#that last day... that last moment of him... without those blindfold.... without that tall ass dude... i'll be damned and deceased.

[raamitsu]

Sunday got me like ✨Gojo... Satoru.✨

[roturo]

₊˚ෆ FALSE GOD

warnings: masturbation, sex, smut, porn with no plot, unprocteted sex, overstimulation, use of toys, cunnilingus, mentions of low/high sex drive, dom/sub dynamics, shaming, humilliation, blue balls, edging, corruption kink, mentions of somnophilia, and twitter links. (Gojo, Geto & Nanami)

author's note: this is not a goodbye, but take it as a see you soon writing.

part 2 (coming soon if it’s well received)

gojo satoru

He's been annoying you the whole morning while trying to coach the kids on their training– slapping his hand away everytime it lowers down from your lower back and giving him a glaring look.

Both of you talked about this. Not letting his high sex drive come across work, and mostly in front of his students.He looked like a lost puppy, searching for attention and someone to relieve his needs.

“Gojo. Stop it–” You pushed his hand away from you, looking back to see if someone else noticed what’s going on. “But I can’t princess, I need you right now~” He whined in your ear, he was about to throw a tantrum if you continued neglecting him this way. It’s been two weeks without sex, can you believe it? Two weeks! He prefers fighting Mahito’s annoying ass again on his own rather than pass one day without inside you.

“It’s not the time right now– and I'm not in the mood either.”

Okay. First of all he knew you weren’t too into sex, and he accepted it! He respected your boundaries, and he didn’t only want you for the sex, he loved you for who you are! But the way you said his last name instead of his first name, and looking like you were about to slap him turned him on even more.

He wouldn’t stop whining and throwing tantrums for your touch, opting for dismissing the class early so they could go to sleep or wherever, it’s weekend anyways. 

Both of you sat in silence in his office. Waiting for someone to break the tense silence thanks to him— and he was about to do it, but the moment your mouth opened his mind got in control of your sweet voice.

“Get up and take your pants off. Briefs too-” His eyes light up like a kid when receiving a lollipop for behaving like a good boy he is. He took off his shirt too, feeling like it was drowning him and taking the air out of him because this was the first time you were really taking control over all this.

“Sit.” He did as you said, his cock proudly standing tall and full of cum to dump wherever you wanted him too. But he wasn’t too lucky this time, because the moment you stepped closer to him and his desk, searching for one of his blindfolds he usually leaves there– you kneeled down infront of his, massaging his hard balls that made him moan out loud– taking them in one hand, they were heavy. His blindfold was around them, in a knot– tighten them. 

The moment you started jerking off he knew he wouldn’t come as easy as he would. It was wet, really wet– and all thanks to his pre-cum leaving his cock, he was begging for release, he couldn’t come, literally and physically. It was impeding him from cumming, it felt ten times worse than not having your touch– He had it now, but at what cost?

“Aw, look at those blue balls!” You laughed in front of him and slightly slapped the red swollen head of his cock– he was crying, he never did. But it felt so good but it hurt so much at the same time.  You took off the blindfold, cum coming out like a big wave, wetting his abdomen, part of his chest and your neck too. His moan almost sounded like a scream, cries and nervous laughs coming out of him– He came but you continued jerking him off, this time overstimulating him instead of edging him– He doesn’t know what was worse. Coherent words were long lost, babbling out trying to stop himself but he couldn’t move himself, way too lost in the pleasure to be able to stop you.

“Let’s see if you can atleast last a week without acting like a fucking horny virgin bitch this time mhm?, let’s make you cum again just to make sure, yeah?”

geto suguru

Geto is a morning wood guy. And he knows you have a low libido, actually Suguru is the only one you’ve sex with. 

“I’m scared of dicks ´guru” You whispered, kneeled down in front of him, you were at his dorm, it was 11 P.M and you decided to lose your virginity to Geto assuring he’s the one and you’ve never felt safe in someone else’s arms– he chuckled and looked at you with loving eyes– one of his hands caressed your cheek, “How are you going to be afraid of dicks and want to suck me off at the same time princess? Mhm?”

He laughed at himself at the memory, now you were 6 years together and he’s eager to know how your life is going to be with him, having a wedding, getting a house together, making you pregnant… full of him, shit. This is not helping with the main problem right now.

He’s a decent man. At least that’s what he thinks about himself– he’s not horny all the time like Satoru. Maybe that’s his form of love language? Satoru is a weird ass anyways– he thinks to himself while scrunching his eyebrows together, –stop thinking about him Suguru!, it’s going to make you puke instead of helping the problem… He was looking at the ceiling of your room while you’re sleeping right beside him. He doesn’t want to wake you up, you deserve to have a nice and comfortable sleep.

But the pain down there is not going anywhere, not even with a cold shower. He knows to identify his morning woods– living with them for his whole life, I guess. Unconsciously one of his hands is now touching himself through his boxers making him moan, his free hand quickly covering his mouth and looking to his side to find you still sleeping.   

He swears he’s about to slap himself to stop this and suck it up, but he feels your hand stopping him. “Are you okay baby?, I heard something and I thought you hurt yourself or something.”

Oh my god… How could you be so… pure? So perfect for him, always making sure he’s okay, your sleepy voice sounding deeper than your normal voice… His shirt is way too big for you that he swears if he moves his head a little higher he could see your nipples. Shit Suguru, you turned it sexual again!

Should he just… ask you? beg you? beg and cry for some release? Would he sound as horny as a teenager? This problem should be for teenagers! Not for a grown ass man like him!

“Um… I might just had a little problem down there”

“Might? Little?”

His flushed face was cute, his body was fully uncovered by the blankets, leaving him with his chest exposed and a clear wet patch on his boxers.

“C’mon baby, let me help you” He called out your name, trying to stop you the moment you placed your hand on the elastic of his underwear— in one swift motion you freed his cock, catching a glance of how swollen it was due the negligence of the past weeks. 

The moment Suguru felt the cold breeze on him, he came.

He fucking came with no touch.

Damn embarrassing.

“Aw, cute. Want me to suck you off?”

nanami kento

You haven’t rushed things with Nanami yet. Both of you were such a cute couple that made people gag. 

He’s amazing, not like any other boys you have met before, he treated you nice, spoiled you and mostly respected you– in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman. 

He’s such a hard working guy, such an inspiration, so committed to both of his works that you tell him if you ever get married you’ll be the best housewife he could ever have because he deserves it.

But one thing about Nanami is that he keeps things to himself. Just like the boner he has right now by imagining you being his little housewife. He really needs to leave this office right now and relieve some… stress.

The last weeks have been hard for him, naturally affecting your relationship with him. He was always tired, even more earnest and quiet. You know he’s bad at telling what he feels, and he’s always stressed by something– but you have never seen him like this. Like ever.

When he tries to distress himself he just keeps failing over and over again, not being enough and having to suck it up and continue his day with a hard poking erection most likely visible in his pants. That’s why he remains seated most of the time.

But one day he went to your house after work. It was impossible to not notice his erection even when he’s trying to hide with his briefcase or on the sofa. 

“Take your pants off Kento.” You’re not a big fan of sex, Nanami knows that, he hasn’t even had sex with you before! So this caught him by surprise, the red on his cheeks spanding through his neck.

“E-excuse me? I’m sorry, what honey?” 

“You heard me, take your pants off.” He’s seated on your sofa– unloosened tie, two or three bottoms of his shirt undone, messy hair, in his socks but that damn thing was literally capable of breaking his pants if it didn’t have some release.

He slowly started unbuckling his pants, losing his mental battle and accepting what he needed, and if you were willing to do it, all he could do is take it– but dear god, it was even worse.

All you would do is touch him. Through his briefs. Just the feeling of your fingers through them. Touching the tip was the worst part.

And he couldn’t believe that the most simple touch is capable of making him cum with just your fingers than him raming and jerking off the hardest he has ever tried.

[suna-reversed]

Insatiable desires

Gojo x F!reader x Toji ft. Nanami

art credit: @sk_jkg7 (twitter)

MINORS DNI!!

warnings/tags- gangbang, degredation, spanking, spit play, cum play, oral (m.receiving), manhandling, choking, creampie, fingering, gagging, mentions of bondage

A/N: this is just porn without plot, don’t even try to figure out what timeline it falls into, just assume it’s written in the veeishornyfordilfs-verse😩

You don't exactly remember how you ended up here-

splayed across the lap of the world’s most powerful sorcerer, ass up and panties pushed to the side while one of the most elite fighters of the zenin clan sits across from you, hand lazily palming the massive bulge in his pants. 

“Told you she’s an obedient little thing-” Gojo’s bragging is cut off as a loud moan escapes you. 

“Sure she is.” Toji says in mockery, a dry laugh escaping his throat.

“What’s the point of having her tight cunt gush around you if she isn’t making any of those sweet sounds?” Gojo counters, his hand harshly coming down against your throbbing clit making you choke on another moan around the blindfold stuffing your mouth. 

Gojo’s fingers continue to explore your folds, moving every now and then to spread the wetness across your bruised ass which had been subjected to repeated spanks from both the men just moments ago. You arch your back more as his fingers come right onto your clit, face contorting in pleasure as he starts rubbing circles onto your sensitive bud. 

A loud groan pulls you out of your bubble of ecstacy. 

“Put her on the bed already, she’s dripping enough to fit 3 cocks inside her slutty little hole by now.” 

You tilt your head to find Toji’s piercing gaze fixed onto where Gojo’s fingers meet your juices, his hand pulling his cock free from the elastic of his boxers. You whine needily at the sight of it, making the tip of his cock twitch as a bead of precum dribbles down the side. A sharp slap comes down onto your ass making you wince from pain, tears welling up in your eyes from being teased for too long, 

“Better have the same reaction for my cock too sweetheart.” Gojo sings out, voice laced with a hint of jealousy. 

Toji looks amused as he gets up, not even acknowledging Gojo as he pulls up your body from across his lap, easily tossing you onto the bed like a ragdoll. You look up at him with pleading eyes as he comes to stand at the edge of the bed, his huge member right in front of your face. Even Gojo’s remarks of annoyance are silenced as he grips your jaw, slapping your cheek with his enlarged cock, 

“Do you deserve it?” His voice is deep and commanding as he pulls up your face so that you’re staring right into his eyes. You nod your head rapidly, mouth still gagged. 

Toji bites his lip as he apprehends your tear filled eyes and your drooling mouth. You cough a little when he suddenly pulls out the fabric in your mouth, throwing it to the side, you barely even have the time to take a breath before the tip of his cock is rubbing against your lips, urging you to take him in, 

“Let’s see what kind of sweet sounds she makes when my cum is oozing out this dirty mouth.” 

That’s all the warning you get before his cock is making its way past your lips and hitting the back of your throat. The spit that had built up in your mouth now leaking out the sides and falling onto your tits. It’s filthy and lewd as he grips onto your hair to tilt your head upwards, smearing the mixture of substances drooling out the side of your mouth across your cheek, laughing as tears fall from your eyes. You can feel him getting close, loud moans rumbling from his chest as he fucks your mouth even deeper than before. Your vision is blurry from the tears, no coherent thought in mind except for the feral need of having Toji’s cum down your throat when suddenly, you’re harshly pulled back, a sob escaping you from both shock and desperation as the back of your head hits Gojo’s chest. 

Everything happens in a flash. You barely register the growl that leaves Toji’s throat over the sound of Gojo snickering, and before your know it, the dark haired man is striding towards you, a look in his eyes that makes you want to beg for your life, but he doesn’t even look at you as your body slumps to the mattress. You snap your head behind to see Gojo pinned against the headboard, smirking at the large hand wrapped around his throat. 

Your eyes widen in surprise and heat crawls up your face as he crashes his lips onto Toji’s. Toji’s eyes hold the same expression as you for a second before a loud groan leaves his throat, hand moving up to grip Gojo’s jaw as he pulls away. The arousal that pools in your core as you watch the thick splatter of Toji’s saliva hit the side of Gojo’s lips is almost embarrassing. Gojo looks amused and it seems like they’ve almost forgotten you until he raises his hand, two fingers gesturing you to come closer, which seems to snap Toji’s attention back to you too. You crawl over to them, Gojo’s lips immediately melding with yours, the mix of both their spit coating your tongue. 

“Fuck this- I wanna be inside her.”

You’re being pulled away once again, only this time, angled in a way where you're on your fours, ass towards Toji, nose pressed onto Gojo’s muscular thigh, his cock standing tall against his stomach as he runs his fingers through your hair. You lick a stripe up from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cock, moaning as you feel your folds being spread apart, the tip of Toji’s cock lining up with your slit as he kneads the flesh of your ass. You feel Gojo’s hand pushing your head forward, urging you and you oblige. You struggle to take him in your already fucked out throat, barely halfway through when you feel the burn of a cock stretching your walls. You moan around the cock in your mouth as Toji fully sheaths himself inside of you, the vibrations making Gojo bucks his hips up into your mouth. 

The vulgar sounds of Toji’s balls slapping against your ass as he starts thrusting into your gushing cunt fills the room, overpowering the grunts and groans of the blue-eyed man stuffing your mouth with his dick. Gojo brings his hand forward to fondle your breasts, fingers pulling and pinching your hardened nipples which makes your cunt clench. Toji groans at the movement, strokes getting sloppier as he feels his climax nearing. Both men are bucking into you, using your body to their own pleasure as you lose your balance and fall forwards, mouth still bobbing against Gojo’s cock because of the push of Toji going in and out of your leaking pussy. 

