“Hey, it’s a little after 6, I’m gonna go home and shower. Thanks for letting me stay,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead. “See you at lunch?”

“Any time, Roo,” you yawn, nodding, “I’ll bring leftovers for lunch.”

“You’re the best,” he smiles, heading for the door.

“Morning,” you turn to kiss Jake awake. “Wanna take a shower?”

“Yes,” he replies sleepily, not opening his eyes while his arms tighten around you. “In 10 minutes.”

You laugh but let him hold you for a few minutes more as you listen to his slow heartbeat as the room begins to brighten with the new day.

Your own heart begins to race as you realize this is how you want to wake up from now on.

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“Shit! It’s after 7!”

You jolt awake at Jake’s words, having fallen back asleep in his warm embrace.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m sorry,” he apologizes as he follows you up the stairs. “What time do you have to be in?”

“It’s okay, I fell asleep too,” you reply, whipping off your clothes and pulling out a clean pair of scrubs. “7:30ish. My first patient is at 7:45.”

“You’re wearing those?” He gulps, looking at the first pair of underwear you grabbed and pulling up, black, lacy boy shorts that show off your ass nicely.

“Yeah, why?” You ask, turning around and seeing precum from his morning wood staining his briefs. “Oh you poor thing,” you coo, time forgotten as you walk over to him. “I might’ve taken care of this in the shower,” you say as your hand brushes over his cock and around his hip to grip his ass. “Too bad we overslept.”

His eyes close and he sucks in a breath when you land a sharp slap to his still-tender ass before you turn to get dressed.

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He pulls you in for a deep kiss that has you wanting more before you drive away. With your lead foot, you make it with 30 seconds to spare.

The morning schedule is busy and the boys are already in your office with your warmed-up leftovers when you break for lunch. It’s brief though, as they have a meeting before their afternoon hop.

“See you tonight?” Jake murmurs before stealing a kiss.

You nod, seeing him out before Sophie comes in a moment later, looking ready to cry.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Sit down,” You gesture to one of the chairs across from your dress that the boys vacated.

“I got accepted to the UCLA program to get my master’s in nursing,” she smiles tearfully.

“Oh Soph, that’s great!” You say, reaching out to squeeze her hand. This had been something she’s been working towards for a while. “Congratulations!”

“You’re not mad?” She asks, lip quivering.

You laugh, “Of course not! Why would I be mad?”

“Because I have to quit,” she replies, tears now spilling over.

“Oh Soph,” you sniff, coming around to hug her. “I’m definitely going to miss you. But I’m happy that you’re finally pursuing this. Who knows, maybe you’ll end up back here as a nurse practitioner.”

She nods as she wipes her tears before giving you all the details.

“I better go get your first afternoon patient checked in,” she sighs, “thanks Reese, for everything.”

“Of course,” you smile, but it falls once she leaves your office.

Not were you only going to miss her, but now you have to find a new nurse.

You pull your phone out to text Jake but he’s already sent one, with a picture attached.

Jake: You were right. Every time I sit down I remember what you did to me yesterday.

The picture is taken under the table, it’s dark but his straining erection is obvious.

Reese: By the looks of things, you enjoyed it.

Reese: Is that why you edged me last night? Was that your way of asking for more?

Jake: Never

Jake: Bradshaw kept moving. I didn’t think you’d want him to catch us in the act.

You bite your lip at his little act, the panties he liked so much this morning growing wet.

Reese: I know you’re lying to me. I’ll find out the truth one way or another tonight.

Reese: Before you suit up for your hop, I want a video of you jerking off.

Reese: and no, you can’t cum. 😘

Sophie’s knock makes you jump. “All set.”

“Thanks,” you reply, cheeks flushing like you’ve been caught.

You can almost hear his sigh before his next text.

Jake: …

Jake: Yes ma’am.

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A/N: I just love these two. This version of Jake is quickly becoming my favorite. I dropped a hint for Bradley’s story…any ideas?

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4:27 PM

Osamu didn’t know how to feel about spending his day off with his loving, doting wife in a shopping mall on a blistering hot day.

“y/n my feet are beginning to ache.”

Osamu whined despite insisting on carrying the 20 shopping bags of items you diligently picked out.

“haya… come on my lovely you’ll live”

you were scouting the area for a food place -

“if you’re looking for a food place, just give up, nothing will be as good as MY onigiri shop” he puffed his chest out with pride.

you gave him an intense side eye, facing him and grabbing his cheeks.

“pfft yeah. whatever you say sweet cheeks”

“I promise you I’ll make you the best onigiri when we go home, so for the love of-”

“OKAY OKAY”

giving up, you sped towards the exit of the mall.

“see the kind of effect I have on you?”

“you’re so cringe, shut up”

“you’re the one calling me stupid cringy nicknames”

“sweet cheeks is NOT cringy.”

“delusion is a scary thing”

you were quick to smack his head top, not holding back on your strength either.

“was that supposed to hurt?”

“osamu, I swear i’ll poison you the next time I cook.”

“can you even cook, it’s always ME cooking”

“fine then, let me cook all by myself today!”

“if I let you do that we won’t have a home anymore.”

…

“I’m not talking to you anymore”

you opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat with your arms crossed, not making any attempt to help load the bags in the trunk.

“relax babe I’ll just supervise you then and make sure you don’t poison me”

“you underestimate me, I’ll find a way you just wait”

after loading the bags in, he started the car and smirked at you.

“I’d be okay with getting poisoned by you anyways.”

“YOU’RE SO CRINGE” but despite saying that, you had the cheesiest smile on your face.

“my bad mrs”

after arriving home, you were quick to change and put on your husbands love heart apron.

“are you sure you wanna do this? I can make something in 10 minutes”

“NO. I wanna do this myself since you think i’m a useless lazy housewife.”

“come on babe, you know I never said that”

“shut up, watch me cook”

manoeuvring the useless tools in your hands, you were shaking the pan with the old rice in it.

your feeble attempt at making egg fried rice, wasn’t actually the worst.

“I knew I married the best woman”

you had a smug smile on your face, conjuring up an evil plan to get back at him for his earlier comment.

“yeah yeah, everyone knows that” you loaded up the teaspoon with salt before placing some of the rice over it.

“here sweetcheeks, come try some of this”

you shoved the spoon into his unknowing mouth and you cackled at the horror on his face.

not even trying to swallow it, he spat it back out onto you.

“that’s DISGUSTING”

you pouted and stood over him displeased.

“don’t look at me like that, you almost tried killing me!”

your pout cracked into a smile and you went back to plate up the food.

“I’m NOT eating that.”

“I promise it’s not that concoction I fed you”

“oh so you purposely tried to kill me, that’s fine too”

“I’m sorry ‘samu, you’re my sexy husband I would never try do that”

“pfft, cringe”

“shut up.”

staring at the food in front of him, he was skeptical.

“It’s not poisoned man just TRY IT”

you shoved another spoon of rice into his mouth, but this time, his face was of delight.

“I told you i’m a better cook than you” your arms were crossed with triumph and you smiled brightly.

“I love being married to you”

your smile softened and you just stared at him.

“I love you too.”

[afkenma]

papered love— kozume.k x g/n reader

A/N: pinch punch first day of the month no returns (started this on 1st of June)!! Hello, I’ve been struggling on who to write about next, but I think I’ll settle for the man of the movie himself, kenma!! Have you watched the movie yet? Hope everyone gets to soon. I’m retracting myself from much dialogue this time and focusing on making a reader feel what kenma’s lover is feeling, if that makes sense. enjoy :)

the only noise filling the peaceful sunset’s air rolling into the room between you and him were the pixelated sound effects of a promising tetris game he focused on clearing, and the whispering shuffles of the cards, papers and books you were allocating around in his room. you could feel your boyfriend’s back lean against your own, as you began stacking his overused notebooks into a translucent, white box. The sighs of defeat and clanking of the console as he restarted a game dissociated into a comforting nothingness that allowed you to drift into no particular thoughts, for there was nothing tugging for your attention.

then, something did. weathered, small notes began spilling out of the crevices of almost every notebook, to which you dazily disregard to your side as waste papers before you noticed the raw amount. interested, your arms clawed at a falling paper from the standard notebook in your arms, and you almost instantly brought it to your eyes to inspect it, muttering the alarmingly-careful handwriting to yourself as you read:

you could feel the body supported behind you tense up in a flinch whilst you slowly read. his head whipped around to face you, hair smacking along his cheeks with the motion. he clearly recognizes it. his stares timidly fall between your puzzled face, the confusion on papers and stationary scattered around you, and the neat assortment of all his intrusive thoughts of you, thoughts he would never be able to stand verbalizing. embarrassment was painted red on his ears as he scrambled to pick the remaining papers before you did, but you unintentionally fueled the fire burning in his cheeks when you hastily scooped them up first and began to, still confused but riddled with curiosity, read the others.

people are supposed to be difficult, so why?

your hair looks put together in that style. i want you to do that more often.

your eyes are easy to love

ill bring more cooking for you next time because i love your smiles when you eat

i saw you walking to school alone today, I’ll come with you

i wish i could do more than just think

you wish i could tell you what i think more often aswell, too.

i love you, too.

an unwavering smile spread across your face as you held your warming cheek with a tender hand, your voice slightly cracking upon the realisatlion that these small, tattered note were addressed to you. kenma nervously sits beside you with a prominent blush as his mind spins at a thousand thoughts per second, and he can’t bring his cat-like eyes to yours. incoherent muttering splatters from his lips as he begins to speak as he looks up at you but he’s interrupted by the cunning, bashful grin you wore. His eyebrows furrow and he irritatedly asks you why your smiling like that.

you laugh, a taunting yet playful giggle that breaks him out of his nervousness, akin to how your laughter always brings peace. he shyly hugs at his knees, eyes widened and slightly crinkled in a small smile as he holds himself, patiently waiting for you to finish. Soon after, you calm down and very carefully straighten the stack, lovesick eyes doting on the words he never brought himself to repeat after his embarrassing cliché confession speech.

turns out he’s thinking about you more than you thought.

