#and i just start yelling when I venture into the tag

[lovelybucky1]

Nice Guys Finish Last

Kinktober Day 9- Hair Pulling

warnings: hair pulling, oral sex (f!receiving), name calling, face riding, dom/sub dynamics, fwb(?), crime, tattooed and pierced anakin, 18+ minors DNI

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Picking up Anakin from the police station yet again is not what you thought you’d be doing with your night. Your he is always getting into some kind of trouble and it always somehow becomes your responsibility to save his sorry ass.

It’s the third time this month you’ve had to get him and to say you’re pissed is an understatement. You honestly couldn’t believe the officer when he told you Anakin was taken in for vandalism. He was caught tagging a building with some buddies. How fucking juvenile.

You signed the proper paperwork and Anakin was following you out of the station. Somehow, with his pretty boy charm, he always gets off with a warning. Some day he won’t be so lucky, and you may not feel bad for him when that day comes.

“I can’t fucking believe you, Anakin!” you yell once you’re in the car.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Anakin huffs.

“Don’t give me that. I’m the one bailing you out in the middle of the night for fucking around with a can of spray paint.”

Anakin glares at you from the passenger seat. “Thanks,” he mutters.

“Why am I always the one you call? You know I won’t let you rot at the station and all your other friends are getting arrested with you?” It’s a rhetorical question; you know that’s exactly why you’re his call.

“You’re my best friend. That’s why you’re the one I call,” he says. “Sorry if I’m such an inconvenience for you.”

“Do not guilt trip me, Anakin. You are so fucking irresponsible and yeah, you are inconveniencing me because it’s Saturday night and I had plans that I left to come save you.”

Anakin raises his eyebrows at the mention of plans. “What plans?”

“Is that fucking important right now?”

Anakin wiggles his snakebites with his tongue as he looks at you. “Was it a date?”

You sigh heavily. “Yes it was.”

“First date?”

“Third.”

Anakin makes a huh noise faintly and you want to press him about it, but figure it’s better just to get him home and out of your sight before you punch him.

You start the car and pull out of the police station parking lot. You drive in silence for a few minutes, not having put on the radio in your rage.

“You weren’t drunk, were you?” you ask.

“Jesus,” he says, offended. “No, I wasn’t drunk.”

“Don’t act like that’s not a valid question. Do you have any idea how much stupid shit you do when you’re drunk?”

Anakin kicks his foot up on the dashboard and you quickly slap his thigh so he doesn’t scuff up your car with his obnoxious boot.

Before long, you turn into the parking lot of Anakin’s apartment complex and park in your usual spot. He gets out of the car, then you follow.

“You’re coming in?”

“I missed dessert. It’s the least you could do.”

Anakin attempts to smile at you, but that venture is short lived when he sees your annoyed expression illuminated by the street lights.

The two of you walk into the building and up the two flights of stairs to get to his door. He lets you in and you immediately walk over to the freezer, searching for something sweet.

“Ben’s out tonight,” he says.

“So was I, but you didn’t ask Ben to pick you up,” you respond, head still in the freezer.

“Come on, are we really gonna do this all night? Ben and I aren’t close like we are.”

You pick up a pint of half-eaten ice cream and close the freezer before opening all of the drawers until you find the spoons. You take the lid off the container and lean against the counter, glaring at Anakin where he sits at the counter.

“How was your date,” he asks.

“It was good until you dragged me away from it.”

Anakin looks down at his hands and twiddles his thumbs. “Where’d he take you?”

You fill your mouth with a spoonful of ice-cream. “The restaurant on 15th,” you respond.

Anakin furrows his brows. “That place is a dump. Why would he take you there?”

“It’s not about the food, it’s about the company.”

Anakin scoffs. “It sounds like your company is a cheap asshole who doesn’t know how to treat you.”

You stare silently at Anakin while thoughts race through your mind. The first time you got Anakin from the police station was right after your first date, and you were late your second date because you had to drive Anakin home. In an instant, anger seethes inside of you. You drop the ice cream and spoon on the countertop and storm over to the back of Anakin’s chair.

He turns his head to track your movements. When you reach him, you twist your fingers in his dark hair and pull. His head snaps back and he whines in protest.

“You son of a bitch,” you hiss.

“What?” he asks.

“You’ve been purposely ruining my dates by getting arrested.” He whimpers at the painful tug on his roots. “You can’t tell me it’s a coincidence that I’ve had to get you when I was on dates.”

“Let me go and we can talk about this,” he tries to reason.

“No, Anakin. You’re perfectly capable of talking to me like this.”

Anakin sighs. “He’s not good enough for you.”

“You’ve never even met him,” you scoff.

“I don’t need to! I know he isn’t.”

Anakin tries to look at you upside down. He’s playing with his lip rings again, a nervous habit of his.

“And how the fuck would you know that?” you ask.

“Because he’s not me.”

You freeze, and for a moment your grip on his hair loosens. “What?”

Anakin fights against your hold and manages to break free. He stands up from the stool and faces you, the tension in his brows obvious.

“I don’t want you to date that guy. Fuck, I don’t want you to date any guy. Everyone you’ve ever dated has been an asshole and you don’t deserve that.”

“So, what, you’re not an asshole?”

“I am, but I would treat you right.”

“By getting arrested every night for stupid shit?”

Anakin groans. “Can we please stop talking about it?”

You narrow your eyes at him as realization dawns on you. “Were you trying to cockblock me?” Anakin doesn’t respond. All he does is look down at his yellow laced boots to hide the flush on his cheeks. “It was my third date tonight and you knew that. You didn’t want me to go home with him.”

“Christ, no, it’s not like that-”

“Then what is it, Anakin?”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “I just don’t get what you see in him.”

“He’s nice.”

Anakin chuckles. “You don’t want nice.”

“You have no idea what I want.”

Anakin steps forward to crowd you against the counter. You’re not intimidated by him, despite the height difference. Anakin may be bigger and stronger in pretty much every physical way, but you know he wouldn’t hurt you. And you know his weak spot.

“Tell me, then. What do you want?”

“A nice guy with a good job, life goals, and no criminal record.”

Anakin places his hands on the counter on either side of your body. “But does nice make you cum?”

You gasp. “Anakin!”

“I’m serious. Does your nice, regular guy do it for you?” He looks intently at your face, searching for an answer. “Or is it only guys with tattoos and a criminal record that gets your blood pumping like this?”

“We’re friends, Anakin,” you say instead of answering his question.

“That doesn’t have to change.” You sigh and look over your shoulder to collect yourself for a moment, needing a break from Anakin’s piercing gaze. “You’re angry at me and I’m sure you’re pent up because you were planning on getting fucked tonight. Kill two birds with one stone and fuck me.”

“I can’t believe you,” you say, looking back at him.

He smirks, biting his lip. “It’ll be good, I promise. You can hit me, bite me, scratch me, whatever. Use me however you want and you’ll see why nice isn’t better.”

“Fine,” you bite.

“Where do you want me?” he asks.

You look around the open floor plan apartment. “The couch.”

“Not the bed?”

“Nice guys fuck on beds. I thought you were different.”

Anakin backs off of you and walks over to the couch, sitting lazily as we waits for you to come over. His arms are splayed over the back and his legs are spread obnoxiously. You sit on the couch next to him and look at him expectantly.

“You’re not gonna kiss me?” you ask.

Anakin shrugs. “I don’t kiss sluts.”

You raise your eyebrows at that. “I’m a slut?”

“Oh yeah,” he leans closer to you, grasping gently at your jaw. “That’s why we’re a good match. You’re a slut who needs to be fucked hard and dirty, and I’m a bad guy who loves sluts like you.”

Despite yourself, your heart rate picks up. You’re watching his lips, noticing how his tongue swipes across them. Anakin trails his hand up your thigh and inches it closer to your clothed pussy.

“I’m not gonna sit here and let you talk to me like that after the shit you pulled.”

Anakin backs off, his hands now kept to himself. “I’m all yours.”

You make a split second decision to crawl into his lap, and now that you’re seated on top of his thighs, you’re unsure what to do. His body is firm with muscle underneath you. You know he goes to the gym but you’ve never experienced his strength for yourself.

You push up the hem of his t-shirt and he takes the hint, raising his arms so you can pull it off. You’re met with the sight of his abs and chest covered with tattoos and the barbells that go through his nipples. You realize you’ve never seem him like this before and you curse yourself for not getting a glimpse sooner.

“You like what you see?” he asks cockily.

“Shut up, Anakin.”

You run your hands over his chest, dragging your nails down it to leave red marks on the pale skin. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of fucking you, but you are incredibly horny and need to get off.

“Lay down.”

He raises his eyebrows at you. “Talking to me like I’m a dog?”

“Yeah, I am. So be a good boy and lay down.”

You stand up from his lap and take off your bottoms while he changes positions. His legs are outstretched on the couch and his head is flat against the cushion.

You kneel on the couch, knees on either side of his head and you watch as he stares at your pussy.

“Like what you see?” you ask.

“Fuck yeah, I do. Been thinking ‘bout tasting this cunt since we met.”

Anakin reaches up to grab your hips and he pulls you down onto him. His nose hits your mound first, then you sit your pussy onto his mouth and chin.

He looks up at you from between your thighs as his tongue begins to explore between your folds. You wiggle your hips on top of him to get more friction, and to humiliate him a little by using him.

His nose bumps your clit as he licks thick stripes over your pussy. Anakin is attempting to taste every inch of you, and fuck, it feels good.

You reach down and grab his spiked hair with both hands like their reigns. You adjust yourself on his face so he’s hitting all the spots you want him to.

“Fuck, put your tongue inside me,” you order.

He does, and when you feel the hot muscle slide into you, you tug firmly on his hair. He groans into your pussy and fucks you with enthusiasm.

You pull on his hair again and his eyelids flutter. He clearly likes getting his hair pulled, and you enjoy causing him a little bit of pain.

“You got arrested all those times because you wanted me to sit on your fucking face? Why didn’t you just ask?”

You didn’t lift up so he could answer. It was a rhetorical question and if he stopped sucking on your clit, you would kill him.

“You were right, a nice guy wouldn’t let me drown him in my pussy.”

You grind down on his face and tug his head up to meet your body as you feel yourself getting closer.

“Don’t fucking stop, Anakin. I’m gonna cum,” you say.

His eyes are squeezed shut and his brows have a deep crease between them as he concentrates on pleasing you despite the ache that’s surely in his jaw.

“Fuck,” you gasp as you reach your peak.

Your thighs tighten around his head and he sucks firmly at your pussy to ride you through it. Your hips buck up, searching for more friction until your high passes.

You remain on him, but lean your hands back on his thighs to catch your breath. Your chest his heaving and your legs are shaking a bit.

Anakin pushes up on your thighs, signaling you to get off of him. You slide from his face down to his hips and straddle him there.

His hair is a mess, his face is wet, and his lips are swollen and red. “How was that?” he asks, voice rough.

“Nice,” you respond with a smirk.

Anakin glares at you. He sits up and grabs your hips tightly to hold you still as he grinds his hips on your ass. He spanks you with his right hand, making you gasp in surprise.

“I thought I got to do whatever I wanted?”

“You got your chance,” Anakin grumbles. “Now I’m not gonna be so nice.”

[chaossturns]

Hii!! can you do chris x f!reader where she posts on tiktok to the audio that goes “give bitch sum head or sum” and chris sees it and takes her up on it?? tag me if u do it pls!!

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐔𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌 | 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

⋆⑅˚₊ — synopsis: you filmed a tiktok to the sound “give a bitch sum head or sum” while Chris is filming but he sees it while he’s out, so what will happen when he comes home?

⋆⑅˚₊ — pairing: chris sturniolo x poc!reader

⋆⑅˚₊ — warnings: oral (fem!receiving) , use of pet names , swearing , face riding , slight fluff & aftercare , established relationship , and overstimulation

a/n: i loved writing this request so much, also thank you for 100 followers ! 👅

a/n 2: join the taglist , ts looking empty 🫡

⋆⑅˚₊ — word count: 1.5k

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You were sitting at Chris’s desk, Tiktok sounds filling the emptiness of his room as you scrolled. Chris was currently out with his brothers filming a video, leaving you to be bored and alone.

While scrolling you stop on a video, the sound intriguing you. It was the beginning of the song “Slob on My Ckat” , the lyrics being “Give a bitch sum head or sum.”

You get up from Chris’s desk, walking into his bathroom and looking into the mirror. You place your phone on the counter, putting all your focus on your hair, fluffing it out a bit. You then pick up your phone, getting a good angle through the mirror.

As you film, you save some as drafts, and have different options to choose from. You finish up, heading to Chris’s bed, sitting up by the headboard.

While sitting there you start to go through the multiple takes, figuring out which one is posting worthy. You find the best video out of the bunch, captioning it, then posting it.

The fans knew you and Chris were together, so you got a lot of recognition on your Tiktok account. Some fans were not really fond of yours and Chris’s relationship, but it didn’t really bother you.

You get up from the bed and go upstairs, wanting a snack and a drink. Upon opening the fridge, your eyes wander throughout the various drink options. Lyrical lemonade decorating the shelves, along with pepsi, root beer, and water.

You grab a watermelon lyrical lemonade, going to the cabinets to get a bag of popcorn, and venture your way back down to Chris’s room.

Before sitting down on his bed, you grab his tv remote off his dresser, thinking about what to watch. You pick out the movie “Get Out” by Jordan Peele. The movie proceeds, but your phone is blowing up with notifications from Tiktok

Opening the app, your notification box is filled with likes and comments. You go and view your Tiktok, reading some of the comments as well.

likes: 106.4k Comments: 10.1k Shares: 120

comments:

@ christophersturniolo

- 👀

@ lucy50

- omg you’re so pretty 😍

@ sturniolofan111

- AHHH CHRIS COMMENTED

@ spam.jess

- lord chris is lucky 😩

You took notice of Chris’s like and comment, not thinking much of it since it was normal for him to do so. Getting more comfortable under his covers, you put your phone down and regain your focus on the movie.

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Me, Matt, and Nick were out filming a video. Nick’s timer had gone off, meaning we had to reset the camera. While doing so, I opened Tiktok, browsing through my following.

I came across my girlfriends video, listening to the audio, and smirking to myself. I liked and commented as usual, looking at how good she looked. An idea came to my head, now wanting to hurry up and get home.

Matt bangs on the window, telling me to look up from my phone and face the camera.

“Chris and Nick look towards me!” Matt yells, his voice slightly muffled since he’s outside. Me and Nick just look at each other, wondering where such anger came from.

Matt then walks to the driver side, getting into the car, and fixing his hair while doing so.

“So where were we?” Nick asks, wanting to get back on track with the video. I left him unanswered, impatiently wanting to go home.

We talked for about 10 more minutes before putting the camera up and making our way towards our apartment. I texted my girlfriend that we were on the way home, placing my phone in my lap, and glancing out the car window.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐕

You get a notification on your phone, causing you to jump as you were absorbed into the movie. The text was from Chris saying he was on his way home. You grab the remote and pause the movie, getting up and using the bathroom.

Coming out of the bathroom, you collect your trash, and throw it away in the trash can in Chris’s room. You lay back down in the bed, grabbing your phone and scrolling through instagram.