Gojo is the first to climax, holding your head down, nose pressed up against his happy trail as he cums deep down your throat. The peak of your own arousal washes over you as Toji’s fingers move across your abdomen to find your clit, hastily rubbing circles onto it as his cock brushes one particular sensitive spot against your walls. You’re moaning around Gojo’s softening dick as the first wave of an orgasm hits you, tears escaping your eyes from the edging as the coil in your stomach snaps. Toji follows soon after, pumping your cunt full of his seed as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. 

Your body collapses onto the bed as both men pull themselves out, Gojo lazily reaching over the nightstand to throw over his phone to Toji who proceeds to take pictures of your fucked out oozing cunt. You’re panting from the exhaustion as strong arms wrap around you and pull you up to a warm chest, 

“You don’t think you’re done without me having filled you up, do you?” 

His hot breath next to ear makes shivers run down your spine as you shake your head, still too tired to respond as another hand kneads the flesh of your inner thigh, the bed dipping as Toji comes to sit across from you. 

“What the fuck Satoru?”

Your eyes immediately snap open at the foreign voice, both Gojo and Toji’s attention being diverted to the doorway, towards the man in the suit, tie loosened around his throat and an extremely annoyed look on his face. Arguably, it was Gojo’s fault for pulling you into a random room after he had seen you pressed against the wall in some corner, Toji’s lips latched onto the tit he had pulled out of your dress. 

“Ah- I didn’t think the room was occupied.” Gojo says nonchalantly, the side of his lip twitching upwards. 

You knew the ever-observant man would never make such a mistake, making you wonder what he was up to. The vexed look on the man’s face who stared at you from across the room would have made you want to shrink into yourself even if you were fully clothed. 

“But you have been stressed these days, haven't you Nanami? Maybe you deserve a little reward.” 

You yelped as you felt hands spreading apart your thighs, glancing over at Toji to see what he thought of the situation, but his own eyes mirrored the look of the man exposing you to the blonde at the door. 

“I’ll fucking kill you if you ever wreck my room again.” 

There was anger in Nanami’s words, he was stressed and tired from having to work overtime on today’s mission and to come home to such a mess was the last thing he expected. Still, he found his cock twitching against the restraint of his pants as he looked at your bare pussy, your eyes holding a look so innocent as if you weren’t just getting fucked by two men. Maybe he did deserve a reward after all, he found himself thinking as he strode towards the bed, pulling his tie loose. 

You couldn’t deny that the man was attractive, his aura both dangerously calming and commanding as he apprehended you carefully, his hunger-filled eyes raking over your figure with a look that said he was going to devour you whole. He didn’t put away his tie, instead tying it up into a makeshift knot and you felt yourself getting wet once again as you realised what he was planning. 

Well, you were always curious about wanting to get tied up and fucked anyways. 

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

The Salem House or The Scottish Cottage

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @stupidbluegirl @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst

This Passage Contains Potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and smutty content.

Summary: Rod and Kirby move in to their new cottage home in Salem, Oregon.

Kirby's POV:

Rod blindfolded me with one of his ties and drove our rented van out to the property, taking off my blindfold in front of the house.

"There it is, our new home," he twirled the keys around his index finger, "all ours now, Kirbs."

There it was, white panel exterior with fancy windows and lights along both sides of the gravel path towards the house. Without thinking I pulled Rod into a hug and kissed him, tears of happiness rolling down my cheek.

"Woah, baby, are ya alright sweetheart?"

"I love it, and I love you and-" Upon hearing that, Rod hoisted me over his shoulder, "Woah, Roddy, what are you doing?"

"Taking you inside and carrying you to the one room I know you're gonna love."

He carried me through the front double doors, through the foyer and then the kitchen, before carrying me past the television and sofa, past what I believe is the ground floor bathroom and up the stairs, letting me get a glance at the basement staircase as we went up to the top floor of our new home.

He then put me down in front of a pale green door with a childish or childlike, chalk or pastel drawing on the front.

I turned the handle slowly, not knowing what to expect.

Then I saw it.

The lone white bassinet.

Surrounded by soft toys and things you'd assume would be in a nursery.

"The former owners said that they're daughter was gonna move in before she moved to L.A. They knew she had a baby and set this room up. I'm gonna be honest with ya and tell ya that I let a couple tears slip when I saw this room ma-self, so I completely understand if you need a moment alone."

"Rod, Roddy, as much as I hate the weird wallpaper in the foyer, this room is," I took a second to compose myself, "It's perfect."

"Do ya wanna see our bedroom?"

"Yeah."

Rod showed me around the rest of the house before going into the basement.

"There's no attic, so the basement will have to do if we want to store anything anywhere."

The basement was large, the only room separated off from the rest of the basement was another bathroom. I walked to the opposite side of the basement and stopped in my tracks.

"What's wrong babe?"

"They have a hot tub?!"

"What?"

Rod walked over to me, also stopping upon seeing the hot tub in it's own corner of the basement, separate from the gym equipment and rugs and the very empty basement.

"What d'ya reckon they use that for?" Rod asked, teasing me slightly.

"No, Rod, eww, that's gross, you wouldn't dare suggest that!"

"Hot tub sex, babe, it's a thing."

"We are not doing that. Ever!"

"We are alone in the house, you know." He started unbuckling his belt, chucking it as well as his sporran down at his feet, "I know we've gotta fly back to the other side of the country later, but, right now, we're home, honey," He started walking towards me, whipping his jacket and shirt off, leaving him in his kilt and boots as he ran his hand through his hair, letting out a deep guttural sigh.

"I guess we could test out the new bed, Roddy." I started unbuttoning my shirt, exposing the peach toned tank top underneath.

"Or, We could have sex right here and now," He suggested, whipping his kilt off and in true Scottish fashion, revealing nothing but his bare body below.

He unclenched his hand, showing off the fact that he had brought a condom with him.

By the time we got to Taunton, Massachusetts on the first of March, Roddy had set aside some time for us to redecorate the house, and by the time we actually got around to redecorating, Roddy had recruited the rest of the D.O.D as well a Schultz, Orton and Orndorff to help us. We had met back at the house on the Eleventh (of March) and unbeknownst to me, Piper had made a couple calls to his friends from back in his NWA and Mid Atlantic days.

"Woo!"

"He didn't." Schultz grunted out, partly worried and partly surprised.

"He didn't do what … David?"

Schultz guided me outside to meet the guys.

"Piper! introduce ya wife to the boys, I'll go grab us some beer."

"I'm not his wife," I called after him as he walked back inside, "So, Roddy, who are these guys."

Rod leant up to kiss me, he would have backed me into the nearest wall if I didn't pull away immediately after, concern taking over any hint of a flirtatious mood in me.

"Who's this fine female?"

I recognised the voice from the yell earlier.

"Ric, this is my girlfriend, Kirby. Kirby, this is Ric Flair. Over there," he gestured to the other four, "Are Tully Blanchard, with the black hair, JJ Dillon, the other blonde looking one and Ole and Arn Anderson."

"Are they here to help or are they here to distract you?"

"The only thing distracting me is the idea of seeing you na-"

I covered Rod's mouth with my hand and gave Ric a sheepish smile, "I apologise for my hus, I mean boyfriend's attitude Ric."

"You almost said husband, Kirbs." Rod whispered to me as we led the boys inside, before he took me aside.

"It was a slip of the tongue."

"I'm sorry, about the kiss, I got a bit jealous because I know what Ric can be like, with women in particular."

"Rod, you shouldn't have to apologise for that, I love ya. I was going to start looking for you anyway, what d'ya want for lunch?"

"Don't you worry about that, I'll go grill those hamburgers we have in the fridge and … hey look, beer."

"Thank you, David."

"Anytime, Tall-ass."

"Look, babe, I'll deal with it alright, you stop worrying and I'll deal with it. I'm the man of the house so I'll deal with it."

I came up behind Roddy, putting my head on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his waist, kissing his neck.

"I'm gonna go rest for a bit Rod, my head feels funny."

"Baby, baby come here."

Rod helped me upstairs, making sure I didn't fall over and letting me lay on the bed.

"We have today and tomorrow here baby, relax."

"Rod, you know me, you know I wind myself up with worry."

"I know," He brushed his thumbs over my knuckles, "I'm gonna get you some hand wraps or something, stop punching things until ya knuckles bleed."

"I thought you were gonna go cook."

"I am, but, right now, I'm taking in every little detail of the woman I love."

"You softie."

"Oh really? I'm soft. You worry way more than me baby."

"I love you, Roddy."

"I love you too, Kirby."

I slept for a short while until I was woken up by Piper and Schultz yelling obscenities at each other. I ran down the stairs and outside the house to see the two grown men squabbling like children.

Without saying anything I picked Roddy up by his midsection and took him back inside, chucking him down on the sofa.

"I'm gonna fuckin-"

"Roderick!"

"Yes, baby."

"You are drunk, and shut up."

"Yes, Sweetheart."

I helped Roddy up, almost gagging at how strong the smell of alcohol was coming from him, swiftly avoiding his attempts at kissing me and placing my hand over his mouth.

By the Thirteenth we were back working and Rod had started to get fidgety around me until things came to a head on the Thirtieth.

"Rod, are you alright, you've been awfully quiet today."

"I'm fine baby, actually, Kirby?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to be on Piper's Pit?"

"When?"

"Sunday, Yes or No?"

"This Sunday?"

"Yeah."

"Well, there's your answer."

"Wait, you'll do it."

"Of fucking course I'll do it. I don't give a fuck what Damien says."

He let out a chuckle as I pulled into the hotel parking lot.

"How's the Visa status going?"

"It's good, I'll hopefully be a US citizen before the end of May."

"So, May, you'll be a citizen, so," He mumbled to himself for a short while, "Alright, cool."

Before long it was time for me to be on Piper's Pit, fully expecting Roddy to do something and cause a ruckus to occur.

"Well, I'd just like you to know, it's a pleasure to have our first, female, guest on Piper's Pit. I want you to know that I asked every single female in the entire WWF if they would be on the Pit and only one of them said 'yes' to me. The only woman with enough guts to face me with 'Gluttony' herself, Kirby Lucifarian. Kirby, I would like to thank you for being brave enough to come out here and face me. I had Captain Lou on here last week and he said something vague about you and your sisters protecting Lauper. Why would a woman like you, someone who doesn't smoke, doesn't swear, doesn't drink, or shack up with skinny little idiots like Dave Wolff, Why would a great and accomplished female wrestler like you offer her protection to Lauper?"

"First of all, Piper, thank you for having me on here."

"My pleasure."

"Secondly, I was going to let you unmask me, but you showed support of Big John Studd, A man I greatly despise for his disrespect of both me and André."

"I am sorry for going back on that unspoken promise, Miss Lucifarian."

"Thank you for the apology, Roddy, Thirdly, may I say that I did not offer my services of protection to Miss Lauper, instead that was my father who told, Miss Lauper, that the D.O.D would protect her. Why on earth would a woman with an intelligence that rivals, yours for example, protect a girl like Cyndi Lauper?"

"I don't admire a lot of women, but you, I like you. I admire your intelligence, your ability to strike fear into the hearts of men with your words alone. I know that you have been searching for your next challenging opponent, and I for one don't wanna offer myself up, I just want to know how difficult it has been for the past few weeks going without a challenging enough opponent for your skill level?"

"Well, Piper, it's been tough, honestly, I think I may have scared everyone off. As someone who has previously been banned from women's competition, I find getting any support in the ring quite hard at times. I find your lack of fear quite charming, honest to the Lord above, you charm me, boyo."

"Thank you, you're a real sweetheart. Quick question, why do you call me 'boyo'?"

"Don't you call men 'lad' in Glasgow?"

"Oh, I see, anyway, before you go, one last thing."

I wasn't expecting this, the rest me and Rod had planned in advance, but not that line, he said he wasn't going to pull anything, he gave me his word.

Then, before I knew what was going on, he unbuckled my mask, pulling it down for a moment and kissed me square on the lips, in front of the cameras and the fans.

I tried to stand up and he dipped me down into the kiss, much to the enjoyment of the fans, who were hooting and hollering, obviously this doesn't happen much in the WWF.

Roddy kept his right hand intertwined with my ponytail and had his left arm around my back, supporting most of my waist as he brought me back up and helped me re-fix my mask into it's rightful spot.

After the show I tried to avoid Roddy for a couple minutes, trying to make sense of why he would do such a thing knowing full well we were not an 'out' couple or even an 'in' couple with the fans, sure the fans enjoying the moment was nice, but we were both heels, we were not supposed to do that off-screen, let alone on-screen and in front of a full crowd of fans.

I came to the decision to drop it for now and wait for Rod to hopefully explain his actions or somehow work it into a programme.

My mind started to wonder, maybe he would try to use that as blackmail against Damien, or even against me.

The D200's door opening and slamming shut caught me off guard, making me jump a little.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to scare ya."

"I'm fine, Roddy, just caught up in my thoughts, that's all."

"What were ya thinking about?"

"Nothing important, mainly just what happened earlier."

"Ya mean, me, Orndorff and Schultz winning the match?"

"No, Roderick, the kiss, we didn't plan that."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to clear that with ya, but Orndorff and Schultz said that it would get the fans interested."

"Hon."

"Yeah?"

"Next time, please clear everything we do in a promo or interview with me first, so I don't start wondering if you'll blackmail me."

"I would never blackmail ya, maybe Damien, but never you."

"I love you, ya hot-headed, kilt wearing idiot."