[vodika-vibes]

Congratulations on your 650 followers Vodika! I bring you a request. May I please have a fairy tale AU with Jango Fett. Jango is the king of Mandalore and he hires you as his son's caretaker. As you spend more time with Boba and Jango the two of you fall in love with one another and even though you are just a commoner and Jango can have any woman he wants all Jango wants is to marry you and make you his queen.

Once again congratulations Vodika! I look forward to reading all of your requests once they are finished ❤️

Cin Vhetin

Summary: After losing your well-paying career as an in-home nanny due to a lie, you’re forced to move in with your older sister just to make ends meet. You’re about to give up on ever finding another job when your sister brings you an opportunity that you can’t turn down.

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 2958

Prompt: Fairy Tale AU

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Alright, I've had this mostly written for days now, I just couldn't get the final section to come out right. But I'm finally happy with it! So I hope you like it!

“I’m home~”

You look up from where you’re putting the finishing touches on tonight's dinner as your sister waltzes into the kitchen, a broad grin on her face. “Welcome back,” You greet tiredly, “You’re in a good mood, Rayne.”

“Of course I am, I got to see my future husband-”

“You mean the one who doesn’t know you exist? That future husband?”

“Hush, stop raining on my parade.” She spins around the kitchen, as though she’s still a teenager and not a woman nearing forty. “Anyway, I saw my beloved. And we had a conversation.”

“Oh?”

“He asked me if I wanted two loaves of bread or if one would be enough for tonight.”

“Sis, that isn’t talking, that’s him doing his job.” You counter with a roll of your eyes, “But continue.”

“It’s a step up.” She huffs as she stops spinning and flings her arms around your shoulders in a tight hug, “But, much more importantly. I signed you up for an interview at the palace tomorrow.”

“You what?!” You spin and glare at her, “An interview for what?”

“Don’t freak out,” She says as she jabs her finger in your face, “I’m doing you a favor.”

“Rayne!”

She rolls her eyes, “As you know, King Jango now has an infant son, and he needs a skilled nanny for Prince Boba. And you, my darling baby sister, are a skilled nanny and governess.” 

“Yeah, aside from the fact that I was fired from my last job.”

“Okay, so you weren’t fired because of anything you did, first of all. Those people lied about you and ruined your reputation, and this is an excellent way to repair that.” Rayne says as she places her hands on her hips, “Also, I know you’re doing your best to get a job and everyone is denying you because of the rumors, but I really think that this is the way to go.”

“If I get denied because of this lie—”

“You won’t,” Rayne reassures. “Your skill speaks for itself. And the King is rumored to be a discerning man.” She places her hands on your shoulders, “Will you go?”

You sigh, “Yeah. Okay.”

She squeals and flings her arms around you, “Oh, you won’t regret this, I know it.” Rayne releases you and claps her hands in front of her face, “Now, your interview is at the end of the day tomorrow, do you have a proper outfit to wear? I know you prefer your tunics, leggings, and boots. But do you have any skirts?”

“You know I don’t.” You say with a sigh, “I have a nice tunic and leggings that I can wear tomorrow. It’ll be fine.” Rayne opens her mouth to say something, but you cut her off, “I know you’re worried, but my clothes will be fine.”

She sighs and folds her arms, “I know, I know. I just…you’ve been so unhappy since you lost your last job. I’ve been worried.”

You make a face, “Well, the rumors weren’t kind to me, Rayne.”

“No, they weren’t.” She takes your hands and squeezes them, “I’ll leave you to your cooking, alright? I need to tend to the garden and then get cleaned up. Call me when dinner is done?”

“I always do.”

Rayne smiles at you and turns to leave the room, and then she pauses and looks at you, “Vod’ika,” you start at the familiar word falling from her lips, “Our buir’e would be proud of the woman you’ve become. I know I am.”

Your face heats and you avert your gaze, “You think so?”

“I know so.” Rayne hurries over to you and presses a light kiss to your temple. “Now, I do have to tend to the garden. Are you good?”

You smile at her, “Yeah. I’m good.” You watch as she leaves the room and then turn your attention back to the meal you’re preparing. You are so lucky that your sister is such an amazing person.  You’re never going to be able to pay her back.

The next day, your sister walks you to the palace, where you join the veritable army of other women who have applied for the position. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait?” Rayne asks as she tucks some hair out of your face, “I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure. You have better things to do than wait hours for me to finish my interview, Rayne. And I know you have some things you need to do.”

“Well, yes-”

“Don’t worry about me.” You reassure her, “I’ll be okay. I’ve done this before after all.”

Rayne sighs, “Alright. I’ll see you this evening then. I love you.”

“Love you too.” You watch as Rayne hurries into the crowd and you settle back to wait for your turn. You know it’ll be a long wait.

King of Mandalore, Jango Fett, leans back in his chair as the most recent interviewee is escorted from the room. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he tries to stem the growing migraine.

“Well, this is going splendidly,” Miles notes dryly, “Half of those women have never seen a child, and the other half would be bad fits for living in the palace.”

Jango grunts, and then drops his hand, “You heard the woman who claims that children need a firm hand?”

“Oh yes,” Miles’ smile isn’t nice, “I made a note of that.”

“How many more?”

“Just the one,” Miles replies.

“And what do we know about her?”

“She’s quite the talented nanny,” He replies, “Has been caring for children since she was a child, used to Nanny for the Kryze clan.”

Jango lifts his head, “Used to?”

“There were some allegations of inappropriate behavior. Rumors and hearsay, mostly. Though, there are quite a few notes here, from a lot of people, indicating that those rumors and allegations are nothing more than lies.”

“Shocking, someone from the Kryze family lying.”

“Hm, if only we could power your kingdom with sarcasm-” Miles counters, just as sarcastically.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jango glances at the peacefully slumbering Boba, and then looks at Miles, “Well, we might as well get this over with. Call her in.”

Miles nods, once, and leaves the room.

He’s gone for almost five minutes, though Jango knows that’s because Miles is doing his pre-screening. Something that he started after the second woman let slip that she was looking for a title and a crown.

Honestly, he’s never going to get used to these leeches. Being a member of the royal family is hardly worth all that.

He sits up when the door opens, and Miles steps into the room, looking very smug. Trailing behind him is a young woman. Her hair is neatly pulled out of her face, and her clothes are neat, but don’t hang overly loose.

And, unlike most everyone else, her gaze skips right over him to focus on Boba. 

That, by itself, moves her to the top of the list.

“The last applicant, your Majesty,” Miles says with a gesture towards the young woman, and then he bows and leaves the room.

“His name is Boba,” Jango says, “He’s only a couple of weeks old.”

The corners of her lips turn down thoughtfully, “Forgive me for saying so, but having such a young baby around so many people is not safe for him.” 

Jango leans back in his seat, and a small smirk plays on his lips. Negative reputation or not, his estimation of her is going higher and higher. “I haven’t been allowing anyone to hold him.”

“Well, that’s something I suppose.” She finally turns her gaze to him and offers a shallow, but respectful curtsy. “I apologize, then.”

“There’s no need for that.” Jango scans her thoughtfully. She is young, but she looks tired. And her clothes hang on her, as though she’s recently lost a lot of weight. Or the clothes used to belong to someone else. “You were looking out for my son.”

He picks up her resume and motions for her to take a seat, which she does.

“I have your resume here,” He says, “And, honestly, I have a hard time believing that you don’t already have a job. Nannying since you were a teenager. A qualified governess in your own right. You’ve nannied for some very big names over the years. The most recent being the Kryze clan.”

“That’s all accurate, yes.” She replies, though her lips tighten at the mention of her previous employers. 

Jango sets the resume down on the table, “Based on your qualifications, you’re more than qualified for the job.” he says lightly, “But, understand, Boba is my only son. So I have to ask about these rumors-”

She winces and her shoulders curl in on her, “What would you like to know?”