A couple of minutes later you hear the garage door open and close, signifying the triplets were back home. You continue to be on your phone, waiting for Chris to come into his room.

You hear his bedroom door open and shut, footsteps coming closer to the bed. You look up from your phone and smile at Chris, getting out of bed, and giving him a hug.

“I’ve missed you too baby.” Chris says, gripping that back of your thighs, and hoisting them around his waist. You press a kiss to his lips, Chris using his free hand to grasp around your neck.

You pull away, smiling as you climb out of his arms. Turning away from Chris, you plop back onto the bed. But Chris doesn’t come and lay down he just stares at you, his blue eyes becoming intoxicating.

“Chris, why are you looking at me like that?” You question him, he just smirks and comes closer to the bed.

“Y’know I saw your video right?” He asks, you slowly nod, trying to understand the connection between this. He grabs onto your ankles, pulling you even closer to him.

“Chris what are you doing?” you ask, becoming flustered from all of this.

“Hmm, how did the audio go?” he taps his index finger against chin, making it seem like he’s deeply pondering about something. “Give a bitch sum head or sum?” He asks again, causing you to finally understand what’s going on.

Chris is now on his knees at the foot of the bed, stripping you of your jean shorts, leaving you in your pink laced underwear. He opens your thighs, peppering kisses to the left and right, slowly moving closer to the clothed cunt.

You sigh out, enjoying the feeling of his lips dancing across your thighs. You begin squirming as his lips get closer to your core, making Chris grip onto your hips to prevent you from doing so.

Chris plants a hot, wet kiss upon your covered clit. You whimper out, just wanting Chris’s lips on your leaking core.

“Please Chris.” you whine out, looking down at him between your thighs.

“What do you want, baby?” He asks, now sucking on the inside of your thighs, creating hickeys.

“I need your mouth against me please.” you say, sifting your fingers through his brunette locks. Chris then proceeds to peel your underwear off of you, stuffing them into his pocket.

His lips finally attach to you core, you dragging out a loud moan from your throat. Chris’s tongue leaves long licks to your slit, slipping it into your soaked hole from time to time.

“Oh, shit Chris.” you yank his hair that’s tangled in between your fingers , resulting in him groaning out into your pussy. Chris then begins to suck on your clit, the knot in your stomach becoming more apparent.

You rock your hips into Chris’s face, his nose hitting your sensitive bud every time you do so.

“Mmm, Chris i’m close.” you sigh out, Chris now increasing the speed of his tongue.

“Cmon, give it to me mama.” Chris mumbles into you, making a rush of pleasure cascade over your body as you cum.

Chris doesn’t give you time to rest, he gets up from his kneeling position, lays his head by the head board, and pulls you over his mouth.

You feel his mouth enclose around your dripping cunt, your hand automatically gripping the headboard due the vast amount of pleasure. Chris moves his hands around your hips, tightly holding onto them as he moves them against his face.

“Fuck Chris!” you say, a moan flowing from your mouth. You throw your head back, leaving your mouth agape, overwhelmed by all of this.

“Is it too much baby?” he asks, you whine out in response. The sound of Chris slurping up your juices filled your ears, driving you completely overboard.

“C-c-can’t take it anymore Chris.” you say, slightly lifting your hips away from Chris’ lips. He then goes to wrap his arms around your thighs, keeping you trapped above his mouth.

“You taste so fucking good, just give me one more please?” he asks, continuing his torturous assault on your pussy. You collect his hair back into your hand, moans and whimpers leaving your lips as your second orgasm begins to take over.

Your breathing becomes heavy, now releasing your cum all over Chris’ face. He cleans you up, not leaving any left over cum.

You fall to the side of Chris, looking into his face and giving him a lazy smile as you see your juices glistening off him in the light. He gets up, grabs a warm towel, and cleans off your thighs.

He then grabs another pair of your underwear and one of his hoodies, and puts them on you. You slide underneath the covers, your body sore. Chris then comes next to you, wrapping your legs around his waist as you snuggle into his neck.

for - @ellaynaa 🔥

tags: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @luverboychris @sturnsslut @bigbeefybitch @rileysturniolo @itsnotmariahh @summerssover @l0ver-i @thenickgirl

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 9

He just can't give up.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, slight Angst, personal insecurities, SFW but kook is naked the entire time help, [Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1k Words

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When Jungkook emerges from the bathroom, you’re already dressed in at least a pair of panties and a shirt of his that’s way too big for you.

He however doesn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to put on any clothes, as he marches back into the bedroom naked, no shame at all while his hand rubs a towel over his damp hair. “Jungkook-” you say, and he hums a reply to you, shaking some water out of his ear before he turns to you, tattooed skin distracting you for a moment before you find your thoughts again. “-I... Really love you, you know. But I’m still mad.” You shrug, making his face morph into one of urgency, as he watches you sigh and get up to open the dresser. “I’m going to have a weekend with the girls to-” You start, but his eyes fall open in shock, blood running cold.

Shit.

“No!” He whines, like a wounded animal almost, making you frown at him. “I mean- babe please, I already had to spend one whole night without you-” He complains weakly, unable to really prevent you from getting out clothes for yourself as you pack an overnight bag that’s pink in colour. “-please-”

“Jungkook just give me that.” You say, looking at him as he takes out one of your sweaters again. “I don’t want to lash out at you just because I’m still riled up from the shit that happened these past few weeks.” You say, referring to past outbursts that had been common- and that hurt him, you know that. You’ve got a pretty bad temper, you’re aware of this, and you’ve been trying hard to control it especially with him, because the words that sometimes tend to slip through your lips aren’t the truth at all-, they’re just meant to hurt, nothing else.

And hurt they do, because you know him well, and know what his weak spots are.

But Jungkook isn’t someone you want to hurt- you actually want to avoid that at all cost, but with the pressure of the past stress he’s put you throught just as much as he’d had to carry it, you’re very aware of the fact that you might just end up scolding and yelling at him for things he’s got no control over. And you don’t want that. You hate feeling annoyed by him.

But for Jungkook, this is absolutely horrible. You can’t leave, not this weekend at least. He’s just blasted half his money on his bank account out for the plane tickets, and the Airbnb is booked and currently being prepared for the two of you. If you leave now, everything would’ve been for nothing.

“No, you don’t get it- you can’t leave...” He complains, as you roll your eyes, closing the closet to instead venture into the bathroom to pack your skincare into a small bag. “-baby are you listening to me?” He urges, but you just shrug.

“Yeah, but I don’t feel like dancing to the song you’re singing right now..” You just mumble, and suddenly, he becomes serious-

Before he walks out the bedroom, out of sight.

“Jungkook?” You call out, but you don’t get a reply at all- so you just can’t help but walk out the bedroom to see what the hell your naked boyfriend could be doing right now, just to find him right in front of the front door, sitting to block it, arms crossed just like his legs. “Jeon Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing?” You ask, looking at him in disbelief.

“You’re not leaving.” He says, staring ahead of himself, determined as ever while some water drops from the slightly curled ends of his dark hair. He must be freezing his ass off- quite literally- and you just can’t help but worry.

“Jungkook please, the floor is cold as fuck-” You whine, walking towards him to try and pull him up by his arm- but he’s not moving, his weight preventing you from even getting him to remotely get up. “Jungk-”

“Say you’ll stay then.” He looks up at you, goosebumps already rising on his forearms.

“I already told them I’d come along this weekend, I’m going to be back Sunday evening!” You complain. “You’re being-”

“You can just tell them your boyfriend is taking you to an expensive as fuck holiday trip.” He says, looking you straight in the eyes. “That it was a surprise, that you didn’t know.” Jungkook offers, and you frown again.

“Jungkook you know I can’t lie!” You whine, pulling at his arm again, but his hand moves now to hold your wrist, catching your attention.

“Who said it’s a lie?” He asks, and from his tone of voice to the look on his face, you know he’s serious.

“...Jungkook, what the fuck?” You almost whisper out. “Why? And how would you even pay for that-” You argue, sitting down on your knees next to him now, completely caught off guard.

“With overtime.” He shrugs. “Side jobs. And some weird assets I made for some indie-game I doubt will ever be released to be honest.” He explains.

“So you didn’t ignore me because you were seeing someone else... but, hold on.” You shake your head. “You constantly went out with the boys though?” You argue, and at that, he seems to become visibly a bit bashful.

Shy even.

“No, that was...” He plays with his lip ring. “...I took on a nightshift job at the bar we went to with your dad last year. You know, the one where that guy fell off his chair and cleared the whole table in the process?” He chuckles, looking down at his knees.

“...” You look at him for a good moment, silently, before your shoulders relax. “Oh Jungkook... why?” You coo, finally realizing why he was always so extremely burned out, and why he smelled of alcohol and cigarettes every night he came home.

“I.. That's the thing. I can’t tell you yet- but I will.” He urges, moving a bit to face you. “If you don’t go with the girls, but me instead.” He tells you, eyes anxiously jumping from one of yours to the other as he waits for your answer. And after a moment, you nod.

“Okay.” You tell him, before you move to smack his thigh, and stand up,-

“But put on some pants first, idiot!

[wiltedkyinn]

I was never there.

2.9k words woozwes, might b a little rushed my bad.

sully family x son/brother (m) reader

Being the middle child, the third oldest of the Toruk Makto and the neytiri, the great warrior. While neteyam carried the burden of being the responsible one, lo’aks burden was trying to live up to his brother's name, kiris was being an outcast and yours? No one seemed to remember you. neteyam’s least reckless sibling, lo’aks quiet voiced brother, kiri’s tag along brother, tuk’s babysitter. A no one in a family of great, a shame really, you couldn't do much. Was pretty average in everything, not standing out. If there was a crowd your own father couldn't find you. Being left out in everything, the family went on a picnic? Oh, you were sleeping. The siblings had support from neytiri and jake. You? They were too busy, you had to tame an ikran by yourself. You had taught yourself to braid your hair. You were all alone, alone in such a big family, the family of the tribe. You weren't sad when you were told that the family had to leave and find a new home. Your kind of happy, you could rebrand yourself. Maybe, and just maybe, make a name for yourself. 

You were behind your family on your way to the reef clan, the metkayinan tribe. You head looking down letting your father do the convincing, suddenly your hand was being lifted in the air, showcasing to the clan members. Ronal the tsahìk yelled “they aren't even true na’vi! They have demon blood!” you looked at her at surprise then looked at tonowari, the leader. Your father quickly intervened, “look, look” he brought up his hands showing the same hands as y/n. 5 fingers, instead of 4. She let go of your hand and went to talk to her mate. After being settled in and setting up where you would sleep. Far from where your family was, the closest bed to you was neteyams. You quickly laid down and brought your knees as close as they would go to your head, fetal position. Wishing your hardest that if you took up less space that you could just disappear completely.  You woke up early and a few rays of sunshine hitted the island, you prepared breakfast for your family. Before anyone could wake you swiftly were curled up back into a ball. Your family normally thought you were sleeping so they didn't want to burden you, or that's what you hoped that was the case.

The first to wake was lo’ak he mindlessly poured some food onto a clam shell and ate two plates. Jake and tuk wake up, following neytiri and neteyam. All laughing and eating. “Who warmed this up?” Neytiri's voice was a little raspy from just waking up. “n/n did! I saw!” tuk’s bubbly voice awoke you from sleeping-but-not-really-asleep. She crawled up by y/n and hugged him, “wake up y/n~” her voice sang your name. Quickly waking up and sitting up, careful not to drop tuk. “What?” you were trying to wipe away his sleeplessness. “Thanks for breakfast.” your mother yelled, y/n slowly nodded to her. “Come one tuk let's eat” tuk yanked the boy up from his bead and ran by the family. But before you could even serve yourself something to eat, tsireya came to gather the kids to start lessons. 

Soon meeting with Aonung and Roxto by the shore. They didn't seem happy to see your sibling but neither the sullys were. After a couple silent moments they reef na’vi dived in with everyone quickly following. While your brothers and baby sister, neteyam, lo’ak and tuk needed to resurface for air, you and kiri easily got the hang of it. While she was busy looking at the animals, you ventured trying to look for a place to hide from the others. You found an underwater cave, it had an air pocket inside of it, the roof of the cave being covered in crystals, the water reflected the light of the beautiful gems. You were awestruck with its beauty. You laid down and for some reason went into a deep slumber. The sea provides soothing background noises. 

Waking up slowly, you got up and started to stretch, some popping noises coming from your bones. You dived into the ocean, swimming back by the shore you saw kiri. You kept swimming, you took notice of some of Aonung and Roxto's friends circle around her. You weren't sure what was happening until lo’ak and neteyam were there defending kiri. You hurried to make sure they were okay before you heard roxto call your siblings freaks. You were behind roxto, pulling his hair you blew a quick punch to his face. One of his friends grabbed your tail and dragged you off of him. You older brother, lo’ak, quickly grabbed your assailant's ear. You kicked someone who was trying to grab your foot, you were too busy with whoever you were punching to notice neteyam joining the fight. After what seemed like 30 minutes, both sides got tired, the reef na’vi were the first to retreat.  You were worse than neteyam and lo’ak, scratches by your ankles and littered around your back,  a black eye on your left eye, you had a long scratch that started by the base of your tail and stopped halfway down your tail. It was bleeding more than the other ones. 

While walking back to your marui, you were in the back, as always. Jake instantly took notice of your older brothers, you walked by, he didn't notice you at all. You sat down and asked your mom to give you some aloe and some leaf wraps. She thought you were going to bandage your brothers up, well until she saw your black eye. “y/n! You got into the fight?!” your mother shouted at you. You nodded, Your father quickly laid onto neteyam. “You even got y/n into the fight? What the hell neteyam!” “im sorry sir-” neteyam was cut off by y/n own voice. “For the love of eywa! I threw the first punch. It was my fault.” you seethed through your teeth, trying to not wince when putting the gel onto your tail. “I'll apologize tomorrow.” your voice was more relaxed, after putting on a leaf wrap. “Yeah I'll go with him too!” lo’ak was trying to save face for himself. “First Thing. Tomorrow.” Jake basically growling towards y/n and lo’ak. When lo’ak and neteyam looked at y/n. He put his hand to his chest and widened his eyes. The brother silently laughed at his antics. 

Me and lo’ak had to go apologize to roxto and whoever. The brother slowly stopped by Aonung, Roxto and his friends. “We are sorry.” y/n looked at roxto, specifically at the bruise on his jaw. “So sorry, that i hitted you.. So many times” i chuckled at lo’ak’s “apology” They all looked at each other before grinning at one another. “I forgive you, wanna go hunting outside of the reef?” Aonung asked, mainly towards  lo’ak. After the bickered I noticed that lo’ak was going. I followed mindlessly, not really paying attention. Until I noticed they were leaving us. I tapped and signed to lo’ak ‘they left i think it was a prank” he seemed scared, scared? I looked where he was looking, noticing a gigantic black fish come towards us. I quickly got back on my ilu. Trying to hint at lo’ak to do the same. He was frozen, almost entranced by the unknown fish. Y/n grabbed his wrist and wrapped lo’aks arm around him. Trying to get him to hold on. Once he did, the ilu went as fast as it could, barely missing a few close calls. Soon the ilu didn't miss the shark like fish, and it attacked the ilus fin. Following the fin was a streak of crimson blood. 

