#Shane Cotton

[gedditor]

Shane Cotton mural, downtown Auckland

I watched this mural being executed (it’s right by my downtown bus terminus) and never tire of looking at it. The artist works across Māori and European artistic traditions, and he said that his starting points was a crossover in domestic decoration - the adoption by Māori of the settler habit of cultivating houseplants. He ties it to the Māori identification with place - in many respects, but especially with the soil, and with particular geographical features such as rivers and mountains. A person might allude to their maunga (mountain) for example, when listing their whakapapa or ancestry. In the mural the pots are depicted as full of soil, which at the rim forms the shapes of particular mountains or their names. I love the perspective jolt from domestic-scale pot to gigantic volcano; and the scale shifts play wonderfully with the way the mural works as public art, viewed from various distances. You can take it in whole, or spot fresh detail as you pass in a double-decker bus, or cross the street.

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old drawing of Cotton since before they split in think?? but yesh suppoort AMAB nonbinary folks!! - Shane/Theo/Bug/Angel/Locket

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[mymelodyisme]

🫣 thinking about the fortune telling booth at the fair and Shane and Mys getting their fortunes read separately and Welwick tells them vaguely about the other.

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Cotton here. did some art. lots cocon but having so much fun with Poke, Shane and my partner Harper. they were just a oc i created. i thought. i dreamed about them and was like oh my oc now but we found them later (they are unintroduced soon they will be) while blurry and i was like :0 we're dating..

[jareaul0ver]

Bruises (pt 2)

part 1

Summary: Regina continues to give you special treatment after your fight with Shane, and the truth of why is revealed.

wc: 1.7k warnings: mentions of the fight, none really, just a happy ending :) pairings: regina george x reader

After the fight you had with Shane, Regina had been all over you. You weren’t sure why, you’re weren’t concussed nor did you need help with anything, but who were to you complain.

It was a week or so after the incident and you were sitting with your usual friends in the cafeteria for lunch. Regina and you had spoken a lot since then, but you weren’t expecting to see her standing behind you when you turned around.

“Regina, hey.” You smiled up at her. Your friends stared at you with wide eyes.

She looked down at you, trying her best to keep a neutral face. “Come sit with us.” A few people gasped and she shot them a glare before looking back at you, her face softening immediately. No one else could see past her scary façade except for you.

You glanced back at your friends and they nodded. You stood up and grabbed your things. Regina’s hand twitched and she had to stop herself from grabbing yours and pulling you with her. Instead, she just walked away, expecting you to follow.

Of course, you did. Regina sat in her usual spot, the seat next to her open. You smiled at Gretchen and Karen, and at the unfamiliar face sitting in between them. “Hi, I’m Cady.” She smiled back at you.

“Y/N, nice to meet you.” You were always polite. That was one of the many things Regina had come to adore about you - except in this moment. She didn't know why but you being so nice to Cady bothered her on another level.

She pushed down the strange feeling and patted the seat next to her. "Sit here, Y/N." You obliged and sat your stuff down before sitting next to her, leaving a bit of space between the two of you.

Lunch went normally. Well, as normal as it can get while sitting with the plastics. You had to admit, it was fun hearing all of the drama that Gretchen had info on. You were a little surprised, however, that Regina hadn't talked as much shit as you used to hear about.

Something about her had changed in the past few months. You wondered if Cady had anything to do with it. She seemed like a sweet girl, maybe she was rubbing off on Regina.

"Y/N?" Regina placed her hand on your arm and you looked at her. "You coming today?"

You blinked a few times and glanced down at the feeling of her skin on yours. You looked back up to meet her eyes. "Coming to what?"

"My house, silly. Were you listening?" She smiled at you and ran her hand down your arm before putting it back in her lap.

"Oh, yeah, sure." You nodded. The last time you had been to Regina's house was last year. Regina was sure you needed some sort of glam makeover, so she dressed you up like her own personal human Barbie.

She was sitting in front of you, practically on your lap, while applying a heavy layer of makeup to your face. You kept flinching away when she attempted eyeliner, so she reached out and firmly gripped your chin.

She finally finished and smiled at you. "There. Perfect." She had already dressed you up, putting you in one of her famous pink sweaters and a short white skirt. "Go look in the mirror."

You obliged and got up from her bed. You stared at yourself in the mirror, unable to hide the unsatisfactory expression on you face. You frowned at yourself.

Regina came up behind you in the mirror and her smile faltered. "You don't like it." She said a little sadly. You shook your head. "But you look so pretty."

You turned to face her and sighed. "It's not me. Like, at all." She studied your face for a second before walking over to her vanity and grabbing makeup remover and cotton pads. She came back over and stood close to you.

She began to gently remove the makeup from your face. "You should've said something before I started." She said quietly.

You closed your eyes, letting her get the eyeliner off of you. "You seemed so excited, I didn't want to ruin your fun."

She stopped her movements for a second before starting again. You assumed it was to get more makeup remover on the pad, but really, she found herself staring at you, feeling a little bad for making you uncomfortable. "You shouldn't let people walk all over you. You aren't doing yourself any good." She said quickly before silence washed over you.

The end of the day had been approaching too slowly for your liking. Sure you were excited to go, but you were nervous as hell. You quickly grabbed your things from your locker and left the school, heading over to Regina's iconic pink Jeep.

She sat in the front seat and Gretchen, Karen, and Cady were all piled in the back. Regina spotted you from a small distance and crooked her finger, summoning you over to her. You picked up your walking speed and stood near the driver's side door.

"Passenger side, get in." Gretchen shot Regina a look, shocked that she was letting you sit up front, but she ignored it. You silently got in the car and glanced back at the girls, shooting them an apologetic glance.

The car ride to her house was awkward. You all sat in a strange silence. The girls were fed up with Regina's special treatment of you, while you were simply confused.

You all eventually piled into Regina's house and were headed upstairs to her room when you heard a gasp behind you. You spun around and Mrs. George stood with a smile on her face. "Y/N Y/L/N, is that you?"

You smiled at Regina's mom and walked back down the stairs. She immediately hugged you. "I haven't seen you in forever dear, where'd you disappear to?"

The two of you let go. "Been busy with school and hockey, I guess." You glanced back at Regina, and it wasn't visible, but you could tell she felt guilty.

"Mom, we have things to do." The blonde rolled her eyes. You said goodbye and went upstairs with the rest of the group.

Regina sat on her bed, Gretchen and Karen crowding by Regina's vanity, while you and Cady stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do. Gretchen came over and grabbed Cady, shooting you a small look of contempt.

You stood alone for only a second before Regina beckoned you over with the curl of her finger. You obliged, like always, and sat on the edge of her bed.

"How's your face healing?" She asked quietly.

You shrugged. "I mean, it doesn't hurt that bad anymore, so I guess it's healing fine." Regina nodded at you and moved her hand up to your face, gently running her thumb over the scab on your cheek.

A heat flooded your cheeks and you couldn't help but lean into her touch a bit. The moment was sadly cut short when Gretchen started speaking and Regina dropped her hand back to her lap. "So, do we need to update Shane's status in the burn book? After what he did to Y/N, I think we should."

Karen nodded along and I noticed the confusion on Cady's face. "Burn book?"

Gretchen and Karen went in depth with showing Cady every page in the burn book. You shot Regina a glance. "You still have that thing?"

She almost looked ashamed. Almost. "Yeah, guess so." You just sighed and pulled out your phone.

The sun was setting. Cady had already left, and Gretchen and Karen were leaving. They said their goodbyes and disappeared out of Regina's room.

"Regina?" You spoke up the second you two were alone. She hummed as an answer and you continued. "Why've you been so nice to me lately?"

Regina's body tensed up. "I told you before, you fought my ex and I wanted to make sure you were fine."

You shook your head. "I don't think that's the whole truth." You spoke softly.

There was silence before Regina sighed. "Fine. I lied. Not about the whole making sure you're okay thing, but the reason why I care so much."

You scooted closer to Regina on her bed and reached out to grab one of her hands. "Then what's really going on?"

She glanced at your eyes before dropping her gaze to your hands. "It is my fault that Shane fought you. I never told anyone the truth about what happened when we broke up. He didn't cheat on me and I didn't end things with him." She took a deep breath.

You stayed silent, letting her continue. “He broke up with me. He said I liked someone else and-“ She shook her head. “I didn’t admit to it, obviously, but I didn’t deny it either.”

You gently ssqueezed her hand and spoke softly. “Gina, I- I’m sorry.” A small look of confusion flashed behind your eyes. “But I don’t get what that has to do with you protecting me?”

She stared down at her lap. “Because it was you. He said I liked you.” Her bottom lip trembled a bit. “I tried so hard not to, but clearly it didn’t work.” She let out a shaky breath.