"I love you to, ya blonde, gothic, tattooed Ivory tower."

"Did you call me an 'Ivory tower'?"

"You're tall and pale, what d'ya want me to say?"

END OF THE SALEM HOUSE or THE SCOTTISH COTTAGE

[spillthetaesissy]

Daechwita

pairing ➳ yoongi x oc!yi min

synopsis ➳ a crazed prince and a determined rebel with an enriched past. When fates collide and they are brought face to face again, who will come out on top? 

genre ➳ historical!au/fantasy!au, angst(?), fluff(? I don’t really know? I feel like angst but fluff if you squint???)

warnings ➳ mentions of imprisonment, mentions of death/execution (no depiction), mention of torture/mistreatment, minor physical violence

word count ➳ 1.3k

other ➳ 05/23/2020 - 05/26/2020 // unedited

a/n ➳ inspired by the tags in this here post by @btssavedmylifeblr. Not exactly what you asked for and also not smut, but I read those tags and I just had to. Maybe I’ll make a smut-y pt. 2? I’m thinking prequel, but who knows. Also, original title - I know.

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He could hear his prosecutor before he could feel him, the royal executioner’s feet laid heavy upon the gravel of the pit Yoongi was waiting in. With a scratchy blindfold wrapped tightly over his eyes, Yoongi was left without sight, and as a rough, unforgiving hand is clapped on his shoulder, he is forced to trust in the direction in which he is being pushed. Though, he knows, ultimately, his destination is death. Perhaps this was one rebellious act too many, and the defamed prince was ready to collect on his promise of death by his blade. 

It is a long, stumbling journey to his doom. Futilely, he pulls on the ropes that bind his arms, but to no avail. Even if he had managed to escape that obstacle, Yoongi was unsure if he still remembered how to escape this hellish palace. It had been far too long since he had been here last, and with his vision robbed, there was no feasible way to retrace his steps. Before he even had the chance to further contemplate his escape, his guide came to a halt and brought Yoongi to his knees, which he easily obliged to with no other option in sight.

There is a brief silence as Min takes in the sight - one of his favorites. To have people on their knees for him, awaiting his next command...it gave the unruly prince a deep sense of satisfaction. It was why he kept his little collection of followers outside of the throne room at most hours of the day. They were well trained pets, staying motionless for hours on end, until he felt satisfied with their worship. Sometimes, he kept them out there for days, unmoving and on the brink of starvation, but they were ever so obedient - no matter what little tortures he put them through. Even now, they knelt before him, ready to bear witness to another’s downfall. However, no amount of willing subjects quite topped the sight of one rebellious Min Yoongi ripped of his head-strong attitude and lying patiently in wait along with the onlookers - just for him. 

With a deep, fulfilling inhale, the prince marches out onto the landing of his little palace. “Min Yoongi,” the prince greets, a twisted smile upon his lips, “it has been far too long.” 

“Yi Min,” Yoongi greets back, his tone mocking. The prince’s smile grew - he loved it when Yoongi was so devilishly informal with him. “Not long enough.” 

A puff of air leaves the blonde haired man’s lips, just short of a chuckle. Ignoring the comment, he moves on with the purpose of their gathering. “That was quite the little stunt you pulled.” 

Yoongi smirks, and if not for the blindfold, he would have looked the smug prince dead in the eye while doing so. “Impressed?” 

“Hmm…” Min hums, feigning thought. “More like shocked. You have been in hiding for quite some time now.” He pauses - if only for dramatic effect - as he watches his prisoner shuffle on the stone walkway. “Must have been someone rather important for you to make an appearance.” 

Despite no one being able to see the small rebellious act, Yoongi rolls of his eyes. “You say that like one life is more important than another.” 

Min lets out a hearty, genuine laugh at the thought, eyes crinkled at the sides and gums on full display. He can feel the stretch of the taunt skin of his scar at the wide pull of his cheeks. It was uncomfortable, but the amusement was well worth the pull. “Oh, Yoongi, that is a cute sentiment, however, you know as well as I do that some lives are more valuable than others. Take me, for example: I am one of the most important people in the world.” 

“You’re just a self-important ass.” Yoongi spits out the insult, though it is only met with a disapproving click of a tongue. 

“You know,” the prince begins again, swiftly moving past yet another thrown jab in an attempt to calm his rising anger, “it is ironic, for someone who dislikes me so much, that we share a name.” 

It is Yoongi’s turn to chuckle, his head thrown back with a subtle shake of his head. “Come to that conclusion all on your own?” 

Min’s jaw ticks as his teeth clamp together. He had forgotten how annoying Yoongi could be. As his anger begins to boil to the top, Min is about to declare the sentence they all gathered there for, but Yoongi interrupts his unspoken words before they are even able to leave his lips. 

“That isn’t all we share.” Yoongi states with another smirk, his head cocking ever so slightly to the right as if to gesture to their matching scars. 

The prince scoffs, quickly catching on to his meaning and whipping his head to the right to hide the crude mark from the blinded onlooker. “The scar that you gave me has banned me from rule.” 

Yoongi shrugs, unsympathetic. “Good. You would’ve been a terrible ruler.” 

Min’s right eye twitches. He brings his blazing hot gaze back to Yoongi, hands coming to grip the railing in front of him, knuckles quickly turning white with the force at which he holds it. “And it was foolish words like that that bought you a matching one.” 

A dry, almost pained laugh escapes Yoongi. “We both know that isn’t true.” 

With a tight purse of his lips, Min releases a long exhale, letting go of the railing and standing tall on the platform. “Enough reminiscing on the past, let us get back to the point at hand.” When no snide rebuttal comes from Yoongi, the prince continues. “I have saved a special box just for you, and I think it is past time that you filled it.” 

“Heh...that’s it, then?” Yoongi’s question is followed by an eerie silence. One that seems to drag on for a long moment when it was really mere seconds - Min taking in their last moment together. Then, with a snap of his fingers, death steadily approaches. 

Despite not being able to see, Yoongi knew exactly what that command was for, and not long after the snap, he could hear the executioner's sure movements. Min had always liked a good show, and the dance of death the man before him was performing was one Yoongi himself had seen countless times before. The ritual used to be about honor - giving the damned a ceremonious goodbye - but Min had turned it into a sick performance for his own gratification. Before then was a time when Yoongi never dreamed he would ever be on the receiving end of it. 

Yoongi knew the dance well - it’s pacing was deeply ingrained in his head alongside every move and swish of the blade. That was why he knew, as he leaned over the ground - baring his neck and accepting his unjust death - sucking in a deep gulp of air, that it would be his last breath. 

Except, just beyond his reach, the executioner paused in his final step, the sword in his hands raised high in the air above Yoongi's head. The man looks to the prince for the final command, and with the raise of a dainty hand, the executioner nods. 

The blow comes hard and strong, but it is not the one Yoongi had expected. Rather than the meeting of flesh and blade, the hilt of the sword comes down on the back of his head, rendering him unconscious as he slumps onto the ground, face pressed to the tiles. 

Min knew he shouldn't have just cancelled the execution order, but he just couldn't bring himself to really go through with losing Yoongi. He also knew that if the situation was reversed, and if Yoongi had a chance to kill him, he would not have even hesitated. Though, Min couldn't bring himself to care. 

Death was one of the only constants in Min’s life, and he had sentenced it upon many unsuspecting subjects without a second thought. However, Yoongi, too, was a constant for Min, and in that moment, life seemed more precious.

[wicked-game-black-butler]

Sometimes my asks are weird and they don’t send for some reason so I’ll send mine again if you don’t mind just to be safe😊 CONGRATS ON 300💕💕 can I suggest some detailed nsfw headcannons for Sebastian/Meyrin in both cannon and modern au? Thank you so much! And again well done of 300 followers! You deserve it!💕

It’s all good. I know sometimes my dumblr glitches in funny ways, too. So thank you for submitting this second ask. It actually worked out for how I answered, lol. And thank you for your support! I appreciate it so much! I hope you enjoy! <3

So, for the modern AU headcanons:

Mey-Rin owns a small studio where she mainly teaches self-defense, but will also help coach local wrestling teams as well. Though it’s a modest establishment, she has made a name for herself in her community and surrounding area and is often the first one people come to for speaking and performing demonstrations at events on the topic. This is how she came to meet Sebastian. She had given a demonstration at a local university when the tall, handsome man approached her. Sebastian works as part of the security detail for a prominent local politician and millionaire, Vincent Phantomhive, and acts as bodyguard to Vincent’s son, Ciel. Given that Ciel was a year away from graduating high school, Vincent wanted his son to be taught self-defense so he could protect himself if need be, given the young man’s slender build and quiet nature makes him a fairly easy target. He would have had one of his own staff see to the training, but given that most of his security detail included men like Wolfram and Baldroy, he wanted someone to teach his son who had a similarly sized build. Sebastian was the closest one who could fit that requirement, but given Ciel still stood a good foot shorter than the man, he was ruled out as well. And for Vincent Phantomhive only the best would do. So he sent Sebastian to make Mey-Rin an offer to become Ciel’s private instructor for his Senior year. She was hesitant at first, afraid to leave her business for that long, but she ultimately decided to accept, the paycheck too tempting, and left her business in the capable hands of her friend, Agni.

Living at the Phantomhive estate took quite a bit of adjusting for Mey-Rin. She has only ever seen houses this huge in movies. Her bathroom alone was almost as big as the entirety of her studio apartment. And the shifts took some getting used to as well. Any of the household staff that wasn’t part of the estate’s security was to stay out of sight, using the servant hallways and stairs in the restored Victorian mansion. She knew from the tour of the mansion Sebastian had given her that there were fifty members of staff who worked on the grounds, including security, but due to their different shifts, the only ones Mey-Rin interacted with on a regular basis was Sebastian, Bard (because he was the head of security), Wolfram (because he was Mr. Phantomhive’s personal bodyguard who had a habit for frequenting the kitchen), and Lau (he was the household chef and Sebastian said Lau was the true eyes and ears of the mansion). So her first few weeks felt rather lonely, given she was used to being surrounded by a sea of people whether she was teaching a class or walking down to the grocery. But in time, she grew used to the quiet, finding comfort in her self-made routine, and finally settled into her new, temporary life. 

Mey-Rin had been taken with Sebastian since he had approached her in the crowded school auditorium. He was hot, like, mouthwateringly hot. And when she had gone home that night, she had wished for the first time in a while that she had more female friends whom she could talk to. Her closest girl friends were Nina, who hadn’t the slightest interest in men, or Grelle, though she didn’t know if she had the energy to field the other redhead’s barrage of questions that would follow and discussion of the bodyguard. But she did her best to reign in her desire. This was a professional arrangement and she should strive to keep it as such, no matter how damn sexy Sebastian looked while he worked out-shirtless- in the mornings before starting his shift. She would just have to keep any wandering thoughts to herself and her fantasies. After all, she only had to stick it out for a year. It had been longer than that since she had seriously dated anyone, so surely she could accomplish not shagging the bodyguard of one of the most influential families of the region. Right? 

Sebastian’s interest in Mey-Rin took longer to develop. Sure, he thought she was attractive. She had a nice rack, too. But his job allowed him to come in contact with a number of attractive women (and men) and their interactions had never ventured beyond the professional. His training had prepared him for such self-denial. His employer’s safety would always supersede his desires. However, the more time he spent around the trainer, talking with her, watching her while she trained Ciel, the more he found that conviction wavering. Especially after the time when he came into the gym they had on the grounds to find her stretching after her morning workout. The image of her flushed cheeks, stray hairs clinging to her sweaty face, the way the visible swell of her breasts glistened with sweat, and her leggings hugged her shapely legs and ass as she easily bent herself in half one he visited often in his fantasies when he had the rare spare moment to masturbate. Her name was soon the one that would fall from his lips as, with a last, well timed stroke he would come, his release splattering the shower wall. 

Their first time was a result of a sparring workout. Mey-Rin had asked Sebastian if he would spar with her so her fighting skills wouldn’t become rusty. Things had been going well until during one session, he pinned her to the ground, quickly growing hard as she struggled against his iron grip. Mey-Rin stopped as soon as she knew what was happening and stared up at him breathlessly, waiting for what he would do. Though, given how wet she was becoming simply by having his erection pressing against her, she knew what she wanted him to do. Sebastian had the same thoughts going through his mind until he finally mustered a “Do you want to?” which was answered by a hurried “Yes”. At that, he drug her into the gym shower, turning the water up full blast in an attempt to drown out the sounds they would be making. Less than a minute later, they were both naked, Mey-Rin pressed up against the wall, legs wrapped around Sebastian’s waist, while he was already balls deep inside her. She was dizzy, the air thick and heavy. It was hard to breathe. Though whether it was from the steam that had filled the tiled room or how he stole her breath as every thrust hit her g-spot, she wasn’t sure. It was quick, messy, and was only a temporary sating of their lust at best. But when their eyes met after Sebasitan pulled out just in time to release on her stomach, they both knew this was only the beginning.

Sebastian soon finds he enjoys taking her against things-the wall, the kitchen counter, the back of the manor, anywhere. He loves how she is completely at his mercy in those moments, reliant on his strength alone. He is also a total dom when they have the rare moment to take their activities to the bedroom. His life is mainly dictated by the whims and needs of his employers, so he has no qualms with being a bit controlling when it comes to sex. Nothing against the trainer’s will, but he gets off on the times when he’s permitted to tie her to the bed, blindfolded, completely at his mercy whilst he does what he desires to her body. He also enjoys worshiping her body and exploring all of it with his tongue. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she enjoys anal stimulation, including rimming, and often employs it when he’s eating her out.