There’s something like resigned defeat in her voice, and Jango finds himself not liking it. “What happened?”

Absently she rolls the hem of her sleeve between her fingers, “I was hired as the Nanny and Governess for Korkir Kryze three months before he was born.” She explains quietly, “I prepared the nursery, made sure that the house had everything it needed, and when he was born, I was the first one to hold him. I don’t think the Duke or the Duchess ever held him.” 

“Go on.”

“I can’t remember a single instance of his parents ever being in the same room as Korkie for longer than it took for a photo op or a meal.” She continues, “When he started talking, he called me mom. The Duchess…” She trails off, “She wasn’t happy about it.” She finally says.

“They fired you.”

“And spread rumors that I was a Noble Hunter and that I tried to seduce the Duke.” She bristles slightly, “I would never. I have enough self-respect to not try and poach from another woman-”

Jango holds up a hand, “Peace.”

She quells, though she still looks very unhappy.

“What happened after you were fired?”

“I moved in with my sister, it’s where I’ve been living.”

Jango nods thoughtfully, “This position comes with a series of rooms in the palace,” He explains, you also get two days off a week, days that you can set. You will be responsible for Boba during the day when I’m working, but you’ll only need to take him in the early mornings, evenings, or at night if I’m indisposed for some reason.”

She blinks at him, “Wait, you mean-?”

He smiles, “The position is yours, we’ll work out the rest of the hard details a bit later.”

“Thank you!”

His smile widens, “Would you like to hold Boba?”

She immediately walks over to the infant and allows Jango to place him in her arms. He watches as she adjusts his weight with the ease of someone who’s been caring for children for a long time.

“Time for the grand tour,” Jango says, “Follow me please.”

You settle into your new routine with ease. King Jango is a fine father and an even better man. He never treats you as if you’re less than him, and he listens to you if you say that there’s something wrong with Boba, or if you note that something needs to be changed.

In the 6 months that you’ve worked for him, you come to realize that you’ve never been as comfortable working for a family as you do when working for the King.

And yes, there is something of a small crush there. But you would never dream of risking your job in the hopes of catching his eye.

At 6 months old, Boba can roll over in both directions, and he babbles, though he still isn’t quite at the talking stage. More importantly, he’s learned stranger anxiety. Luckily, you’re not a stranger and he reaches for you as often as he reaches for his father.

Right now, though, Boba’s asleep in his crib and you’re organizing his nursery.

It’s one of the few nights where Jango isn’t able to put Boba down for the night, though, knowing the King, he’ll pop in as soon as he’s done in his meeting.

And, true to your expectations, half an hour later the nursery door opens. 

The King offers you a tired smile, and then walks over to the crib to peer down at the baby, “How was he today?”

“A little grumpy.” You reply, “But he settled around noon time.”

“That’s good.” You watch as Jango smoothes a curl off of Boba’s forehead, “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to put him down for the night.”

“It happens,” You reply lightly, you slip a couple more diapers into the drawer, and then you glance at him, “It’s been happening a lot these last couple of weeks.” You note, almost absently.

It’s an offer for him to confide in you if he wants.

Jango sighs, “It has, yes.” He falls silent for a moment, “I know I only hired you to take care of Boba, but it’d be nice to have someone to talk to. Someone who’s not involved.”

You finish folding Boba’s clothes and put them in the dresser before you turn to look at him, “I’m always happy to listen, Jango.” You make sure the baby monitor is on, and then follow him out of Boba’s nursery and into Jango’s suites.

You sink onto one of the plush couches as he offers you a glass of juice, before he sits next to you, “The Council, and Miles, are pushing me to get married.” Jango says.

“I wasn’t aware that you had a partner,” You note thoughtfully as you take a sip of the juice and set the cup on the table.

“I don’t. That’s the problem.”

“You’re the King, if you want them to stop just tell them.”

“Sadly, it doesn’t work like that. They have lists of women who might be interested in marrying me, but—” He shakes his head.

“But you’re not interested.”

“I’m not blind, I’m well aware that I could have any noblewoman that I wanted. The problem is that I don’t want any of them.”

“May I ask why not?” You ask, curious.

“Boba.”

You exhale slowly, “Okay, that’s fair.”

“Plus, I have no interest in firing you. And the last thing I want is to put you in another situation like the Kryze situation.”

“That’s kind of you, Jango. But I really shouldn’t be a consideration in this.”

“Why not? You’re basically Boba’s mother at this point.”

You laugh softly, “That’s going to get me in trouble, I know it.”

Jango leans back for a moment, his dark eyes scanning you, “I lied.”

“About?”

“Not wanting any woman specifically.” Jango clarifies, “There’s one woman I’m interested in.”

“Okay, so you should talk to her.”

“I am.”

“Oh. Oh!” Your face heats and you press your hands against your cheeks, “Me. You mean me.”

Jango chuckles softly, though there’s nothing unkind there, “I do mean you.”

“But I’m just a nanny.”

“So? My parents were farmers, it was my adoptive dad who made me King.” Jango shifts on the couch so that his knees are almost touching you, “Boba loves you. And you’ve managed to keep me sane these last six months.”

“I don’t know anything about ruling a kingdom.”

“You don’t have to, that will remain my job.” Jango’s warm fingers brush against your cheek, “Tell me you’re not interested, and I’ll never mention it again.”

You stare at him, “I just…why me?”

“Because you’re you. Because the idea of you not being in my life makes me miserable.” Jango’s fingers slide across your lips.

“People will make assumptions—”

“Let them. So long as we both know the truth,” Jango leans in, his lips hovering just over yours, “You are the one I want. The only one I want.”

A soft sigh falls from your lips, “Jango—”

You’re not able to finish your thought, as his lips catch yours in a gentle, almost chaste, kiss. Your hands come up to lightly press against his cheeks, and then one of your hands slides to card through his curls.

Jango releases a low groan, the kiss deepening as he leans you back, so you’re lying on the couch and he’s supporting his weight on his elbows. He lightly nips your lower lip and then soothes the sore spot with his tongue.

You don’t mean to release the breathy whine at the feel of his teeth against you, but you do, and Jango practically collapses on you with a deep appreciative moan.

His lips move to your throat, and you gasp when he bites down on the sensitive skin located there, intent on leaving a mark.

You know that he would keep going and that you would let him when the baby monitor releases a little noise, and you both still at the sound of Boba waking up. 

He stares down at you, and you blink up at him, “I need to go get him,” You whisper. 

“Yeah.” Jango kisses you one more time, “We’ll have to continue this later. If you want?”

“Well,” You smile at him shyly, “I wouldn’t say no.”

He flashes an eager, and boyish, grin. “I can’t wait,” Jango murmurs as he climbs off of you and allows you to grab the baby monitor to hurry to the nursery.

And, when Jango joins you in the nursery half an hour later and wraps himself around you to watch you take care of Boba, you’re really not surprised. Just like you’re not surprised when his arms slide tightly around your waist and he holds you tightly.

You know that it’ll be a change, being in a relationship with the King. But you find yourself excited about the change, rather than anxious.

[nerdieforpedro]

Our Umbra of Life

Chapter One of Fire and Fury Series

Pero Tovar x Calista (fat/plus size OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Word Count: 2784

Summary: We meet our mercenary and dragon, both on their last legs. How will they survive? What is the cost?

Warnings: References to death, graphic descriptions of injuries, arguing, Sassy Pero, trying out enemies to lovers trope (long way off everyone), a little Spanish?, colors, time period misogyny

Notes: I wanted to try writing a fantasy Pedro character fic and figured Pero was the perfect man for the job! Thanks so much to @tinytinymenace @604to647 @fhatbhabiee and @megamindsecretlair for beta reading my first chapter for me. ☺️

Let me know what you all think! 🤭

Main Masterlist/ Pero Tovar Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Two flickering flames

I share the same sense of urgency and finality that the creature does. Can I find it in time? Do I even know how to fuse two spirits together? Are we even compatible? I may still die despite trying. But I must do something, my soft carmine glow is being replaced with pallor. That arrogant libertine believes me dead, yet I’m only two steps away from it. The smoldering one, reeks of that colorless creatin - devoid of even the kindness to kill the thing outright. He left it to suffer the same as me. It is human. No matter, it is injured, and I will need to bargain with it to keep the eternal night at bay. It will claim my soft green and slate access to the heavens, maybe I can reclaim it after this ordeal, I have lived through worse. From the human’s anguish, conviction can bloom in revenge. I may yet become we.

This means there’s still hope.

Mierda (shit)! I survived a war, countless battles, fell hundreds and men and this…being killed by a fucking dragon and now knowing that the damn things are real?! This is bullshit! What other life was I supposed to live? A sword has been in my hand since I was five years old. The coin I’ve earned, the scars my body bears, the small group of villages I finally feel welcome in. I’ll lose everything. To hell with it! I can smell my flesh cooking in my armor. That white dragon’s flames aren’t extinguishing, I still feel my insides burning. This forest’s greenery is all the same except…dammit my vision is starting to wane…water. I hear the rush of water. If I can get there and submerge myself in its healing embrace, I may be able to make it back.