You stated at her with wide eyes. Regina George liked you? “Is this some sort of prank or something. Did Gretchen and Karen not actually leave? Are they outside, because-“

“No you idiot.” She placed her hands on your face and pulled you towards her, finally connecting your lips together like she had been longing to do for forever.

It took you a second to process what was happening, but when you did, you kissed her back hard. You put your hands on her waist and pulled her onto your lap. She gasped softly and you took advantage of her parted lips, slipping your tongue past them and brushing it agains hers.

You groaned at the taste of her mouth and you gently squeezed her hips. She giggled and pulled away. "Call me an idiot but I'd fight any of your exes any day if it means I get this." You smiled at her and she lightly pushed your shoulder.

She leaned forward and tucked her head against your neck. "It feels really good to get that off my chest."

You ran your fingers gently up and down her back. "I'm glad you finally did."

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[ladykailitha]

Icarus Part 8

Hey, guys! The plot is plotting and coming along. I've just had a rough week last week and really didn't get too far on any of my works but the omegaverse sequel. So I'm chomping through my backlog (which is a good thing, I promise, that's what it's for).

In this Steve has to deal with the not fun side of the music business, but Eddie is there to soothe the way.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7

****

Steve chewed on his nail as he looked over the contract for the tour they were going to be headlining for Corroded Coffin. It came with their usual anonymity clause.

The part Steve wasn’t sure about was the part where the guys and his roles on the tour to hide that they were part of the band.

Spence being a medic made sense. He was medically trained as an EMT and kept up on his certification even after they made it big.

Simon’s made sense too. Eddie had seen him as a roadie that night, so him continuing that was fine.

It was Shane and Steve’s that concerned him. He didn’t want to PA for The Fallen because then Dustin and his friends would want things like backstage passes and VIP tickets.

Things Steve didn’t want to do because that would get them too close to the action and he worried they would notice that they wouldn’t see Abbadon and him in the same place and put two and two together.

Shane’s role was that of an advance person. Someone that rode into town first to make sure everything was as it supposed to be according to their rider.

Steve loved Shane with all his heart, but he couldn’t think of a worse “job” for him.

Plus it wouldn’t make sense because he wouldn’t be on the same bus as the rest of the band.

He called up Robin.

“Hello!” she chirped her greeting. “What’s up?”

“I’m looking over the contract and they want me to PA and Shane to advance.”

There was silence on the line for a moment or two before Robin said, “I’m on it. I’ll get back to you.”

“Thanks, Celeste,” Steve teased.

He was not surprised when she just hung up on him. He chuckled.

His best friend was working on getting Shane and him in the right roles. On their last tour, Shane and Simon had been roadies and Steve had been an assistant like Robin.

Steve looked back at the contract with a sigh. He set it aside and pulled out his notebook. He couldn’t write lyrics or music, but he could write down his thoughts and feelings.

He wrote about the fear of being discovered, of showing his true self. What people would think of him and his friends. Everyone said that metal fans were among the most welcoming in the industry.

Unless you looked like someone they didn’t approve of. Steve couldn’t remember which 1980s rocker it was, but the dude was papped outside a store waiting for his wife in cargo shorts and Birkenstocks and the internet had a fucking field day.

Like how dare he go to the store not dressed all in black and leather and chains everywhere.

It was no doubt the biggest reason no one had cottoned on to him and his friends being The Fallen. Because why would four preppy guys be the members of the hottest rising metal band right now?

He flipped to a different page and began writing about finding love where you left it. Eddie had always had Steve’s heart, ever since they were thrown together when a freak earthquake that was caused by nearby fracking destroyed almost half the town they grew up in.

Eddie ran the local DND club which Dustin and his friends had been a part of.

Steve had managed to keep all of them safe and Eddie, who had been unsure of the former jock had warmed up to him by the time they had come through at the end of the week long ordeal.

Steve had fallen in love with Eddie’s sense of humor, his dimpled smile, and doe brown eyes.

So he wrote about that too.

By the time Robin had called back he had written so much his hand was cramping.

“Hello, hello!” he greeted warmly.

“Hey,” Robin said. “So I talked it over with their lawyers and ours and I think we’ve go the solution.”

“Hit me with it,” Steve said.

“Right so we have Shane assisting with me,” she said. “He doesn’t have anyone really close to him who would ask for favors and shit, or at least not ones he wouldn’t gleefully tell to fuck off.”

Steve sighed in relief. “That’s good.”

“You were a little trickier,” Robin admitted. “But then I remembered you picked up a couple of CPR certifications in the past and got them to make you medic too. You just have to take the refresher courses while we’re in the studio.”

Steve chewed on his thumb. He had wanted to be an EMT before he met Spence and saw how much it took out of him.

“Wouldn’t it look bad if two medics suddenly vanished for two hours every night?”

Robin chuckled. “You’re assigned especially to the band. So you can’t be called during a performance. I do think of these things you know.”

Steve sighed with relief. “I know you do, I just worry.”

“Worry wart,” she teased. “It’ll be fine. You just have to keep it in your pants while on tour because an EMT dating a rockstar is going to be suspicious as hell.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “You mean like every other tour we’ve been on?”

“Only this time,” she said, voice dangerously low, “you’ve got temptation in the form of one Eddie Munson, the man you’ve been pining over for literal years.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve groused. “Am I at least allowed to be seen with Eddie you know, considering we are friends?”

Robin sighed dramatically. “I guess. Just try to keep the PDA to a minimum please.”

“I promise.”

This was going to a very long three month tour.

****

Jim Hopper was a former Marine and he looked it. He was built like a tank with a grizzled appearance and cigar tucked between his teeth. Simon thought that he thought Hopper scared the enemy off just glaring at them and Steve privately agreed.

He was there for two reasons. To deprogram their stage persona and to brush Steve up on his emergency medical training.

Actually they all were learning because it was it interesting. Simon and Shane didn’t need to pay attention for certification, but they did anyway.

“How long do you guys plan to be in the studio this week?” Hopper asked. “I need to know if I need to have someone else pick up my daughter from the airport.”

“They want us to have at least eight hours in the studio a day,” Shane explained. “They want us to get as much done as we can before Corroded Coffin goes on tour so they can at least release a single or two.”

Hopper nodded. “Then I should be fine. She’s a fashion designer in New York and the fashion house she works at is sending her out here to intern at their LA branch.”

“That’s awesome!” Shane said. “Maybe while she’s here we can fan her design our costumes for the new tour.”

Hopper shook his head. “As long as it paid. This internship sure ain’t.”

Robin threw her arms in the air. “Fine! I’ll see what the budget is for that and get back to you.”

Hopper chuckled.

“They have you wrapped around their fingers, girly.”

Robin smirked. “Don’t I know it.”

****

That night Steve called Eddie up.

“Hey, baby,” he cooed.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie greeted back. “How did today go? It was first day with the deprogramer, right?”

Steve curled up on the sofa and tucked his feet under him. “It was okay. He’s a bit scary, but apparently he has a daughter Dustin’s age.”

“The butthead will be pissed he missed that,” Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed warmly. “She’s really pretty, too.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Suzie’s a great girl. But we all know here parents aren’t going to let her marry someone ‘outside the faith’ as it were.”

Steve chewed on his thumbnail. “Yeah. I was hoping with them both going home for the whole summer would break them up.”

Eddie scoffed. “It’s good thing talk and text is included in mobile plans these days unlike in early days of yore when mobile plans made you pay for every text message and long distance calling, otherwise their cell phone bills would be through the fucking roof.”

“Tell me about,” Steve huffed. “And he’s going to spending the last week of vacation in Utah with her.”

“Eeee,” Eddie said with a grimace, “is it bad of me that I hope her parents scare him off?”

“Maybe a little,” Steve admitted. “But I just want him to be happy, you know?”

Eddie let out a long drawn out sigh. “Yeah. So you guys got the contract all figured out?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Steve muttered. “It’s going to be hard being in the studio and taking EMT course to pretend to be medical personnel. Well not really pretending. Both me and one of the other band members have training. Me with being a lifeguard for awhile there and them with being an EMT. But it feels wrong somehow.”

“Is there something else, some other role you can fill?” Eddie asked after a moment or two of silence.

“Not according to Robin,” Steve groused. “She says it’ll be fine and no one will figure it out. And I trust her. Her plans have gotten us through two tours already, one even being overseas...”

“But you’re still worried because I’ll be on the road with you?” Eddie asked gently.

Steve threw his head back and groaned. “God that sounds so horrible of me.”

“Hey, hey,” Eddie admonished. “It’s not. It’s an extra variable you didn’t have to factor in before. But we will make it work.”

