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Sonny has always been a sexually excited guy (Catholic repression moment), so I'd think he'd try to dry hump a pillow or two just to see how it feels like. Then he gets with Rafael and when Rafael enforces his no touching yourself policy, Sonny's like, "hmmm well if I do the pillow, I'm not technically masturbating", so he likes doing it. I think eventually Rafael catches on and forces him to hump it to completion while degrading him. Maybe even forcing him to sleep with the come stained pillow for a while. Freaky slutty whorish man.

i finally dipped into this one! thanks so much for the elaboration and im sorry it took so long omg. but here!

Hello anon! Thanks so much~ I took this to mean a coffee/cafe date with Lanzhu, though I also wrote about what she'd like to order! I hope you enjoy c:

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𝒞𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

Desmond, an assassin agent of the Templars of Abstergo, is tasked with investigating a strange series of murders being committed against scientists from sister company, Gentek. The scientists are being killed in improbably strange and gruesome ways. Abstergo figures Desmond can use his Animus acquired Assassin skills to suss out the killer while Abstergo does their own investigation into Gentek.

As Desmond begins his investigation, he happens to meet an interested onlooker, an intense man named Alex, who is also curious about these strange killings. Alex claims he’s looking into it for “investigative journalism” reasons. Desmond suspects nothing at first, too wrapped up in his own head and in his task to think anything is really off about Alex. Together they meet up more and more until they basically become their own Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

Desmond becomes increasingly perplexed by the murders as they become more elaborate. He notes that the way these men are killed (perfectly sliced up, key organs removed, blood drained, etc) are impossible to achieve by human hands alone. Even the places and timing of the murders are improbable for someone to commit without being caught.

Eventually, Desmond decides to peek into the Abstergo-Gentek investigation, finding himself either blocked or being given breadcrumbs of information. Of course he realizes quickly enough that the higher ups are doing this on purpose, and chalks it up to them testing him and his abilities. To Desmond, this is nothing new to him.

The longer the investigation goes on, he finds himself growing closer and closer to Alex. He starts to open up to Alex about his purpose, his life, and the Animus project that he was forcibly subjected to. Alex grows surprisingly sympathetic towards him. He starts to give Desmond vague information about his own life as well, a childhood mired in tragedy and poverty. Desmond can tell there’s still more that Alex is not yet telling him, but accepts that in favor of keeping Alex’s companionship.

At a certain point, Desmond begins to realize the connection between the murders, and starts to catch glimpses of what he suspects is the killer; a shadowy figure with amazing parkour skills. He fails to capture them, as they evade him at every turn. It eventually occurs to Desmond that the killer is also testing him, aware that he’s investigating them, and is now becoming more flashy with the kills, as well as showing themselves, because they’re interested in him. 

With this now in mind, Desmond digs deeper into the Abstergo side of things, and starts unraveling the conspiracy that was hidden from him. He starts to find information about Project: Blacklight, an offshoot of an earlier Project: Redlight. Essentially, Gentek scientists acquired Redlight, a modified supervirus that was then further experimented on to become Blacklight.

What Desmond finds notable about the project is that Blacklight can consume cells, replicate them, and then is connected to all of them. They can then form together to turn their host into a living weapon. And the lead scientist for Project: Blacklight was Dr. A. Mercer, who became the host for his creation. After the virus took over his body, he was subjected to torturous experiments to test the limits of the virus. After several months of these experiments, he broke containment and fled into the city. Abstergo suspects that it’s him who is killing his fellow scientists as revenge for the experiments.

Now armed with this information, Desmond plots to finally capture Mercer once and for all. In his excitement, he stupidly blabs to Alex his plan. He wants to use the last, remaining scientist as live bait to lure Mercer in and capture him. Alex is dubious about his plan, but Desmond is adamant about it. 

By this point, Desmond and Alex have grown close. Desmond starts to express his hatred of Abstergo, how they choose to continuously make his life harder, after everything they’ve done to him. He tells Alex of all the things they’ve done to him outside of the Animus, how they’ve been using him as their tool without regard to his physical or mental state. He tells Alex how he had started a relationship with one of his handlers, Lucy, by accident, but came to truly love her. Abstergo knew about the relationship, but seemingly ignored it for months until one day, Lucy suddenly vanished and was never seen again.