Everything will not be in vain, I will live.

Iron, burnt flesh, leather and…desperation.

Two souls are on the brink of death. When they meet, is it just for survival? Can differences be bridged upon a common goal?

We wonder if they may collapse from the strain on the essence of one’s core. A soul is meant to only be tethered to a body, not stretched across two and mingled with another.

The Fall

Animals scurry away from the clear waters of the rushing river. They know that stench and it hangs in the air, growing nearer. An unknown’s demise is happening now.

The lush emerald grass crunches under his heavy boots. With each step he becomes more encumbered, dripping fresh crimson down his armor coating the green with the dark red liquid. Pero Tovar is dying. Alone. His trusted friend William is nowhere to be seen, nor is his horse for that matter. Maybe he should have given the damn thing a name. It’s not important right now. He’s within ten feet of the water’s edge. If he can just jump in, the burning to his chest and stomach will cease. It has to. He didn’t force himself from beneath the shadow of the rock that bore scorch marks from that bastard dragon’s white-hot breath just to fall short of his goal. Tovar had lived a violent life, one that began young and grew increasingly dangerous as he aged. He’s not a young man anymore. He should have been retired at this point, in his mid-forties. It’s ancient for a mercenary. A small plot of land with a house that he planned on fixing up himself waited for him. Beckoned him back to make it into a modest home. Tovar might even be able to find someone to share it with. He would need to be alive for either of these things.

With heavy eyes stained with scarlet Pero creeps toward the water, extending his sword arm. The echo from his body’s thud two feet away from the river makes him groan. He’s so close, yet, he has not the strength to pull himself forward. Tovar’s left arm remains under him, limp and burnt as he had tried to block the flames with his non-dominant hand. It was in vain. Strangely his armor only had some light burns, it was his skin that broiled underneath his supposed protection. It now caged in the heat and Pero needed both hands to remove its pieces.

“Human. Can you hear me?” It’s a soft soothing voice. Pero knows it’s either a ploy for a demon to have him sell his soul or Death mocking him for not stopping at the brothel before taking this extermination job in this village. “Human. There shall be no eternal rest for you yet. I have need of you.” He’s needed? Bah, the voice is lying. He failed to report back that the monsters are dead so what good is he now? Someone else can easily take credit, maybe William. No, he’ll come looking for him. Might he run into the white dragon too? That dumbass would and he’ll die too. Hopefully quick, not agonizingly slow like this.

Darkness is beginning to take him as is the cold. Pero cannot feel his limbs nor tell if he’s moving them. “Hmmpf, you care nothing of your life? Just to let it slip away like this. You appeared to be a warrior of some sort. Do all human warriors lay on their belly and wait for their final breath? Such a pity.” This voice, such torture before death to be mocked like this, couldn’t he have died in battle?

“I’m already in hell only hearing this voice before I die. Goddammit.” The mercenary laments.

“Are all humans fools like this? Why will you not heed my words? I am not trying to reach you for simple vexation.”

“Stop with your flowery words then. Say what you actually need. I’m not going to listen to you the entire time before I leave this earth.”

“Such arrogance from a lesser being. Had I had any other option, but I do not. I can keep you alive long enough to complete the process. It will be painful, the combining of essences. But we will both hold fast to our mortal coil yet and seek our shared purpose of revenge.”

“What do you know about my need for vengeance? Silly voice. If it means I can live, then I can find you and shut you up in addition to killing that fucking white dragon. I’ve done worse than ‘combining essence’ in my life. Whatever the hell that is. I’ll agree. I need to see, move and fight. I will not succumb without another chance at battle.”

“Counting on your need for spilling its blood was the right call. You’ll feel me enter you. Do not resist me. I shall call your name. What are you called?”

“Pero Tovar. Make it quick. There’s a bright light. I’m trying to avoid it, but it’s getting closer.”

“Do not rush me. It is my first time attempting this. Pero Tovar.”

“Just my damn luck, an amateur silly voice.”

“Call me Calista you weak mortal. I shall not suffer being called names. Once you are revived, I will teach you who is more powerful, Pero Tovar.”

“Call me Pero, silly voice Calista. Do you not know what last names are?”

“I think I shall make it hurt more just for you Pero.”

“That’s provided you can revive me and not mess up whatever essence you mentioned. You best not kill me Calista. I’ll find your idiotic voice in the afterlife and stab the throat that creates it.”

“Big talk for a mostly dead human Pero. Enough. I will begin.”

Tovar felt pressure, his entire being is forced down into the ground. He is still in the shadows and cannot see. A presence is near, that much he can tell. He notices that the aching burns from before no longer bother him, they’ve been replaced by throbbing bubbles that are pushing against whatever is pushing him down. His body feels like it’s contorting, and he screams, cursing and agreeing with some faceless voice in his final hours. Pero figured with this much pain, he could have been torn in half and not know yet. “I’m being made into a filthy demon’s plaything! Fuck!” The scar on his left eye begins to simmer, tingling before growing, setting itself ablaze. His fingers touch his face, he doesn’t feel anything causing the pain in his scar. That same voice asked how he felt with glee, this asshole was enjoying his pain. “You bastard! Kill me or revive me but hurry it the hell up!” The bubbles tingled in the shape of a hand; it was pulling at something in Pero’ chest. It didn’t feel like an organ but something even more critical.

It’s wrong that it’s being touched and bent. Kneaded with something foreign. A wave of rage and disgust washed over his body briefly before he was able to regain control of himself.

A Fighter’s Rise

His body becomes still. He isn’t sure when, but now he’s on his back and wrenching to vomit. Sitting up, Pero dry heaves before coughing. Wait.

The mercenary is sitting. The wind is on his face. He no longer smells his burnt flesh. Dull aches from head to toe, but his legs and feet are attached to him and so are his arms. The rippling waters tickle his ears as he takes in the sights. He can see everything. Out of both eyes. “Dios mio (My God)!” The gruff mercenary exclaims, slowly rising to his feet. He can stand and he doesn’t feel heavy, no pressure. “Qué pasó (what happened)?” The grass that he had been laying on is covered with different flowers. Some he could identify, others he had never seen. “Why are all of these here?”

The soldier of fortune was alive and that was the focus right now.

“I told you I could bring you back. It appears things went mostly as planned, simple Pero.” The same voice he’d been hearing ringing in his head was further away, but closing in on him. Drawing his sword, Tovar readied himself for battle.

“The flowers symbolize what has happened here. They all have their own meanings, though I doubt a brute such as yourself would appreciate their significance. Lower your weapon. Do not bite the hand that brought you back from the brink of death.” A rush of air is all that Pero’s eyes are able to capture before he’s flat on his back again, pinned by his arms with what looks to be a large woman standing on each forearm. His broadsword slices the ground next to his head, cutting a curl or two of his dark locks and drawing blood from his cheek.

Warm chestnut skin adorns her legs as a silver and mint green dress wraps her body. It’s lightweight and seemingly has no protective value. Underneath the dress he notes different shapes to her body, similar to a woman who is well nourished. Many places to hold and most appear soft. She looks to have thick thighs and legs as well, but her undergarments are smaller than what he’s seen human women wear. The skin of her thighs are completely exposed to him. Her shoulders are exposed and her fingernails are a deep crimson, almost as if they have been dipped in blood. Her eyes remind Pero of warm honey fresh from the comb with hair that calls upon the midnight hours. As she speaks, he watches her raspberry lips with shock and amusement, “Do you not see who is the greater of our pairing Pero? You will remain beneath me as the creature who is controlled by his desires.”

The mercenary grinned and licked his bottom lip, “I would say you are the one with base instincts you reptile. Pinning a man like this when speaking of desires only leads to one outcome. Whatever great being you’re supposed to be and not aware of what human men think of when a woman has her legs open in front of him.” Was he really interested? Mildly, he hadn’t been to the brothel for a warm cunt since before this latest job. Pero was trying to unnerve her since she was acting ‘mightier than thou.’ He hated those types, looking down on everyone. She is literally looking down at him though.

“You disgusting ingrate. You will not move me Pero.” Pressing the soles of her feet into his forearms, she squinted her eyes. “I am called Calista. You will show proper reverence to a dragon! Should count yourself blessed to even meet me, let alone be essence bonded with me.”

At this, his signature scowl is on his face, “I was nearly killed by a dragon and now I’m partnered with one! You damn crazy woman!” Calista drops her hips and uses her shins to continue to pin his arms. Leaning over Tovar, one hand is wrapped around his throat, her nails dug into his skin. Gripping a handful of his hair with her other hand, her breathing was beginning to quicken. The honey of her eyes became a deep jade and flames of the same color puffed out of her mouth with each exhale.