“I think the biggest part is that Eddie and Steve have to remain friends until after the tour so everyone doesn’t connect Steve with Abbadon,” he said. “God that sounded pretentious. Talking in third person like some Chad.”

Eddie giggled. “Maybe a little, but I got what you mean.”

“Don’t laugh!” Steve whined. “My dick is going to fall off from the sheer amount of blue balling that’s going to be happening on this fucking tour. Well not fucking actually. I’m going to be in hell!”

“And people tell me I’m dramatic,” Eddie said laughing out loud. “What do you normally do on tour?”

Steve sat up and stretched his feet out in front of him on the sofa. “It’s complicated.”

Eddie snorted. “I don’t doubt that, sweetheart. Are we talking NDAs or fucking with the masks on?”

Steve laughed. “It’s more like no phones, dark room, no staying the night. That sort of thing.”

“I’m betting there aren’t many that agree to that.”

“More than you’d think,” Steve snorted. “Groupies gotta fuck.”

“We’ll figure something out. I won’t let those pretty balls go blue,” Eddie said with a snicker.

“Help me, Eddie-wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope!” Steve cried in a sharp falsetto.

Eddie laughed. “You’re a menace, Steve Harrington.”

“And you love it.”

Warmth just flooded Eddie’s tone when he replied, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Eds.”

****

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Stardew Bachelor and Bachelorette scents

Abigail- Hair dye, hints of leather, and perfume that smells suspiciously like grape soda. Not overwhelming though. Definitely went through her mom's perfumes and sniffed them all but decided to go ahead and get her own

Leah- the smell of unfinished wood has saturated Leah's skin, hair, and clothes. Her favorite scent is a clove, amber, and vanilla blend in an oil roll on bottle.

Emily- Straight Nag Champa Incense that Sandy sends her in the mail. Haley teases her about smelling like a hippie but Emily loves the scent so much

Haley- has all the info on Bath and Body Works and Pink. She uses a coconut scent sunscreen, makeup, and a sweet citrus perfume. Always has her deodorant, perfume, and matching lotion in her purse.

Penny- Penny is very self conscious about herself including her every day scent. The smell of the library has begun to cling to her hair and clothes combined with her favorite fig and brown sugar lotion

Maru- maru takes hygiene seriously, working in a lab and clinic after all. She uses a light clean scented deodorant and one of those "clean cotton" scented sprays. Maru always smells of fresh clean laundry. She likes the way it smells and likes it better than regular perfume

Shane- Shane used to smell like sweat and alcohol most of the time but after he decided to drink less and try to be a better guardian for Jas, he now smells like Joja Mart body spray, his 3-in-1 body wash, and barn yard. After a long shift, Shane will smell like Joja Mart

Sebastian- Seb's usual scent is that of old weed on his hoodie, some cigarette, and a nice cologne that Robin and Demetrius actually gave him as a gift one year. It has a warm, deep smoky scent with hint of black cherry

Sam- Sam smells like straight mens body spray from Joja Mart but somehow it works really well for him. Mixed in with that, the smell of pizza and hot pockets are all over his hoodie. Along with that is the faint scent of his hair gel

Elliot- Smells like Green Apple shampoo and conditioner. Elliot wears an incense and wine scented perfume oil, the same brand as Leah's. It's a dark sweet scent

Harvey- Harvey smells antiseptic from the clinic until he showers. Then he usually smells like coffee and clean laundry. He also has a special oil he puts on his mustache that smells light and clean.

Alex- Has a complete old Spice Line. Inspired by his grandpa, Alex loves Old Spice and all the different scents too. It makes him feel ready to accomplish his goals for the day!

[salt-n-salt]

Your art is so pillowy?? If that makes sense?? But in like the best possible way. I feel like if I touched your art it would feel like the softest thing to exist

TYYYYYYY i love drawing rounded shapes .. i feel like that could contribute to pillowyness 🧑‍🍳 maybe if i took a bite out of Kendall’s arm it’d come apart like cotton candy

UR PRIZE 😀 shane “helping” kendall work out 👇

[dreamdropsystem]

art of two dear friends... they are dormant atm.. miss them.. they were imaginary friends / paras to alters!! they are good buddies shane misses them lots- shane

[brattyprettysub2]

Daddy's New Friend

I'm taking recommendations of good M/m blogs to follow (cis or transmasc)! My dash is incredibly cisgender and M/f at the moment.

All characters in this piece of fiction are role-playing adults. The voice leaned further into regression vibes than I usually do and I like it a lot.

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When I wake up, Daddy isn't there. It makes me feel all bad and wobbly inside, because I like it when Daddy's there, I like rolling over and finding his nipple with my mouth and sucking on it as I wake up. He always pats my nappy while I do, no matter how wet it is. Sometimes he teases me for being so little and soggy, but he only does that because he loves me.

But Daddy's not here and I need to be a big, brave boy, so I sit up. My nappy squishes under me and I whimper at the horrible wet cold feeling. I need Daddy to change me, to wipe me clean and kiss my tummy and help me into my big boy underwear. I don't have accidents most days, so Daddy lets me wear pick out a pair each day. There are so many to choose from, ships and sea creatures and aliens and jungle animals and cars and kitties and teddy bears, but I only get one pair a day and if I wet myself, Daddy puts me in a nappy for the rest of the day.  

Nappies are nice and cozy to sleep in, but I don't like them as much as my big boy underwear. I like the way the soft cotton rubs against my pussy and little cock when I walk. I like the way Daddy squeezes my bum with his big hands when I wear them.

But I'm not allowed to take off my nappy on my own, so I have to get up. My socks have slipped down to my ankles and I pull them up to my knees again. They're my stripey blue-and-white pair, which I like better than the pink ones. Daddy makes me wear the pink ones when I'm not a brave boy about my punishments and he says I'm crying like a little girl. 

(Last time, he put horrible spiky things in my underwear and made me wear them all day, and I don't think I was a baby for crying because it hurt so much, but Daddy said if I was a brave boy, I wouldn't have cried even when he made me sit on his knee and rub against it.)

I go downstairs, holding tightly to the banister since Daddy isn't here to hold my hand. There are low voices coming from the kitchen and I twist both my fists in my T-shirt as I step into the doorway. There's a person there, a man. I don't recognise him, but Daddy's very close to him, pressing him up against the counter, and the man's laughing and Daddy's leaning closer and he's smiling and then he's kissing him.

I squeak and Daddy turns around. He smiles when he sees me, but doesn't move away from the man. "Hey, sleepyhead," he says. "Look who's finally awake."

I whine, trying to tug my T-shirt down to hide my soggy nappy. I want to say something. Hello or who is this? or Daddy, can I talk to you alone? Grown-up things that I used to say easily, but they now feel so different. All I can do is whine.

Daddy walks over and squeezes my crotch. "Someone needs a change," he says. To the man, he adds, "He always pisses himself at night. Wants to suck my tits when he wakes up, too."

The man looks like he's about to start laughing, so I hide my face in Daddy's chest. He pats my bum. "Come on, let's give you a change," he says. "I want to show Shane how excited your little cock gets when I wipe you down."

And instead of taking me up to the bedroom, where everything's soft and warm and dark and safe, he leads me further into the kitchen, where Shane is waiting with his laughing eyes.

*

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Moondrunk Monster Part 4 (werewolf!ghost x reader)

You're a retired combat medic that made a mistake, costing you your cushy office job. As punishment, you're sent to an active war zone, where you meet the 141, a squad of werewolves that slowly accept you as their own. (I know, I know I'm bad at summarizing)

WARNINGS: SEXUAL ASSULT, not explicit just discussed. Pls be cautious

Nothing much happens lol but we are ramping up the tension. I promise ghost will interact more in the next chapter, he's just shy--also maybe a ghost pov soon? Idk i'm thinking about it

Part 4

You awoke with cotton mouth and the kind of dizziness that only comes from the best pain medication the military has to offer. 

It was dark outside now, the quiet hum of the generator and Shane’s soft breathing in your ear. Graves was set up in the far corner of the infirmary, Avon passed out on your bunk in a mess of tan limbs and tan scrubs.

A man in a skull mask was asleep in the chair in front of you, his head tipped back against the wall, his legs relaxed and spread wide. He was still caked in muck, which meant that he had been there all night.

Your bladder twinged, the reason why you were awake making itself known. You had to piss. Badly.

You slid off the cot carefully, eyeing Ghost as the springs creaked. You didn’t want to wake him, especially not to tell him you were about to piss your pants. 