He expresses to Alex how he’s since come to see himself as worthless after that, that no one wants him as a person, just as a weapon. In a moment of clarity, he openly sympathizes with Mercer, understanding why the other man would choose to freely kill those who wronged him with the supervirus powers. Alex’s whole demeanor suddenly changes, and he enthusiastically agrees to help Desmond with his plan. He promises Desmond that this time will be different, he will meet Mercer face to face. Desmond is surprised, but happy all the same.

A short time later, Alex calls upon Desmond, saying he’s found the last scientist, and gives him coordinates to meet up with him. Ready to finally put an end to all this, Desmond rushes out to the location, an old warehouse out by the docks. Once there, he finds the last scientist, bound and gagged. Alex is there, waiting patiently for Desmond. Desmond wants to start a stake out, knowing Mercer (who he is sure is following him) will come along soon.

Alex says not to bother, because Mercer is already here. Before Desmond’s very eyes, he reveals himself to be Mercer himself, and shows off his range of virus weaponry before carefully and surgically killing the scientist in front of Desmond. Desmond is actually surprised by this twist, despite knowing deep down, he knew there was something off about Alex. He realizes that everything weird about Alex he ignored in favor of companionship, and that all the puzzle pieces were right in front of his face the whole time.

Alex praises him for all his help, but also apologizes for getting so directly involved. Alex explains that he became infatuated with Desmond because of their relative similarities at the hands of Abstergo and Gentek. He says he wanted to ignore Desmond at first, but was intrigued by Desmond’s skills as an assassin. The rest fell into place on their own as he and Desmond grew closer. He had been wanting to come clean to Desmond for some time, and figured right there at the end was finally the best time as any to confess.

Desmond is both sickened and devastated. From the shock, he starts to slip into a Bleed, and ends up passing out. When he awakens, he finds himself in Alex’s apartment, of which he hasn’t been to at this point. Upon awakening, Alex immediately comforts him, but also gives him room to come to terms with everything that’s happened. Desmond wants to feel betrayed, but can’t, because surprise twists meant to fuck with him are just a normal part of his life. He expresses that he wishes that Alex had told him sooner, because then maybe things could have gone differently. Alex agrees.

Desmond asks Alex to explain what he meant by “infatuation” from earlier. Alex explains that he realizes he has feelings for Desmond, but not conventional ones. He was interested in Desmond at first as a detective. Then as an ally to get information from. Then a friend, of whom he saw himself in. Desmond’s breakdown from the other night made him realize just how similar they were, and he came to see Desmond as his true equal. All other secondary feelings he is conflicted on.

Desmond is still hurt, but strangely understands exactly what Alex is saying. Desmond says that he too found himself with conflicted feelings towards Alex, but had initially chalked it up to his own loneliness. Things are further complicated when Alex confesses that he isn’t actually Mercer; that when Mercer infected himself with the Blacklight virus, the virus took over and killed him, but absorbed many of his memories and assumed his likeness. Since he’s been “alive”, all he has known was the brutal experiments he was subjected to. It’s another reason why his attraction to Desmond grew; because Desmond is quite literally the only person he can actually relate to.

[This is probably the best moment to have these two freaks start making out and having some whacky ass monster sex because the real freak is me. This is my circus and I’m the head clown, honk honk.]

After consummating their strange attraction towards one another, Alex proposes that together, they dismantle and take down Abstergo. Desmond (unwittingly) helped him with his personal revenge quest, and would like to do the same for Desmond. He points out that Abstergo has taken far more from Desmond than possibly imaginable, and that neither will find peace until these Templar fucks are six feet under. Desmond is unsure at first, knowing just how far the Templar influence reaches. He feels he’s not worthy of such a task, having fallen so far from grace as a Brotherhood Assassin. But he realizes, at the same time, that makes him the most qualified.