Given both of their professions rely heavily on self control, this follows them into the bedroom. Both of them enjoy orgasm control and denial, watching their partner as they struggle to remain in control while they get pushed to the edge over and over is almost as rewarding as their final release. But out of the two, Mey-Rin enjoys it the most. She enjoys toys as well, and has left Sebastian with a vibrating butt plug inserted inside him on more than one occasion, with the promise that if he makes it to the end of the day without coming, she will let him do whatever he wants to do with her, even if she would normally object. Conversely, if he doesn’t make it all day, he can only pleasure her that night. To Sebastian’s frustration, he’s not won once. She also enjoys pain play as well, though, because her job has given her a rather high pain tolerance, it takes more extreme forms of BDSM to properly stimulate her, paddles and nipple clamps often being used, though Sebastian is more than happy to oblige. Though Mey-Rin hasn’t been the only one to benefit from her vast toy collection. Sebastian groaned with need when she showed him the strap on she owned and practically begged her to peg him. Because, while he’s cool and collected and typically the dom, he is the most submissive bottom when he allows Mey-Rin to top him.

[whumpsideblog]

Part One//Part Two//Part Three

 Calum was a Collector. That’s what they called him, and those like him anyway. They collected the payments, and when payments weren’t made, they collected the person on file as being closest to the debtor. He had done this a thousand times before. He knew pain and torture like the back of his hand, he’d spent years of his life doing this to innocent people. He could tune out the screams, the begging and pleading him to stop, the smell of blood no longer made him sick and he knew just what to do to harm them but keep them alive as long as possible. All this time, all these unfortunate people, only two had died at his hands.

 Jason was different though. Jason didn’t beg for mercy, Jason didn’t ask why this had to happen to him and he didn’t fight back. He calculated his choices carefully, he was ready to do whatever it took to get free and if Calum so much as hesitated it seemed to upset him. He wasn’t used to this kind of submission, someone so calmly deciding what pain be inflicted on themselves, hell, Jason was creative combining multiple things at a time, Calum had kept people for months and in that time only broken a finger or two, while Jason seemed to know, or think he knew, how much he could handle at one time. 

 When he came back in the morning Jason was a mess. He was trembling, letting out choked sobs. Blood was running down his neck and soaking the collar of his shirt from where he tried too hard to lean back. He looked horrible, and Calum felt the need to apologize to him as he took out his phone and snapped a quick picture of him, face swollen and bloody, tears mixing with dried blood, his nose horribly out of place. Once the picture was taken he was quick to unlock the collar first, and then cut the rope. Almost immediately Jason slumped forward, Calum having to catch him so he wouldn’t smash his face on the floor. 

 “We’re not doing anymore today.” He told him seriously, freeing him from the handcuffs as well. 

 “N-no, I… I have to keep going… please…” he whimpered as he was laid down. “I… I can handle it…”

 “No, you can’t, you need to stop.” He cut the rope binding his ankles before leaving him there for a moment. He took the clean rag kept by the bathtub in the room, soaking it with warm water before returning. He gently cleaned away the blood from his face and neck, though Jason winced and whimpered when he did so. “Your body can only handle so much, believe me, I know, you need a rest.”

“A rest won’t get me anywhere… I have to pay all this off, please, beat me, whip me, cut my hair, just do something!” He begged. Calum had never heard someone tearfully beg him to continue to hurt them, something about it made him sick to his stomach. 

 “No!” He said sternly. “Just calm down, you have all the time in the world to pay this off, one short break won’t kill you.” Once Jason was cleaned up and got up and went to rinse all the blood out of the rag. Once he was done he told Jason to just lay there for a moment, leaving the room.

 He knew he’d be in a lot of shit for this, but at this rate Jason was going to be dead in a week, and then where would they be? His phone was already buzzing, no doubt his boss telling him to get his ass back in there and break that poor kid, but for once he ignored it. He was going to be in so much fucking trouble.

 He made his way to the infirmary in the building. He showed up there often, so no one questioned it when he went searching through the countless drugs kept in a cabinet. Most of them were poisons, or hard drugs meant to cause extreme pain, even paralysis in some cases. It took him forever to find some kind of pain killer, those weren’t usually needed by Collectors after all. 

 He took the pain killers and got him a cold water bottle, taking it back to the room. He opened the door, expecting to find the younger man curled up on the floor where he left him. Instead, he was on his knees next to the drawers where Calum kept most of his supplies. He’d found the stun gun, just as Calum opened the door Jason gave himself a shock. It didn’t last long though, as he immediately dropped the device.

 “What the fuck are you doing?!” He rushed over to him, dropping the water and painkillers before dragging him away from the drawers, pulling him farther when he weakly tried to reach for the stun gun.

 “I-if you won’t do it then I- I thought I could… do it myself…” He groaned in pain, every movement no doubt exasperating his previous injuries.

 “That isn’t how this works idiot. I told you, you’re taking a break today, I don’t care if I have to force you to.” He left him in the middle of the room, grabbing more rope and going back to him. Jason tried to struggle away but Calum was able to easily hold him down. He bound his arms securely behind his back, then bound his ankles once again. “You’re making a really good case as to why I shouldn’t ever untie you again.” He said with a sigh, going to get the discarded items. 

 He came back and pulled him into a sitting position, ordering him to open his mouth, which he did. He dropped one pill in his mouth before holding the bottle up to his lips. He repeated this once more before sighing, sitting down more comfortably beside him. 

 “You really love Lev this much, huh?” He asked after being silent for some time. Jason nodded slowly.

 “Love ‘im to death…” he murmured. 

 “I can’t imagine loving someone so much that I let myself be tortured.” He said, shaking his head. 

 “Lev… means the world to me… I’d rather it be me here than him…” 

 “Well… Lev can wait. He knows you’re alive, I have to keep him updated, and as long as you’re here and alive, he’s safe.” He started to get up. “Speaking of which, I should get today’s picture to him. I’m sure he’s worried sick about you.” He felt the need to get out of the building, at least for now. His boss was without a doubt pissed off at him, and he was going to pay for straying from his job like this. At the very least, he could postpone it, even just for a little bit.

 ***

  It was late when he returned. He stayed out longer on purpose, he hoped that when he got back he’d be able to check on Jason and then go to bed. He wasn’t that lucky though, the minute he stepped inside he was grabbed, dragged off to his boss’s office. He didn’t even try to struggle, he knew it was pointless. 

 He was taken to the office and dropped on the floor, forced to his knees. His boss, Mr. Savaro didn’t look the least bit pleased with him. 

 “Calum, this isn’t like you.” He said, rising from his desk chair and approaching him. Savaro was a tall man, and while Calum wasn’t short or small by any means, he always felt like a small, deeply in trouble child when forced in front of him like this. He was an older man, not elderly though, and certainly had no need for the cane he carried with him everywhere, which Calum was sure that a blade was hidden inside. “Going against orders, ignoring me, why, you even tried to run, didn’t you?”

 “I’m sorry sir.” He said quietly, keeping his eyes on the floor. Savaro jabbed the end of the cane under his chin, tilting his head up.

 “You seem to forget that I've been doing you a favor these past few years.” He said sternly. “I don’t tolerate fuck ups on the best of days, much less from charity cases like yourself.” 

 “I’m sorry sir.” He repeated. By now he knew that groveling for forgiveness was the only way to go in these cases. 

 “Yes, you will be.” In one swift motion Savaro swung the cane, cracking it against Calum’s face. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay up right. He knew that if he moved it would only be worse. The cane slammed against his temple, and then caught his ear, but he still didn’t move. “Tell me boy, what did your assignment request last?” He asked.

 “Stress position sir. All night.” He knew where this was going and he wasn’t the least bit happy about it. 

 “Ohh, a fun one, hm?” He sneered. “I suppose I can leave you here overnight. At least I’ll know where you are.” He turned to one of the men waiting by the door, giving him a list of things to gather. The man left and Savaro knelt down in front of him, tangling a hand in his hair and forcing him to look up at him. “Since you don’t want to do your job I guess that you can take some pain off his shoulders.”

 “Yes sir…” He said quietly. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been subjected to this, but it was by far one of his least favorites. He found it hard to believe Jason was able to willingly subject himself to this all night. Eventually the man returned, and Savaro took the items before dismissing both of them, so just him and Calum were in the room. Calum was almost grateful for this. 

 “Over here, now.” Savaro ordered, stepping over to a chair inside the office. Calum did as he said, he stood stock still as his ankles were bound, as he was made to cross his arms over his chest, his wrists bound and then his arms. He was forced to kneel once more, rope fashioned around his neck like a collar, and a length tied to the back of the chair, making it so that if he wished to breath, he would have to keep himself bent backwards. All. Night. Despite his impending dread for the night ahead of him, he did as he was told, he didn’t fight or protest. He knew he’d never get anywhere. Savaro stepped back to look him over, and Calum kept his eyes averted. He hated feeling this helpless, this vulnerable. 

 “Hopefully this will teach you not to disobey me. I don’t want this becoming a common occurrence.” He said as he used a strip of cloth to blindfold him. Calum didn’t see it as necessary, but he knew better than to question him. He opened his mouth, prepared with his automated “yes sir” but as soon as he did he was roughly gagged. He squirmed uncomfortably in his bonds, it had been years since he was last in this position and he’d hoped he’d never be this way again. “Let’s hope you’re back to normal in the morning, Calum.” He felt that awful cane tap against his knee. “I’d hate to do something even worse to you.”

 He didn’t bother trying to respond through his gag, just listened to the retreating footsteps and the slam of a shutting door, leaving him to himself and his discomfort for the rest of the long night. 

[namjuicyy]

A Father’s Love - Chapter 10 [FINAL]

Masterlist | Requests are open.

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut.

Genre of this part: Fluff.

Word Count: 1.9k.

Summary: Single father, Namjoon, struggles to keep his idol life and his private life separate. When he meets you, everything changes.

Warnings: None.

ONE YEAR LATER

The American leg. It was their longest stretch of the entire tour, and during the middle of it, Namjoon was visibly losing the will to live. He gave his all onstage, of course he did, but as soon as the curtains had closed he was close to collapsing. More so from emotional exhaustion rather than physical.

Manager Sejin gave you a call, asking if there was any way that you could fly out to him, join them in America and stay with them for as long as you possibly could. You missed your man. It had been an incredibly long time since you'd seen him... in fact, the longest time. Haneul had taken his father's spot on the bed and cuddled up to you and daddy's Koya pillow. Haneul was usually okay with Namjoon leaving. Of course he missed him, but never this much. So, you thought you'd take Sejin's offer up, and organised to surprise Namjoon in the middle of their tour. Because he needed you, and you and Haneul needed him.

Haneul had never travelled overseas before. He had nothing, so, while he was out at playgroup, you went out to the shopping centre to get some things for the trip: a small suitcase for Haneul, plus one of those adorable Ride and Roll carry-on suitcases that you knew Haneul would love. Sure he was a little mature for his age, given that the majority of people he knew were adults, but he absolutely loved everything he should being a child. The suitcases were packed by the time you had to go and pick him up, the tickets had been sent via email, the Visas had been sorted, you were pretty much ready to go. So, after picking Haneul up from playgroup, you took the detour to the airport and surprised him there and then.

He cried at the prospect of being able to see his daddy again. They were happy tears, of course they were, and despite his crying, he was practically running through security, moaning at you because you were going too slow. He didn't want to sit on his Ride and Roll, but it got to the point where he was running through the airport, you had to force him to sit on it just so you knew where he was.

He was a bearable nightmare on the 13 hour flight from Incheon to San Francisco. He was so excited to finally see his dad again, he tried his hardest to stay awake. He was too afraid of falling asleep and missing it all, landing, getting in the car, seeing daddy. He did pass out, however, half way through his lunch to be precise. His head was almost dunking itself into his yogurt. He was so adorable. You took a photo of him before removing the yogurt from the small boy's path so he didn't actually look like someone's pudding.

Landing was smooth, and going through the airport was even smoother given that you both were privately escorted through security so that no one could get at you or your son. Manager Sejin was waiting the other side, taking your bags off you so you could strap a sleeping Haneul into the seat beside you so he could continue sleeping until you got to the venue. Sejin made conversation with you all the way there, telling you about Namjoon's slump and how he just didn't seem to be taking care of himself properly. You found yourself getting angry at him for his unprofessionalism, but you knew exactly how he felt. The only reason you hadn't gone into a slump yourself was because you had Haneul to take care of.

You woke him up just as you entered the venue, getting him to truly wake up before he lost his mind at his father. You made him remain as quiet as possible as you walked backstage, and Haneul took this a little too far, tip toeing as he made his way backstage, to make doubly sure that his dad didn't hear him.

The door to the artist dressing room opened, and you heard the boys laughing. They saw Sejin and started trying to rope him into some scheme they were plotting to bully Taehyung with. "Listen," he said holding his hands up, "what you lot do in your spare time is none of my business. However, Namjoonie, I need you to do me a favour."

"What's up?" Namjoon asked.

"I need you to stand here." He pointed to a spot in the room that made sure Namjoon was in the centre so everyone could see him, but more importantly, he could see the two of you as soon as the door opened wider. Namjoon disappeared from your view and you heard him stop walking, clearly in position. "Close your eyes."

"Oh God. Last time someone told me to do that, Jungkook shoved his ass in my face and farted."