Your boots were by his feet so you went without, padding past him in nothing but your military issued socks. You were on enough medication that you could hardly even feel the ache in your shoulder, but it made you clumsy, your hip bumping into a cabinet on your way out. 

You held your breath, glancing at the sleeping Ghost in your chair. 

He didn’t stir, his chest moving up and down rhythmically. You stared for a moment. It wasn’t often he was this…relaxed. 

His sleeve had ridden up, exposing pale, tattooed skin on his wrist. It took your breath away for a moment, your eyes stuck on that tiny sliver of skin that told you he really was a man, a man that had curly blonde hairs on his forearm and a scar that looked like a bite over his wrist.

God, you really had to be lonely to be losing your mind over someone you’d never even seen. You didn’t even know his real name, just his moniker. Ghost.

Your bladder clenched, interrupting your reverie. You sucked in a breath and hurried to the bathroom.

The bathroom was thankfully a brick-and-mortar structure, a few of the female guards relieving themselves in the stalls or showering. You finished your business quickly, pausing at the sink to scrub your hands, and then, after seeing the dirt and blood on your face, attacking your skin with a rough cloth and generic hand soap.

Tomorrow, you would shower, you told yourself. Your arm looked even worse than it had before you fell asleep, your skin now smeared with the bright purples and greens of bruises, shiny with swelling. 

You blew out a breath. “You’re too old for this shit,” you told yourself in the shitty mirror, and it was the truth. You never wanted to get back in action. You missed your air conditioned office and comfortable scrubs, you missed iced coffee in the mornings and good food.

This was a punishment. You were the one woman that cried wolf, and in turn they sent you to this hellhole. 

You could die here. 

They had said it was your choice, that you could choose to fill Graves’ request for a medic, or be discharged, stripping you of retirement and the healthcare you had gotten too used to.

Graves had to know why you were here. Rumors spread like wildfire in the military, and you had been the hot gossip of the week.

The meek little nurse that had put a Colonel’s son in the ER. 

His name was John Wynn, and he was a bastard. You weren’t blind, you had seen and experienced the worst sides of the military, the sides they worked hard to hide. In the early days, before you learned to bite back, there were incidents. 

Recruits and sargents disappearing into rooms together, incidents hidden with orders from higher up, hands where they shouldn’t be, those were the things that happened in male dominated atmospheres, and for a long time, you accepted it.

Until some punk twenty five year old with a single tour under his belt and his daddy’s power tried it with you. It took you off guard when it began, you’ll admit it, it shook you more than you thought it would.

You just didn’t think you would have to fight in the world you had grown comfortable in, and you convinced yourself that it was nothing. The way he looked at you, touched you, how the new recruits scurried from him like frightened rats. 

You should have known better.

But then again, he should have known better. You weren’t his usual victim, the shy, anxious-to-please recruit that would do anything to keep from being reported. 

In a decade of service, you managed to keep your soul. You were damned if you would let that insignificant little rapist take it from you. 

John Wynn ended up in the ER with a shattered cheekbone and a bruised dick, while you walked away without even a fingerprint. His daddy wanted blood, but a few of your superiors tried to protect you and gave you the option to get out of sight for a while, at least long enough that you could finally bring yourself to walk away for good.

You sighed, straightening in the mirror. You looked like hell, your hair wild, your face swollen. You wondered why Ghost still stared.

You were quiet as you made your way back to the infirmary, your steps stumbling and clumsy. The drugs were hooking even deeper into your system, slowing your brain.

That was probably why you hadn’t noticed a pair of yellow eyes watching you from the darkness. At least, not until they moved, a massive shape coming into sight.

You hadn’t seen a wolf in its true form since Donny shook you like a rag doll. The shock of it stopped you in your tracks, your breath catching.

It was silver, the pale fur catching the moonlight like a…

Ghost.

He watched you from the shadows, the stare so familiar it was disturbing to see on an animal’s face. 

He was huge. The biggest you had ever seen, scars marking his muzzle so badly you understood why he wore a mask as a man, his left ear bitten through and ragged. 

You stumbled, the meds making you as weak as a kitten. “Ghost is that you?” You whispered. “Why’re you…”

He looked up. 

The moon was full.

You peered into the 141’s tent. The beds were empty. 

They were gone too. 

“You can go,” you whispered. “I’ll be fine, LT, I promise.”

Ghost growled, an unearthly sound that sent the hair on your neck standing straight up. He bared his teeth, long fangs snapping. 

It felt wrong to stare directly at his face, so you didn’t, settling on his strangely humanoid shoulders. “Alright,” you said, shuffling along. “As long as you don’t try to eat me, LT.” He rumbled, as if say no promises. Ghost rose from his haunches, standing to his full height under the moon. You wondered what the overhead cameras saw, if they wondered why their LT was standing in the middle of base, furry and naked.

In fact, you were wondering that yourself. 

Your heart raced. It was such a human instinct, to see a predator and want to either kiss it or run from it. 

“Jesus,” you said weakly. “I wouldn’t want to run up on you in a fight.”

It was shocking really, the reminder that these men you had been treating like friends were truly not like you at all. As much as Soap laughed and spoke, there was still an edge to him, the way his eyes glinted when he smiled, the too-sharp edge of his teeth. 

Ghost seemed to like your attention, his ears perked at the top of his head. It was oddly endearing, and you normally considered yourself a cat person.

It was like he wanted you to see him. Wanted you to be…impressed?

“Right,” you said, forcing a nod. “Well, off to bed for me I think. I’ve had a weird day.”

You wobbled your way back into your cot, stripping your socks off your feet before settling in. Ghost watched you all the while, hungry and intense as he stood vigilant in the shadows. 

For days after, you still weren’t sure if Ghost had truly shown you his other form, or if you had dreamed it up. The memory was blurred and hazy–you mostly remembered the piercing yellow-eyed stare, the way it made your stomach twist.

It was as if you were twenty again, nervous and stuttering on a first date. Just being around him sets your skin on fire.

You had never been attracted to a wolf before. In the past, you picked responsible, healthy men that had good jobs and stable lives because your life was always so chaotic. It was nice to come home to a man that would rub your calves and ask about your day.

Ghost didn’t seem like that kind of man. For one, he wasn’t a man–and again, you had no idea if wolves even liked human women like that. Like everyone else in the world, you had heard rumors about certain preferences but…he seemed different. 

He barely touched you. Barely spoke to you. 

But his eyes. They were always, always on you.

So, one day, you got the balls to ask Soap. 

“Does your kind…um,” you began, unable to stop yourself from blushing. “Does your kind like humans?”

Soap paused in the knife he was sharpening, cocking a dark brow at you. “How do you mean?” God, he was going to make you say it. “Romantically, I mean. Does it happen?”

Soap was silent for a moment, his mouth twisting as he dropped the knife onto the table. It took you a moment to realize he was laughing at you, his hand pressed to his mouth. 

“Shut up, Soap,” you said, humiliated. “Just answer the question.”

He gives you a good razzing, his eyes twinkling like he knew exactly why you were asking. “Bonnie, when was the last time you met a female wolf?”

You frowned. You hadn’t thought about it. “Never, I suppose.” “Ever wondered why?” You shook your head. “It’s a recessive gene. Passes from father to son or mother to daughter in most families, though I s’pose a few of the older ones could be exceptions. Most of the wolf-women I’ve met prefer human men, and vice versa, it’s a way we reproduce, see, two wolves means that the child will be closer to an animal, but one wolf is balanced.” 

“So…your kind prefers humans?” Soap made a face. “For the most part, yeah. Even me.”

You raised a brow, smiling. “Oh, even you? What, do you have somebody at home I don’t know about?”

To your surprise, Soap flushed, the tips of his ears turning pink. 

“Wait, do you?” You asked, taken off guard. He was only a handful of years younger than you, but he was wild and restless enough that it seemed strange to think of him settling down. 

He laughed, flashing teeth at you, even as he looked away. There was something about Johnny that was so hungry, the urge to be needed, to be liked. He made himself a better killer just so he had a purpose in the world.

“No,” he said, “I don’t. There’s a pretty girl in the cafe down the street, and I’ll go in just to hear her ask me what I want.”

“That’s kind of sad,” you said. Despite the obvious…wolfishness about him, he was handsome, dark hair and blue eyes and that ridiculous mohawk. He was too young to look so alone.

He shrugged. “It’s different for us, lass.”

The back of your neck prickled. You were being watched.

“Well, Johnny,” you said, standing. “You miss all the shots you don’t take, and I don’t know a single woman, excluding myself, that could resist those baby blues. Do me a favor and ask her out next time, you’re too young to feel old and miserable like me.” Soap smiled, a bit of cheer back in his eye. “You’re only three years older’n me, lass, I wouldn’t call ye old.” You waved the statement off, already thinking of the rounds you needed to take, patients you needed to check. “Please, I haven’t had a proper date in years, I may as well be eighty with cats.”