Y/n gabbed lo’aks wrist and swam as fast and hard as he could, hiding in some coral reef holding him behind him, even if he was younger. Before the fish was barely able to snatch and eat us. A gray colored version of the thing attacking us. Slammed him into a wall of reefs. Before y/n could notice, lo’ak was slipping from his hands. Looking behind himself, he couldn't find him. Freaking out, he started panicking. Since he couldn't hold his breath any more. y/n passed out. 

Floating in the ocean y/n opened his eyes. Nothing in miles near him. Just pure ocean. y/n started swimming towards the front of him, seeing a small rock. He perked himself there. Finally taking a deep breath to help calm him down. Trying to pinpoint where he was. He was taken out of his thoughts when he felt a sharp pain on his back, touching where it was throbbing. He pulled back his hands, realizing he was bleeding. A few tears seeped through his closed eyes, he felt pure fear. He was in the middle of nowhere, bleeding, wondering if lo’ak was okay. He tried to call for an ilu, hoping he was at least somewhat close to the island. Thankfully an ilu appeared, he took in a deep breath preparing himself for the salt water to sting his bleeding wound. He made the bond, and rode. After a half day he finally found the island. 

The island seemed gloomy, he approached with caution. He walked towards what he thought was the shared marui between him and his family. He peeked through hearing sniffles between the youngest sister. He was relieved to see his family. He was painfully aware of his cut even after a while it was still oozing out some blood. He whimpered out his pain, “mom my back” his voice was barely above a whisper but to the rest of the family, they could hear him planets away. They gasped, tuk running with her tail in between her legs and immediately clinged onto the elder one's leg. Kiri followed after. Jake released a breath that sounded as if he was holding it in for weeks. Neytiri started crying and smiled. Holding y/n as tight as she could. You winced underneath her grip. 

“Show you your back,” her voice only held happiness in her voice. You tried to turn around, before black spots had entered your vision. Your body went limp, the rest of the men in the sully family ran to turn you over, kiri ran to fetch ronal. The cut started at your shoulder blade and went down to your hip. You had a bruise along your right thigh. To put it simply, it looked like you went through hell and back. Ronal was quick, she was there along with tsireya. You were quickly bandaged, Ronal quickly went and prayed for your safety, tsrireya and neytiri joined her. You slowly opened your eyes, you had a killer headache, and your back was like someone was actively clawing at you again and again. You fully opened your eyes and were met with an empty marui. You nearly died and they left you? Bro was flabbergasted. He pushed the lump building up in the back of throat. Hecrwled out of the marui. He winced at the image of fire, coming from a human boat. He called out for his ilu, the one who safely brought him back home. He saw tsireya swimming. ‘What is going on?’ he signed to the seemling distressed girl. ‘They have tuk and kiri come on!’ She sat behind you and led you to where your sister was. 

Before you were on the boat you spotted your oldest brother on a rock with lo’ak, you quickly swam by them. Neteyam breathing was uneven. y/n took off his bandages and cut them in half with his hunting knife. He put one on the front of neteyams chest and one on his back where a hole was gushing out blood. “Get him to ronal! She's on the island!” you yelled at lo’ak, you gave him your ilu. Tsireya was leading the way to the boat. 

You were met with the back of an army dressed as na'vi, holding kiri. Neytiri had a knife to your formerly human friend, spider. Jake holding tuk. “Go” your voice was barely a whisper so only the girl by you could hear. Your tail went back and forth studying the unknown na’vi. After a second you jumped, kicking your sister out of his grasp. You bit as hard as you could on his neck. He groaned, flipping his back over, dropping his gun with y/n. You quickly picked it up, pointing at him. “Kid, you don't even know how to use that” he chuckled, taunting y/n. y/n hissed, his first time honestly hissing. He points at a human coming his way. He shoots the gun, right at the human head, never leaving the glare from the unknown na’vi. “Mom! Neteyam is with Ronal, I don't think he is gonna die!” y/n knew why she slit spider's throat. Somehow, miles had gotten another gun. Y/n noticed a little late, the much bigger na’vi shot y/n in the thigh. y/n noticed the pain before even realizing he was shot. He ran behind miles, cutting off miles' kuru, sending him with waves of pain to the colonel. After letting miles float in pain, y/n slit his throat. Blood spraying onto y/n's face. y/n had kneeled, his adrenaline rush finally running off. The boat started going upside down. Uh-oh. y/n quickly held his breath swimming as fast as he could, he ran into lo’ak. ‘Dad, i dont where dad is, go save him’ the signs were becoming messy, making them harder to read. Lo’ak still had the gist of it and nodded. y/n swam back to the island waiting for the rest of his family to return. He checked on neteyam, he was unconscious but had a steady heartbeat. y/n smiled knowing he would pull out. He is the great son of Jake Sully after all. After waiting a bit, y/n was drowsy. He was suffocating in pain; with his back and thigh, he would believe you if you said he was gonna die.

He tried his hardest to stay awake, he closed his eyes, body going limp for the second time this day. He opened his eyes, seeing a beautiful sanctuary, filled with na’vi laughing while walking, some holding hands, some crying. He felt at peace, no throbbing back, no blood-colored thighs, no war.  An old man with wise eyes and a small smile came up towards y/n, y/n wasn't frightened, he felt an instant connection, like he was the man he was missing in his life. “Oh, dear one, it's great to finally meet you. But you belong with neytiri, not me, no. far too early." His crow's feet were noticeable, he had wise eyes, and a strong facial structure. “I'm sorry to ask but uhm but where are we?” Y/n was looking around at the beautiful scenery. “We are with ewya dear one” his smile faltered for a second. “What? I-im dead? No. no, my family,” y/n was quickly panicking, he can't be dead. What about Neteyam having kids? Lo’ak finally mating with tsireya? Kiri becoming a beautiful young healer? Tuk finding her ikran? “If you want to be with your family, you’ll need to step back, it will be painful,” y/n put two and two together figuring out who this man was, “eytukan, my grandfather?” he gave a cheerful nod and slightly pushed the younger na’vi back, “tell your mother i miss her.” he smiled before your vision was black. It was cold, very cold. After the cold surrounded him, he felt the most excruciating pain ever. He felt a very bone crack out of place. He saw his limp body, his father slightly crying, holding his son's hand, caressing it. His mother screaming at eywa praying for him to come back, his oldest brother was awake looking at y/n with guilty eyes, lo’ak with shameful ones, tuk crying the loudest out of all the, y/n was tuk’s rock, always clinging onto him when her parents were busy. Kiri tried confronting but she wouldn't do anything since it wasn't you. Spider was a couple feet away; he wasn't crying, instead angry at himself for trusting his “father.” y/n was screaming, crying as the pain was becoming worse. His soul went back into his body; since his soul was set free, he had to be molded back to his body. 

His eyes opened softly, “you guys thought you would get rid of me that easily?’’ his voice was groggy, all eyes on him. Once again, his oldest brothers embraced him tightly. Kiri clinging onto his right side, tuk cuddled on his arm. After they cleared off of him, expect tuk. He felt his father's tears on his forehead, “why are you crying i'm not dead right?" he held onto his father's forearm. To try and sit up, his mother hastily pushed him down. “Don't move, it'll only cause you pain” her voice breaking on every other word. “Grandpa said he missed you, i was with ewya, one with her. It was very peaceful. Many families were there.” y/n was ranting reassuring everyone that he is indeed still alive, neytiri was looking at the body of her middle child, happy. He had met her father, one of her wishes. For her children to meet her father. “My leg hurts,” he was yearning for some type of relief from the pain. Ronal was there within seconds, wrapping his thigh, his back again. “How do you feel neteyam?” Even after his actual death experience, he still wondered about his sibling. “Alive.” he said, both him and y/n chuckled.

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Title: “15 Minutes” (9/?) Author:  @ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series Summary: You're in peril but don't be afraid, help is near. Series: How to date a Spartan (without even trying) Rating:  T (PG13) Length: 2,568 (this chapter, 22,261 total so far) Spoilers: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. Though we began with the events of Halo 1x06, there will be no more show spoilers. We are still firmly seated in the AU Warthog, merrily driving out to places where there’s only a passing nod to canon. 😉 Trigger warning: claustrophobia Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N:  Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. Halo season 2 has finally arrived! However, this fic continues to zip along in the AU Party Warthog, so, while we began with season 1 way back when (and you’ll see a few more things from s1 along the way 😉), we’ll not be venturing into s2 territory at all. Unless s2 is going to take some verrrrry interesting twists, lol! Chapter 10 is in progress by hand but I hope to have it ready soon. 🤞😣🤞 The tags have been updated for hurt/comfort starting with this chapter. If you read, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

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You tried to gasp in a breath but there was a weight pinning you down. Smoke burned your lungs and your eyes. Your left arm couldn't move but you were able to bring your right hand up to wipe your face, trying to clear your vision. The only light in the rubble came from a shower of sparks a few feet away, emitting from a panel half-ripped from the wall. There was very little to orientate yourself by.

"Hello?" you tried to call but you couldn't take a deep enough breath to yell. The muffled ring in your ears told you that at least one of your eardrums had ruptured.

Evaluate, you thought in the tone you used when triaging patients, shoving down a wave of panic. You tried to squeeze out from under whatever was pressed across your back. No good, too much weight.

There wasn't a tremendous amount of pain but you worried at the numbness from your waist down, behind whatever was restraining you.

Evaluate.

You tested moving your legs, your feet, your toes. It felt strange but yes, you had movement.

Spinal cord potentially compromised but not severed, you diagnosed as clinically as possible.

Something overhead gave an alarming groan.

Alert help. Report your position.

"Hello? I'm by the crane operator booth. Can anyone hear me?"

You couldn't get the volume you wanted and you automatically tried to inhale deeper. You couldn't and had to fight another wave of panic. The animal part of your brain wanted to claw the twisted metal of the deck, trying to squirm free, but when you twitched, something above you groaned again.

You had no way to know how perilous the collapsed structure was. A wrong move could bring it all down.

A fresh wave of smoke irritated your nose and you coughed weakly. From far away, you heard the muffled sound of a woman saying your rank and last name.

"Here," you choked out. "I'm here."

A blue light shimmered a few feet away, the lower half of a blue-tinted woman, her upper body phased through the rubble. Then she shrank until she fit the space, adjusting like a camera lens. A hologram.

She repeated your rank and last name. "We have your location," she said, your damaged hearing distorting her voice. "Sit tight, a rescue crew is on their way."

You tried to respond but the smoke triggered more coughing, so you nodded.

"I'll stay with you for as long as the holo-emiter holds," she said, gesturing towards the ruined wall panel that continued to spark.

"Thank you," you managed to say. "Casualties?"

She glanced up and away as if receiving new information. "Reports coming in of injuries but no fatalities. Your alert gave enough time for almost everyone to get clear."

"Good." You made yourself slow your breathing down, taking shallow breaths since you couldn't take deeper ones. For a moment, your head swam and it felt like the floor tipped. Your fingers scratched for a hold on the crumpled metal.

The sound of your rank and name cut through the terror. "You're all right," the woman assured you. "You're not falling. Try to stay still. Silver Team will be back on site in a few more minutes. John will be here soon."

It gave you something to focus on other than bring trapped. The way she knew that the mention of John would comfort you, that she didn't call him Master Chief like most people did, even the mannerism of how she'd looked away, like someone was speaking in her ear...

"Your name wouldn't be Ms. Classified, would it?" you asked haltingly and tried to smile.

"That's... not inaccurate," she said and maybe it was your blurry vision but you could've sworn she gave you a fond smile, like she knew you. "I'm not supposed to tell my name."

You tried to say it was all right but couldn't draw enough breath.

"Ah, screw it," she said. "What are they going to do, fire me? My name is Cortana."

You must've blacked out because the next thing you knew, she was kneeling next to you, her small holographic hand resting atop your outstretched arm as she repeated your rank and name.

If you could get a breath, you needed a good, solid breath. Your chest instinctively fought to expand but couldn't beneath the pressure bearing down on your back. Something above you slid and the pressure abruptly worsened. You clawed, you fought, you struggled to breathe. To live.

"John, get here now! The support beam is failing!"

"Not his fault," you tried to say. "Tell him. Not his--"

Metal screamed and everything went dark.

You woke, grasping at nothing. You still couldn't get a deep breath but this time you were on your back and it felt like someone had laced a corset brutally tight around you.

"Easy there. You're all right," said a deep voice.

Your vision swam and then Spartan Vannak-134 appeared out from the dim lighting. You were still clawing at the air, trying to sit up, and he caught your hand a little awkwardly in his much larger ones.

"Where?" you gasped.

"You're back on Reach, in medical."

Once he said it, details emerged like a black and white picture filling in with color: the beeps of the monitors, the distinctive antiseptic smell. Your hearing was still deadened but not as much as before, meaning they had already begun healing therapies on your eardrums.

Anything you might've wanted to say dissolved like sugar on your tongue before the words could be spoken. Your head seemed too full. I'm drugged, you thought and that was the last thing you knew for a while.

Voices drew you from the murky depths and you tried to open your eyes but couldn't.

"Hold her hand," Vannak said in a quiet rumble. "She likes that."

A new hand gently folded around yours and your fingers instinctively gripped hold.

You woke, feeling the phantom press of metal bearing down on you, forcing the air from your lungs. You tried to sit up, your limbs flailed, uncoordinated and leaden. A second hand closed around yours and a feminine voice began to softly sing, a lullaby in a language you didn't recognize.

The room was blurry but you caught a glimpse of red hair -- Spartan Riz-028. You went under once more, dreaming of music that soothed your fears.

Later, there was a new voice to lure you up from the sticky darkness.

"Poor little thing. She looks so small."

"She'll heal. Hold her hand, it helps."

At some point, you jolted awake to find your hand cradled carefully within Kai's.

"Hey," she said, sitting up straighter in the chair next to the bed. "You need anything?"

Your head felt less stuffed with cotton than before but now that cotton seemed to have been transferred to your mouth. "Water?" you croaked.

She jumped up and returned shortly, carrying a cup with a straw in it. You intended to sit up but a searing pain in your ribs immediately convinced you that was a bad idea and you let her help you by holding the straw to your lips.

"Slowly," she advised.

Once you'd taken a couple of sips, you mumbled your thanks then promptly passed out.

You thought you'd closed your eyes for a brief moment but when they fluttered open, it wasn't Kai sitting in the chair, holding your hand.

As soon as John knew you were awake, he was on his feet, carefully brushing the fingertips of his free hand along the curve of your cheek.

You mouthed his name.

"Rest," he said. "I'm here. You're safe."

For the first time in what seemed like forever, you truly felt as if you were. Your mind let go.

"And how's our favorite mech, the Hero of the Pit?"

"That's not a very heroic name," you confessed, smiling as Maria and then Jamie entered medical.

You were sitting on the side of the bed in generic gray scrubs, waiting for Dr. Savannah to give you final instructions before your release. It had been two days since the explosion. Your hearing had, thankfully, returned to normal. The rest of you... not so much but you were on the mend.

They both gave you careful hugs.

"You look a lot less like you were squashed by a building," Jamie said sincerely and Maria punched his arm. "Hey, that was a compliment!"

"Don't make me laugh," you begged, holding your left side. They'd fused your broken ribs back together but the tissue damage would take longer to resolve. Still, aches, pains, limited motion and all, you knew you were very lucky.

