#900drabbles

A/N: I saved this for last. I started with Team Og, I wanted to end it with Team Og. Thank you, sweetie.<3

She knows he’s coming. She’s known he’d come since the moment she’d been handed the picture of her last target. Michael is unforgiving of moves made against him- even by freelancer assassins who hold no bias in this gang war of theirs. There are no neutrals to him, only For and Against. Lindsay has done contract work for him before. She knows exactly how he runs his little operation and knows exactly what would happen the moment she struck out. In fact, she’d planned on it.

The hit had been easy. Simple wipe out- no cleaning detail even. From there it’d been a bit harder to try to lay a trail that she knew only he would understand. A letter left open here, a game left abandoned there, anything and everything just short of writing her number on the wall. With any luck, he’d follow it and she’d have a great night. With no luck he’ll be too oblivious to her trail or care more about who had hired her. (He’d saved Ray once after the man had done a hit for him. Long story short, a gang was torn apart and Ray got a permanent job with Michael.)

A/N: I present Rayeo and Joeliet: Vampyre edition. 

They can’t be seen together. If they’re seen together both their lives will be forfeit, and neither will be able to stop it. They steal away moments- just moments because any longer and both will crave far too much more- in abandoned places and hidden corners. There will be no happy ending for them, but they can’t separate. Nor can they abandon the path laid before them and run. Even if they could, they’d be hunted and found practically instantly. Neither wants to put the other at risk. There’s no way out for them. No way they can solve this.

It won’t matter soon anyways, Joel knows. Not with the way he can hear Ray’s thumping pulse louder with each visit. Not with the way he can smell the coppery liquid just below the skin, calling to him though they know it’s poison. Not with the way he can taste iron against his tongue for hours after he’s left Ray alone. There is no forever. Not for Joel. Not for Ray.

A/N: I wasn’t sure if you meant matching tattoos as in words/ink or like they get an imprint of the bodypart in that spot. So I went with imprint of a bodypart in that spot because nothing amuses me more than the idea that someone met their soulmate at a sleepover by accidentally stepping on their face.

Ray had always been careful touching others. He didn’t want to be one of those people with the tattoos that everyone made fun of, one who would be told it was in such a place because they weren’t “true” soulmates. So he kept his touching to a minimal, knowing the moment skin touched skin it’d be a nightmare. A few people in the office are prime examples.

Michael, for example, has a hand print around his neck. Gavin had just been trying to hang on to his shoulders and his hand had slipped, leaving them both looking like they’d just been choked constantly. Geoff’s was on his ass and it always stuck out from just above his pants, a girlish slim hand towards the left side. (Ray does his best to ignore it most days, not wanting to get asked why he was staring at a married man’s ass.) Kerry, Miles, and Monty all have lip prints on either cheek. Matt and Jeremy have an imprint of giving someone the finger on their right cheek.

Many more got lucky- for example, Kdin and Caleb have each other’s hand prints on their right hands from when Caleb had tried to help the other up. (After accidentally knocking him down in the first place.) Gus and Burnie have each other’s thigh prints on their left thigh. Barbara and Lindsay have each other’s knuckles across their shoulders. Jack and Adam have hand prints over their chests.

Ray wants to be like the second group. He wants to be someone who can go out in public without having to explain that he’s not in an abusive relationship. Without having to explain that the rude gesture on his face is unintentional. He just wants someone to see it, go ‘aww cute’, and leave it be. So he watches and measures his movements right until someone surprises him. He doesn’t mean to elbow them but it happens anyways.

He wasn’t supposed to get his soulmark this way. Joel looks mostly amused but Ray is freaking out because he’s got a red circle right in the middle of his chest that looks like he’s just starting effects make up on a Tony Stark cosplay. He was supposed to get a normal place- from a hand shake or a pat on the shoulder or a thumb at his hip. This wasn’t the plan he’d worked so hard to keep. Ray’s so freaked out he doesn’t really notice when Joel moves until he’s got lips pressed against his.