Soap hummed, amused like he knew something you didn’t. “I’m sure your dry spell will end soon enough. Did you see Graves eyeing your arse over the coffee machine?” You kicked him for that one, a good swat in the knee as he fell over himself laughing.

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Claim to Fame S3

Episode 1

2 Truths & a Lie and Talent Show

Miguel (Raphael) - Grandfather (Aunt), Actor, Oscar

Gracie Lou (Gracie Hyland) - Uncle, Musician (Actor), Emmy

Dedrick (Sigmund) - Uncle, Musician, Best Rock Song of the Year

Danny - Uncle, Wrestler (Musician), Grammy

Hud - Mom, Musician, Grammy

Jill - Grandfather (Uncle), Actor, People’s Choice Award

Adam - Uncle, Actor (Musician), Grammy

Shane - Cousin, Actor, Oscar

Mackenzie - Dad, Musician, Tony

Naomi - Cousin, Musician, Young Artist Award

Bianca - Aunt, Actress, Peabody

Wine Clue Winner - Gracie Lou (chose Naomi's clue)

Bottom Two - Miguel & Bianca (Guesser)

Incorrect Guess - Shane related to Forest Whitaker

Revealed - Bianca related to Robin Roberts

Episode 2

Spelling Bee Riddles

Bianca - Alley Oop = Robin Roberts (used to play & ESPN)

Mackenzie - Goatee = Trace Adkins

Hud - Jubilee = John Mellencamp (The Lonesome Jubilee)

Jill - Gemini = John Stamos (Full House)

Danny - Maraca = Marc Anthony (Latin Music Singer)

Gracie Lou - Alimony = Jon Cryer (Two and a Half Men)

Dedrick - Giraffe = Michael Jackson (owned giraffes)

Naomi - Chastity = Molly Ringwald (Pretty in Pink)

Shane - Valkyrie = Marlon Brando (Apocalypse Now)

Missing Riddles = Adam & Miguel

Wine Clue Winner - Naomi (chose Hud's clue)

Guessers - Gracie Lou & Jill

Incorrect Guess by Jill - Miguel related to Antonio Banderas

Incorrect Guess by Gracie Lou - Adam related to Dustin Hoffman

Revealed - Jill related to John Stamos

Revealed - Gracie Lou related to Jon Cryer

Episode 3

Telephone Limericks

Limerick #1

On the mountain there once was a lion, In a handmade rose dress she was stylin, But her dancing was bad, And it made the town sad, So they shipped her right off to the island. 

Limerick #2

His toga was in disarray, On an oddly peculiar Friday, He wrote a honky tonk song,  But his hair was too long, And his pompadour needed a spray. 

Hud - Lion = "Johny Cougar" = John Mellencamp

Naomi - Rose Dress = "Pretty in Pink" movie = Molly Ringwald

Dedrick - Dancing was Bad = "Bad" song = Michael Jackson

Miguel - Oddly Peculiar Friday = "Freaky Friday" movie = Jamie Lee Curtis

Mackenzie - Honky Tonk Song = "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" song = Trace Adkins

Danny - Toga = "Roman: Mark Anthony" = Marc Anthony

Adam - Hair too long = Michael Bolton

Shane - Pompadour = Marlon Brando

Wine Clue Winner - Danny (chose Dedrick's clue)

Bottom Two - Shane & Miguel (Guesser)

Incorrect Guess by Miguel - Dedrick related to Little Richard

Revealed - Miguel related to Jamie Lee Curtis

Episode 4

Lie Detector Test

Wine Clue Winner - Shane (chose Mackenzie's clue)

Bottom Two - Hud & Adam (Guesser)

Revealed by Adam - Naomi related to Molly Ringwald

Episode 5

Wheel Of Senses

Miguel - Pumpkin Pie & Cotton Balls = "Halloween" & "Scream Queens" = Jamie Lee Curtis

Shane - Cannoli & Spaghetti = "The Godfather" Movie = Marlon Brando

Dedrick - Bubble Wrap & Egg Beater = "Bubbles" the monkey & "Beat It" song = Michael Jackson

Adam - Mullet & Bolt = Michael Bolton

Mackenzie - Fried Chicken & Horse Manure = "Brown Chicken Brown Cow" song & Country Singer = Trace Adkins

Hud - Chili Dog & Melon = "Jack & Diane" song & "MELLENcamp" = John Mellencamp

Danny - Bongos & Fire = Latin singer & "Man on Fire" movie = Marc Anthony

Naomi - 16th Birthday Cake & Pancake = "Sixteen Candles" & "The Breakfast Club" movies = Molly Ringwald

Wine Clue Winner - Adam & Hud (chose Danny's clue)

Bottom Two - Shane & Dedrick (Guesser)

Incorrect guess by Dedrick - Adam related to Owen Wilson

Revealed - Dedrick related to Michael Jackson

Episode 6

Connect the Dots

Danny's Clue (taken by Hud)

"This Latin superstar starred in an action thriller with Dakota Fanning and Denzel Washington" = Marc Anthony

Trail to get there: Driver's License -> Olivia Rodrigo -> Uptown Girl -> Dakota Fanning -> Marc Anthony

Shane's Clue (taken by Hud)

"This actor's character played an integral part in helping save Superman's life as an infant in the original film" = Marlon Brando

Trail to get there: Jennifer Lawrence -> The Hunger Games -> Liam Hemsworth -> Henry Cavil -> Superman -> Marlon Brando

Adam's Clue (taken by Shane)

"This love ballad specialist gave Kelly Clarkson a true fan-girl moment when he surprised her by singing a duet with her on her talk show" = Michael Bolton

Trail to get there: Olympics -> Georgia -> Luke Bryan -> American Idol -> Kelly Clarkson -> Michael Bolton

Hud's Clue (taken by Adam)

"Madonna and the "Small Town" farm boy were both inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame in 2008" = John Mellencamp

Trail to get there: Amy Adams -> Patrick Dempsey -> Grey's Anatomy -> Seattle -> Madonna -> John Mellencamp

Mackenzie's Clue (taken by Mackenzie)

"While Missy Elliot talked about her Gadonk-a-donk-donk, this singer talked about a Badonkadonk that was Honky Tonk" = Trace Adkins

Trail to get there: Quarterback -> Patrick Mahones -> Taylor Swift -> Grammy -> Missy Elliot -> Trace Adkins

Wine Clue Winner - Hud (chose Adam's clue)

Bottom Two - Shane & Danny (Guesser)

Incorrect guess by Danny - Mackenzie related to Blake Shelton

Revealed - Danny related to Marc Anthony

Episode 7

Clued In Board

Hud - John Mellencamp

Known As: Cougar

Professional Field: Music

Notable Appearances:

Notable Costars:

Mackenzie - Trace Adkins

Known As: Dangerous Man

Professional Field: Music

Notable Appearances:

Notable Costars:

Adam - Michael Bolton

Known As: Mr. Time, Love & Tenderness

Professional Field: Music

Notable Appearances:

Notable Costars:

Shane - Marlon Brando

Known As: Mr Mumbles

Professional Field: TV/Film

Notable Appearances:

Notable Costars: Martin Sheen

Wine Clue Winner - Mackenzie (chose Shane's clue)

Revealed by Mackenzie - Shane related to Marlon Brando

Episode 8 - Season Finale

Advertisement Billboard

Hud - John Mellencamp

Wheel of Senses: Watermelon

Connect the Dots: Player

Clued In Board: Cougar, Music

Revealed Billboard

Photo of Hud on Ranch Fence - Imitates "Scarecrow" Album Cover

Hud And The Scarecrows - Album "Scarecrow"

Opening Act: "Diane & Jack" - "Jack & Diane" song

Opening Act: "The Authority Fighters" - "Authority Song" song

Tonight at the Pink House Theater - "Pink Houses" Song

No one under 72 admitted - John Mellencamp's age is 72yo

Mackenzie - Trace Adkins

Wheel of Senses: Horse

Connect the Dots: Dangerous Man, Music

Clued In Board:

Revealed Billboard

Photo of Mackenzie as a Cowgirl - Imitates "Dangerous Man" Album Cover

Mackenzie Dangerous Woman - Album "Dangerous Man"

"Men love Country Girls" - "Ladies Love Country Boys" song

Grand Ole Opry Member - Member of The Grand Ole Opry

Celebrity Apprentice Winner - Winner of Celebrity Apprentice

Tonight Only at the Monarch Theater - "Monarch" TV show

Adam - Michael Bolton

Wheel of Senses: Mr Time, Love & Tenderness, Music

Connect the Dots:

Clued In Board:

Billboard - NOT REVEALED

Revealed by Adam - Mackenzie related to Trace Adkins

Revealed by Adam - Hud related to John Mellencamp

WINNER - ADAM RELATED TO MICHAEL BOLTON

The Wine Cellar Clues

Bianca (eliminated before taken) - "Good Morning America Anchor who Plays BasketBall" = Robin Roberts

Naomi (taken by Gracie Lou) - "Bratpack Princess in Breakfast Club" = Molly Ringwald

Hud (taken by Naomi) - "Cherry Bomb Artist who Hurts So Good" = John Mellencamp

Jill (eliminated before taken) - "SitCom Uncle in the 90s who Plays Drums" = John Stamos

Gracie Lou (eliminated before taken) - "Loves Girl in Pink & Plays Bad Guy in Superman" = Jon Cryer

Miguel (eliminated before taken) = "80's Scream Queen Turned 90's Secret Agent" = Jamie Lee Curtis

Dedrick (taken by Danny) - "Scarecrow Who Walks Backwards In NeverLand" = Michael Jackson

Mackenzie (taken by Shane) - "6 ft 6 Country Music Artist Who Won Celebrity Apprentice" = Trace Adkins

Danny (taken by Adam & Hud) - "Man On Fire Latin Singer Who Fell for JLo" = Marc Anthony

Adam (taken by Hud) - "Long Haired 90's Artist who Sings Love Ballads" = Michael Bolton

Shane (taken by Mackenzie) - "Hollywood Icon with Italian Kingpin Role" = Marlon Brando

The Clue Wall

https://www.tvinsider.com/1141493/claim-to-fame-clue-wall-explained/

Bianca = Robin Roberts

Basketball Hoop = Southeastern Louisiana University & ESPN

USA Flag = Good Morning America

Microphone = ESPN

2. Gracie Lou = Jon Cryer

Army Men Toys = Two and a Half Men

Duck = Ducky in Pretty in Pink

3. Naomi = Molly Ringwald

Bacon and Eggs = "The Breakfast Club"

School Bus = "Sixteen Candles" & "The Breakfast Club"

School Supplies: Calculator, Abacus, Pencil - "The Breakfast Club"

4. Jill = John Stamos

Greek Yogurt = Oikos Super Bowl Commercial

Two Crabs = Twins/Full House = John Stamos

Drum

5. Hud = John Mellencamp

Scarecrow = Album

6. Miguel = Jamie Lee Curtis

Asian Props = "Freaky Friday" & "Everything Everywhere All at Once"

Knife = "Halloween" & "Knives Out"

Magnifying Glass and Footprints = "Knives Out"

Rock = "Everything Everywhere all at once"

7. Dedrick = Michael Jackson

Scarecrow = The Wiz

Moon = Moonwalk

Giraffe = Owned Giraffes

Bubbles = Michael Jackson's monkey

Egg Beater with phrase "Simple Life" = "Beat it" & "Destiny" songs

8. Mackenzie = Trace Adkins

9. Danny = Marc Anthony

Maracas

10. Adam = Michael Bolton

Lightning Bolt

11. Shane = Marlon Brando

Red Car = "A street car named desire"

Eiffel Tower = "Last Tango in Paris"

Others:

Spinning Balance Peg Top

Luggage Tag

Mardi Gras Mask

Screws on a piece of wood

Headphones

Wood Slingshot with Carved Bear that says "Shave....ke"

Lanyard with Butterfly and Whistle

Fishbowl with Moorish Idol fish and maybe fake jewels

Theater Mask

Vase with Palette 2 Knives

Weird White Object? (Bottom Left)

Snail? (beside school bus, upper left)

Basilica Art?

Fire Department Badge

Hawaii Ukulele

Feather Duster

Wall Thermometer

Grenade

Lock

Yawn Ball with triangle charm and over weird wood branch

Jewelry? (behind ukulele)

Red Bedazzled Heart

Orca Whale with sun charm in the mouth

Pink Mirror

Black Horse

Skateboard

Magic Wand

Concord Grape

$10000 stack

Baseball

Light bulb

Aviator glasses

Marionette of boy with sombrero

Doll

Corner Mirror

Star Police Badge

Bus Toy

Angel Figurine

Coconut Purse

Salt Shaker

Flashlight

Purple Silk Ribbon

Komodo Dragon

Converse Sneaker

Sombrero

White Bunny with Pink Collar that has a heart lock

Spoon

Yarn sun? (behind komodo dragon)

Hand Cuffs

Wrenches

Earring

Bubble Wrap Popping Toy of a Car

Pop Corn Bucket with Tickets Stubs coming out of it

Chair

Bicycle Horn

Wooden Door

White Afghan Hound

White Sea Coral

Game Console Controller with Ladybug

Robin Bird

Racket with voodoo doll? made out of wine corks

Weird Plastic (behind sombrero)

Clothes Hanger

Paint Palette

Cone with Asian characters, wine corks and sticks at the top

Stapler

Sea Journal

Cowboy Hat with Tiara

Native Mask

Electric Guitar

Notepad

Sailor with ship helm

Bird Cage

Piano

Hand Fan

Tree

Kettle

Car mph gage?

Snake

Apple

12 point metal Star

Harmonica with Asian characters and "hero"

Asian doll with flute

Glass Rose

Green fish

USA flag

Queen Doll

Weird platter (under USA flag)

Porcelain lady figurine

Yellow Old time car

Yueqin (chinese musical instrument)

Treasure chest with $100

Paint Brush

Foreign Coat of Arms

Piggy Bank

Black Pepper shaker

Green toadstool

Hourglass

Blue tennis ball

Olympic? Medal (behind maracas)

Red & Green Pepper on a bowl

Stethoscope

Blank book

World Map

Horn? (bottom right)

Music Sheet

Military Plane

Spatula

Bell

Flower Crown

Amputated Hand with metal Bracelet

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Fanfic time fellas

Misery Loved Company

ShanexOCFarmer (♀️) 18+ / swear words/substance misuse/explicit/suicide ideation/mention of abuse.

Part 1 is there, part 2 here, and there is part 3

Alsoooo - Sorry 'bout the formatting, I know it's weird but I'm trying I swear!

I'd also like to share a screenshot of the Pelican Town fair of my husband and our son a while back when I was still playing the game and not writing about it like a weirdo.

How stinking cute are we. Imma frame that thing.

Could the rain cool me down? I’m surprised it doesn’t evaporate at the touch of my skin. What about Shane?

‘Your farm. Now.’

‘Yes, sir.’ I reply, half jokingly.

‘Good girl.’

Dear…Fuck. I feel the fire between my legs, the sticky lust ready for him to defile every inch of me.

He stands up, grabs his bag, my basket, and helps me back on my shaking legs. He then hauls the blanket over our head. The way from the beach to my farm seems uncharacteristically long. I just know we both glanced at Elliott’s cabin, the saloon, Harvey’s clinic. But why would anything be open and, moreover, free for us to fuck like animals? The light emanating from the farm, transformed into a halo by the heavy rain, feels like a beacon of salvation. Shane throws everything in the mud and swipes me up, carries me towards the door and pins me against the wall, legs wrapped around his body. I blindly reach for the doorknob.  His tongue plays with mine in a mix of groans and deep breathing, punctuated by some swear words and oh so delicious moans.

Once inside, he throws me on the couch like I’m nothing. I watch him undo his belt, biting my lip, thinking about all the bail of hay he must have hauled away on the ranch to be able to carry me like this. He’s now done to his tight underwear and I try to undress.

‘Don’t move.’ He commands, growling.

He joins me on the couch and pulls my trousers down. I let him do, I’d let him do everything and anything he wants to me. My dirty strawberry juice stained  t-shirt is falling on my panties I long to get rid of. His stubble grazes my stomach as he makes his way to my breasts. His warm lips play with my nipple and I’m about to explode. I couldn’t even feel his hand reaching my hip. I gasp as I feel his fingers on my thigh, the palm of his hand on my panties. I bite my lip as he presses his fingers in between my swollen lips, still prisoners of the now damp cotton.

‘Mmh.’ he whispers in my ear ‘You’re already so wet’. He looks at me, at his complete mercy. 

‘Good girl’ he groans, massaging my clit under the cloth, looking straight into my pleading eyes. A sleazy smile spreads on his face. He finally gets rid of his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock raised towards his belly button, pre-cum sticking to his messy happy trail.

Something takes over me. I. Need. It.

I push him to the armchair on the other side of the room. He knows. No surprises. He shuffles down and spreads his legs, inviting me.