"I hope they're giving you a nice vacation, at least," Maria went on.

"I should be ready for light duty in a week."

"Technically, I said we'd evaluate you for light duty in a week," Dr. Savannah corrected as she entered. "Afraid your friends will have to catch up with you later."

They said their goodbyes and, as they left, you started to stand. The doctor quickly said, "No, you don't. I don't want you walking on that leg."

"It's not broken," you argued.

"Not anymore," she countered. "Stay put. I got you a ride."

"I don't need to be wheeled back to the barracks." You tried to keep your tone confident but the truth was even that little bit of exertion had left you feeling twinges all along your left leg. Your left shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat.

"Well, good thing you're wrong on both counts," she said, winking. "And here he is now."

John came through the door, dressed in his undersuit as if either about to head to the Brokkr stations to have his Mjolnir mounted up or returning from having it removed. You didn't even realize you'd moved to rise again until Dr. Savannah put a practiced hand on your good shoulder to keep you down.

"I'll be sending PT to you twice a day, starting tomorrow," she said. "They'll help you to get your strength and mobility back. Around that, rest. Catch up on your reading, watch some thoroughly trashy movies, and keep your feet up. Not too far up, though. Nothing too strenuous. Make him do all of the work."

That got you to look at her and she waggled her eyebrows.

John cleared his throat slightly, a faint but definite flush creeping up from his collar. "Yes, ma'am."

"All right, see you back in a few days, sooner if anything else develops. You know what to watch for."

It wasn't until she stepped back and John approached that it clicked.

"You're going to carry me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he repeated in a murmur that shivered straight down your spine.

Since your left side had taken the brunt of the damage, he put your right to his chest and cautiously picked you up in a bridal carry. Despite the care, being moved set a thousand things to hurting and your breath hitched as he straightened.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you said, your tone tighter than you would've liked. You thought, I hope nobody sees me being toted around like this, but, as soon as you left medical, you realized that no one was actually looking at you.

I think if Master Chief offered to drop me and pick up any marine, ODST or officer in this hall, they'd be hopping into his arms before I even hit the floor!

At the first turn he made, you realized the rest of it. "This isn't the way to the barracks."

"Nope," he said and you knew him well enough now to see the hint of a smile in his eyes.

You didn't have to wait for further clues, there was only one place, then, that he could be taking you. "How many strings did you have to pull for this?"

"Not as many as you might think," he demurred. "Your actions saved lives."

And they could've blamed you for failing to make sure a bomb hadn't been sent to the Pit in the first place. The curly tailed Warthog had been your responsibility, after all. You'd been curtly informed of all that when they'd debriefed you the first day you'd had your eyes open for more than 15 minutes.

You doubted they'd told that to John, though.

When you reached his room, he maneuvered so to get his thumb on the panel without jostling you too much. The lights came on as he took you through the doorway and then he paused.

"Kai," he rumbled, shaking his head. "She said studies show people heal better with color. I should've known she'd overdo it. Say the word and I'll have her in here clearing this out."

"It's your room," you said, "but personally, I love it."

The duvet on the bed and the pillows on the couch were now a rainbow of jewel tones. A tapestry with a field of sunflowers dominated the wall at the foot of the bed and you could've sworn there was a dusting of diamond glitter shimmering on every wall, sending tiny holographic rainbows through the air in all directions. But the main thing that caught your attention was overhead.

"She put up stars," you said, brightening.

"Ah, that one was actually me," he confessed. "You seemed to really like those in her room so I thought..."

You stretched up in his arms, inhaling a little sharply at the stab of pain in your left side, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love them, John. Thank you."

A short time later, you found yourself lying on the bed in the darkened room, looking up at those stars. John had profusely apologized for not being able to stay after getting you settled in. He'd turned down the bed so you wouldn't have to, had put your padd close at hand on the nightstand to the right along with a bottle of water and a couple of emergency ration packs in case you got hungry before someone bought you a meal. He'd even procured you a set of unthinkably soft civvies to change into, exactly your size and in your favorite color.

You couldn't imagine that a Spartan had ever taken care of a sick or wounded person before, other than in a battlefield triage situation, so he'd probably found a checklist from somewhere to guide him. His earnestness to make sure he'd done everything right sent warmth flooding through you.

Before he left, he'd paused to kiss the top of your head.

"You know," you said, lifting your chin, "my lips aren't broken."

He hesitated. "The last time I did that, an entire base fell on you."

"Only the warehouse part," you said dismissively, "and there was absolutely no correlation, I promise."

He tried to smile at that but his eyes still showed concern.

"I promise," you repeated more seriously and he exhaled as if about to make a tremendous leap. His kiss was so soft and gentle, it was barely more than a whisper against your mouth.

Once he had left, you'd considered taking Dr. Savannah's advice and watching a holo, reading something on your padd, or doing any number of things to pass the time but ultimately, you'd wanted to appreciate his handiwork.

After all, it wasn't just anybody who could say a Spartan had literally hung the stars for them.

[remember-that-one-blog]

As We Go Along (Part 2)

I know I'm gonna hear about how I ended this, but I felt it was getting a bit too long and this just let's me be able to make the next part a bit spicy. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: very brief mention of 2 dogs being kicked, but that is it. Also, some of the tags in the taglist didn't work and I don't know why. This picture is how I pictured the dogs. No, I do not own this picture, I found it on Google.

It had been a couple of months since you came to Bucky Barnes’ home. A lot of people Bucky either worked with or for Bucky were in and out constantly. This you were used to. Your father always had a bunch of people in and out of your house as well. What was different this time though, they would acknowledge you. You weren’t sure if it was Bucky or the snacks and sweets you liked to make to keep yourself busy. Everyone was always polite with you. The only one that would act familiar with you, other than Bucky, was Steve. Steve always made sure you were taken care of if Bucky was busy. You enjoyed his company and you thought he enjoyed yours as well. 

You were still getting used to not being told what to do or when to do it. Bucky wanted you to make yourself at home, so you were trying. You had never felt welcome when you lived with your family, but this felt different. You cooked and baked as you pleased. If you needed something that wasn’t in the house someone would get it for you. You hadn’t ventured out of the house yet. You wanted to get used to being in your new home before you started going places with or without Bucky. 

Today you made some snacks and cookies, leaving them in the kitchen for everyone to eat. You decided to explore the library Bucky had. You opened the doors to it and felt like you were in Beauty and the Beast. You’re sure you looked like Belle the way your jaw dropped as you looked around the room. There were so many books. You wanted to read them all. You looked through all the books until a title caught your eye. You had heard about this book but never had the chance to read it. You grabbed it off the shelf and found a very cozy chair to sit in. You cracked the book open preparing to get lost in the words on the page.

~

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but a loud yell jolted you from your trance. You realized you were well over halfway finished with the book. Putting the book down, you made your way to the library doors. You could still hear yelling. Someone ran down the hall. You couldn’t help the panic that was rising in your chest. You opened the door, almost running into someone in the process.

“Shit.” You looked up to see Steve looking at you with relief plastered on his face. “There you are. I was starting to think you took off on us.”

“Of course not. I was just reading. Is everything okay? Who just ran down the hall?”

“Everything is fine, sweetheart, don’t worry. Buck is looking for you though. He’s in his office, he’s waiting on you.”

“Oh, okay.” You thanked Steve as you made your way to Bucky’s office. When you made it there the door was cracked. You could see he was reading something and pacing behind his desk. You admired him for a bit. He was almost always in a suit. The one he had on today was gray with a white button up underneath. He looked incredibly handsome, as alway. You gave a knock to make sure he knew you were there.

“What is it?” The harshness in his voice caught you off guard. 

“Bucky?” His head shot up at the sound of your voice. He laid the papers back on his desk and made his way to you.

“Hey, doll. What have you been doing?”

“I found the library. I was reading. Did I interrupt? The door wasn’t closed.”

“Not at all. I just got caught up in some paperwork. Did you find anything good?”

“Yeah, the one I found is really good. I’ve always wanted to read it.” He put his hand on your lower back as he led you out of his office. 

“I’m glad you found something you like, doll.”

“Steve said you were waiting for me?”

“I was. I needed to talk to you.” You tensed for a split second but Bucky was quick to reassure you. “Nothing bad, but your father has been pressing about a wedding for the last couple of days.” That surprised you.

“Really?” Your father never wants to know about anything that has to do with you. He must want to make sure you’re really out of his hair. That or he wants something.

“From what you told me about him, it surprised me, too.” You didn’t say anything. This was the first time a wedding was brought up since you had been here. The closest it had been was your first night here when the two of you were talking about why and how you ended up engaged to each other. You still hadn’t thought about the wedding, you were still getting used to being with Bucky. Sure, you knew you had to marry him, but the two of you were still getting comfortable with each other. Bucky hadn’t pressed the wedding and you hadn’t either. The two of you had been perfectly content the last few weeks. 

“What did he want to know?” The two of you had made your way into the kitchen where Bucky noticed you had some snacks out again. He couldn’t help the small smile that came to his face. You had been making yourself at home and he loved it. He wasn’t sure you even realized what you had been doing. He loved that you had started doing things like this. 

“He wanted a date. I told him we hadn’t decided yet, but he’s still pressing for one.”

“Probably wants to make sure I’m not his problem anymore.” Bucky gives you a sad smile. You shake your head. “Don’t give me that look, Bucky. I’m just stating a fact.”

“I still don’t like it, doll.” 

“I feel like he wants something, though. I know him, it’s not just about the date for him or getting rid of me. He wants something.” Bucky sat you down on the barstool in the kitchen. Then he started to get things out of the fridge to make the two of you some lunch. You watched as he got various things out to make subs. He took off his suit jacket, rolling up the sleeves on his button up. You couldn’t get over the fact that you had someone who would do this for you. You didn’t even ask, yet here he was making you lunch.

“What do you think he wants?” You sighed. You really didn’t know, but it wasn’t like your father to want to know about anything to do with you. 

“I really don’t know.”

“Whatever it is, I’ll handle it.” You could hear the finality in his voice. You believed him when he said he would handle it. In the short time that you knew Bucky, you knew he would take care of you. You had no doubt about that. You also knew he wanted you here. He made that very clear to you. It made your heart swell with affection for him. You watched as Bucky assembled the subs and sat one down in front of you while he finished his up. 

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“You’re welcome, doll. So, would you want to talk about setting a date?” You mulled over his question as you took a bite of your sub. It was wonderful.

“Sure. Did you have anything in mind?”

“Not particularly. Did you? I know most women have their entire wedding planned before they even meet someone.” He laughed a little at the end.

“That’s fair. My sister does and she isn’t even dating anyone.” You laughed. The two of you sat in comfortable silence while finishing up your lunch. Once you were finished Bucky took your plate and placed them in the dishwasher. While he did that you put up everything he used to make lunch with. 

“I would’ve gotten that, doll.”

“I know, but this way it’s already done. I don’t want to keep you from anything either.”

“I’m done for the day. I actually wanted to take you out.” He smirked a little at the surprise on your face. “Nothing fancy. I just wanted to spend the day with you. I’ve been pretty busy since you got here. We also need to go pick out a ring for you.” You felt your heart hammer in your chest. A ring. That made this real. You tried to calm your racing heart.

“Bucky, I don’t need a ring.”

“I want to do this, doll. I know you didn’t have a lot when you got here either. I want to take you out and you can get whatever you want. Let me do this for you.”

“I don’t need anything. I have what I need.” You tried, but you could tell by the look on his face it wasn’t going to convince him otherwise. 

“That right there, doll, is exactly why you deserve to be taken care of. You’ve never asked for anything from anyone have you?” You shook your head. You asked for something one time, but you were met with laughter and then yelling. Yelling that you shouldn’t ask for anything and you had everything you needed. You never asked for anything ever again. 

“Then that settles it. We’re going out and doing whatever it is you want, doll. I’ll go change and we’ll head out.”

“Okay, um, I’m gonna go change too. I’ll meet you back down here in a few minutes.” Without thinking Bucky leaned in giving you a kiss on the cheek. When he pulled back his eyes were as wide as yours. Neither of you had been expecting that. You cleared your throat. “I’m gonna get changed.” Bucky just nodded.

You walked up to your room a wide grin on your face. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was just a kiss on the cheek, but it made your face heat up and your toes tingle. You looked around your closet to find something to wear. You settled on your favorite jeans and a sweater. It was mid September so it wouldn’t be too hot or too cold. You paired that with your favorite pair of converse. You walked back down the stairs only to find Bucky waiting with Steve. Your heart nearly stopped. He was in slacks and a sweater. He was so handsome. You wanted to tell him. 

Bucky heard you on the stairs. He turned around and he swore his heart skipped a beat. You weren’t in anything flashy or attention seeking, just jeans and a sweater. You looked beautiful and he decided to tell you so.

“You look gorgeous, doll.”

“Thank you, Bucky. You look handsome as well.” You decided to voice your earlier thoughts. 

“Let’s go treat you to a day out, doll.”

~

The two of you were walking down the street. You went to a few stores, but you only got some practical things. You got some more sweaters, jeans, and a couple pairs of shoes. You did end up with a few things you had wanted like fuzzy blankets and comfy clothes. You hadn’t been to a jewelry store yet. You weren’t sure when you were going to go. Bucky wouldn’t let you carry any of your bags. He handed them off to Steve who would always go put them in the vehicle you rode.

“I can carry my own bags, Bucky.”

“Nonsense, doll.” That’s how it went in any of the stores you got anything from. Finally Bucky ushered you into a jewelry store. You hadn’t paid attention to what store it was, until you looked around. Your mouth dropped. You were in freaking Tiffany and Co.

“Bucky, what are we doing here?”

“Getting you a ring, doll.”

“But, Bucky, this is Tiffany’s.”

“And?” Your eyes widened while you looked around. You didn’t deserve to be here. This was too much. 

“I don’t deserve all this, Bucky.” Bucky paused to look at you. 

“Doll, you deserve so much more than what you’ve been led to believe. I want to show you, but I need you to let me.” You could see the honesty in his eyes. You never had someone who wanted to do things like this for you. 

“Okay. I’m just not used to this. It’s going to take me some time.” Bucky grabbed your hand. He brought it up to his lips, giving your fingers a kiss.

“We’ve got nothing but time, doll.” You gave Bucky a soft smile. You knew this man would take care of you. Bucky led you around the store with his hand on the small of your back. You looked around. All the rings seemed so extravagant. You couldn’t really see yourself wearing any of them. Then you came to one that seems simpler than the others you had seen. Bucky caught on when you stilled.

“See one you like, doll?” You gave him a small nod and pointed to it. One of the workers came over when they noticed the two of you looking pointedly at one of the cases. 

“Did something catch your eye?” The two of you looked up to the lady behind the case. She was giving the two of you a sweet smile. 

“I believe we did. We’d like this one please.” She looked down to where Bucky pointed. She unlocked the case and handed it to Bucky. 

“What do you think, doll? This the one,” Bucky asked as he slipped it onto your finger. You looked down at the ring, your ring. It was big and kinda flashy, but it was the simplest one you had seen and you fell in love with it. You loved it.