Matt doesn’t know why he was chosen to be the leader of MJLK. Not because of any sort of self-loathing or worth issue, but because he’s not a leader type. He’s more of a damage and support kind of guy, one who makes a big enough effect to be helpful, but can’t draw aggro. Lindsay is much more of their tank. She faces everything head on, letting her weapon do the talking for her, and often indirectly leads them into battle. She would have been a good leader, he’s sure.

Kdin and Jeremy are both sneakier damage support, either able to swap out with her for short periods of time. They’re quick, light on their feet, and able to go ranged if necessary. They’re not really meant to be leaders either, but they could have stepped up to it, he thinks. All Matt really has behind him is a bit of tactical knowledge, which doesn’t do much good when no one can really hear him. He has to tell Jeremy or Kdin who will both shout it out so that often Lindsay can enact it and lead them into battle.

Geoff likes Jack, he reminded himself as he put himself elbow deep in flour. The man was a good friend and an even better customer. He knows that the cute boy upfront isn’t free but that doesn’t stop him from flirting with him anyways. Geoff grinds his teeth and tells himself it’s just friendly joking. He hears his boyfriend laugh- he sounds completely relaxed and happy- and he kneads the dough a little harder without thinking about it.

Jack doesn’t like Michael as anything more than a friend, Geoff whispers to himself as he works. He easily slips into the motions of baking, muttering to himself as he goes. Jack doesn’t like Michael, he’s about to be engaged to Ray if the Puerto Rican says yes. Jack is absolutely besotted with Ray and knows that doing anything with Michael isn’t worth the chance he’d lose him. Not that Jack wants to do anything with Michael, Geoff’s mind just won’t shut up because Jack’s making some dumb joke about how cherubish and adorable Geoff’s boyfriend looks like without a beard.

A/N: I always have problems with these sort of prompts because they’re so vague and widecast that I just have no idea what to write for them.

Ryan’s had quite enough of the office. At first, he thought working with other half-humans would be nice. He’d never assumed it’d be totally accepting, but there was a limit of how many times he could get asked if he needed a good milking before he charged at someone. On the brightside, he’d learned early on to avoid Barbara. The filly was just full of bovine puns and was not against stretching for one. Right now, he’d probably take her puns over Ray calling him Betsy or Geoff’s ‘casual’ tab of cowbells left open on his computer. He was glad the centaurs were friendly, but he almost mourned not having horns.

A/N: You know, technically, this isn’t an au. But I do love you, so I’ll make an exception since you asked so nicely. <3

Ray was tired. He was tired, he was sore, and he just wanted to fall back into bed where no one would ask him where his audio file or if he’d finished the 5 facts or if he could record another part for some let’s play he didn’t care about. His head was absolutely pounding as if brain was trying to break out of it and just leave. Not that he blamed it, he was debating doing such himself. Especially since it was so hard not to doze while editing.

The hands on his shoulders surprised him enough that he jumped and pushed his chair back a bit, accidentally running over the toes of his boyfriend who was only trying to get his attention. Sagging his shoulders with guilt and exhaustion, he apologized and took off his headphones. Geoff frowned at him, leaning around the side of the chair to kiss his cheek.

"Close down." Geoff said.

"But I’ve still got-" Ray protested, running a hand through his hair.

"Nope. Hand whatever you’ve got for today off, you’re going home."

"Geoff, I’d love to but I’m already nearly done with it anyways-"

"Which means it’s just a tiny bit of work for someone else to get done and it won’t fuck with their day. Now come on, I mean it. Shut your fucking computer down, we’re going to dinner and then we’re going home so you can get some sleep."

"Aw man I get food?"

"If you shut down. Otherwise I’m feeding you to something instead. Hurry up, the sooner you get done the sooner we can go."

"I’m shutting down, I’m shutting down! Thanks, Geoff."

"Someone has to make sure you don’t fall asleep during a let’s play."

"Wow, and here I thought you cared."

"I care about assholes not doing their jobs."