After a very emotional talk, Alex asks one more time if Desmond will help him. Desmond finally agrees.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMA yes, i finally wrote it...the prompt you’ve been harassing me over (affectionately) for almost a year <33 i hope you enjoy this silly fluffy journey and have the best day ever. love you!! 🥳🥰💙💜 (btw it’s not quite your birthday for me, but since your several hours ahead of me, i get to post this early 😁) also i have about 8 screenshots for your prompt that i can in no way summarize, but just know it’s all here 😂 @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx

rated t (because emma said anything else was boirng) | words: 6.9k | read on ao3

summary:

At the sound of his lock turning, Buck hopped off the counter just in time to greet Eddie who let himself in with his spare key.

“Hey Birthday boy.”

Buck ducked his head as he tried to hide his blush, grinning over to Eddie.

“Hi.”

Eddie stepped toward him, reaching his hand out to place over Buck’s shoulder, tilting his head down just like he did whenever he was trying to gain Buck’s attention.

“All ready to go?”

“Yea, just uh, let me grab my bag.”

Eddie squeezed his shoulder before pulling away, moving to grab his bag.

“Nope, it’s your birthday. No heavy lifting for you today.”

-or-

Eddie takes Buck on a roadtrip for his birthday....idiocy ensues. 

tagging squad under the cut, lmk if you wanna be added or removed <3

what are your thoughts about the horribly dramatic and escalating truly miserable moment that was the graceful fall from an ever so high building after getting shot with a bloodstained arrow that happened to one of the players who wears a red jumper and has blonde hair and is mostly seen with wings

hi jayke this took me like 5 minutes to understand ... anyways

"if your friend jumps off a bridge, would you jump off too?"

That question was ringing in his head, what a stupid question isn't it? Why would he jump off a bridge for someone else? Mumbo never thought about it, it sounds like something your mother or grandparents would say to you as a child "never sacrifice yourself for others"

In a game where death is inevitable and around the corner, every step you take is a little closer to the end, to the red life, is it worth giving your life for someone else, is it worth to even have friendship in the first place?

and now he was here, on an unstable, thin stone bridge in front of his ... best friend? (was he even sure of that was his best friend?) with a proposal

There’s a disturbing trend that’s been showing lately. Or, Murdoc will never be a hero, but he likes being owed.

chapter iii; (blood), that tastes sultry sweet (CLICK TO READ)

“You weren’t mine when I first saw you, but now, now boy scout, you’re so irrevocably mine that anything else is unfeasible. I’d keep you with me and Cassian if I knew you would stay, if I knew you would stay because you wanted to, and not because I kept you there.”

warning: gunshots/stabwounds, vomiting, violence, death threats, murdoc being creepy beepy, references to parental death, flashbacks/ptsd, panic attacks, self esteem issues, field medical procedures, unreliable narrator 

Mac’s drowned before; he’s been waterboarded and he’s been shoved beneath the waves of a lake, of an ocean far more than he likes to think, but there was something about that time, about drowning in his own blood, a sucking wound on his left chest side, gasping for air, alone, unprotected, abandoned , that had terrified him in ways that it hadn’t before. Maybe it was because he was off duty, for all that a clandestine government agent can be off duty, maybe it was the surprise of it, but whatever it was, Mac still tastes the blood in his mouth when he dreams, still thinks he’s lying in Murdoc’s arms, gasping for breath that just won’t come.

Mac shakes his head, clenches his arm tighter against his side just to feel the stomach turning rend of his flesh, swallowing convulsively against the bitter rise of bile in his throat. It knocks the incoming panic attack on it’s head, but he can feel the anxiety, the worry of it, fluttering just around his pulse point, deep in his chest. He closes his eyes for just a moment, sneaks a hand to the slash wound just where his shoulder meets his throat, hemorrhaging blood and awashing him in the body warm scarlet of it. He lets himself slide down the tree trunk, swallows down his sob alongside the rest of the bile and wonders if this is it for him, if this is the time that there is something that Angus MacGyver can’t do. His head tips back, and he lets it thunk carelessly against the slowly striping bark, flinching as it pulls on the delicate skin of his throat.