“It is. I love it.” Without thinking you rose on your toes giving him a kiss on the cheek. You sat back down on your feet. You weren’t sure but you could’ve sworn, Bucky’s cheeks turned pink. You slipped the ring back off, handing it to Bucky who then handed it to the associate from the store.

“We’ll take this one.”

“Wonderful! If you’ll follow me over to the register we can get everything settled and talk about a payment plan.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll pay it in full today.” The associate’s eyes went wide. 

“Oh, of course, I didn’t mean to assume. That’s usually how it works.” She scurried over to the register waiting for the two of you to follow.

“Why don’t you head back out to the car, doll. I’ll be right there.” Bucky gave your hand a squeeze. 

“Okay.” You gave him a small smile. Steve was waiting for you by the car. 

“Hey, sweetheart, find anything?”

“We did. Buck-” your words were cut off by a high pitched yelp. You and Steve looked down the street to see a man kicking a poor dog. Without thinking you quickly made your way down the street towards the scene. You never took your eyes off the dog. It was a pitbull, scrawny and pitiful. You could tell it was hungry. Then you noticed he was kicking another that looked just as pitiful. You quickly grabbed the two dogs away from the man.

“What the hell are you doing?” You nearly yelled as you held on to the two dogs.

“They were digging in the trash. I don’t need any more messes to clean up.” You looked up at the hateful man.

“You can clearly tell they’re starving. They’re just trying to survive, like everyone else. You don’t know what they’ve been through. You should be ashamed of yourself for kicking poor defenseless animals.” Steve saw a fire in you he had never seen or even had an inkling you had in you. Neither you nor Steve had realized Bucky had made his way down to where you were. 

“I don’t give a damn. I don’t need these mutts ruining my business. If you know what’s good for you get lost!” The man yelled. 

“What’s going on here?” Bucky came up behind you. You were still crouched down holding on to the two dogs tightly. Bucky held his hand out for you. You gladly accepted and stood up. Bucky wrapped a protective arm around you. The dogs stayed right by your legs even after you stood up. The man froze when he saw Bucky and how he interacted with you.

“Nothing, Mr. Barnes. I was just telling his girl to mind her business.”

“So that is how you justify yelling at my fiance?” You had never heard Bucky’s voice so cold before. It sent chills down your spine. 

“Fiance?” He looked back to you. You stared at the man with fire in your eyes. You watched as his face paled.

“Yes, now I believe you owe her an apology.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, truly I am.” You didn’t say a thing. Anyone who hurt defenseless animals didn’t deserve kindness, not in your book. Bucky looked up and realized the restaurant was owned by a friend of his. He smirked at the man.

“I will be talking to Tony and Pepper about your despicable behavior.”  Bucky released his hold on you to step closer to the man. “If I were you, I’d start looking for a new job outside of this city, because you will not be finding one in it any time soon. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” The man scurried back in the restaurant. Seeing Bucky in control and in charge like that did something to you. You found it… sexy. You shivered a bit from the realization and the chill of the wind. Bucky turned back to you.

“What was that all about, doll?” You crouched back down to the dogs before you. They leaned into your touch. 

“He was kicking these poor dogs, Bucky. Yes, they got into the trash, but they’re just trying to survive. They were getting kicked for trying to live. I couldn’t just stand there.” Your eyes never left the sweet babies in front of you. Bucky was in awe of you. He saw the way you had talked to the man before he said anything. He was falling for you and quick.

“Let’s go get them checked out.” You looked up at Bucky.

“What?” Bucky crouched down beside you.

“I told you, I’ve always wanted a dog. Let’s take these two and get them checked out, then we’ll take them home.” Without a second thought, you leaned into Bucky kissing him. It caught you both off guard. You leaned back realizing what you did. You looked at each other with wide eyes. You opened your mouth to apologize, but before you could, Bucky gently grabbed the nape of your neck bringing your face to his again. The two of you parted once you needed air. You opened your mouth again.

“Don’t you dare apologize for that. I’ve been wanting that for weeks.” You felt a blush creep across your cheeks.

“I wasn’t. I was gonna ask if we could go get some things for the dogs.” You giggled. Bucky couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him.

“Of course, doll. We’ll do that after the vet.” You picked up one dog while Bucky picked up the other. Steve was in front of the two of you opening the car door. Once you and Bucky were in with the dogs. Steve drove you all to the vet.

~

You were finally home after your eventful day. You watched as the two dogs curled up with each other in the big dog bed you got them. They were dressed in pajamas much to Bucky’s dismay. Bucky shook his head as he sat on the couch with you looking at them. 

“I can’t believe you put pajamas on them. They’re supposed to be fierce animals, doll.”

“Bucky, everyone is scared of them. They’re just big babies. They deserve to have a fair shot like everyone else.” He couldn’t argue with that.

“They need names. Any ideas.”

“I had a couple.”

“Let me hear ‘em.”

“I liked Maple and Blu.”

“Maple and Blu.” It was as if the dogs knew you were talking about them. They both looked at you and started wagging their tails. 

“Maple.” The tan bully started wagging her tail looking at you.

“Blu.” The gray bully started wagging his tail looking at Bucky. You laughed.

“I guess that settles it then. Maple and Blu.” He stared at the two bullies that were now named and content in their bed. He couldn’t believe the way his life had turned out over the last few weeks. He’s going to marry a kind and beautiful woman.  He finally got, not one, but two dogs. He couldn’t wait to share his life with you. Which reminded him of a certain blue bag that had your ring in it. 

“Wait right here, doll.” Bucky got up off the couch. He sat the bag in his office while you got the dogs settled and Steve took the rest of the bags to your room. He grabbed the bag and made his way back to you in the living room. He sat down on the coffee table in front of you. You sat up to meet him. He had this look you couldn’t quite place.

“Doll, I know we have an arrangement, but I don’t see it as an arrangement anymore. I want to share my life with you. I want to treat you to things you would never treat yourself to. I want to do things with you, explore with you. Please, know I want to marry you because I want to.” There were tears in your eyes. You had been wondering if this was still just an arrangement to him. It wasn’t to you, not anymore. You were relieved to know he felt the same way. 

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that. I’m so glad you feel the same way I do. This stopped being just an arrangement to me a while ago.” Your tears started to fall, but Bucky was quick to wipe them away. 

“Oh my sweet, sweet girl. You don’t know how precious you’ve become to me over these last few weeks. I’d do anything you asked me to.” He took two boxes out of the bag. The first he opened was your ring. He slid it onto your finger with a kiss to your hand. Then he opened the second to reveal a necklace that matched your ring. “I wanted to get you something else. I thought this would suit you.”

“Thank you, Bucky. Would you put it on me?”

“Of course, doll. Turn around.” You did so. You let him adjust your hair as needed. He clipped the necklace in place. When you turned around, Bucky placed his hands on either side of your face. You gently grabbed both of his wrists. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were. Bucky brought you close and kissed you with so much passion it made you dizzy. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you. Bucky felt himself harden at your moan. 

“You can’t be making those noises, doll.” 

“What are you gonna do about it?” You watched his eyes darken. 

What did you just do?

~

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[dewedup]

shallows beneath me (raindrop!reader)

The ripples that surround her feel like they are brushing her skin purposefully, rubbing and lingering instead of hitting and breaking away. Little rivulets dance across her stomach, gliding effortlessly from one side of her body to the other. She watches, mesmerized, as the water curls along her skin in a way that shouldn’t be physically possible.

Or

A beach day with the ghouls goes exactly how you think it would, thank Satan the band's assistant was gifted multiple holes.

Lightly inspired by the sunbathing sweaty ghouls origin story Hot Ghoul Summer by @high-imperatrix

18+ ONLY

Pairing: Raindrop x reader / Rain x reader / Dewdrop x reader

Fandom: The Band Ghost

Words: 4,033 (can we just take a second to commemorate this as my longest fic to date, i broke 4k words!)

Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Water Sex, Double Penetration, Gillplay, Threesome F/M/M, Nipple Play, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, no beta we die like Nihil, Dewdrop Is A Little Shit (Ghost Sweden Band)

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She was a little surprised by the invite from the ghouls. It was unbearably hot out, this whole week being a heatwave from Hell itself, and they’d asked her to join them for an afternoon out by the lake. The entire band was currently enjoying a well-deserved two-week break from tour, and sure she’s seen the ghouls around but it’s not the same as being forced into close proximity during the touring process. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss their company. 

Apparently, the feeling was mutual, considering Swiss almost beat down the door to her room to extend an invitation to join them. 

She took another glance at the mirror, observing the risqué bathing suit she had ordered online at the start of the summer, not having a reason to wear it since purchasing it. It exposed a little more than she was comfortable with, but she’d wanted to venture outside of her comfort zone with the yellow polka-dot bikini that had screamed her name on the website. She knew the ghouls wouldn’t judge her or poke fun, but her self-confidence was ebbing away with every second she spent in the mirror. With a sigh of distaste, she reached to the back of her closet door, grabbing the black sarong, and covering herself up as best she could. 

She made her way down the path to the lake, towel in one hand and a wide-brimmed sun hat protecting her face from UV rays. She perked up as the sound of music and laughter drifted to her ears, rounding the shrubbery to see the ghouls sprawled along the beach. Phantom had a speaker set up beside him, pop music blasting at an unholy level as the ghouls tried to shout over the 80’s pop song. Phantom waved as he saw her make her way to the group, reaching over to turn the music down slightly. 

“Look who decided to show up!” Dew yells, the beer bottle in his hand glistening with condensation. She squints through her sunglasses as she notices all the ghouls in their silver, day-to-day masks, instantly regretting agreeing to join them. 

“Guys, I forgot you’d have to keep your masks on with me around. It’s way too hot for that, I’m going to head back in-” she was cut off as Dew sprints to her, tackling her into the soft sand and wrapping a clawed hand over her mouth, hissing playfully. 

“We knew what we were getting into when we invited you, sugar.” Cirrus calls from her position underneath an umbrella, Cumulus’ head resting in her lap as she runs her fingers through the blonde curls. The rest of the ghouls all made sounds of agreement. Dew uses his grip on her to lift them both back to their feet, dusting some sand off her back. 

“Beer?” Swiss asks, already reaching into the cooler beside him. She barely finishes nodding her head before he’s tossing a bottle at her. Luckily Dew’s reflexes are lightening quick, snatching the bottle out of mid-air, raising it to his face and using his fangs to pop the top. He offers the beverage with a little bow, some of the ghouls cheering at the display. 

“Why thank you!” She replies with an overdramatic curtsey, accepting the drink, and taking a seat in an unoccupied lounge chair that Dew brings her over to. He sits in the one beside her, leaning back and stretching his long body. She’s never seen the ghouls lacking so much clothing. Their on-stage costumes or Abbey-regulated outfits are a staple. Sometimes catching them in loungewear during tours, but never in bathing suits.

Dew sits beside her, shirtless skin catching the sun’s rays with the glistening sweat on his body. His hair is piled into a lazy knot atop his head. He tosses a wink at her as she runs her eyes over his body, a flush staining her cheeks watching his lips pull into a smirk. 

The same lips that opened and serviced her in the sky a week ago. 

Her body temperature rises slightly, and it’s not due to the sun beating down on her. 

“Where’s Rain?” She questions, seeing every other ghoul present and accounted for on the beach. She assumes she’s taken his chair, noticing a discarded t-shirt and mask on the ground beside her. The thought of his bare face being somewhere within her vicinity starts a yearning in the pit of her stomach. It tastes slightly of desperation. 

“Somewhere out there,” Mountain gestures vaguely to the water with his head, not bothering to elaborate. Her eyes graze the surface of the water, seeing no sign of the ghoul in the blue abyss. 

Water ghouls, she thinks fondly as she smiles and returns to look at the group. 

The music beats comfortably around them as everyone relaxes. At one point Phantom and Aurora challenge each other to see who can go lower in the splits and she watches intently as they both show impressive feats of flexibility, the ghoulette taking the win as she starts bouncing lightly using her toes and heels. 

The sun is showing no signs of stopping. She’s almost uncomfortably hot at this point, wondering how the ghouls are still standing having come outside before her. She lifts a hand and fans at herself to no avail. Aether’s eyes catch the movement of her hand, and she grins back in acknowledgement.

“We’re from Hell.” He stresses the answer to her unasked question. She supposes it makes sense, this is probably just unseasonably hot for them and not boiling their blood from the inside like for her. “Why don’t you go take a dip in the water and cool off a little? I’m not going to break it to Papa if you turn into a puddle and can’t make it to the next leg of the tour.” 

She sticks her tongue out playfully at him but concedes that the water would do her some good. 

She raises up, undoing the cover she’d hastily put on last minute, instantly hearing catcalls come from Swiss and Dew who are shamelessly watching her make her way to the edge of the water. She can’t turn around, the blush covering her entire face, chest, and body burns. If she puts a little extra swing in her step, it’s solely for the eyes she can feel tracing her every move. 

The water splashes against her feet as she steps up to the shore, taking a few slow steps to acclimate to the chill of the liquid in contrast to the sun rays still beating down on her. When she gets up to her thighs, she raises her hands above her head and jumps forward, breaking the surface as she dives into the cool depths. The water surrounds her like a cool hug, brushing against her skin in a way not many other things can. 

She takes her time, swimming further out to a depth where she can no longer graze the floor of the lake with the tips of her toes. The sound of the music still reaches her ears, but she feels worlds away as she lifts her body to float weightlessly, the sun warming her front while the water cushions her like a soft bed. 

Something about the water changes around her. The ripples that surround her feel like they are brushing her skin purposefully, rubbing and lingering instead of hitting and breaking away. Little rivulets dance across her stomach, gliding effortlessly from one side of her body to the other. She watches, mesmerized, as the water curls along her skin in a way that shouldn’t be physically possible. 

“Look what Leviathan has brought me.” The whisper touches the shell of her ear, taunting lightly as she shivers under his attention. The statement, and their current positioning, with Rain’s head floating beside her shoulder, is reminiscent of their first encounter. She feels heat stirring between her legs as he nudges his way along her neck, lips brushing across the skin, chilled from the water he’s been scouring the whole time she’s been at the lake. 

“I was wondering what you had gotten up to.” She offers back, acutely aware of the fact that he is maskless and right there. In any other circumstance she wouldn’t hesitate to turn her head, to catch a glimpse of the unknown face that haunts her dreams. But he’s here, trusting her to play by the rules, showing his cards so plainly she can’t help but adhere to expectations. 

So even though she’d give anything to look at him, she remains painfully still, staring up at the sky. 

Rain’s presence clouds her mind. She forgets how to hold her body up and her legs slowly drop, treading water as the ghoul of its kind pushes up against her back, pressing his skin against hers. 

“I’ve got you,” he says so casually. She instantly follows his lead, letting her body relax even though she’s almost positive she’s about to sink below the surface. But Rain’s there, leaving little room between their bodies as something thin, yet strong, wraps around her waist. Her fingers travel below into the water, finding the place where she’s being anchored. Is that his tail?

Rain lets out a soft gasp as her fingers come in contact with the extremity, and she smiles wickedly as she clocks the reaction, moving her fingers along his tail to see if she can hit that spot again. Bingo, she thinks as Rain shudders behind her. No verbal cues this time, but she can feel the way his body reacts to her touch. 