‘I’ll be your good girl’ I say in one breath, falling on my knees, between his warm open thighs. I look straight at him, intently kissing his inner thighs, slowly making my way to the main meal. He's breathing heavily, and passes his hand softly through my hair. I slowly lick the shaft, stopping myself from reaching the top. He groans in frustration and his hand grabs my skull, shaking,almost begging for me to take him whole. I keep eye contact as I put the tip between my lips and swirl around with my tongue. Then I finally let it slide, guiding it all its way to my throat. 

‘Oh fuck!’ he exclaims, grabbing the back of the chair.

That's it, I think to myself, let yourself go. Let me take care of you, let me show you how much I want you, your everything. 

‘Good…Girl…’ He manages to utter in between groans, still playing with my hair.

I've never quite performed like that. All I want is to please him. All I am in this instant is a machine built simply to satisfy Shane.

‘F-Fuck, stop!’ He lifts my hair and grabs me by the chin. I let his slobbered up cock out of my mouth. He brings me up to his lips. 

I'm now sitting with my wetness against his tweaking rock hard dick, his face buried in my breasts, and let him gather his senses.

‘You're not allowed to make me cum’ he whispers in a raspy voice. ‘Not yet.’ I shiver at the sound of his command. ‘Not before I can feel your pussy.’

I gasp as he grabs my ass and slides my panties down. Before I can say a word he rams himself inside of me in a grunt and I simply cannot help but scream.

‘Fuck..’ I manage to articulate. ‘You feel so…Ha!’ 

He laughs, grabbing my waist to help me up and down his wet cock. I sink my nails in his shoulders, feel his warm wet breath on my chest. A shiver goes through my whole body as I cannot help but bring out primal pleasure sounds. He stands up, keeping himself inside of me, and lie me down on the rug, slowly restarting fucking me. I’m on another plane of existence. Each and everyone of his strokes deliciously hit my walls perfectly. He must feel how much my insides are slowly milking him, begging him. Slowly falling on me, he softly caresses my lips with his, and smiles, as if to prepare me for his next move.  Now planted on his knees, he lifts my hips and starts pounding into me. My squeaks are now proper screams. ‘Oh you like that don’t you?’ He asks between his teeth. I only manage to nod. I do, I fucking do. He pounds me like I’m nothing but a ragdoll. Sweat is dripping from his forehead and he clenches his jaw, concealing a growl. I almost choke once he accelerates, incapable of fathoming how good his cock feels inside me.

Now I can no longer feel my toes curling. The heat is reaching my legs, my core, my whole body. I let this fantastic small death take me entirely. My body shakes, I can’t control anything, every part of me belongs to him, I’m but a slave to his every movement.

I hear myself scream his name as I fall back on the rug. Through my blurred eyes I see Shane smiling triumphantly. He bends back down to kiss me. I try to find my breath again, and even remember where I am. ‘Shane…’ ‘I’m not done with you.’ He growls, flipping me over, on my knees towards the couch. He mutters under his breath, slowly caressing the shaking skin of my thighs, the wetness of my crotch and legs, admiring his work. I use the couch to turn to him. He looks back at me in amazement, softly caresses my arched back, touches me so delicately like I’m the most fragile artefact in his universe, quickly forgetting how hard he was penetrating me just a few seconds ago. He pulls his sweaty hair back in a stroke. It immediately falls back down on his adorable face. I’m smitten. Completely lost in the contemplation of this man who just gave me his everything and who I want to please and satisfy for the rest of my life. ‘I know a way you can make the view even better.’ I say, swaying my butt slowly, realising just now how much of a slut I actually am right now. ‘Fuck me’ I hear myself plead. ‘Use me.’ That’s new. ‘ Use me to make yourself cum, Shane.’ Never ever those words had left my mouth. Normal me would be so embarrassed right now. He gulps, gently placing his warm hands on my hips, and insert himself inside me once more, in a delightful groan. I grab the old couch cushion so hard that my nails tear into it. He slowly plays with my inside, heavily breathing, trying to make the game last, knowing he already won and brought me to my knees. I can’t help but move my hips towards his, picking up the pace. ‘Well, aren’t you a little slut.’ Fuck I am, and I’m his. ‘Shane’

He slaps my butt before I can continue.

‘Shh… Good girl. My own little slut.’ The sound of his cock slowly coming and going inside my wet pussy echoes with his words. I am his own little slut. He spanks me again. I never knew this could feel so good. Each time I try to take the initiative he punishes me. Commanding me to keep at his pace. But quickly the punishment feels like delicious treats. ‘I know how to treat disobedient little sluts like you.’ He says behind clenched teeth. He grabs my arms, letting me bite into the couch, pounding into me, riding me to his own salvation. It can’t be. I can’t come a second time.

And still I do. My legs shake with all their might, my screams muffled by the couch, tears running down my face. Shane removes himself in a grunt. A deep moan fills the room as I feel his warmth covering my skin. I can barely move. Out of breath. Shaking. My ass covered in Shane’s cum dripping down. ‘Oh wow’ I hear him say. ‘You weren’t wrong. This is so hot’ He adds between long breaths. I want to turn around and kiss him, but I’m too anxious about depriving him of the view. He groans, struggling to stand up.

‘Where are you going?’

‘I’ll be right back, don’t move.’ He says, planting a kiss on my sweaty forehead.

He comes back with a towel and slowly pat out the mess. Tenderly, thoroughly. Each stroke feels like a caress on my very soul. I think I love this man. Once cleaned up he pulls me towards him and we sit on the couch. Still out of breath, in a whole new state of mind. The sound of the rain is finally reaching our ears. I’m thankful I don’t have any close neighbours. I nestle into Shane’s extended arm. He grabs my chin and kisses me. The smile…His smile… I nuzzle, content, into his neck. I never felt so fulfilled in my entire life. His calm breathing and arm wrapped around me tell me he’s probably the same. I want to stay like this forever.

He starts shuffling in his place and groans. ‘Is everything ok?’ He chuckles

‘Yeah, it’s just…Y’know I’m probably too old to make love on the floor.’

I laugh.

‘My knees are killing me’ I say, nestling more into him. He squeezes me against him in a laugh. My heart skips a beat as I repeat in my head what he said. I can’t help but giggle. “Make love” he clearly said. “Make love” I repeat again and again in my poor tired brain. I let out a long satisfied sigh.

‘You ok…Huh’

I sit up, eyes wide open.

‘Fern, my name is Fern?’

He bursts out laughing, and blush, slightly embarrassed.

‘No. I mean, yes I know’ He scratches the back of his head, still laughing. ‘I was looking for, I dunno, a pet name? Since we’re, y’know.’

I gasp.

‘We ARE a couple, aren’t we?’ 

He chuckles.

‘I mean, it’s fucked up that you’d want that but.’

I slap his arm.

‘You stop that this instant!’ I sit back up and kiss his red cheek. ‘So, pet name, heh?’

‘Muffin?’

‘No.’

‘Boo?’

‘Yoba, no!’ ‘Honey butter?’

‘What the fuck?’

‘Sweet meat?’

‘Ok, now you’re just having fun.’

‘Biscuit? Jam?’

‘Are you hungry?’

‘Oregano? Thyme? Sage?’

‘Shane you’re just listing herbs.’

‘Safran!’

‘Shane! Stop!’

No please don’t, your smile, your laugh, being so silly, so comfortable with me. Yoba, fuck’s sake I love him.

‘Heh’ I start again once we stop laughing. ‘You can always call me what you called me earlier.’

His eyes widen as he remembers.

‘Oh damn Fern no, you’re not, you’re not a slut. It was, you know.’

I can’t hold my laugh. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so flustered.

‘Not so brazen now are we?’

‘I’ll show you brazen.’ He replies, pinning me down on the couch.

Sadly the phone starts ringing.

[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS-SEASON 3, EPISODE 1: LAZY HAZY CRAZY DAYS (PART 5)

Faces of Fear. Bozo got an early flight home, bringing with him an immovable stench cloud that is hanging over the day's festivi-titties. The city of Chicago is letting out a sigh of relief, though. In the middle of her crisis, Lorelai immediately abandons Rory, who is shaking in Dean's presence like a flu-stricken chihuaua. But not before reminding Dean how much she's missed him.

I heard there's a vacancy at the Shane and Jess Tree now, why don't you two make a reservation?