The whole room erupted in laughter, Jungkook's hands clapping violently as he recalled his prank and felt no remorse for it.

"Trust me." Sejin's voice was soft, but firm. Namjoon obviously did as he was told, because when the door opened to reveal you and Haneul, he didn't move. Sejin moved out the way, "open them."

Namjoon's eyes snapped open and immediately focussed on you and then moved to Haneul. He dropped to his knees and opened his arms wide. Haneul didn't waste any time. "Daddy!" He screamed as he toddled towards his father, launching himself into Namjoon's chest and wrapping his tiny arms around Namjoon's torso.

Namjoon groaned at the impact, but didn't mind the slight pain as his son was wrapped up in his arms again. "Oh my baby boy." He breathed. "I missed you so much. Stop, let me look at you." He gently pushed his son off of him so he could hold his chubby cheeks in his large hands and stare at his son, taking in his entire appearance. "Look at you! You got so tall!"

"I am exactly a hundred and one centimetres." Haneul stated proudly. "Mummy checked."

At the mention of you, Namjoon looked up. He'd almost forgotten that you were there. He picked Haneul up and rested him on his hip, and made his way over to you. His free hand cupped your cheek and his lips immediately attached themselves to yours, keeping you locked to him in a very passionate kiss, just screaming how much he missed you.

"Get a fucking room, you two!" Hoseok shouted from across the room.

"Yeah, daddy, get a fucking room." Haneul repeated.

Namjoon broke the kiss immediately to gently scold his son for his poor use of language. You, on the other hand, had to leave the room so that Haneul couldn't see you laughing at his parrot-like behaviour.

You were there for the show that night, and Haneul got to see his daddy perform for the first time. He was completely enthralled by the stage and how the band performed. He couldn't look away, and screamed every single time he saw Namjoon, either on the stage or on the screen.

Their second night in San Francisco ended with Namjoon bring his son on stage for the endingment, because that's what Haneul asked. He wanted to see what his daddy saw, to know what it was like to be on stage with so many people looking at you. So, Namjoon obliged. And fans lost their mind when they saw the spitting image of Namjoon waddling onto the stage, looking incredibly excited to be there. Namjoon gave Haneul the microphone, as he held him on his hip, and asked him if there was anything he wanted to say. Haneul went shy in that moment, which was pretty much unlike him, but every time Namjoon tried to say something meaningful, Haneul took the microphone off him and placed a kiss to his cheek.

You and Haneul joined Bangtan for the rest of the American tour, bringing in a private tutor from Korea to teach Haneul things during the day, making sure he didn't miss out on his schoolwork. And when he wasn't with his tutor, he was with you and Namjoon, running around on the empty stage and screaming as loud as he could to make his voice echo around the stadium.

The boys had a final free day in New York before they were due to head to the next state, so Namjoon decided to make it special for the three of you. He blindfolded you, and made sure the location was a surprise. The summer breeze hit you as soon as you got out the car, and by the sounds of the people in the background and the cars driving passed, you knew you were somewhere really busy. He pushed you by your shoulders, making sure Haneul was following behind you, and kept you steady as you walked onto the dry grass. He stopped you, gently removed your blindfold, and you almost cried at the sight in front of you.

In the centre of Central Park sat a red and white tartan blanket, weighed down by a few picnic baskets and paper plates and disposable cutlery. Namjoon knew you loved intimate moments with people you loved, and he couldn't have made this any more intimate even if he'd tried. Inside the baskets were your favourite foods, there was some pizza, cakes, sweets, snacks, just general items that were easy enough to eat without the need for plates and fine dining.

His tone turned serious after your meal, as you both sat there and watched Haneul play in the dirt not too far away from you. "You know, I owe a lot to you." He began.

"No you don't."

"I do. We do. It's because of you we became happy again. You fixed me... us. When you left the first time, you had every right to, and I was so terrified I'd never see you again. Hannie was, too, you know. Though he didn't necessarily know you'd gone and been gone for long, he knew something wasn't right. He loves you. Perhaps more than I do if that's even possible. We're lucky to have you."

"I'm lucky to have you both. You invited me into your lives happily. You gave me a family when my own family was half the world away. I love you so much. I love you both so much. I don't ever want to imagine my life without you."

"Me either." He was quiet for a second. "Marry me."

"What?"

"Marry me. I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with you, anyway. You're too amazing to let go. So why not make it official? I'm desperately in love with you, always will be. Marry me."

You didn't even need to think. The word just came out without you realising. "Yes." You saw his face light up and wash with relief. He held you close to him, tighter than he'd ever held you before. His hand went to his pocket and pulled out a box-less ring. Turned out he was going to ask you anyway. The ring, it didn't fit. Of course it wouldn't. He didn't check your size and used Jimin's hands as a guide. So with another hug, he promised you that you'd go together and get it sorted.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement. You saw a familiar face with long hair that was let loose around thin shoulders. A face you recognised, laced with some emotion you didn't even want to register. It couldn't be. Was... was that Minji?

[purplefairywriter]

Maknae Line BTS as RPG Classes

And I’m back! If you’re starting here, here’s the gist: This idea has been wandering around in my head for a while so I finally decided to release it into the wild world. This is based on D&D for the most part but I opted not to go into details about their races, so this is just going to be a run down of their classes and alignments. If you don’t know what classes are alignments are, I’ll explain it as I go through the members of BTS. Alignments are only meant to be kind of a guide to your characters and not a blanket statement for how characters will act. SPOILER ALERT: most of them are on the good spectrum alignment wise. Hyung Line

JIMIN

Blurb Jimin sat on the bridge, with his legs dangling over the steady river below. He heard the footsteps of many other adventurers and wanderers cross the bridge. He was at peace until he heard crying. Not just any crying, but a crying he had come to recognize. The crying of heartbreak. He slowly stood up and turned around to see a rather attractive woman standing at the bridge, crying her eyes out. He walked over and greeted her. When she looked up at him, he recognized her as an old acquaintance of his that he always had liked in a romantic way. But he realized she viewed him as nothing more than a friend long ago, as many women had. They saw him as a "cute, fluffy puppy" as one woman had put it. It never bothered him, the only thing that mattered to him was that he made people smile. Other people's smiles were the only thing keeping his inner darkness at bay. Jimin knew he had the power to make women swoon over him but he rarely used it. Now was not one of those times. He took the instrument off his back, and with a smile asked: "Would you like me to play a song for you?" The woman stopped crying and nodded. After hearing him sing, she knew all she needed to do was think of Jimin and smile if she ever got sad again... Class “The bard is a master of song, speech, and the magic they contain... Only rarely do bards settle in one place for long... Bards thrive on stories, whether those stories are true or not.” This is BTS’s 2nd full on bard. Unlike the stereotypical bard, he's not gung-ho, flirting 24/7. He may tell a dirty joke here and there, but he most comes off as shy. Which works great as an advantage. With your average bard, you can spot them a mile away with their general swagger. Jimin, however... he can be sitting there, in the tavern, gaining someone’s trust by making them think how cute or how much of a non-threat he is only for them to be astonished by how he can actually hold his own, fight, and be sexy as anything while doing it. Which makes him a whole other kind of threat! I have a feeling that if Bard!Jin and Bard!Jimin ever met the two of them would get into a fight over who was the best bard. Alignment Neutral Good (he would work to do the best good he can without disregarding or upholding every law).

V

TW: implied attempted assault (not described - not V’s doing), swearing (not V’s doing), violence (I think most of us would agree really deserved violence but I’ll let you decide that) Blurb V sat on what used to be a great oak tree. Now all that remained was a stump, worn away by time. His bow and arrows were close by. As they always were. He held a piece of wood in his hand as he whittled a slight heart shape out of it with his knife. He knew these woods like the back of his hand. He could walk through the forest blindfolded, he had bragged once. Back when he had friends. Life was far more comfortable for him now that he had separated himself from nearly everything. All he needed was the forest. Or so he reminded himself nightly as he slept under the stars. A loud scream from the distance made him jump to his feet. He grabbed his weapon and wandered towards the source of the noise. He had expected it to be some poor idiot who managed to get themselves mauled by a bear. Instead, it was a young woman who had run into a lone bandit. "Let go of her." V demanded. "Why should I, ranger? Fuck off." The bandit said as he pulled the young woman closer to him. She was crying, crying in a way that made V's skin crawl. He could tell from the way she was dressed that she was nothing more than an innocent villager who had either gotten lost or had wandered into the woods. "Last chance. Let her go or we'll have a problem." V said, not wanting to distress the woman further. "Fuck you!" The bandit said. That was the last thing the bandit ever got to say as he found himself with an arrow lodged right between his eyes. The bandit dropped dead, releasing his hold on the woman in the process. "You okay?" V asked as he approached her. She nodded, still a little distressed. "I'll show you how to get back to your village if you need me to. Don't wander in the woods like that, not unless you're properly prepared." V said, accidentally showing a little care as he spoke. He turned around to lead the way. When she said something that made him stop in his tracks. "But... but my father's been taken by a fae!" Class “Warriors of the wilderness, rangers specialize in hunting the monsters that threaten the edges of civilization—humanoid raiders, rampaging beasts and monstrosities, terrible giants, and deadly dragons... Many rangers, though, are independent almost to a fault, knowing that, when a dragon or a band of orcs attacks, a ranger might be the first—and possibly the last—line of defense.” Ranger. I don’t know why, I can just see V wanting to sleep under the stars each and every night (as if that isn’t true for other members of BTS...) Also, with his IRL family being farmers, I’d think that in an RPG setting, V would naturally end up becoming a ranger somehow. Why not a rogue, like Suga? Unlike Suga, I feel like V would want to feel truly alone. Suga would want to share his music if he ever got the chance, he would want to be around people to watch and talk to. Suga would thrive off the metropolitan lifestyle of cities. V would like to at least think he’s alone every once in a while which would be harder to do in a city. Alignment Chaotic Neutral. He’d follow his whims most of the time, wanting to just be left alone so he can do whatever he feels is right. However, I do feel like he’d lean towards the ‘Good’ side with most things, so like Suga, he’d start off as more Neutral before becoming more Good. However, if he felt like he was doing something for the ‘right person’, he would probably do it, regardless of the alignment that action is assigned to.

JUNGKOOK

Blurb

Jungkook stood at the bar of the tavern, pondering over what to drink. He heard a group of rowdy men behind him, boasting of their adventures around the world. That perked his interest. He picked up his weapon and wandered over to the group. He listened in for a moment before finally entering the conversation. "I fought a bear once!" The men glared at him, seeing his unscarred face and body (the parts of his body they could see anyways), and said nothing. Until their leader scoffed. "You're nothing but a boy! You'd best save your tall tales for your mother, shouldn't ya?" Jungkook was taken aback by the response, as he had fought a bear. He beat it fair and square too, unlike half of those men who relied on magic or trickery. "I'm telling the truth, I did fight a bear. I've beaten an orc, too, once. He was drunk, and I made the mistake of calling his tusks small-" Jungkook began, excited that he could finally tell his stories as well. "Go tell your mother, boy. Leave us men to talk business." The leader said. Jungkook frowned. "Fine. You're the leader of this warrior guild, right?" "Right." The leader replied. "Then fight me. If I beat you, I get to join you guys on a real adventure!" "And if I lose?" "Then I'll go home and never bother you guys again." Jungkook said that in a way that made the leader roll his eyes. "Awful cocky for one so young... fine, it'll serve a good lesson to you when I grind you into dust, boy." The leader said as they headed outside to duel. The leader got his ass handed to him in a tough but fair fight that Jungkook won by relying on his pure strength alone. From that day forward, Jungkook became like a son to the warrior guild, who raised him to be strong and brave. Although they never quite got him to stop being so cocky... Class “Fighters learn the basics of all combat styles... Some fighters feel drawn to use their training as adventurers. The dungeon delving, monster slaying, and other dangerous work common among adventurers is second nature for a fighter, not all that different from the life he or she left behind. There are greater risks, perhaps, but also much greater rewards...” Fighter. I don’t think Jungkook would be much of a Barbarian, he’d have to have order and reason. I think Jungkook would have a bit of a higher charisma score compared to other fighters, which gives him an edge over other fighters. Alignment For Jungkook, a lot of that is up to the party he’s in imo. His ‘natural’ (if you can call an alignment that, I’m not sure) alignment would be somewhere on the good spectrum, probably neutral good to start out. I could see Jungkook ‘breaking alignment’ for a friend in need. That’s it for now! I may do some actual character sheets (as in a full-on character build with races, stats, the whole 9 yards maybe) or even write the whole situation regarding the blurbs!

[mermaider00]

Ummm how about a reverse ? Instead of junkrat crushing on mei how about the opposite for a one shot ? No one has ever done it from that perspective .

She never thought she’d be one of those women.

The day was different for everyone, but Mei could remember her day, the day she would meet the very first boy she would ever like. She’d been a ten year old girl in a baggy uniform and glasses way too big for her tiny face, standing in the grass of the school’s playground beneath the bars of the domed jungle gym while other children ran around her laughing and cheering. She’d loved the feel of the grass between her toes, and although she’d been reprimanded one too many times, she hadn’t been able to keep herself from easing off her shoes and socks to touch the blades of soft grass with the soles of her feet. The teachers wouldn’t been able to spot her bare toes from so far away in a dome of bars, but soon they would call the children back for class. She knew she didn’t have long, but one day, when she made the rules, she would feel the grass on her skin every day and fight to keep it its beautiful green.