“Close your eyes,” Rain commands, already moving her body around to face him as she slips them shut instantly at his words. She can’t see it coming, but his lips are on hers, pressing in with an urgency she gladly returns. She lets him devour her whole, trying her damndest to keep up with the way his tongue battles hers for dominance. They kiss for so long she starts to feel lightheaded; her brain being deprived of the oxygen it needs causing black spots to form beneath her closed eyes. She pulls back, gasping for air as she throws her arms around Rain’s neck, holding him while still keeping her distance to breathe in. Something flutters along her inner forearm, and she squirms at the feeling, eyes squinting hard with how much effort she exerts to fight the need to open them and see what’s brushing against her. 

Curiosity burns deep within her as she pushes closer again, finding Rain’s lips and kissing them fiercely while her hands come closer, moving to rest on the water ghoul’s neck. Her fingers graze the skin there, feeling the strong muscle underneath, until they run over something that doesn’t belong in her mental image. A gasp leaves her lips as she feels the soft tissue flutter beneath her fingers, air pushing out of the space she’s exploring. 

“Gills,” Rain interrupts her train of thought, pulling back so that he can assess the look on her face. She tries hard to school her surprise, knowing that while she can’t see it, she’s very much under scrutiny right now. It’s eerily quiet for a minute. She can feel Rain’s eyes burning into her, but she can’t look back, can’t do anything but wait to see what he does next. She starts to wonder if maybe he’s waiting on her to say something, and she blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Cool.”

The cringe is instant. She can feel her face scrunch up as she wishes Rain would loosen his grip on her with his tail and let her float to the bottom of the lake. She hears a chuckle from behind her and she whips her head around, cursing the fact that she doesn’t know if it’s safe to open her eyes. She wouldn’t betray Rain’s trust like that. 

“He told you he has gills and all you say is cool?” She’d recognize that voice anywhere, can picture the smirk on his lips as his hands come to rest on her hips from behind. 

“Dew,” Rain drawls. The warning is clear, but she can also detect the smile he’s wearing in his tone. “They are… cool.” Rain forces out. She’d like to think he’s trying to smile around the words, instead of scrunching his face, which is more likely. The chuckling fire ghoul behind her blows hot puffs of air on her neck as he tries to reign in his laughter. 

“How cool are they?” Dew fires back, his tongue meeting the back of her neck and running a trail up it. Rain’s tail flicks at her stomach, the sensations doubled by the fact that she can’t see anything. The word cool is starting to lose all meaning. She feels equal parts shame and turned on, the wandering hands trailing along her body helping push her to be a little bolder.

Her hands brush against the silky membrane of the gills, enjoying the feeling of it underneath her fingertips. She runs along the seams, feeling the water ghoul stiffen beneath her hands. The reaction gives her all the permission she needs to venture further, pushing in so very slightly, letting the gills encompass the tips of her fingers.

“Enough,” Rain commands, his hands suddenly wrapping around her wrists, gripping firmly but not too tightly, a warning. “They’re sensitive, I wouldn’t want to spoil the fun I have planned.” He elaborates, leaving her hands to rest on his shoulders as he plunges forward, lips meeting her neck in small nips and licks. 

“You wanna see a trick, doll?” Dew’s voice is in her ear, both ghouls worshipping her body as she floats, gripping onto Rain for dear life. She’s humming confirmation and nodding, not trusting her voice as fangs scrape the delicate skin of her throat, dragging lightly along it. She doesn’t even know who the fangs belong to anymore, Rain and Dew working her skin like it’s a choreographed dance, picking up where the other left off and never leaving her wanting more. 

Claws ghost down her sides as she feels lips pressing against her skin under the cover of the water. Her hands follow the movement from where she still has them on Rain’s shoulders, feeling him sink deeper until he’s at her waist. The claws come up and carefully tug at the strings on either side of her bathing suit bottoms, soon leaving her bare to the chilly water of the lake. 

Dew must feel the shiver down her spine at the cold, for suddenly a warmth is spreading around the surrounding water. At least, she hopes it’s his fire ghoul magick and not the other thing she can think of. A gasp leaves her lips as the claws underwater grip her thighs, spreading them wide and letting them rest on his shoulders, her hands traveling higher and digging into Rain’s hair. There’s a pause, a second where she feels like he’s waiting for some kind of green light, unable to voice his question under the water as he is. She makes her needs loud and clear, using the grip on his hair to pull him flush against her, moaning as he doesn’t hesitate to start licking into her folds with a barely concealed hunger. 

“Yeah, I thought you’d like that one.” Dew remarks cockily, his own hands slipping underneath her top and fondling her breasts as he bites down hard where her neck meets her shoulder. Another strangled moan pushes its way past her lips, her hips bucking into Rain’s mouth as Dew continues to tease her. Fuck, she thinks. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever been a part of. Even if she could see, it would simply be too much all at once. Maybe keeping her eyes closed is the only thing tethering her to the last shred of sanity in her mind. 

“Fuck!” She shouts, Dew’s hand shooting up to cover her mouth as more unintelligible garble comes out as Rain bites down lightly on her clit. Her grip on his hair tightens to what must be a painful level, pushing him further into her as she rubs her hips up and down along his tongue, fucking his face like it’s the only thing she was put on this earth to do. 

“Yes, take what you need baby.” Dew hisses encouragingly, using the hand not covering her mouth to flick viciously at her hard nipple. The scream she lets out dies on Dew’s hand as she clenches around nothing, the slick of her release disappearing into the water surrounding her as Rain continues to coax her through her orgasm with his tongue. 

Her thoughts are in shambles, the exhilaration of coming so hard in such close vicinity to the other ghouls, the idea of them hearing her cries of pleasure… She clenches again, overstimulation causing her entire body to shake with how insanely turned on she is. The sound of Rain breaking the water in front of her grounds her slightly, pulling her head from the clouds she had floated to upon her release. 

“You taste even better straight from the source,” Rain growls, his lips encompassing hers again as she tastes herself on his tongue. The flashback of Rain licking her juices from Dew’s fingers on their most recent flight hits like a train, her eyes rolling into the back of her head beneath her closed lids. 

“Need you.” She breaks apart from Rain to breathe out in a whiney tone, one hand reaching back to cradle Dew’s head while the other stays firmly tangled in Rain’s hair. “Both. Need you both.” She adds, in case her words were interpreted in any other, incorrect way. 

“Thought you’d never ask,” Dew groans, pushing his erection into the plump skin of her ass as he rubs himself against her. She doesn’t know how to voice what she wants, knows exactly what she’s after but is unsure how to ask for it. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, worrying it as she reaches for the right words. 

“At the same time?” It comes out more as a question, unlike the demand she was hoping to make. The second of silence, and the fact that she can’t see their expressions, lingers too long to be comfortable. Her cheeks flush in shame, the need to escape for her own self-preservation. 

“Unholy shit,” Rain breathes. The growl in his words strikes a chord deep within her, pulling the strings in her stomach taunt. She has to swallow back a groan at the sound. 

“Are you sure, doll?” Dew asks from behind, but she can tell he likes the idea from the way his hips stutter in their attempt to rub a home into her ass cheek. Both ghouls shuffle slightly, pulling her back toward the shore, where her toes can brush the floor of the lake. “We can go slow, but it might be a lot to handle.” 

“I’m sure.” She confirms sternly, already knowing she won’t know peace until she has them both where she wants them, pushing her to the limit and then spilling over the edge. 

“Fuck, Rain you’ve got to go- shit you’ve gotta go first, I’m not going to last long in there.” Dew acknowledges, his cock running up the cleft of her ass, rubbing without applying any pressure. It’s been ages since she’s had someone visit through the backdoor, but there isn’t a single bone in her body that isn’t down for what’s about to happen. 

“Yeah, fuck-alright.” Rain bites out, wrapping his hands around her thighs once again and lifting her so that she can settle comfortably wrapped around his hips. She feels his cock pressing against her and angles her hips, trying to trap him in her soft, warm heat. She hits the mark, and he sinks deep into her cunt, filling her so completely she can’t help the sigh that tumbles from her lips. He rocks gently, giving her time to adjust to his size as he starts to build a pace, the water rippling from the bouncing movements as Rain guides her up and down on his stiff cock. 

“Last chance to back out,” Dew taunts behind her, the head of his dick pushing experimentally at her tight hole. She clenches unintentionally, a strangled moan coming from the water ghoul in front of her. 

“If it’s too much for you, you can still crawl back to shore with your tail between your legs.” She doesn’t know what comes over her, probably the adrenaline from their current predicament. The fire ghoul snarls lightly, rising to the challenge as he pushes in slowly, but surely. Rain pauses his own movements as he waits for the other ghoul to find his place. She doesn’t know what to do, impaled on the two of them, her body locking as she feels Dew break into a long-forgotten entrance. 

“Relax,” Dew hisses, his breathing heavy as he fights the urge to fuck her into the next year, simultaneously being squeezed within an inch of his life. She keens forward, clenching Rain’s shoulders as she tries desperately to loosen her muscles and allow the intrusion. Dew lets out a hollowed-out groan as he finally slams home, his body vibrating with the need to move but allowing her a chance to ground herself. 

Everyone’s frozen, no one moving as they wait with bated breath to see who dives in first. She’s fucked out and filled the most she’s ever been, but she needs more, craves more.

“I swear to Satan, if one of you doesn’t start moving right fucking now.” She spits, her hips moving just the slightest bit, and it seems to spark them both into action. They alternate pumps, her eyes crossing at the foreign sensation. She feels helpless, letting the ghouls take over the work as she becomes boneless, flopping her head down onto Rain’s shoulders as her body slumps. 

Dew picks up the pace, fucking into her like it’s the last thing he’ll do. His own thrusts bounce her up and down Rain’s cock, though the water ghoul doesn’t sit idle by, rotating his hips and trying to bury himself as deep inside her pussy as he can get. 

She knows it’d be impossible to take both their knots like this, that it would quite literally split her in two, but she can’t help but fantasize about it. Think about the way they’d be locked together for quite some time, stuck between the two ghouls who followed her into this murky water with the sole purpose of fucking her. 

Another thought of their knots has her bearing down, pulling moans from both ghouls as their hips stutter through her muscles tightening. 

“Tell me you’re close,” Rain begs, his hips moving erratically as he tries to move back into a rhythm. She’s unsure if he’s talking to her or Dew, but she groans in agreement either way. 

“C’mere,” Dew’s voice is in her ear. She tries hard to focus on the sound, the way it trembles slightly along the word. She feels Rain lean forward and listens to the sound of the ghouls kissing sloppily beside her. She lets out a high-pitched whine, wishing desperately she could crack an eye, just to catch a glimpse of what she’s sure would be a frequent thought during her highlight reel. 

A hand touches her chin, pushing her face to the side and suddenly she’s in the middle of the kiss, both ghouls pressing against her lips enticingly until she lets out her tongue. It’s unbearably hot, the way all three of them caress each other. 

And that’s how they come, groaning into each other’s mouths as they both fill her with their seed. Stars sparkle beneath her eyelids as she comes so hard. She can feel a tingle from her head down to her toes. The moan she lets out is filthy, sinful, and loud. If there was any doubt about what they were getting up to prior to this, she’s sure the other ghouls are now painfully aware of how depraved she is. 

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Bad Day At Black Rock

Masterlist

"Because Demon, that's why. I mean the second you find out this Ruby chick is a Demon you go for the holy water! You don't chat!" Dean yelled at Sam as we ride down the quiet dark road. "No one was chatting, Dean." Sam said, defensively.

"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you send her ass back to Hell?" I asked Sam. "Because - Because she said she might be able to help us out!" Sam exclaims. "How?" Dean asked and Sam pauses. "No really, Sam, how? How could she possibly help us?" Dean asked him again. "She told me she could help you, OK? Help you out of the crossroads deal." Sam replied and Dean looks at Sam, incredulously, while my jaw drops.

"Wait, really?" I asked and Sam nods. "What is wrong with you, huh? She's lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is – it's me." Dean yells at him then sighs. "What else did she say?" He asked but Sam stays silent.

"Dude?" Dean said. "Nothing. Nothing, OK?! Look I'm not an idiot guys, I'm not talking about trusting her, I'm talking about using her. I mean we're at war, right? And we don't know jack about the enemy; we don't know where they are, we don't know what they're doing. I mean, hell, we don't know what they want. Now this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. Now yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it." Sam said to us.

"You're okay right, I mean you're feeling okay?" I asked Sam. "Yes I'm fine, Why are you guys always asking me that?" Sam asked me, annoyed, when a phone starts ringing. Sam sighs and reaches for his own. "It's not mine." Sam said and I start to reach for my phone to see that my phone wasn't ringing. 

"Not me." I said while Dean goes for his. "Nope." He said then he pauses. "Check the glove compartment, it's Dad's." Dean said.

"Dad's?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I keep it charged up in case any of his old contacts call." Dean said and Sam opens the glove compartment, and finds John's phone and answers it.

"Hello? Yes...this is Edgar Casey...No! No, no, no, don't – don't call the police, I'll handle this myself. Thanks. You know, can you just uh, can you just lock it back up for me? Great. Uhm, I- I uh, I don't have my - my book in front of me..." Sam said then he gestures to me for a pen and I hand him one. "...do you- do you have the address so I can...Sure, OK. Go ahead. Right, thanks a lot." Sam said and he ends the call.

"Dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?" Sam asked Dean. "What?" Dean said, confused. "Outside of Buffalo?" Sam asked. "No way." Dean said. "Yeah. And someone just broke into it." Sam said.

"Man..." Dean said as we walk into this abandoned building. "What?" Sam asked as we go towards the elevator and enter inside of it. "Just Dad. You know him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man." Dean replied as the elevator goes down. "Well, we're about to learn something." I said just as the elevator stops.

We exit the elevator and find the storage container. Dean unlocks the padlock and opens the sliding door, the three of us with flashlights at the ready. On the dusty floor of the container is a symbol drawn in red, along with several bloody footprints.

"No demons allowed." Sam mutters. "Blood. Check this out." Dean said and he holds up a tripwire which is attached to a shotgun hidden in a large animal skull. "Whoever broke in here got tagged." I said. "Dear old Dad. I got two sets of boot treads here, looks like it was a two-man job. And our friend with the buckshot in him looks like he kept walking." Dean said.

"So what's the deal? Dad would do work here or something?" Sam asked. "Living the high life, as usual." Dean said as we venture further inside. "Do you think your dad knew about this?" Sam asked me. "It's a possibility, he just never told me." I said as Dean aims his flashlight on a skull and shakes his head, laughing. Sam looks over a desk while I pick up a trophy from a shelf, scraping the dust off.

"1995." I said and Sam turns to look at it. "No way! That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this." Sam said as he looks at the trophy. "Yeah...It was probably about the closest you ever came to being a boy." Dean said and I smiled when Dean found something.

"Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade." Dean said, happily, and he laughs and pumps the shotgun. Sam moves further into the container and opens a door to a back room, the chain on the door has been cut.

The boys and I enter and pass pur flashlights over the scene. "Holy crap. Look at this, he had land mines...Which they didn't take. Or the guns." Dean said. "I guess they knew what they were after, huh?" I said when Sam speaks up.

"Hey guys, check this out. See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are curse boxes." Sam said as he shows us some boxes with some symbols on it. "Curse boxes? Th – they're supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right, kinda like the Pandora deal?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object." I said.