What the what! They're still going, in the same spot, completely uninterrupted! The Foreplay King and Queen! I am not worthy! Have they been making out in public so frequently that they just blend in with the scenery and hundreds of people walk right past them without even glancing? They've fused with the FuckTree. The 69 Pine. Witnessing this peep show, Rory experiences an instantaenous full blown sexual awakening so seismic the earth threatens to crack open beneath her. At FND, Emily and Richard take the news of the Lor & Crusty breakup just as well as anyone would have expected, which is to say, Not Well. When Lorelai returns home...presumably after 8 pm,as it's pitch black outside but the summer festival is still underway, somehow, with hundreds of people roaming the streets. The Barbershop Quartet is still singing "Lazy Hazy Crazy Days" into the night sky, creating an eerie scene. This is like something out of the Twilight Zone. The festivals never end, Taylor Doose in his never ending quest for power and money is forcing the citizens of The Hollow to listen to the same song (actually, more like two lines from the same song) on a loop until they go mad, forced to sell corn dogs and cotton candy until they drop dead, while Shane and Jess are still making out against the Poke Oak.

Again, the last few episodes have been making me feel like something was missing, then I remember Luke still exists. Hi Luke! Why don't you put a light on or something, why are you working in the dark?

Looks like someone decided to put on her big girl panties and be brave. With Lorelai breaking in and Jess always escaping it seems like Luke doesn't know what a lock is. Lorelai states she isn't there to beg for forgiveness or have a conversation with him or to talk to him or interact with him in any whatsoever, but she had a bad night so she wants him to make her coffee. DIdn't you hear the man? He's closeddddd.

When Luke won't budge, Lorelai asks him to just pretend she's some other random customer she made up called Mimi, as if it's in any way possible for Luke to imagine this ridiculous woman as someone else. There's no way these two have ever successfully engaged in role play. I guess he could pretend she's Kirk, both of them take up space for hours at his establishment and don't tip and make him want to lay down face first on the grill with his hand in the deep fryer. Luke won't assist her, so Lorelai helps herself to a pot of tepid coffee, sits down at his counter and starts crying about all the fucky guys she's dated in the last two years.

"Crusty's gonna have a baby with this woman" True "He's gonna be there for her when she's pregnant" False "He's gonna be there with her to see his child grow up" False "He's gonna be there for her while she does whatever it is she does." You mean be super duper creepy? #CreepySherry

Am I supposed to feel sorry for you or something? Go cry to Dean Forrester.

You got a LONG wait ahead of you, sister.

Wah wah wah. I want a Tyrannosaurus to storm the streets of The Hollow and swallow your boyfriend Dean Forrester, then I want the t-rex to spit him out so he can be eaten a second time by another t-rex, but we can't always get everything we want, right Lorelai?

Here. Have a 14 hour old donut to ease your pain and hopefully make you go home.

Me, Outloud (Very Animated): What the what, she was about to pay you for the first time ever and you stopped her?! A flipped script, but that's more or less the same reaction I have during A Year in the Life when Jess offers Rory money. “Why aren’t you taking her money” vs “why are you giving her money”

Is she gone? Lorelai returns home to find Rory in the living room. It makes me verrrry nervous when Lorelai and Rory meet on the couch at the end of an episode. Shit always goes down on that couch. It's the Scary Couch. The couch where Lorelai imparts horrible wisdom. It turns out my intuition would be correct in this instance. So horribly, horribly correct. Lorelai apologizes to Rory for reacting in the town square earlier, even though for once in her life Lorelai was actually the reasonable one who was totally in the right about Rory's behavior being slimy, and even if Lorelai is a hypcorite of the highest magnitude to try and impart on her child that you shouldn't mess around, cheat and play games. We can throw her a sprinkling of "Do as I say not as I do" points as long as she doesn't fuck it up in the last two minutes of the episode.... Hahahahaha. Ha? LORELAI GILMORE GO 15 SECONDS WITHOUT MENTIONING DEAN FORRESTER CHALLENGE. GO! Lorelai plops down on the couch with 2:58 left in the episode. *starts timer*

2 minutes and 43 seconds left. From sit-down to How's Dean was 15 seconds, she then asks "How was Dean" three more times. That fucking couch! Oh, and of course, after she took off and abandoned Rory earlier when Dean approached, Lorelai has yet to ask Rory how she's feeling.

Yay.

Unfortunately, yes. I called the T-Rex to eat Dean but she's booked to the gills, like, you really gotta know someone to get her to show up in your sleepy Connecticut town. 17 seconds from the last Dean mention to the next.

Oh..honey....

It's crazy NOW? No one tell her what a Three Ring FuckCircus the Jess Thing is going to turn into. She has to find out on her own. It's the only way she'll learn.

She says "I love Dean" with as much conviction as someone saying "Yes, I love walking around in wet socks."

But..ya kinda do, miss "just because you and Rory broke up doesn't mean we did, Dean." Lucky for you your daughter is a pathological people pleaser who won't dare to upset you or Dean, So you can rest easy knowing your precious Dean won't be going anywhere, for like, another 7 episodes.

He deserves to have his nuts crushed by a wooly mammoth.

You know what *deep breath* I'll choose to hear "In this alternate timeline, the HPV vaccination has already been invented in 2002 and I'm going to take you to the gynecologist to get it because I want you to be safe in case you one day decide you want to have sex with Jess" instead of unleashing Double T Rex's on Lorelai.

[scarisd3ad]

Doctor duties

part of the 'to the end and back' series (Daryl Dixon x reader)

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Summary - reader doing her doctor duties while at the quarry

Warnings - none

era - quarry (season one)

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All my medical equipment is set up on a table near Dale's parked RV. I've got a little fold-up table and two chairs set up. Glenn had brought the folding chairs and table on a run a while back because 'the doctor shouldn't have to do her duties on the ground.' no matter how often I tell Glenn that I'm not a doctor, he still calls me 'doc.'

I don't get many illnesses in the group, but there are a lot of cuts, bruises, and injuries. "Hey, doc, can you check this out for me?" Shane asks as he walks over and sits in the chair across from me. "sure," I say as he puts his arm up onto the table, revealing a nasty cut. It's deep, and he'll probably need stitches.

 "how'd this happen?" I ask as I take some alcohol on a cotton pad and dab it across the cut. "Out on a run for water, cut myself up on a fence post," he says with a hiss as the alcohol hits his wound. "Sorry, sorry," I mutter as I grab some gauze, a needle, and some thread. "you're probably gonna need stitches, though." I clean the needle with some alcohol before threading the needle. "Alright, this is probably gonna hurt. I'm sorry," I say before stabbing the needle through his skin.

Shane hisses as he grips the plastic table. "Ke-keep going," he mutters. I finish his stitches before wrapping it up with gauze and sending him on his way. "y/n! y/n! y/n!" Sophia runs up to my table with Carl trailing behind her. "What is it, soph?" she points to a band-aid barely sticking to her leg. "Can I have another?" she asks. I don't understand why kids are so obsessed with band-aids; the scratch on her shin is long gone and has been for a week. "sure," I say before reaching into the band-aid box and handing her one.

 Sophia and Carl run off again, leaving me to clean up the mess of blood left on the table after Shane's stitches. "Hey..." I look up to see Glenn standing there with a smile. I raise my eyebrow skeptically. "What do you want, dumbass?" I mutter as he sits in the chair across from me. "nothin' just wanted to say hi," I roll my eyes. "don't touch anything." Glenn raises his hands before laughing, "I won't, alright?" we sit there chit-chatting until we notice Daryl Dixon walking towards us.

Oh god, my heart speeds up. I'm scared of him and his brother everyone is. No one understands why either of them are staying with us; they are rarely at camp anyway. Merle is always out, raising havoc. Half the time, we don't know where the fuck he is. And Daryl is always out hunting; if he's not, he's telling nonsense stories about a chupacabra.

"Hey doc, need yer help." Daryl only asks for help if he really needs it. I gesture for Glenn to move while staring at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to leave me alone with him. "what's wrong?" I ask as Daryl takes a seat. "Just want ya to look at this scratch," he says, tapping a small, almost healed cut on his cheek. I nod and walk over to him, kneeling to look at it. It's small and still red, not any green color, so I quickly grab a cotton pad and some Neosporin. I squeeze some onto his cheek before dabbing it with the cotton pad. I sit there for a second with his chin in my hand. I can feel his breath against my face. He makes me so nervous, and I don't know why.

"We-well, it's not infected, so you're good," I whisper before pulling away from him. "Alright, that's good. I'll see ya later, I guess," he mutters before getting up and walking away. I look over to see Glenn sitting in my chair with his brows raised. "Move," I mutter as I swat at his shoulder. he laughs before getting up and taking his seat across from me. "What was that with Daryl?" he asks, my brows furrow. "I was doing my job," I whisper as I throw away the cotton pad and put the Neosporin back into my bag. "No, it looked like you were going to kiss him." my face scrunches up in disgust. "Gross why would I want to kiss Daryl Dixon?"

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