The boy, that first boy, had climbed above her, only a black shadow against the shining sun on the bars. Mei had watched him curiously and decided he looked like a spider, going all the way to the top that had seemed so tall. An impressive act back then, the climb without stumble. And when he reached the middle, he only sat there, still and silent. Mei waited for movement.

In a blink, the boy fell through the bars, and suddenly his upside-down face was staring mere inches away from her own. His legs kept him from falling, entangled with the bars so that he would hang carelessly. A monkey now instead of a spider.

“Nǐ hǎo”, he said to her with a big smile, only staring at her face as if something about it were incredibly entertaining.

Mei could remember feeling the sun on her face, the rare breeze in her hair, the grass between her toes. She could also remember feeling her heart do a little flip in her chest and her eyes light up behind those too-big glasses. That had been her day, and after that boy, there had been other crushes. Her science partner at fourteen, her first boyfriend at sixteen, her first lover at twenty. All good boys who had all become good men, and who had all drifted away in the decade she’d lost.

She never worried for herself, and neither had anyone around her when it came to boys, and then men when the girl she’d been had grown. She knew herself well, and had always felt confident she’d never be caught in a bad situation. She had a good head on her shoulders. She didn’t chose losers or bad boys because they were simply a waste of her now very valuable time. She just wasn’t one of those women, and she knew it.

Which was why, when one very friendly junker approached her with his big smile and bright eyes and strange way of speaking, Mei acted quickly to stop him in his tracks with harsh words when she once again felt that familiar flip in her chest and the grass on her feet.

She wasn’t like that, Mei told herself furiously, even going as far as to scold her reflection in the foggy mirror after a hot shower when her face had been covered in soot from a partnering she’d tried to get out of. She wasn’t into the bad boy, never had been. She hated breaking rules and destruction and carelessness when it came to the world around them and everyone in it. She liked the neat and orderly and the pretty things, like a bright sun or a field of green grass.

That junker was everything she wasn’t. They even worked with opposite elements.

Even still, her eyes behind glasses not too big for her face now watched him when he was unaware of her lingering brown gaze. She watched the way he moved, and a pair of eyes would never be able to decipher if the man was clumsy or actually very graceful for someone in his condition. She watched the way his fingers moved over his tools when he worked. She watched the fireworks explode in his amber eyes when he was excited. She watched the muscles in his long, willowy body constrict when he fought to push their enemies back.

Something about him. Something about everything she was wasn’t.

Maybe it was the strength in him that was evident in his missing limbs and homeland. Maybe it was his happy positivity that beamed bright even in their more hopeless battles. Maybe it was his intelligence past the craziness, or the simple fact that he still put one foot in front of the other even when one foot was gone.

Or maybe… it was because he was all alone in this world too.

She had friends and he had his bodyguard, but there was still loneliness to feel in the dark.

Something about him. Something about Jamison Fawkes that her eyes weren’t seeing but her desires still burning hot like the fire he made.

That damn flip in her chest.

Even now, in the dark under the foliage of the Overwatch garden, could she hear his voice in her head while she’d been trying to write in her journal after a few hours of no sleep.

Wait, Mei thought, her head snapping up as she heard rustling. Not in her head, in her ears. That meant Jamison was close. She peered through plants from her spot on a bench, a red flower in her hand she’d been twirling, and saw the gangly figure of Junkrat as he stumbled along, his hands stretched out in front of him and his breathless giggling drifting to her like the wind. Mei stood and inched closer, studying quietly.

“Fuckin’ bastard. You’re right behind me, ain’t ya, Roadie. Or the cowboy. Told you I could find me way back to bed with no eyes. Unless… you just wanted me to leave the bar…? Nah, that ain’t right, you owe me five bucks, mate!”

Mei lifted a brow. By the way Jamison was moving and the occasional hiccup she heard, she decided he must be drunk. Their bar wasn’t too far away, and he was in the right direction if she reversed his steps. He just have bet Roadhog money if he could make it back to his room blindfolded. It was the only explanation for his slurred words and the wrap around his eyes. Too bad his bed was the opposite direction. 

“Where th’ hell is the bloody door? I can do this, I can do this,” he muttered to himself, over and over again as he reached for a door he would not find. “Smells like dirt out here. Don’t think… No, no, Jamie, this is the way, c'mon, mate.”

The desire to touch him, to take his hand and lead him the correct way, was strong inside her. He could get hurt wandering around out here without sight, and maybe Mei was only using that as an excuse to get a hand on him without it turning into something else. Something she wasn’t supposed to want.

And the desire for even more than that consumed her, and it shocked her how badly she wanted it. Would her next act make her a terrible person? Would she be the bully here?

They’d known it was wrong, but once two people in a garden had tasted forbidden fruit. Sometimes a person needed the experience to be rid of such a desire.

And possibly damn herself forever.

Mei moved through the garden until she was in front of him, that red flower still in her hand because she needed something to hang on to even as she made a mistake. She made enough noise to let him known someone was there so she wouldn’t frighten him, and watched as he perked up.

“Who'zat?” he asked, tilting his head but still not removing the cloth. “No sneakin’ up on a guy. You could get yourself burned,” he added with a hoarse giggle.

Now or never. Before he could say another word, Mei surged forward, reached up to take his neck in her hands when she reached him.

And pulled him down into one burning kiss.

She felt a growl in his throat and a shudder in his shoulders. He seemed hesitant for only a instant, but the way her mouth opened, the way her hands caressed him, eased him enough to sink into her and enjoy it. He was used to the sudden and unexpected, and perhaps actually waking up alive every morning so far was enough for him to go with the flow he might not feel tomorrow. There was no threat, at least not yet, and until there was…

Mei felt his hands take her waist, his fingers sinking in and griping the fabric of her shirt. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know who she was and it didn’t matter that in this moment she would act on feelings she didn’t want to have. She just wanted the fiery touch of him, the smoky scent of him, the unique taste of him. This bad boy she wasn’t used to wanting. This time their mouths opened together, and his tongue was hot like the rest of him, friendly like him too by the way it touched hers. The red flower was pressed against his skin, the aroma filling their noses, and as he sank further into her, Mei couldn’t hold him up.

Jamie fell to his knees, his hands now gripping her ass and pulling her harder against him. Mei had no choice but to go to the sidewalk path with him, but she did ease back a little, though her mouth wouldn’t stop devouring him, couldn’t stop. She moved his hands away from her body, their palms now touching, their finger interlacing only a little, and the flower trapped between her right and his left. Flesh on flesh. She didn’t want him to know who she was, she only wanted this kiss, this taste of him. Get him out of her system so her eyes would linger on him no more.

One last second, one last spicy sample of him. Mei took her right hand off his, cupped his cheek as her mouth closed, as her lips parted from his with a soft and sensual smack. Before he could reach out to her, Mei crawled away, turning from him so she could wipe her mouth and sneak off into the darkness of the garden.

She was bad, what she’d done was bad. But she hadn’t been able to help the temptation she’d felt so strongly. One blind kiss wouldn’t harm him.

Left on the path in the garden, Jamie’s hand gripped the red flower left behind.

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(I’m a rusty writer, so have a secret kiss)

[jarpadandjensenaremyheroes]

The Little Princess: Chapter 12

A/n- Okay. I got something out. I reread it a few times and it didn’t seem too bad, so I’m pleased with how it came out; despite having written it like 3 paragraphs at a time. Anyways, enjoy lovelies!

P.S.- next chapter is SMUT. ;)

Word count: 2,393

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Chapter summary: Bobby meets Mary; you and Dean get to spend some time alone.

Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer

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Chapter 12

Things with Jo had you feeling uneasy. If she acted this way, how many other hunters felt the same? How many times would you have to endure the embarrassment of your actions before you were accepted again? You didn’t want to give up hunting, but if you and your daughter were going to be ridiculed then you would have to. She was an innocent; she hadn’t done anything wrong in all this. The mistakes were yours, not hers and she shouldn’t have to deal with those things. Dean shouldn’t either. He deserves better…

Completely lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t even noticed Dean talking to you until he snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s going on in that pretty little mind?”

You hesitated. You knew he was going to say no one else matters, and their opinions don’t count for shit. “I need you to tell me the truth here…how many other hunters feel the same way that Jo does? How many times am I gonna go out with Mary and be ridiculed and put down for what I’ve done? Don’t get me wrong, I can handle it, but it’s her,” you motioned to the backseat, “that I worry about. It’s not fair to her…” You could see the panic and worry setting in on his face. “None of it is going to change my mind about being with you Dean, I swear. I love you, and I’m never leaving you again. But we can’t let Mary grow up being hated and treated like the daughter of a whore. She deserves better than that.”

“Princess, I’m so sorry. I should have stepped in when Jo did that. I should have defended you. You and Mary aren’t ever going anywhere without me, so you’ll never have to face bitter people like Jo ever again. To be honest, I don’t know how many people feel the same way. But it doesn’t matter anyways. If anyone ever approaches you and makes you uncomfortable like that again, they’re gonna leave with a few missing teeth. Nobody messes with my girls. That includes any family or friends. I don’t care who it is, they don’t have a right to treat you that way. If I’m not upset about it, then they have no right to be either.”

You scooted across the bench seat and placed your head on his shoulder. “What did I do to deserve you Dean? I love you so much.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek just as he tuned his head and your lips met. There was more passion in this kiss than there had been in any of the others since he found you.

Chuckling he turned his head back to the road. “Maybe we can get Bobby to babysit for a little bit after we catch up and you and I can take a little drive. There’s a place I wanna show you.”

His words piqued your interest. “Keeping secrets Winchester?” you teased him.

“Only from Sammy. I’ll tell you all about it when we go there, but for now it’s a surprise.”

You fell into a comfortable silence for the last 30 minutes of your drive to Bobby’s. You sighed in relief as you saw the familiar run-down “Singer’s Auto Salvage” sign appearing. Bobby’s house had been home to you for a short time, but it was always a safe place. You were suddenly very excited to see the old man you thought of as a father. Dean caught on to your excitement and chuckled under his breath.

“You go inside and see him princess. I’ll get Mary and bring up the rear,” he added with a smile. He knew how much you missed Bobby.

Even more excited now, you raced up the steps to the rickety old porch and knocked on the door.

Bobby’s voice called out from inside, “c’mon in boy! Since when do you and Sam ever knock?”

You swung the door open and went into the kitchen where you knew he would be. As you rounded the corner he turned around.

“That don’t sound like Dea- oh my.” He stood still for a moment before he opened his arms. “Get your ass over here and give me a damn hug ya idjit!”

You ran across the room into the man’s open arms and nearly knocked you both to the ground with the force. You buried you face in his shoulder and started to tear up just as Dean called out from the front door.

“Where are you guys?”

“In your favorite room!” Bobby called back.

Dean poked his head around the corner. “Alright old man, we got a surprise for you, but don’t go havin’ a damn heart attack on us. Okay?”

“I swear, if you two brought some animal home for me, I’m gonn-” he stopped short and you heard his breathe catch as Dean fully stepped around the corner holding Mary in his arms.

“Bobby, meet Mary Grace Winchester. Our daughter.” Dean was bursting at the seams with pride and joy.

Bobby’s arms squeezed you tighter as he looked down at you. “Is…is she why you ran from us girl?”

You nodded your head and looked down at the floor, ashamed to admit that you had taken her and run like that.

Bobby squeezed you tight again. “Aw sweetheart. You coulda come here. We woulda figured it all out and kept you safe. But don’t feel bad. You did the right thing. I’m not sure I woulda stayed with that knucklehead either.” He kissed the top of your head. “Alright. Enough chick flick moments. Now give me my granddaughter and get the hell out. We can catch up later. Right now I just want to get to know her.”

You and Dean shared an excited look. “You really want her by yourself Bobby?” you asked the grinning man.

“Of course I do! She’s my grandbaby and I’m not dense. I know how to feed and change a baby. Just tell me what she should have for food and you go enjoy yourselves. I can tell you’re itchin’ to go, Dean is already halfway out the damn door.”

You quickly explained to Bobby what to feed her for dinner and let him know to call you if he needed anything. Dean let him know you wouldn’t be going far; just 20 minutes up the road and you could be here in 10 if there was an emergency.

“Quit your blabberin’ and get out already. If anything I’ll just call Jody. I’m sure she would love to help. Now go, have fun. Enjoy some alone time. You know Sammy ain’t gonna be changin’ any diapers for ya.”

He all but shoved you and Dean out the front door as Mary tugged on the old man’s beard. The two of you stood there for a moment looking at each other before he took your hand and led you to the Impala.

“Remember I told you I wanted to take you some place?”

You nodded.

He opened the passenger door for you. “Well, it’s a place I found while I was driving around one day after you left. I was going crazy, and this place reminded me of you. It’s so peaceful and beautiful. I would go there every time we hit a dead end looking for you. It calmed me down and helped me think a little more clearly; no one else knew about it, so it was the one place I had all to myself. The day I found it, I was thinking about how much you would love it. I promised myself if I ever found you and got you to come home, I’d take you here one day. I’d like to bring Mary too, but not today. Today is just you and me princess.”

“You gonna tell me anything about this place, or just keep me in the dark?”

He shot you a smug little grin. “All I’m gonna say is that it’s beautiful. You’ll love it.”

“That’s not very helpful, Winchester. Can you give me more to go on?” You knew he wasn’t going to, and that was okay; you just wanted to play with him a little.

But he knew exactly what you were doing. He just smiled and shook his head. “You don’t quit and I might just blindfold you.”