“Damn humans…degenerate, reprobate humans. That I have to lower myself to someone like you to survive…We will be together until our goal is met and Acanthus is dead - the white dragon. Be prepared lowly Pero. I shall use you until completion of my goal.”

Tovar ended up laughing at her words. He’s sure she’s serious, her claws are around his throat but the woman dragon or whatever she is, will make whatever journey this will be a funny one for sure. Huffing, Calista gets off of Pero and waits for him to stand before tossing his sword at him. The scratches on his throat heal and she clicks her tongue.

“We must discuss our predicament so you understand what I am doing for you and the both of us. Sit by the river you sought out. I will come to you shortly.”

Pero spat on the ground at her feet and nodded, claiming a seat on a large rock next to the river.

The Dragon’s Lament

Calista stood, peering up at the sky. She would miss it. She was grounded now, stuck in this human form with such a body. And tethered to this lewd and foul man. She needed to survive, but at what cost? “Great Elder Bahamut, what have I done to deserve this? Why did you only exile that vile serpent? They should have been burned to ash.” She looked at Pero’s wide back, his hair was dirty but soft and his voice was a dulcet tone that made the scales she had left vibrate.

Taking steps toward her new other half, Calista felt unfamiliar sensations. Pero made her stomach churn, she spat in the same manner he had, except blood came out with it. She wipes her mouth as her once booming voice has lightened. Still rich in its depth, but didn’t vibrate the very air. “Dammit. My wings, my voice. Does this mean my magic as well? Just to survive, just because I wanted to remain my own dragon.” The short walk toward Tovar appears endless to her, each step heavier than the next. “Weak, shifty human. Pero you must-“ Her voice cut off as she fell forward as the mercenary had in the same spot. Shivering in the resentment at how frail her body was now, Calista gasped. A boot was next to her head.

“Who is above who now, you haughty dragon? You look sick. I would be stuck with a half-dragon that can’t move.” Pero heard the thud and rose from his seat next to the water. The creature did appear to be posturing to cover for something. Now he knew, whatever she had done to keep them both alive had grave consequences for her. What did it mean for him?

“Vamos la arpía pequeña (Let’s go little dragon).” Pero slipped his arms underneath her body and turned her over. She may have been exceedingly prideful as a dragon - something to have pride in, but she was also beautiful, there were scales dotted along her skin that varied from silver to magenta. He lifted her and surveyed his area, they’d need shelter for the time being until she woke up or nightfall came. His eyes seemed sharper than they had been, he didn’t remember being able to see that far, spying a cave about three thousand feet away. “Maybe there might be something to this. Not telling her that though.”

Measured steps toward the cave gave Tovar ample time to think and consider next measures.

One who might pin Pero down…for reasons:

@tinytinymenace @604to647 @jessthebaker @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone

@rav3n-pascal22 @iamskyereads @sherala007 @morallyinept

@soft-girl-musings @readingiskeepingmegoing @bishtrouille @yorksgirl @inept-the-magnificent

@avastrasposts @perotovar @connectioneverywhere @alltheglitterandtheroar @all-the-things-2020

[wakeupau]

AU Headcannons

This is just a few headcannons about this AU. Feel free to read em, but if you do, it may ruin your experience with this story. I won’t link so much (even though I already have muhaha) but enough for everyone to know where I’m going with this. A̶n̶d̶ t̶o̶ g̶u̶i̶d̶e̶/m̶o̶t̶i̶v̶a̶t̶e̶ m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ s̶t̶a̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ o̶n̶ t̶r̶a̶c̶k̶.

RUN CHILDREN‼️

☀️ believes there’s a bright side to every situation. ♥️⚡️🌼⭐️💡🍎🌙 depend on him for reassurance. Mostly ♥️ and 🌼 though.

☀️ acts like Joy from Inside Out. A̶ c̶o̶n̶t̶r̶o̶l̶ f̶r̶e̶a̶k̶.

⚡️ and ⭐️ are great friends! They’re almost never seen apart, which is a good and a bad thing. They make a pretty good team, but everything can and will evolve into some sort of competition. One way or another. Some of it is unintentional.

⚡️and ⭐️ are also very sneaky pranksters. 💡 is usually the one who finds out in the end though.

Due to ⚡️’s impatience, ⭐️ sometimes feels peer pressured into some of the stunts he does.

Surprisingly, ⚡️ and 💡 also make a good team, the only disadvantage is that ⚡️ has a lack of… common sense.

⚡️ is impulsive.

💡 is an overachiever.

🍎 has an eating disorder, and isn’t very good at hiding it.

⭐️ can be immature and childish. And a coward.

⭐️ is easily scared.

Mischief Level:⚡️>⭐️

♥️ is very clingy.

🍎 and 🌼’s dynamic mirrors Apple Jack and Rairty’s in a way.

🌼 is a mix of Fluttershy and Rarity. Not very confident with people, but definitely her interests.

🌼 second guesses herself when she talks, especially to strangers. This also causes her stuttering.

🌼 is afraid that she is a pushover, and tries to act assertive.

🌼 and ⭐️ are actually similar in some ways.

🌼 and ⭐️ are good friends.

⭐️ is more easy to scare than 🌼

⭐️ acts tough and brave around 🌼 and⚡️

🍎 is a great cook! 🍎 loves to try new recipes and food combinations. 💡 sometimes checks to see if they’re safe to eat.

🍎 loves to cook from scratch. She plants her own fruits and vegetables.

🍎 acts like a mix of Apple Jack and Pinkie Pie.

🍎 is the to-go person for desserts.

🍎 is an early bird because B R E A K F A S T

🍎 and 🌼 make food art sometimes.

♥️ is a pretty good liar because ♥️ is the most emotionally intelligent of the critters. It also depends on what the lie is. If it’s something small like stalling for a surprise everything is okay, but if it’s something serious, the truth may be told a little too soon.

♥️ is the most emotional. She isn’t necessarily a crybaby, but no one can watch a sad scene without hearing her weep behind her hands.

♥️ is a hopeless romantic and indecisive. She goes to library trips with 💡 and he has to wait a pretty long while before she finally decides what she is going to check out. (🍎 packs snacks for them because she knows lol)

🌼 likes to design clothing for special occasions.

💡 and 🌼 have pointless arguments about overlooking details. 🌼 says 💡 is overthinking the obvious. 💡 says 🌼 is taking too much time looking for small details. If that makes sense lol

💡 can also be a control freak depending on how much a situation applies to him and/or his interests.

💡 is a perfectionist, 🌼 is more relaxed.

💡 feels like he needs to know everything, if he doesn’t, he gets very depressed and puts himself down. (Calling himself stupid, etc)

💡 obviously has no emotional intelligence. It makes it hard for him to know when to stop and enjoy the moment during his long monologues about everything.

💡 reads psychology books in order to understand emotions and habits to help himself and his friends.

💡 “studies” his friends’ behaviors to figure out better ways to help them.

💡 can’t ever really relax. When he tries to act subtle, instead of being calm, he gets very tense. ⭐️ helps out.

💡 is easily impressed. No one has to try too hard, but then again they do because he will question them.

⚡️ likes to annoy 💡whenever he’s busy by being a smart aleck sometimes.

⚡️ has been told on multiple occasions to slow/calm down.

⚡️ is a picky eater. Especially when it comes to vegetables.

⚡️ and 🍎 get easily distracted.

⭐️ has a massive ego./j

⭐️ talks to ♥️ about his narcissistic tendencies and takes her advice to be better.

⭐️ can be a pain in the neck.

⭐️ holds grudges and will use them against whoever caused them at any given time.

♥️ and 🍎 love making Valentines’ gifts. Especially “heart-shaped, chocolate chip, doubled stuffed cookies” The first bite is Heaven, the second you’re actually there.

♥️ and 🍎 still say they’re not sweet enough as a joke when everyone else is literally bouncing off the walls because the sugar made them hyper.

♥️ and 🍎 are also good at party planning.

♥️ and 💡 also have quarrels. Book smarts vs emotional intelligence.

♥️ is like the therapist friend, but if anyone overshares, she will make sure they’re okay.

♥️,🌼, ⚡️and 🍎 are great at decorating.

If there’s ever a song, ♥️, 🍎, ⚡️, ⭐️ (barely) or ☀️ are the lead singer or start the song. (It’s almost always ☀️ or ♥️)

♥️ is better at giving motivational speeches than ☀️ ☀️ and ♥️ are like the dad and mom of the group. (NO SHIP THOUGH)

☀️ and 🌙 are great friends, or at least, in the best way they can be…

☀️ believes he’s doing the right thing, 🌙 is afraid to tell him otherwise.

☀️ doesn’t necessarily have anger issues, but if he’s too overwhelmed, he may snap or talk in a loud, irritated manner. His friends get startled or shocked by it whenever it’s all of a sudden.

☀️ tries his best to be easygoing.

☀️ isn’t good at hiding his stress, nor his problems.