"Well Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes...He never did say where they ended up." Dean said. "Yeah. Well this must be his toxic waste dump." Sam said then he notices a rectangular shape in the dust and runs his finger along the dust. "One box is missing...Great." Sam grumbles.

"Well maybe they didn't open it." Dean said, shrugging.

We pull up in the alley beside an apartment block, next to another car. Dean leans out and checks the car's plates, which was next to us. "Connecticut. Last three digits 880." He said. "Yep, that's it." Sam said and I click my tongue. "Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera..." I said, shaking my head, and we head out.

We break into the apartment, armed, and sneak inside. Eventually, we come to a door, that was opened, and we see a couple of men inside playing cards. Then the three of us burst into the room, our guns drawn.

"FREEZE, FREEZE! NOBODY MOVE!" Dean yells.

"Don't move!" Sam shouted.

"DON'T MOVE!" I screamed.

"What is this?" One guy said as he and his friend stand up. "STOP!" Sam yells at him as we aim our guns at him. "All right, give us the box. And please tell me that you didn't–" Dean said and I look over and see that the box was opened.

"Oh they did." I said and Dean looks at it then over to the men. "You opened it?!" Dean asked then he shoves one of the men against the wall.

"Are you guys cops?" The guy asked, in a panic. "Huh?" Dean asked. "ARE YOU GUYS COPS?!" The guy asked again. "What was in the box?" Dean asked him and the guy glances over at the coffee table where a rabbit's foot sits. "Oh, was that is, huh? It was wasn't it?" Dean asked then he looks over at me and Sam. "What is that thing?" He asked then the guy uses Dean's distraction to knock the gun from his hand.

It falls to the floor, causing it to fire. The bullet ricochets off a radiator and hits mine and Sam's guns, causing us to drop it. The same bullet then ricochets again and breaks a lamp. Sam and the other guy go for Sam's gun while I go for my gun.

The guy pushes Sam into Dean, who falls back on the coffee table, launching the rabbit's foot into the air. "Sorry!" Sam said and I go to grab my gun but the second guy throws himself at me, sending us to the floor, and then starts punching me in the face.

I try to stop him when Sam grabs the guy off of me and they started fighting. I get up just as the first guy grabs Dean's gun and picks it up and aims it at Sam. Dean tries to go after him but the guy hits him and I go after the guy but he knocks me down as well.

"Guys! I got it!" Sam yells then the first guys moves forward and cocks Dean's gun in Sam's face. "No you don't." The guy said and the second man gets his hands on Sam's gun while the first pulls the trigger on Sam, the gun jams.

The guy panics and tries to clear the chamber, while Dean and I get up and try to stop him. The first guy is surprised and stumbles back, tripping over a rug and falling back over the couch, knocking himself out. Sam, Dean and I look at each other, confused, as the second guy gets up and tries to point the gun at Sam.

"SAM!" Dean and I shouted as the second guy moves, but then the books on the bookshelves behind him suddenly fall off and onto his head, knocking him out cold. Sam's gun flies out of his hand and Sam catches it while Dean and I look at this, astounded.

"That was a lucky break!" I said as I pick up my gun. "Is that a rabbit's foot?!" Dean asked and Sam holds up the small rabbit's foot. "I think it is." He said. "Huh." Dean and I said.

Dean walks over to the Impala with a paper bag in his hands. He gets in while Sam and I were inside the car. Dean takes something out of the bag. "I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal." Sam said as Dean holds up several scratch cards in front of Sam.

"Dean, come on." Sam said, exasperated. "What?! Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head, and my gun don't jam. So that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. Here, scratch one. C'mon Sam, scratch and win!" Dean said as he hands over a coin and a card. Sam scratches it.

"Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise Dad wouldn't have locked it up." Sam said and he hands the card back. "$1200...You just won $1200!" Dean exclaims and he laughs and hollers. "I don't know, man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me!" Dean said as he hands Sam another card expectantly while I roll my eyes.

Later, Dean lays out 6 scratch cards on the hood of the Impala, calculating their winnings. "Oh, man!" Dean said while Sam was on the phone. "Now look Bobby, we didn't know." Sam said as I look over the card and shake my head.

"Well Dad never told us about this thing. I mean you knew about his storage place at Black Rock?" Sam asked and I look up at him and see Sam kneeling down and picking something up. He turns and shows us that he picked up a gold watch. Dean mouths "awesome!" while I give him a thumbs up.

"It's a hell of a luck charm." Sam said and he listens into his phone to what Bobby was telling him. "Well, so I won't lose it, Bobby. Well, then, how do we break the curse?" He asked as he places the rabbit's foot in his jacket pocket.

Then Sam hangs up then turns to us as Dean chuckles. "Dude! We're up fifteen grand!" Dean exclaims and Sam gives a half-smile, looking worried.

"Don't worry, Bobby'll find a way to break it. Until then I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man." Dean said as we enter the restaurant. "Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, OK?" Sam said and I turn to the lady behind the desk. 

"Hi, uh, table for three please." I said. "CONGRATULATIONS!" The guy standing behind the lady shouts as an alarm goes off, making me and Sam jump. "It's exciting, I know." Dean mutters.

"You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!" The guy said and the staff start singing and taking photographs, balloons and streamers fall from the ceiling. Sam looks embarrassed while Dean looks ecstatic and I just roll my eyes.

Later, Sam is on his laptop while Dean is eating a bowl of ice cream, I sit next to Dean and drink my soda. "Bobby's right. This lore goes way back. Pure Hoodoo. You can't just cut one off any rabbit. Has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on a Friday the thirteenth." Sam said. "I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's." Dean said then he is struck with brain freeze from the ice cream.

Sam and I laugh as a Waitress approaches our table with more coffee.

"Can I freshen you up?" She asked Sam. "Yeah, yeah sure. Thanks." Sam said and the waitress pours Sam more coffee but, smiling at him, until she spills some. "Oh!" She exclaims as the coffee spills all over the table. "Oh! Oh I uh-" Sam stutters.

"Let me mop up here." She said as she grabs some napkins and cleans up the table and Sam as some coffee got in him.  "No, no don't worry it's okay, It's okay- I got it, uh..." Sam said. "It's no trouble, really." The woman said. "Sorry about that." She said. "It's all right." Sam said as it seemed tha the waitress was flirting with Sam, who gives me and Dean a look.

The woman finishes cleaning up and walks away, looking over her shoulder as she goes and smiles. Sam and Dean both lean in and watch her retreating and I elbow Dean, who looks over at me and I raise an eyebrow at him. "What? You know you're the only girl for me." He said, trying to cover up. "Mmm hmm." I hummed as I keeping giving a look that said you're in trouble. 

He kissed my cheek and I roll my eyes but let a smirk play on my lips as he turns to Sam. "Dude. If you were ever gonna get lucky..." Dean said as he gestures after the waitress. "Shut up." Sam said, smirking, and he goes to pick up his coffee, but he knocks the cup over and manages to spill it all over the table and himself.

Sam jumps out of his seat. "Oh! Oh Geez, uh..." he exclaims and he turns and a waiter with a full tray crashes straight into him, sending things flying and causing a scene. Dean and I look at this in shock. "Sorry!" Sam said then he turns back to us.

"How was that good?" I asked and Sam searches his jacket pocket and comes up empty. The rabbit's foot is gone. "Son of a bitch." Dean growls and we run out of the restaurant.

"Come on!" I shout as we run out of the restaurant but then Sam falls flat on his face. Dean and I slow down and turn around. "Wow! You suck!" Dean said and we reach down and pick Sam up off the ground. "Ow..." Sam groans. "So what, now your luck turns bad?" I asked as I look down to see that Sam's jeans are torn at both knees, which are bloody and raw.

"I guess." Sam said. "I wonder how bad?" Dean asked and Sam gives us a look.

Later, we make our way back to the apartment and see that the door to the apartment is open. Dean and I walk in but Sam hangs back. "Oh, man. What do you want?" The thief groans at us as we come into his room.

"Heard about your friend. That's bad luck." Dean said. "Piss off." The guy growls at us. "We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot. A woman." I said and he looks up at us. "Oh yeah? How do you know that?" The guy asked. "Because she just stole it back from us." Dean said and the guy laughs.

"Listen man, this is seri-" Sam said but as he steps forward and trips on a wire on the floor mid-sentence, pulling a CD player off a shelf and sending it and Sam crashing to the ground, and he takes out a lamp as he goes.

Dean and I just roll our eyes at this. "Sam, you OK?" Dean asked, calmly, not look at Sam. "Yeah, I'm good!" Sam said and he pulls himself up and the guy smirks. "I want you to tell us her name." Dean said to the guy. "Screw you." He spat at Dean

"It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner." I said to him. "What?" The guy asked, shocked. "It was the rabbit's foot." I replied and he scoffs incredulously. "You're crazy, man." He said.

"You know she's not. You saw what happened, what it did. All the flukes, all the luck. When you lose the foot that luck goes sour. That's what killed your friend. And my brother here is next. And who knows how many more innocent people after that. Now if you don't help us stop this thing, that puts those deaths on your head." Dean said and the guy looks up at us, worried.

"Now I can read people...and I get it. You're a thief, and a scumbag, that's fine. But you're not a killer. Are you?" Dean asked him. "No." The guy whispers.

We exit the apartment block when Dean's phone starts ringing. "Hello?" Dean said when I hear a squishing noise. I look over and see Sam had lifted his shoe to see he stepped on bubblegum. "Bobby, that's uh, great, 'cept Sam, uh..." Dean said then he looks over at Sam and grimaces when Sam lifts his shoe.

"...Sam lost the foot. Bobby, Bobby, listen. This, uh, this hot chick stole it from him. I'm serious. In her mid 20's, and she was sharp you know, good enough at the con to play us." Dean said as Sam was trying to scrape the bubblegum off his shoe using a broken storm drain grating.

"And she only gave the guy she hired a name, probably an alias or something." Dean said then he turns to us. "Uh, Luigi or something?" He asked as Sam was still scraping his shoe off. "Lugosi." I corrected him then Dean turns to his phone.

"Lugosi." Dean said and I hear a splash behind me. I turn and see Sam was kneeling down to the storm drainage.

"Bela Lugosi? That's cute." Dean chuckles. "Well she knew about the rabbit's foot. Is she a Hunter?" He asked and there was a few moments of silence as he listens to Bobby. "Ah, I guess she's back. Great. Thanks, Bobby. Again." Dean said and he hangs up then he and I turn to look back at Sam, who looks thoroughly dejected, almost like a child who was told he couldn't have ice cream.

"What?" Dean asked him.

"I lost my shoe." Sam said, plaintively, and we look down at Sam's sock-clad foot and Dean sighs, annoyed, then rolls his eyes and turns away. Sam hangs his head and I give a sad smile towards him.

"All right, Bobby, thanks. Hey, we owe ya. Another one." Dean said into his phone as we pull up to a hotel. "All right, Bobby's got it on pretty good authority that this Bela chick...lives in Queens. So it'll take me about two hours to get there." Dean said to us.

"So what are we doing here?" Sam asked Dean.  You, my brother, are staying here 'cause I don't want your bad luck getting us killed." Dean said as we pull up to a parking lot.

Dean unlocks the door and leads Sam and I inside, turning on a light. "What am I even supposed to do, Dean?" Sam asked. "Nothing! Nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here..." Dean said as he pulls a chair into the middle of the room. "...and don't move, OK? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose." Dean said and I look over at him. 

"Do you want me to come with you?" I asked Dean. "No, I think it'd be better if you stay here and watch over him." Dean said and I nod at him. "Okay, well...please be careful." I said and I go to kiss him. He kisses me back then he goes to leave and closes the door behind him.

I look over at Sam and see him sitting the chair, looking down. I give a small frown before I sit down on one of the beds and turn the TV on to at least have some entertainment.

Later, I went into the bathroom for a bit but then I heard Sam exclaimed, despairingly. "Oh come on, I- I didn't- I wasn't..."

"Sam, what's wrong?" I asked and I walk out of the bathroom to see him messing with the air conditioner unit. "Sam, what are...?" I started to ask when I noticed that his jacket sleeve was on fire. "SAM!" I screamed and he sees his sleeve and panics. I run towards him to help but then as I got close to him his elbow hits me in the face and I fell to the floor, pass out.

I groan and open my eyes when I realized that I was duct taped to a chair. "Oh, they're awake!" An unknown male voice said and I look up to see two men standing before me. "Back with us, eh?" One of the guys said, smiling. I turn my head to the left and see Sam was tied up as well and waking up.

"We didn't even have to touch either of you. You just went all..." the first guy said to Sam as he wiggles. "...spastic, and knocked your friend and yourself out? It was like watching Jerry Lewis try to stack chairs!" The guy said.

"Who are you, What do you wa-" Sam started to ask but the second guy snaps his fingers in Sam's face. Sam and I look at him, confused. "I used to think your friend Gordon sent me." The second guy said and Sam and I look up at him, shocked. "Gordon?" We said, shocked, then I sighed. "Oh come on!" 

"Yeah, because he asked me to track both of you down, and put a bullet in both of your brains." The second guy said. "Great." Sam mutters and I scoff. "That sounds like him." I said. "But, as it turns out...I'm on a mission from God." The guy said then he strikes Sam across the face. "Hey! Leave him..." I started to say but the other guy hits me across the face too.

After the two men beat both Sam and I up for a bit, one of them throws a couple of glasses of water in our faces. We shake the water off of us while the second guy watches, sitting on one of the motel beds.

"You two were a part of that demon plan to open the gate weren't you?" He asked us. "We did everything we could to stop it." I replied. "Lie lie lie! Both of you were in on it. You two know what their next move is too, don't you?" The guy said, obviously getting annoyed at us. "No, we don't, okay? You're wrong about all of this." Sam said to him.

"Where are they gonna hit us next?" The guy asked us. Sam and I sigh and we stay silent and the other guy strikes us again. "WHERE?!" The first guy yells and we don't answer him. "Gordon told me about you two. About your powers. Both of you are some kinda weirdo psychic freaks?" The guy asked. "No, not any more. We – no powers, no visions, nothing, it just—" Sam said as I nod in agreement

"LIAR!" The guy yell and his friend punches us again. "Now no more lies. There's an army of demons out there pushing at a world already on the brink. We're on deck for the endgame here, right? So maybe, just maybe you can understand..." the guy said as he draws his gun. "...why we can't take chances." He said and he points his gun at Sam.

"Whoa, okay, okay, no, do— hold on a minute! —" I stammered, quickly, just as the guy's friend starts to intervene. "Hey, Kubrick just—" he said but then Kubrick turns to him, sharply. "No, you saw what happened, Creedy. Ask yourself, why are we here? Because you saw a picture on the web? Because we chose this motel instead of another? Luck like that doesn't just happen." He yells.

"Look, we can explain all of that if-" Sam said. "Shut up!" Kubrik yells as he points to Sam without turning around. Sam lets out a long-suffering sigh and I sit there, praying that Dean needs to hurry his ass up. "It's God, Creedy. He led us here for one reason. To do His work. This...is destiny."  Kubrik said to Creedy.

"Whoa..." a familiar voice said and Kubrick aims the gun point blank at my forehead while I squeeze my eyes shut. The sound of another gun being cocked was heard in the room and I open my eyes, slowly, to see that Dean had returned, aiming his gun at the men.