For some reason, that was exciting to you. You’d never been blindfolded before. That could be fun…

Dean noticed the smirk across your face and just laughed. “Really, Y/N? All the times we hooked up and you never mentioned liking the kinky stuff? Well then, I guess someone’s getting a blindfold.” He reached into the back seat and pulled out one of his FBI ties from his bag. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you sideways and wrapped the tie around your eyes, checking to make sure you could see no light before tying it at the back of your head. His hands lingered though; touching your hair, grazing your ear, trailing down your neck and across your collarbone. The feather- light touches on your skin had you shivering. You heard Dean chuckle when he took note of your shivers. “Don’t worry princess.” He leaned in close and whispered into your ear, “I’ll give you something to shiver about later.” Before he leaned away, he reached across you and buckled your seatbelt. You felt the car begin to move, and you couldn’t help but wonder where he was taking you.

After about 20 minutes of listening to Dean sing along to Led Zeppelin, the car shifted underneath you. You knew you were no longer on pavement. You could tell you had turned off the road and were driving through grass. The car finally rolled to a stop and he turned the music off. You could hear the birds singing and smell the flowers and feel the sun on your face. You were suddenly glad Dean put the blindfold on you. It heightened all your other senses. You made a mental note to ask Dean to use one of these with you more often.

Your door opened and Dean took you into his arms. You felt foliage of some kind brushing your hands. It must be really tall grass. You could hear the wind rustling tree leaves, and you thought some smaller things were falling around you. You could feel little pieces of whatever it was brush past your skin as it fell to the ground. The smell of flowers was bordering on overwhelming now, almost completely blocking out everything else except your hearing. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and took the tie off your head.

“Let your eyes adjust for a moment princess; then I’ll show you what we came here for.”

You did as you were told and slowly let your eyes adjust to the bright sunlight. As you looked at the scene behind the Impala, you were stunned. The crabapple trees surrounding the clearing were dropping their flowers everywhere which left the place with a slight pink tinge, the sunlight was filtering in through the trees, the grass all over the little meadow was almost waist high and the birds were flitting every which way. It was so beautiful; it took your breath away.

Dean watched in wonder as your face betrayed all your emotions. First confusion, then understanding, then you stood shocked and awed. The way the sun glinted off your y/c/h hair and threw even more light into your eyes, you had never been more beautiful. And then you smiled.

He gently grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to face the space he wanted to show you. As you see it all, you gasp and grab his hand. Your voice is so quiet; he almost misses your whispered words.

“Dean…it’s…it’s so beautiful!” your voice choked up at the end and he quickly turned his face to yours in concern.

“What’s wrong princess?”

The tears flowed down your face. “Don’t panic sweetheart. These are happy tears. It’s so beautiful I can’t even find the right words to describe it all.”

The magical place he found was a small, crystal clear pond, surrounded by flowers and little rabbits and squirrels hopping to and fro. The flowers from the trees surrounding you had massed together in the water. You had never seen anything so peaceful in your life.

You made your way to the edge of the pond and looked down into the pool of blue-green water. You could see all the way to the bottom.  As you went to say something to Dean, he rushed you from behind and threw you into the pond, himself splashing in right beside you. You broke the surface sputtering and gasping for air as Dean just sat there smirking at you.

“What the hell Dean!” you yelled as you splashed water at his smug face.

“I wanted to go swimming with you.”

I can’t believe he did this.

“I’m gonna kill you Winchester.”

He splashed you with water as he kicked away from you. “Only if you can catch me!”

He had forgotten you used to be a swimmer, a damn good one too. You powered through the water, easily catching his ankle and dragging him down. You teasingly held his head under for a moment before you let him up and started laughing.

You swirled your hand around a group of the flower blossoms that had fallen in the water; you were still completely enamored with the beauty of this small clearing. And you had to admit, being in the water made it even better.

While you were lost in your thoughts and enjoying the scenery, you missed Dean swimming up behind you. He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you close to his chest. He supported both your weights easily in the water, so you relaxed back into him. He buried his face in your neck and quietly murmured, “when I found this place, I thought I had finally died and gone to heaven. But you never appeared, so I knew it wasn’t my heaven. It took me while to believe this place was real. I didn’t ever share it with anyone, because I wanted to share it with you alone. I wanted this to be our special place, and now that I know about Mary, I wanna share it with her too. I want this to be our safe place. No monsters, no Heaven or Hell, no nothing. Just us. Whaddya say princess?”

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Chapter Two

Disclaimer: Mason’s character name has been changed to Major because I’ve finally found a nickname that is even somewhat reasonable.

Chapter Two is finally here! Hopefully this introduces everyone to the inner workings of a group like this, and continues to build on character relations! Lemme know what you think through the Ask box, and don’t be afraid to send in asks for Fact Check or simply for your curiosity!