☀️ needs help and guidance, but is afraid to ask because he’s the leader.

☀️ makes sure everyone knows who’s in charge. He literally owns that title like a trophy. (Considering the fact that ☀️ doesn’t have a specialty)

☀️ can get very emotional. Not as much as ♥️ though.

🌙 gets very anxious around his friends and doesn’t know why. 🌙 just feels a wave of depression when he’s around them, especially around ☀️

🌙 is in somewhat denial, he clings to ☀️ and asks his opinion on almost everything.

🌙 is scared he’s doing something wrong.

🌙 is miserable, no one really notices because he’s always smiling. 🌙 is also the least expressive out of the bunch as shown on promotional material.

🌙 gets confused between the the series and the reality.

🌙 is dissociative when he is overwhelmed.

🌙 is a night owl.

🌙 is more of a follower than a leader.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

could you do a Peter steele x fem reader? <3

A/n: every now and then I’m reminded of how much I love this man he’s so pretty like I can’t

Warnings: smut, size kink bc you legally can’t write Peter without it I refuse, fingering (f receiving), I wrote this over a few weeks and forget what I wrote so if I missed something please let me know otherwise enjoy!

You'd been hired to help out with Type O Negative's new record. They'd rented out a place with a recording area and some rooms, a kitchen and a few bathrooms. You were just there to cook, clean, help out with what they asked.

When you were looking for a job this description was strange but the money was good.

You didn't know who Type O Negative was or the members so you were terrified to find out that the lead singer and bassist was 6'8. He dwarfed everyone, made you feel miniature.

You tried your best to avoid him and barely made eye contact, mostly because you didn't want to hurt your neck. Also because Peter had a habit of standing too close to you, anytime you tried to look up you were in a shadow under his chest.

It terrified you.

What's more is you couldn't shake the thought of him sneaking into your room late at night, covering your mouth with his big hand so he could bruise your insides without a worry that others would hear you.

The band was currently recording a song, you had heard Peter's deep voice vibrating the walls earlier, since then it was mostly instruments.

Kenny had asked you to make some pizza, "we thought about ordering but we couldn't decide which place to get it from." He'd told you. You accepted the request and got to work on their food.

You were just pushing the meal into the oven when you heard a voice that made you jump. "You dance when you cook?" You had a hand on your chest as you turned to see Peter leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you with a smirk, eyeing your body.

"Huh?" You asked, acting dumb. You'd always been told to make food while you were in a good mood, some old thing about bad energies burning food. So, you'd put on the radio and dance.

Peter chuckled and shook his head. "Pizza's almost ready?" He asked. You nodded.

"Just give it a few minutes." You went to the fridge to get yourself something to drink.

You felt Peter come up behind you, towering over you and leaning down to your ear. "Why do you do that?" You didn't say anything, staring into the fridge with wide eyes as Peter's hot breath fanned over your cheek. His one hand went to your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze while his other arm leaned on the fridge above your head. "always avoiding me, you get quiet and cold." He said.

"Why?" He was like a growl in your ear. His tongue moved past his lips and traced the shell of your ear, drawing a shaky breath from you.

Peter let out a soft hum. "Oh, that's it, huh?" He trailed his tongue down from your earlobe to your collarbone. "Needy little thing, aren't you?" The hand that rested on your hip moved to your stomach and dipped under your waistband and into your panties.

You gasped, your back already arching in anticipation. Peter grinned and started kissing up your neck. He pulled you away from the fridge and closed the door. He held you close with his strong arm while his calloused fingers started toying with your clit.

His kisses became more aggressive, so did the movement of his fingers and his grip on you got tighter. You could feel his hard-on against your back, thick and lengthy.

Fuck, he was so hot. His grunts as he rubbed himself against you, his firm hold on your body and thoughts. You wanted him inside you. You needed him inside of you.

You could feel a knot building in your gut but before you came Peter pulled his hand out of your pants. "Naughty girl, thinking she could just cum like that?" You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. Peter chuckled at your obedience. "Good girl, now on your knees." He smacked your ass.

It took you a second for you mind to catch up with you and you got on your knees in front of him. Peter pulled his hard cock out of his jeans and tapped the tip against your cheek. He was so big, so big you were scared to think of how it would fit in your mouth, never mind you cunt...

"Just open your mouth and try not to gag." You had no idea how you were supposed to take him and not gag. You didn't get a chance to think too much about it before Peter pushed himself past your lips. You only managed to take half of him before your had to push him back.

His low chuckle sounded again. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” His hand cradled the back of your head, he used your mouth as his own fleshlight. You gagged around him even though he asked you not to, he didn’t same to mind as every time it drew a guttural moan from him.

He twitched down your throat, a wetness pooled between your thighs.

Before he came he pulled out, you coughed and wiped your mouth.

Peter pulled you up, aggressively ripping your clothes off and tossing them aside as he bit up and down your neck, your collarbone. Leaving dark marks with two prominent teeth marks, like a vampire.

You could barely keep your mouth shut with how much you were moaning, how good he made you feel. Small, fragile. His.

He hoisted you up and held you close and he pushed his tip into you. You gasped loudly and shook your head. “S’not gonna fit, too big” You whined, Peter just laughed and pushed deeper into you, only stopping when he was halfway.

He stretched you out so much, he hit every spot without even trying. “See?” He asked, sweetly kissing your cheek. “Not that bad, hm?”

Your arms wrapped around his neck. You were mesmerized by his perfect green eyes, sharply drawn face and those fangs.

You nearly came as he bottomed out. You could feel him pushing against your stomach, making a bulge which you just had to feel.

There was no grace period. Peter pushed you against the wall and slammed his hips into yours over and over again. The kitchen filled with your loud moans and skin slapping skin.

Peter had your legs over his shoulders, his teeth practically sunk into the space where your neck and shoulder connected, drawing lewder sounds from you as you begged and begged even when your brain couldn’t comprehend words anymore.

You clenched around him as the knot in your stomach quickly came undone. Pleasure shot through you, rocking your body and you clung to Peter, clawing at him all while he laughed with a tone that carried such pity.

Tears dripped down your cheeks when you realized he wasn't stopping. Your head fell to his shoulder and you watched as the bump on your stomach returned before leaving again and again.

Peter's deep grunts in your ear had your mind spinning as he continued to pull more sounds from you, promising that every time he got you over the edge it would be the last just for him to tell you another one when you were barely over that one.

This was exactly what you wanted. Your body hurt but your cunt kept sucking him in, tears streaming down your cheeks as you begged for more.

Finally, after the nth time you'd cum, you felt him twitching inside of you. Wanting to help him you tried kissing his neck, instead ending up just weakly licking him. It didn’t matter and soon you felt his hot cum hitting your gummy walls.

It was really only then you realized you hadn’t used protection. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, your body was too weak to do anything about it even if you wanted to.

You’d thought he’d just drop you and walk off. Instead he carried you up to his room, gently setting you down on his bed before he went to get a wet rag to clean you up.

He was so gentle. Even with his big hands, littered with callouses, he was so sweet with you. He was especially careful around sensitive areas, making sure to praise you all the while until he crawled into bed with you.

He held you close, holding you on top of him like he was your mattress. You cling to him as he continues to praise you. “I knew you’d be loud.” He muttered.

Tiredly you looked up at him. “Why’s that?” You asked, voice soft.

“We we’re looking for something to put in the background of a solo.” He explained. You wanted to ask questions, be mad, but his hand was playing with your hair, lightly scratching you scalp and you just couldn’t keep yourself awake.

Sure enough when you woke up later Peter wasn’t there. You thought about going back to sleep but you wanted to know more about this song you were supposedly in.

You took the blanket with you as you made your way through the house and to the recording room. Peter was on the couch and gestured for you to sit with him so you did, curling up in his lap and nuzzling into him as his arms wrapped around you.

“Hey, play the song.” He said. Your eyes were closed and you were about to fall asleep again. The song started nice and soft which didn’t help, Peters deep voice echoing in your head. Right up until you heard yourself calling out for him.

Your eyes shot open and your cheeks heated up. You looked up to Peter who was just smiling proudly at his work. “Don’t worry, you’ll get paid your fair share.” He promised, moving your head back to his chest and letting you sleep some more.

[astars-things]

“Is he just a friend?!” w/ mackieeee. You're back at home and bring him to a family friends cook out and one of the guys there is constantly hanging around you?

Mackie samoskevich x reader

The sun was shining brightly as we pulled into the driveway of the old, familiar house. I had been looking forward to this cookout for weeks, eager to catch up with family friends I hadn't seen in ages. Mackie, my boyfriend, gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as we got out of the car. His easy smile was as comforting as ever.

The backyard was bustling with activity. Kids were playing tag, the grill was sizzling, and the scent of barbecue filled the air. We were greeted with warm hugs and cheerful hellos, and I felt a sense of homecoming. I introduced Mackie to everyone, proud to show off the man who had captured my heart.

As the afternoon went on, I noticed Tyler, an old family friend, making his way toward us. Tyler and I had grown up together, and our history was filled with shared secrets and countless memories. It was good to see him again, and we quickly fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about the past.

Mackie stood by my side, but I could sense his unease growing. Tyler was being his usual charming self, and while I found it endearing, I could tell Mackie didn't. He shifted uncomfortably, his jaw tightening as Tyler laughed a little too loudly at one of my jokes.

"Is he just a friend?!" Mackie finally blurted out, his voice louder than intended. Conversations around us halted, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Of course he is," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm and steady. "We've known each other forever. He's like a brother to me."

Mackie’s eyes flashed with hurt and anger. "It doesn't look that way from where I'm standing," he muttered before turning and walking away.

I stood there, stunned and unsure of what to do. Tyler gave me a sympathetic look but wisely excused himself, leaving me to chase after Mackie. I found him near the edge of the yard, staring off into the distance, his hands clenched into fists.

"Mackie," I said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. He flinched but didn't pull away.

"Why didn't you tell me he was going to be here?" he asked, his voice raw with emotion.

"I didn't think it would be a big deal," I admitted. "I didn't know you'd feel this way."

He turned to face me, his eyes filled with pain. "It's not just about him. It's about how you light up when you're around him. It makes me feel like I'm not enough."

My heart ached at his words. I took a deep breath, trying to find the right way to explain. "Mackie, you are more than enough for me. Tyler and I have a lot of history, but it's just that – history. You are my present and my future. I love you."

His expression softened slightly, but the hurt was still there. "It just feels like I'm competing with something I can't understand."

I stepped closer, taking his hands in mine. "You're not competing with anything. Tyler is a part of my past, but you're my everything now. I’m sorry I didn’t see how uncomfortable this made you. I should have been more considerate."

He sighed, looking down at our intertwined hands. "I just want to feel like I'm the most important person in your life."

"You are," I whispered. "And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you know that."

He finally looked up, his eyes searching mine. After a moment, he pulled me into a tight embrace. I could feel the tension slowly leaving his body as he held me close.

"I'm sorry I overreacted," he murmured into my hair.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize how you were feeling," I replied. "Let's go back and enjoy the rest of the cookout. Together."

my requests are open so please send in xx

[cheemscakecat]

Missing In Action 12

Chapter 12: Malum

Now that Scout knows who New Spy is, he needs to reconcile that version of him and the old man he’s been disappointed in. He and the rest of RED are in for something big.

TW: GORE. Do not eat anything during this chapter, I’m dead serious. And of course, heavy angst.

Scout stared dully at nothing and his ears started to ring. Newbie was Spy! His crusty old man that did all those ****ty things.

He thought about it, and in a way it almost made sense. They did find this guy in some random desert cave in the direction Old Spy was going. But it was impossible for him to picture either version of Spy in the other’s place, much less see them as the same guy.

Older Spy always looked stuck up, and he never just hung out like his younger self. He definitely never cooked for everyone. And younger Spy was such a good friend, telling off his crappy brothers and having fun in battle. To Jeremy the difference was night and day.

But if Spy left them when he thought Admin was going to kill him, and going to kill Ma and all her sons… Scout remembered the whole Joey Murders thing and how Spy protected him then. He couldn’t pretend that Spy didn’t love him or Ma, not knowing what he did now. But why had he stayed away?

They were supposed to go watch a video cassette, right? Jeremy didn’t know what that meant, but it might help him understand things better. He needed to know more. He needed to know what Admin did to make Spy sure he was facing certain death.

Because he cared about young Spy, and he didn’t want to hate him.

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Demoman was frightful worried about Scout, the whole team too. Of all the times he could’a found out where Spy was, why’d it hafta be when he was bleeding’ out?

Tavish remembered how numb he felt when his biological parents told him who he really was. He’d just killed his adoptive parents by mistake. His head was reeling and he reeked of death, but to them it was the perfect time to insert themselves into his life.

But then again, respawn failure sounded serious. He wasn’t confident that Spy would survive the surgery and healing, but he didn’t want to say so. He hoped that Jeremy wouldn’t have to say his goodbyes, but at least he knew where Spy was. Problem being that he just got Spy back.

The team tried to talk Scout into giving himself a few minutes to process things b’fore they went to watch the tape. But he wanted to know the truth. He wanted to know what Admin did to make this young, friendly Spy abandon his family.

Truth be told, Tavish was wondering himself. Spy was not brick stupid or unreasonable, he didn’t jump to wild conclusions. Something must have happened for him to think this was the right thing to do. Now it was time to find out what that was.

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Dr Ludvig had never paid much attention to BLU Team’s emotions. He was far more interested in whether or not they were planning to attack, not their reaction to him. But both RED and BLU were gathered to watch the tape, and Pauling would be watching it once she had a chance. It was the same BLU team whose Spy he decapitated.

BLU Spy looked forlorn before he even noticed Ludvig, but once he did, the man shuddered and leaned away from him. Medic found it odd that the Spy wouldn’t look him in the eye, and that other BLU teammates moved to shield him in case he decided to get closer.

Then again, RED team was uneasy around him too. He supposed it was just odd to see a Spy unable to force a poker face, this one having done so for the four days he was trapped in the fridge.

Well, he wouldn’t bother them for it. He sat very far away near the wall, surrounded by the rest of RED. Both Heavies came back, reporting that the BLU Medic was going into surgery. Earlier, Ludvig was told that this BLU Medic was the only person with clearance to perform the surgeries, even with all the years of respawn failures that had happened.

Knowing how Helen had treated Ms Pauling, he could easily believe it. The old Admin was the type of person to use, and use, and use someone until they broke or got too old to work. Then she’d throw them away.

BLU Engineer had set up the big computer in the meeting room, and he had the tape in his hand. “I’ve been told to warn y’all that there’s a lotta gore in this here video. We BLU teammates don’t know what Medic meant by that, he’s never shown us one’a these.” He frowned. “These tapes are classified, Admin made it so they could only be played if a relevant respawn failure happened. Otherwise, Doc isn’t allowed to show anybody.”

Medic had heard of the respawn failures, but all of the details were kept under strict lock and key. He knew there was an exodus of frightened mercenaries who wanted to avoid their own respawn failures, but not the number of deaths or accidents. Even in his insanity, he knew it was mad for one person to deal with it. But a different kind of mad than willingly infiltrating Germany’s government for assassinations.

It didn’t surprise him that Soy had seen Admin as someone who would order him killed. She put a dead man with a TV in front of them and revealed a blackmail plot a few years ago. She knew too much about them. It was possible that she learned too much about Spy many years earlier when he was this age.

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The video opened on footage from the Malum Base. Friendly sparring in the training room, getting drunk on game night, and reckless dares between the mercs were shown. What was different from Spy’s current team was that he walked around base maskless, even though he had one available to wear. He also made those massive feasts for Malum, frequently enough that there was a lot of footage. There were also some group pictures sprinkled through the intro of the video.

Sniper could feel it in his gut that something was going to go wrong. They were showing the calm before the storm, and there had to be a reason. Each Malum teammate’s portrait and name was flashed onscreen. Spy’s name was Antoine Murneau, a fact that Mundy doubted he shared willingly. But Admin was a nasty woman who would dig around for any info she pleased.

The screen went black and showed a date: August 12, 1946. Camera footage showed the Malum Medic dying to a BLU Scout with a bat. Footage from the respawn room played, but it was the audio that was important. There was a fainter noise that Sniper couldn’t make out, and a violent thumping that got weak and stopped. The Medic never walked out of that chamber.

Instead, the Malum Scout was killed in battle, and quickly bolted out of the respawn chamber. He started waving his arms frantically at the camera, shouting for help, saying “He’d dead! Stop the battle! he’s ****ing dead!”

On screen, they showed a before and after picture. The BLU Sniper gagged, having gotten all the puke out already. When the Malum Medic respawned, his head wasn’t put back on the right way. His neck was twisted and darkly bruised in a revolting manner, his eyes and tongue were bulging like a dead fish.

He suffocated trying to open the door; his head was facing the wrong way and he couldn’t find the emergency release latch. And that left the poor BLU Medic to get designated for any future respawn failures. If it had been someone else, this guy probably would have been forced to deal with it too, for better or for worse. Mundy didn’t know if death was a mercy for him or not, if there were more failures to come. Bloody Hell..

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The whole Malum team was sat down to film their reactions to the respawn failure. It was mostly the sort of thing you’d expect someone to say hours after something like that, but Spy’s response was interesting. “He said he wanted to go to Iceland. To.. for when he was older.” “That’s called retirement.” The camera guy clearly sounded annoyed and harsh, the last person you’d want in charge of grief interviews. “He wanted to retire to a funny place. Thought ze Vikings were funny for ze Iceland-Greenland prank. I think ze Sniper will miss him a lot.”