Razz woke with the dawn. The moment that the sun began to light up the street, her blue-green eyes were open and searching around for danger. It took her a few moments to remember what exactly had happened the night before, and she gave a small sigh of relief when she looked to her left and Gwen was still slumped against Major, her breath slowly stirring the air. She turned her eyes back to the street, noticing the few others who were awake. Dusk was sitting up, his dark hazel eyes staring absently down the street, and Lore was holding as still as possible so as not to disturb the girl asleep on her legs. Sin was awake as well, but those were all of the people she knew the names of that were alert, and she lost interest. She leaned forwards and pulled her backpack off, swinging it into her lap and unzipping it. Once it was open, she began to rummage through it. She knew the rough gist of what she had, and the exact numbers of the most important things. Most important things being the food she needed to survive. She grinned when she uncovered a can of mandarin oranges. They were the perfect breakfast, especially sweet for someone who had been eating canned everything for such a long time. She cracked it open, wiping her hands on her pant leg before poking her fingers in carefully. Like that she ate her breakfast, chewing slowly and trying to savor the taste. This was all she would eat until late that night, she had to preserve rations. There was really nothing to do until more people woke up, so Razz let herself zone out and tried to relax, staring out at nothing in particular. It was only about an hour until the majority of the group was awake and moving about, and Razz did her best to ignore them. She was uncomfortable with so many people around and played with the strings on her hoodie as a distraction. It was not long after that Gwen woke up, and she turned to Razz almost immediately. “Morning, sis,” she said happily. “Morning,” Razz said quietly, turning her eyes to Gwen after a moment of hesitation. The slightly taller twin squealed and dove at Razz from her sitting position, wrapping her arms around her. Razz spluttered, trying to restrain a laugh as she wiggled in her twins grip. “Oh cut it out!” she laughed, “I’m alive, alright! Let go!” Gwen cackled, letting Razz go and leaning back onto her palms. “You’re a dork,” she teased her. “Oh I know,” Razz said evenly, “and we share the same genetics so you are too.” Gwen smirked, and then perked up. She hopped onto her feet, holding out a hand. “Come on, let’s go get breakfast!” “I’ve already eaten,” said Razz quizzically, holding out her hand, “What do you mean by ‘go get’? Don’t you carry your own rations?” “Oh god no,” Gwen said with what was mostly a false disgust, still pulling Razz to her feet, “that shit’s heavy! We only carry what we need to, each group is in charge of something else!” “Groups?” “I’ll introduce you in a bit, but I’m starving. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Razz watched her twin jog away, towards where a small group was gathering. She shrugged slightly and turned her gaze downwards to where Major was sitting. She had been under the impression that he was still asleep, but his eyes were open, and he was fiddling with something in his hands. “What’re you messing with?” she asked, glancing over at him again. “Nothing important,” he said with a small sigh, tucking the item back into a pocket. She decided not to push it and turned away. It was then that she noticed that her ponytail had slipped in the night, and was now a messy bunch that hung at the base of her skull. She reached back and pulled the ponytail off, leaning forwards to collect the hair again. She redid the ponytail with practiced ease, and when she looked up again Gwen was coming over to her with a small group of people following. As though Major could sense her sudden nervousness at the sight of the approaching people, he spoke up. “Just be calm. They’re the other leaders, all harmless.” Razz glanced at him, still uncertain, but she allowed her muscles to relax some, though she was still on high alert. Gwen walked all the way to Razz’s side, though the rest of the group she had brought halted a few feet away from them both. Razz recognized Ray from the night before. It struck her as odd that the timid girl was the leader of something, but she didn’t voice her confusion. “Razz,” Gwen said proudly, “These are the leaders of the different jobs that are used to keep us safe. I want to introduce you to them.” Razz glanced at Gwen but then focused back on the others. “Alright,” she said calmly, “Introduce me then.” “Well, if you’re going to fit in here, you need to know what the groups are and why they’re here. Our little group functions like a clock, with each cog turning to make the main mechanism tick. Each of these groups is a cog, and we need to figure out where you fit. I figured that I would let the leaders explain the basics of their job for you,” Gwen said evenly, with a smile on her face, “So, leaders, who wants to go first?” “Do we get to leave after we’ve spoken,” asked an extremely dull voice from near the back of the group. Gwen took a slow, deep breath, visibly irritated already. “Sure,” she said coolly. “Perfect.” A dark brunette girl shoved her way to the front of the group, tall and slim, with a glare like none other. “My name is Chrysoberyl,” she said with just as much distaste as Gwen had displayed held in her tone, “and I lead the Weapon’s Cache.” Razz did not have a good feeling about her likelihood to enjoy Chrysoberyl’s company. “The Weapon’s Cache is in charge of the deployment, repair, and upkeep of all of the weapons this group has to offer.” Her face was filled with cockiness as if she thought herself better than everyone around her, “and we are not to be trifled with. Thank you for your time.” Razz watched her stalk away and gave a small giggle. “Good heavens,” she said quietly to her twin, “Who uses the phrase ‘trifled with’ anyway?” Gwen snorted and tried to hold back the smirk that was curling onto her lips at her twin’s comment. “Next,” she called out, her voice holding back laughter. A small, stout, angry looking girl was the next to step forwards to the front of the group. “You can call me Dee, and I am the commander of the guards. You can guess what we do from the title.” Razz snorted. “What’re you, like ten?” “I’m thirteen,” Dee responded, without an ounce of humor in her voice, “and I could kick your ass blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back. Watch your tone.” Razz didn’t know if she should laugh or be intimidated. Dee seemed to realize this, and she sneered. “You’re gonna learn some shit when you’re in my training session,” she said tonelessly before turning around and walking away. Razz gave a nervous laugh. “Erm… so what’s her deal?” “Nothing to worry about,” Gwen said with a wave of her hand, “Let’s have the next!” Ray timidly moved to the front of the group. “You should already know me,” she said slightly worriedly, “but just in case, my name is Ray. I lead the scouts, we do the nightly watch and run ahead from time to time to inspect the areas we’re going to be moving through so that preparation is at its maximum.” “I remember you,” Razz said with a small smile. Ray returned the gesture with a tentative grin before she turned and scurried away. Razz gave a little giggle and turned to Gwen, but her sister wasn’t paying attention. “Come on, Shay you’re next!” the taller twin called. The short, curly haired girl Razz had seen sleeping on Lore last night seemed to bounce to the front of the group, there was so much spring in her step. “Hi there,” she said with an extremely high pitched, excitable voice, “I’m Shay, and it is so, so, so, so, so good to meet you!” Her voice seemed to just gain speed the longer she spoke. Razz was extremely amused and rendered uncomfortable by the child. “Erm,” she said with a nervous laugh, “Where did you get the coffee?” Shay seemed to completely freeze, her face quizzical. “There’s coffee?” “Uh…” Razz was at a loss. She looked to Gwen for help, and the girl rolled her eyes, waving at Shay. “Let’s finish this, Shay,” she prompted the curly haired teen. “Oh, right!” Shay gasped, completely forgetting Razz’s earlier comment, “I’m the second in command for Major! Lore is my partner, we work together to help them out!” Razz glanced at Gwen and raised an eyebrow in question. Why would that be a second in command? Gwen chuckled and waved Shay away. “Thank you, kiddo! Go see if anyone needs help organizing the patrols for the day,” she said easily. Shay seemed to bound away without a moment of hesitation. Razz turned to the remaining people and perked up immediately. She lifted her hand and waved. Dawn and Dusk, childhood friends of Gwen’s and constant figures in Razz’s life even if she didn’t get along with them too well, waved back in turn. Gwen didn’t have to instruct them to begin. “Welcome back, Razz,” Dusk began, “I’m in charge of-” “Razz! I’m the resident-” “Goddamnit Dawn, I was saying something-” “WERE NOT!” “Was too! Knock your shit off!” “Fuck you!” “Fuck you too!” Their voices were rising in pitch and Razz smirked. “You sound like teenage girls,” she said with a snide tone, and both boys turned to face her with indignant faces. “Do NOT,” they said in unison, both obviously trying to use deeper voices. Razz rolled her eyes as Gwen cackled evilly from behind her. Dusk coughed loudly and nudged Dawn behind him. “Anyway,” he said, trying to regain his composure, “I’m the medic. I do medicine. That’s all.” “Good, now you’re done. Move.” Demanded Dawn shoving his brother out of the way. “I’m the resident culinary artist!” “Resident pack mule is more like it,” grumbled Dusk from the side. Dawn looked wounded. “I am the cook!” He gasped, obviously insulted. “Please,” Dusk said with a roll of his eyes, “all you do is carry the cans and hand them out!” Dawn huffed loudly and looked to Gwen. In a whiney voice, he sought her approval. “Gwen, aren’t I a cook?” Gwen smiled at him and patted his head. “Sure you are,” she said with hidden sarcasm. “SEE?” He shouted at his brother. “She was being patronising,” Dusk pointed out. Gwen deftly grabbed Dusk around his arms and spun him around before he could throw a punch. “Alright!” She shouted, grinning, “that’s everyone! You two get the fuck outta here away from one another and let me and Razz have some peace!” Both boys groaned but after a small hesitation walked in opposite directions. Gwen waited for them to be out of earshot before she turned to Razz again. “Alrighty,” she said calmly, “I think, personally, that you should trial run with the Scouts first!” Razz looked at her with one eyebrow raised before shrugging her shoulders. “If you think so,” she said with indifference, “pretty sure it’s going to be a shit show wherever I go, so it’s your choice.” Gwen grinned and nodded. “Love you, sis!” She said, turning and beginning to jog away, “Stay right there, I’ll be sending a few scouts your way to do their introduction to the job!” A few feet away she paused, turning around. “Just for clarification,” she said pointedly, staring Razz down, “you’re going to spend time with each of the groups unless you find one you really like early on.” Razz was slightly uncomfortable with being left alone, but nodded. “Alright,” she called back, “I’ll be here! Gwen smirked and turned away again, making her way towards the largest body of people. Razz stood by quietly and watched, waiting for her sibling to return. Gwen wasn’t long, and after less than five minutes she broke away from the group, followed by Ray and one other girl that Razz knew the build of. That must be why; if she was a scout then Razz would have seen her during the observation period. At least her silhouette. Razz lifted a hand to say hello to Ray, and the slim girl gave a nervous smile. “Heya, Razz,” Ray greeted her quietly, and Razz nodded to acknowledge the getting. “You know Ray already,” Gwen said, “and this here is Ace. They’re going to take you on your first run. I don’t think that you’re little enough for it, but Ace might teach you the tricks of roof running if you’re doing well enough.” Razz raised an eyebrow at the term ‘roof running’, but Gwen waved her off. “They’ll explain. Ray is in charge, you don’t do anything unless she gives you the ok,” Gwen said firmly, looking at Razz with the glare only a sister can give her sibling. Razz rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah, off you get Gwen. We’ll be fine.” “Funny,” Gwen said without an ounce of her composure slipping, “don’t fuck up now, ‘kay?” “‘Kay,” Razz sighed in exasperation, “I get it.” Gwen flashed a smile before she turned and headed away. Razz turned towards Ray expectantly as soon as Gwen was on her way. “So,” she said calmly, “what’s next?” “Basics,” Ray responded, her voice gaining a little strength. “We have to lay a few ground rules out before we can start the run.” “And those are?” “Ace, let’s see if you remember,” Ray suggested, turning her ocean blue eyes to the Albanian girl beside her. “Oh! Alright, I got this!” Ace said energetically, before pausing a moment to think. “Ok, alright,” she repeated after a second, “number one is never to leave the other scouts.” “Correct,” Ray said happily, giving a small smile, “unless ordered by the team leader, you never leave another behind. Getting separated could mean death.” Razz nodded, her gaze switching back to Ace. “Number two is…” she paused again, and then continued, “Never take unnecessary risks.” “Correct!” Ray said, obviously happy that Ace had remembered. She turned to Razz. “Any risk that you take is endangering your entire group.” Razz once again nodded her head, watching Ace again. “And finally-” Ace began, but was interrupted by Ray. “Finally,” Ray said, her voice as stern as she could get, “Never, ever, engage in a situation. You observe and report, you do not ever create or finish one.” That last rule really didn’t bode well with Razz. She was immediately unsure about the job- she knew her own impulsivity and learned to work with it. At the same time, however, she was aware of the fact that she was the newbie here. Questioning the leaders, even just the tertiary ones, would lead to judgments she didn’t want or need. Her desires were mixed when it came to this group; part of her wanted to stay and fit in, to be with her sister, but the other hated the idea of conforming to the masses like was expected here. For now at least, she would wait. She would be silent, and would go along with the rules. Razz dipped her head in understanding. “Alright, Razz,” Ray said with a small smile, “Let’s go then!” Razz forced a smile, and gestured for her to lead the way. The brown haired girl nodded at her and gladly stepped forwards to begin leading them. The shorter Albanian girl took up the rear, and Razz walked between them with as calm a face as she could put on. They walked for what seemed like an hour, but was really more like ten minutes. “This is as far as we explored last time,” Ray said to the two people following her, “and for today we need to go at least five more miles this way. We’ll find a good spot to set up camp, and report back.” “How far do you guys explore everyday anyway?” Razz asked. “About twenty miles usually,” Ray said nonchalantly, “but because you’re newer to this whole thing, I’m not going to push us out that far.” Razz just stared forwards at her. “Where are we going, anyways? How do we know we’re going the right direction?” “Gwen knows where we’re headed,” Ray said with obvious confidence in their leader, “We travel towards the rising sun, to the east.” “But what’s to the east?” asked Razz again, slightly more adamant this time. “I’m not sure,” she said, shrugging, “but Gwen knows.” “You sure do put a lot of faith in what my sister knows,” Razz muttered. “She’s never given us a reason not to trust her,” Ace piped up from the back of the group, and Razz turned to her with a small glare. “Uh huh,” she said in disbelief, “because Gwen is definitely the one that I would be putting my faith in right now.” Both Ray and Ace stared at her with chilly looks. “Let’s move on,” Ray prompted, trying to put a bit more energy in her voice. Razz rolled her eyes and nodded at her, “Lead the way,” she sighed. They walked for awhile in silence, Razz’s eyes trained on the ground. She found the silence both peaceful and unnerving. When things were this quiet when she was on her own, she was always worried about what would come next. On the other hand, however, it was nice to have a break from the constant chatter of young Ace and nervous but gentle Ray. “Razz, remember to keep your eyes up and looking at the surroundings. You want to see everything.” Ace offered her advice from the rear of their trio, and Razz instantly jerked her head up, scanning the surrounding areas. “Don’t just rely on your eyes, either,” Ray said evenly from behind them, their earlier confrontation seemingly forgotten, “your ears are just as good of an indicator of where a threat might be.” “Is that so,” asked Razz dully, obviously unimpressed with the advice. She had been on her own much longer than any of them, there seemed no reason to her that she should require so much mentoring on how to pay attention to her surroundings. She could feel Ace’s eyes boring into her back, but she didn’t give either of the others the satisfaction of looking back at her. “Pick up the pace,” ordered Ray quietly from the front of their little group, “maybe the running will do us all some good.” Well, if good was dry heaving into a rundown payphone booth, then running had certainly done Razz that favor. “Come on, rookie,” Ray called, “It’s only been three miles.”. Both her and Ace were half trying to provide support while also chastising her for this lack of stamina. “Shut up,” Razz rasped from inside the booth, “I never had to run when I was on my own, at least for not this long.” “Then how did you catch up to us?” Ray asked disbelievingly “I,” Razz said indignantly, lifting her head up and pushing herself out of the booth, “never needed to rely upon a giant mass of people for my protection.” Her voice radiated sarcasm as she said, “surprisingly, it’s not that hard for a single, smaller girl to hide from a hoard of the creatures in comparison to an entire massive lumbering group.” She smirked, and added, “On top of that, I could travel at night, unlike the rest of you who need to rest with the entirety of your little protective bubble.” Ray just looked at her, and sighed. “Come on Razz, you’ve had your breather. We haven’t found anything helpful whatsoever, there’s been nothing but empty highway. There’s none of those creatures around either.” “That’s a good sign, right?” Ace piped up from her side. “Not necessarily,” Razz pointed out evenly, taking a deep breath, “because we don’t know where they are. If they don’t attack us now, the odds of us being attacked when we decide to bring the entire group this way rises significantly.” “Hmm?” Ace made a confused noise. Razz sighed. “All I mean is that every second something doesn’t happen the chances of it happening the next second raise bit by bit. It’s simple math really.” Ace didn’t look the most convinced but she nodded her head anyway. It quirked a small smile onto Razz’s face. Gwen used to make faces like that when she was in math. It seems that both her and Ace had a similar distaste for the subject. “Come on then,” Razz prompted, “you guys think we should keep going, so let’s keep going.” They set off again in relative silence, though it was obvious that the small show of positive emotion from Razz had eased the other’s misgivings about her. It was just over forty-five minutes of walking later when they came across the first gas station outside of town. Their particular interstate highway had exits every 5-15 miles, meaning that if they timed it right they could travel the same amount they aimed to travel each day (ten or so miles), and come across a place to sleep. “Alright,” Ray said as they came up to the station, “We should check it over and then head back. We’ll eat dinner once we’re back with the group!” Razz nodded at her, as did Ace, and they advanced on the gas station. The old store was slumped to the side, as if a particularly strong gust of wind had caused it to lean. It had shingles falling off of it, and was cracked in a few places, obviously unstable. There was no gasoline anywhere, the ground was scorched everywhere around the place the tanks had once stood. “W-what happened here?” asked Ace in confusion. “Gasoline is highly flammable,” Razz said mildly, looking at the place where her family had fueled up their car so many times. Her face was unreadable and she sighed, stretching out her arm with a small yawn. She was just lowering the outstretched limb when she heard a strange growl from behind them. It wasn’t an animal, but wasn’t quite human either. “Aww, shit,” she said mildly, whipping around as her arm dropped to her belt. She had her machete in its holster there, and within a second she had her hand on the handle. She was facing a few more of the creatures than she’d anticipated. It seemed like there was five or more, rather than the one or two she had been expecting. “Alright, Razz,” she murmured to herself, holding her machete so that it was across her chest and pulling out her tomahawk in a hurried fashion, “you’ve done this before, you’ve fought off more than this.” “Run Razz, run!” She couldn’t tell which one had screamed that, but it struck her with a small bit of irritation. Regardless, she turned, weapons still in hand, and took off sprinting. Ray was hopping and waving for her to follow not far away, and Ace was right next to her, eyes wide with terror. “Ace,” shouted Ray as Razz neared them, “you take to the roof as soon as we’re in range, if we’re still being followed. Alert the group!” Razz gestured at them to run, and both turned and began following her lead, the adrenaline pumping through their veins driving them as a much faster pace than she had expected to be able to maintain. By the time they reached the edge of the town, they had very much lost the creatures, and Razz nearly keeled over as she crouched next to a building to vomit up what was left of her breakfast. She finally was able to sit back, and sort of collapsed onto her back, breathing shallow and her eyes closed. Ray and Ace weren’t much better off, though neither one vomited. They were leaning against the walls, panting, sweat beading their skin. “God…. damn it,” Razz groaned from the asphalt, “that was absolute bullshit you know.” “Welcome… to this job…” Ray said between deep breaths, “Run for your life, remember?” “Bullshit,” Razz repeated breathily, keeping her eyes closed, “it’s bullshit.” It seemed as though the entire group of them came to the conclusion that shutting up would be the safest way to go, and so that they did. They stood after ten minutes of breathing, thoroughly exhausted, and began to make their way back to their group at a slow amble. They were spotted by a skinny boy stood up on one of the roofs, and he shouted down to the group. “Scouts incoming!” Ray lifted a hand to show that they were all still ok, and they walked into the camp to give a report. Gwen and Major looked up in near unison, the former grinning over at her twin. “Hey, Razz!” she called, her smile broadening, “How’d it go? D’ya like being a scout?” Razz shot her a look that very clearly said that they would talk about it later as the scouting group sidled up to the leaders. “There’s a gas station about 10 miles down the road,” Ray reported to the leaders, mainly addressing Gwen, “with minimal interference from the creatures until the station itself. We ran into a hoard of them there, between 5 and 15.” “That’s a rather large range, Ray,” said Gwen with a minor bit of disappointment, though she didn’t hold any judgement in her tone. “8.” “What was that Razz?” asked Major, the only one to catch her muttered statement. “8,” Razz said speaking louder this time, “There were eight.” “And how did you come across that number?” he asked. Ray looked a little miffed that Razz had caught the exact number and she hadn’t. “It was because,” she said, a little jealously, “she did not listen to the most important rule of being a scout and nearly engaged.” “Well no shit I almost engaged,” Razz snapped irritably, “there were only eight, I’ve taken on 12 at a time. You’re the ones who came up with the stupid ‘don’t engage’ rules, not me!” “Hey, hey!” shouted Gwen, stepping in between them, “Knock it off!” Razz locked her jaw, glaring down at the ground. “Gwen, go talk to Ace and Ray over there,” Major said evenly, his voice gentler than hers, “I’ll talk with Razz.” “Why, because I’ll not tell the truth to my own sister?” snapped Razz sarcastically, turning her icy gaze onto the much taller boy. “No,” he said calmly, “Because I think that you’ll be better off with a calmer person than you will with your little flame of a twin right now.” Razz glared, but didn’t continue to argue. They waited until Gwen had led Ray and Ace out of earshot before speaking again. “Let’s go get you some food,” Major suggested, not looking at Razz. She glowered back. “What makes you think that I want anything to do with the food you serve me?” “Suit yourself, Spitfire,” he said with a tiny bit of amusement, “but we need to talk at least a bit so that Gwen doesn’t fry me later on.” As much as she didn’t want to, the term Spitfire was one of Razz’s favorites, and she liked as a nickname. “I have my own food,” she muttered, refusing to show her small bit of appreciation of the name, “you can have some of that.” Major nodded at her, and she turned away, walking over to the place where she had slept. She irritably pulled open her food bag, and hucked a can of soup at Major over her shoulder, before pulling another can out for herself. “So,” she said coolly, turning to face him, “Let’s talk.”