BLU Medic was also interviewed, and it became apparent that he was shaken and sympathetic to Malum’s plight. At least the doctor was a good person who cared, unlike the camera crew interviewing. “I just don’t understand how it happened.. I mean the machine spawned the Scout properly, but not the Medic. If there’s something that’s defective in their respawn, it’d be essential to find out what it is. Keep another faulty piece from getting used.”

“Yeah, yeah, Jules Archibald foundation is on the case. Listen, pal this is a 1 in a million mistake. Don’t go around acting like the company is faulty over 1 mistake.” Wasn’t this Archibald guy someone that the Administrator threatened and fired? Happened after Ludvig started working for RED, but he had no idea it was connected. He got a distinct feeling that the company was faulty, especially if the camera crew represented the type of men they hired.

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Heavy was saddened to see that Malum Medic was not the only dead teammate, and he knew in his heart there would be more. On November the 27, 1946 Malum’s soldier was burnt by a Pyro, like any other battle. But when he stumbled out of the respawn chamber, he was still on fire with something sliding off him. In the before and after images, it was said to be new skin. The machine was trying to replace the burnt flesh, but it wasn’t attached to him, and it was adding literal fuel to the fire.

This time the BLU Medic managed to reach him when the man was alive, but that was when they realized the medigun could not heal these wounds. They tried taking him to surgery, but it failed. A regular surgery was not capable of saving a respawn victim’s life. And because it was only the second case, the poor Medic did not know what else to try.

“I’m sorry. The skin was healthy, and I tried grafting it onto him but… it was like the flesh itself was against being healed. I couldn’t save him.” BLU Medic thought of something. “There was a lot of skin to work with, more than the two a person has naturally. Maybe there’s a duplication glitch in the respawn computer…” He was rudely cut off by the interview men.

Heavy didn’t like these men. Clearly they worked for that disgraced businessman Archibald. Not much was known about what he had done, but Ms Administrator didn’t often get rid of the middlemen in her employ, people who knew the workings of BLU and RED.

This Jules Archibald man must have been a truly worthless fellow, causing enough of a problem for Admin to intervene. That did not bode well for the fate of Malum team, and the fact that they were not on the American map.

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“Mr. Soldier was planning a trip with me. He uh… wanted to try the many seafood at our destination.” “Where were you guy’s headed?” Spy didn’t reply. “Oh, so you’ll tell us where the other guy was retiring, but not this? C’mon kid, work with us.” Spy refused to answer and his interview ended.

Oh God. He was going to take Malum’s soldier to introduce Ma, and Scout as a baby. Jeremy realized that real soldiers saw a lot of death. It made sense to show him some new life in the face of the Medic dying. But he never got the chance. It struck him that Spy was really, really close with his team if he trusted one of them to meet his family.

The Malum Heavy died from a milder injury, something more like what Spy had now. Scout was getting the sinking fear that none of the respawn failure patients had ever survived their injuries. It had been a real long time, and BLU Medic was still working on Spy despite all this death. But what if he was the type to do it whether it was pointless or not?

He just got Spy back, they needed to undo whatever made him young again, they couldn’t lose him now! Not with him thinking Ma and children 7 and younger would die next!

On March 2nd, 1947 the Malum Sniper got backstabbed by an enemy Spy. He dragged himself out of the respawn chamber groaning in agony. His spine was too big, it had burst through his back and made a bigger gash than whatever the enemy Spy gave him. There was a kink in it, it almost looked like a kid’s drawing of a butterfly wing, but in the middle of his back. The Sniper couldn’t use his legs and that made them dead weight. But what was worse was the heart situation.

Malum Sniper’s heart had duplicated over and over, like a ****ed up chain of sausage links. Each heart made a single weak beat before moving on to the next one, and that made moving slower and more exhausting. Once again, BLU Medic couldn’t save him, not even after cutting the spine to the right size and deciding on one heart.

Spy understandably felt worse in his interview. How couldn’t he, Scout knew he felt bad for Malum Medic when he saw that after picture! But the camera crew just wanted their quota. “Mr Sniper loved pranks. He wanted to go to.. to ze neon lights place out West. Figured he could use his skills for a show there.”

“Okay, Vegas or Hollywood? Because believe it or not, America has more than one of everything. Sorry that’s not the case in France.” The interview guy sucked, he had a really con-D-sending voice that made him more than punchable. “It was Vegas.. The place with the gambling and feathered women, I think.” “You knew this guy for seven years, and you still can’t remember the words ‘Vegas’ and ‘Showgirl’? That’s depressing.” Spy bit back a sob, you could see it in his face and his chest.

The good news was that RED and BLU didn’t have to wish for the camera crew to get what they deserved. The Demowoman was a little Asian lady and the Engineer spoke something like French. They were both yelling in their native languages as the camera tumbled around. The next thing on screen was an announcement that the camera crew had been replaced.

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Heavy truly hoped that Spy hadn’t learned proper English over these idiot insults. But he was grateful to the Korean Demoman and the Belgian Engineer for thrashing the evil men. He assumed that they either died to those Malum teammates or were killed by the Admin’s crew later. Either way, they were finally gone and that was a blessing. A brief moment of relief in the face of the unhappy video, that probably would not last.

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On July 19, 1947, both the Pyro and the Engineer were shot by one Sniper headshot. She had lined it up so the partially masked pyro and the helmetless Engineer were standing one if front of the other.

They stumbled out of respawn with conjoined mincemeat where their heads should have been. Duplicate eyeballs rolled on the floor and dangled from wherever the eye sockets were meant to be.

RED Medic did not envy the BLU Medic who had to attempt to salvage what was unsalvageable. Even he with his demonic deal and strange practices could not envision fixing that kind of carnage. He didn’t think Malum Sniper or Soldier would have survived no matter who tried to help them.

The last 3 teammates had fallen silent for this set of interviews. It was bad enough losing one teammate forever, but losing 2? That, and they probably had a healthy distrust of Ms Administrator’s latest batch of henchmen running the cameras. Poor Spy, getting ridiculed by worthless clowns who would never have touched blood themselves.

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This was the point where Spy thought they were assassinations and not accidents. And Jeremy really couldn’t blame him for that. Each death was gruesome, and it just kept taking Malum teammates. Scout already knew the other two didn’t survive, he just felt it in his heart. He was worried that they’d somehow be even worse.

He couldn’t imagine their proud, insane Medic choking to death and dying locked in respawn. Or Sniper’s vest pulled apart by a duplicating spine. Or Engie and Pyro walking out like a monster from The Thing. But that’s what it was like.

Spy was the youngest on Malum, just like Jeremy was the youngest on Fortress. But he lost his team. Even with Grey Mann running around, nobody had stayed dead. Scout hadn’t permanently died on the gallows or from his stab wound. Demoman, Pauling, Spy, Soldier, and Zhanna hadn’t permanently died to robots. And Sniper hadn’t permanently died from getting gunned down.

But they could have. And looking at this, it could have been a hundred times worse if they suffered from respawn failures. No wonder Spy was all alone in that helicopter, there was nobody left to be moved with him. And he thought he’d been shot down mid-flight, crashing in the desert. It was all fresh. It was all too fresh.

On September 23, the Malum Scout dragged himself out of respawn without his legs, and his guts spilling out. He’d been chopped in half by a Pyro with an axe. The BLU Medic tried to stitch him back together, but it just wouldn’t work. Like the Heavy and Soldier.

On December 4, they dragged what was left of the Demowoman out of the chamber after she failed to come out. She was blown up by another Demoman’s bombs, and her body was just chunks held together by veins and nerves. She looked like a madman turned her into a flesh version of those little wooden toys with the segments.

Now Scout understood why Spy couldn’t cut those chickens. How could he possibly chop them up with the image of the Malum Demowoman and the Scout burned into his memory? Recently burned into his memory, only a month later if Jeremy was doing the math right.

”We’re going to relocate you to Frigidus in a day or two. They don’t have a Spy right now…. If you have any questions about that-“

“Will they bury me with Malum?” Spy blurted. “When I die, I mean. They are all buried together at ze secret grave site, right? But.. I won’t be written as part of ze team anymore.” He sounded like he was trying not to come off as distraught, even though he had to be.

The camera people told him he could request it, but it wouldn’t be up to them. Had to get clearance. Jeremy knew he had to think they were going to throw him away in a random unmarked grave. That the helicopter crash was meant to burn away enough of him to excuse it.

Spy needed to live to find out he wasn’t being hunted. He needed to know Pauling was not Helen 2. He needed to live. He had to live.

[shhhsoftnwet]

Sometimes all a bad bitch want is a silly little short king 👹❤️‍🔥

[luigi-core]

WHY DOES HE SPIN HIM LIKE THAT LMFAO I’M LAUGHING SO HARD

cuz why would he wanna spin him around if he wasn’t checking him out 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

houses are ghosts i think

[vstheworld]

day one of prep cook work: I only cried twice and the forefinger of my dominant hand is half-numb from slicing 20 lbs of cheese