"Nope. No destiny. Just a rabbit's foot." Dean said to the men. "Put the gun down, son, or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall." Kubrick said. "Oh, this thing?" Dean asked, playing dumb, as he holds up his gun. "Yeah, that thing." Kubrick said. "Okay. But you see, there's something about me that you don't know." Dean said as he puts his gun down, looking smug, then he picks up a pen sitting next to it.

"Yeah? What would that be?" Kubrick asked him. "It's my lucky day." Dean said and he tosses the pen toward Kubrick and it lodges itself in the barrel of Kubrick's gun, Sam and I look at this, impressed. "Oh my God, did you see that shot!?" Dean asked, laughing.

Creedy lunges at Dean and aims a punch but Dean easily side-steps and Creedt runs straight into the wall, falling backwards and hitting the floor. Kubrick stares at the pen in the barrel for a few moments before trying to dislodge it.

"I'm amazing." Dean exclaims as he  picks up the TV remote from the table and throws it hard at Kubri k, who is just about to aim for Dean. It hits Kubrick right between the eyes, knocking him out cold. He drops like a stone.

"I'm Batman." Dean said, suavely, and I snort at this. "Yeah. You're Batman." Sam said, sarcastically.

Later, Sam ws crouching down and sprinkling some stuff onto the embers of a small fire. Dean was checking over more scratch cards as I look over some of the scratch cards I bought which most of them were crap or okay cards. "All right. Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it." Sam said.

"One second..." Dean said.

"Dean, you—" Sam started to say but Dean holds his hand out to him. "Hey, back off, Jinx. I'm bringing home the bacon." He said and Sam sighs. Dean smirks and stashes the cards in his jacket, which is slung over a gravestone.

"All right, say goodbye wascawy wabbit." Dean said as he holds up the rabbit's foot. Then we hear a gun being cocked and we look around to see a woman with long reddish-brown hair, aiming a gun at us. This had to be Bela.

"I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or, you know, whatever." She said to Dean. "Put the foot down, honey." She orders. "No. You're not going to shoot anybody. See I happen to be able to read people. OK, you're a thief, fine, but you're not—" Dean started to say but Bela ignores him and aims and fires her gun at Sam.

"Sam!" I screamed as Sam goes down, groaning. "Son of a—" Dean shouts as I check Sam over, only to see he was hit in the shoulder. "Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger." Bela threatened as I help Sam up while he clutches his shoulder.

"You've got the luck, Dean. You, I can't hit. But your brother and your little girlfriend? Them I can't miss." She said as Dean looks over at us then back at her. "What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!" He shouts at her. "Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people?" She asked us. "Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now."

"All right! All right. Take it easy." Dean said and he goes to drop the rabbit's foot, but instead throws it at Bela. "Think fast." He said and she catches the foot and curses. "Damn!" She growls. "Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly-ass piece of dead thing?" Dean asked and Bela sighs in annoyance.

Minutes later, Bela drops the rabbit's foot in the embers. "Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer." She said. "Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam? (Y/n)?" Dean said. "Nope." Sam said and I shake my head. "Not even a little." I remarked and Bela glares around at us.

"Hmm. Maybe next time I'll hang you out to dry." She said as she goes to lean on the gravestone where Dean's jacket is.

"Oh don't go away angry, just go away." I said to her and she smirks. "Have a nice night, boys and girl." She said as she walks away and the rabbit's foot burns in the fire.

"You good?" Dean asked Sam as we walk back to the car. "I'll live." Sam said. "I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck." I said and Dean nods before he looks up. "Oh! I forgot we're up $46000. I almost forgot about the...scratch tickets." He said and he searches his jacket and comes up empty.

At that point, Bela's car roars in the distance as she honks her horn. Sam, Dean and I look at each other, then watch her drive away. "SON OF A BITCH!" Dean screams in anger and I smirk a bit.

"Actually, we're not too bad off." I said. "What do you mean?" Dean asked, angrily, and I pull out some of the scratch off tickets from my pocket. Both boys look at me, their eyes widen in shock. "I had a feeling she'd would try to steal something from us after we screwed her over. So, while you guys were getting ready to burn the foot, I went over to your jacket and switched out the tickets." I explained and Sam smiles at this.

"The ones she's got a couple of them are the winning tickets, you know, for the trouble we caused her but a good chunk of them are the ones I bought and they are either duds or a twenty-five dollar winners." I said and Dean smiles at this as Sam chuckles.

"Have I told you that I love you?" Dean said as he comes up to me and I hand him the tickets. "Oh every now and then." I said, smiling, then Dean leans in and kisses me. "Well, I love you." He said and I smiled at him then the three of us head over to the car.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester

[blitzosblog]

Refuge - J•M

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: 18+

Summary: You rescue Joel and Ellie, taking the pair in, feelings start to arise between you and Joel, tensions increase, eventually one of you is going to blow

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mention of weapons, kissing, fluff, smut, pent up frustration, Joel being a bit of an ass, fighting, grinding, handjob, fingering, kissing, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up).

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The snow was starting to fall hard around you, the car humming quietly, you looked back to the rear seats of the car, two bodies inside quiet as mice, probably exhausted from the running and fighting.

You'd been out on a routine run, deciding to venture closer to the main city to see if their hallowed shops held anything of value, being happy with you find of canned goods, and old soap you made your way back out the building when a harsh scream reached your ears.

"Shit!" You cursed believing a hoard was close before you heard another voice.

"Ellie Go!"

It was a man and by the sound of it a girl too, they needed help, you round the corner your gun in hand, you see a massive infected onto of the guys, whilst the girl is being backed into a corner, you line up a shot leaning on the ground, you've got a clear shot so you take it shooting the big one straight in the head, it lands on the guy bas he quickly rolls it away grabbing his own gun before he starts letting out every once of rage on the other infected before it got to the girl.

"Hey man, I think it's dead!" You yelled, putting your gun away approaching the two, the man points his gun to you pushing the girl behind him.

"Who the fuck are you!?" He yells, you put your hands up showing you mean no harm as you look behind him at the girl.

"I'm the one that shot the big fucker of ya okay" You explained waiting for his responses as he stared you down still holding his gun up to you, turning to the girl, looking over her before walking over to you.

"You should've shot the other one I was fine you should've helped her!"

You stared up at the man, laughing bitterly.

"Jeez man, that thing was gonna kill you way before his friend got to your daughter okay"

"I'm not his daughter, just tagging along ya know, I'm Ellie" The girl now known as Ellie waved over to you.

"Hi Ellie, I'm Y/N, y'all are a bit far out for comfort you got a place to stay"

"Yes" The man says, Ellie knocks him in the arm before stepping in front of him.

"No we don't actually"

You look between em both before beginning to walk.

"Come on you both look exhausted, you can stay with me for the night" You offered looking back at them.

"No way, we'll be fine" The man replied.

"Don't mind him, we'd love to join you" Ellie spoke as she walked up to you, the two of you looked over to Joel expectedly, he huffed looking at Ellie before going the two of you. You all walked out, entering your car as Ellie and the man got in the back, and off you went back to your home.

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You pulled into the front of your home, it was a farm house you'd found a couple months back, with a little love you'd manage to make it lovable again. You hopped out the car gently knocking on the window. Ellie and the man woke with a jolt looking around, calming down more when they saw you, they joined you entering the house, dropping their bags.

"Okay, the kitchen is through there, this is the living room obviously, the bathrooms upstairs, the showers really iffy but it works ok enough and finally there's two rooms in this house so Ellie you can sleep in my room it the one at the end of the hall and you can sleep in the other." You spoke pointing around the house, the pair looked around curiously, Ellie grabbed her bag off the floor running up to the bedroom thanking you as she ran past, you smiled watching her figure disappear, turning to the man standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"So...you got a name?" You asked, he turned to you looking up and down.

"Joel" He replied.

"Well Joel, you wanna go up to your room get comfortable? I'll make us some dinner" You proposed, grabbing Joel's bag, holding it out for him to take.

"Where are you sleeping'" He asked taking his bag from your hand. You pointed over to the couch, he looked back nodding his head slowly, he stood there looking at you like he wanted to say something but he just ended up huffing a thank you and shuffled past heading up to his room, you watched him and sighed going to the kitchen, beginning to make dinner for the three of you.

You could hear muffled whispers, then steps of the two people upstairs separating, smiling to yourself you put your concentration back on dinner, gleefully humming away, you plated everything up taking it over to the little dinning table.

"Dinner!" You yelled, standing there as you heard the echo of running through the house as Ellie made her way to you, Joel following, stomping down the stairs, they both looked over the plates of food you'd prepared eyes widening.

"Hope you guys like chilli" You said sitting down, Joel and Ellie joined you at the table, Ellie began taking spoonfuls, groaning happily.

"Ellie slow down and say thank you" Joel nudged the young girl, before nodding his head toward you, Ellie halted before wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"Oh shit right, thank you Y/N" She said going back to her food but now keeping a steady pace, you smiled at her.

"Thank you, this is the first proper food we've had in a while" Joel said as he began to eat, you smiled at him too, the sound of eating filled the air, it had been a while since you'd had a dinner like this, it was nice.

Joel wiped his mouth and began speaking to you. "You live here alone then?"

"Oh uh yeah, been alone for quite some time but I found this place and decided I might as well call it home ya know safe space plenty of food."

"Don't ya get lonely" Ellie asked, looking over at you.

"Sometimes but I try not to think about it too much" You replied slowly eating your food.

"So you wouldn't mind the company?" Ellie asked, yelping as she looked over to Joel.

"Why'd you kick me?"

"Don't be rude, Y/N ignore her please we'll be out of your hair by tomorrow" He spoke giving you an apologetic look.

"I wouldn't actually mind if you guys wanna stay for a bit it's all good with me" You replied, standing from the table as you began to clean up, Joel quickly joined you walking to the kitchen.

"Are ya sure? we wouldn't wanna impose"He said placing the bowls in the sink, you turned to him smiling.

"Joel your all good stay as long as you want"

"Thank you" He said smiling down at you.

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It had been three days since Ellie and Joel had joined you and it was going great , they'd been helping out around the place, Joel fixed the fence, you and Ellie would practice shooting and you'd all enjoy dinner together in the evenings.

On occasion you'd notice Joel stealing little glances at you at the dinner table, or watching you when you were making dinner, he'd even sit very close to you when you were reading on the couch, but you decided to pay no mind to it.

Today Joel was helping Ellie with her target practice, you waked up to the pair of them.

"Guys, lunch time" You announced, Ellie looked back at you, running back to the house.

"Ellie!" Joel yelled, much to his dismay, she'd already got inside, you two laughed at her, you turned to Joel as he picked up Ellies gun.

"You wanna have a go, I know your aims good but a little practice never hurt right?" He asked holding the gun out, you smirked grabbing the gun, aiming it towards the cans, you slowed your breathing making your shot and hitting the left can straight on the mark, Joel clapped his hands laughing.

"That was amazing, ya know if you change your stance slightly you'd shake less" He said as walked up to you, placing his hands on your hips, pulling close to you, you could feel the heat start to rise to your face, his breathe fanning across you neck, he held your arms aiming your gun.

"Okay now shoot"

You shot the mark again, turning to him smiling, he turned also, your faces inches away from one another, he looked into your eyes, you looked down at his lips.

"Joel" You whispered, he quickly superheated from you, suddenly your body went cold.

"Uh, I, we should uh we should go inside, lunch will get cold" He spoke, now avoiding eye contact"

You hummed walking back to the house as Joel followed you slowly, neither of you spoke that lunch, Ellie happily talking as you two were reliving what had just happened.

The evening was quickly approaching and with it came a storm , the house rattled slightly, you and Joel worked together to boarder up the windows and doors, once you were finished you all got ready for bed, you wished Ellie a good evening checking on her in the room, you walked down the hall knocking on Joel's door, he answered glad in boxers and a vest shirt.

"Hey just wanted to wish you a goodnight"

"You gonna be okay sleeping downstairs?"

"Oh uh yeah I'll be fine" You replied slightly surprised by his concern.

"Okay, just checking, well goodnight Y/N"

You smiled at him before leaving, heading down to the couch, it was colder than usual but you'd be okay; you wrapped yourself in a number of blankets and before you kew it you were asleep.

You could feel something touching your body, slowly waking up, you began to panic as you realised someone was holding you, as you began to move you heard a recognisable voice.

"Calm down it's just me" The sound of Joel's southern drawl put you at ease, he carried you up to the spare room.

"It was a bit cold up here so I thought it would be freezing downstair and I was right so you're gonna sleep up here tonight" He announced as he placed you on the bed, he turned to leave the room before you grabbed his wrist.

"It'll be freezing for you too, just sleep here I don't mind" You spoke pulling Joel towards the bed, he hesitated before joining you in the bed, you were facing away from him, you were falling asleep as you felt Joel move towards you, so you turned to face him.

"You okay" You asked, he stared at you moving closer

"Y/N, there something I've wanted to ask you" He whispered

"Okay then ask"

He looked at you, thinking for a moment before holding you face in his hands.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, you stared at him, humming quietly, he moved closer closing his eyes, your lips connected, slowly moving against each other, his hand moved from your face to your waist, pulling you against him, he flipped you onto of him sitting up, you place your hands on his face, the scruff of his beard running through your hands, you moved kissing his jaw and neck, his hands began to move you as you ground down onto his lap, the growing erection in his boxers becoming more and more evident.

You moved your hand down, grasping his erection in your hand, moving you hand up and down, Joel moans in your ear, his hand finds it's way into your underwear, a finger slipping into you as he pumps in and out, foreheads pressed against one another, laboured breathing filling the room.

"Can I?" He asks as his other hand tugs at your shirt.

"Yes" You reply, he pulls your shirt over your head revealing your topless form, he stares down at your bare chest before taking your left nipple into his mouth, you moan using your free hand to grasp his hair, you speed up the hand pleasuring him you can feel him buck into.

"Fuck Joel" You whisper as he pumps another finger into you, you remove your hand from him, before stopping his own, pulling him back to look you in the eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asks looking worryingly into your eyes.

"I want you inside me" You state.

"I was inside you sweetheart' He says smiling at you, you nudge his shoulder laughing slightly, tugging at his vest, he nods and you taking it off him.

"You know what I mean" You say, as you get off him smiling, removing your bottoms, he smiles back before removing his own, climbing back on top of you, lining himself up.

"You sure you wanna do this?" He asks looking into your eyes, you hold his face leaning in and kissing him on the lips.

"I'm sure, I want you Joel" You confirm, he leans down as he pushes into you, giving you a moment to adjust, you both moan at the contact, he begins to move inside you, keeping a steady pace, rocking back and forth above you.

The room is filled with hushed moans and broken breathing, you grab onto his back pulling him closer to you, the feeling of him inside you is almost euphoric, his skin against yours, you can feel his lips against your neck kissing you all over.

"Shit sweetheart ya feel so good" He sates pushing into you faster, you can feel your walls tighten around him.

"Joel I'm gonna cum" You whispered.

"Me too" He replied, his pace became sloppier and he hurried his head into your neck, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled them up, you grabbed his hair with one hand and holding onto the bed frame with the other, he stilled as you tightened down on him, your climax hitting you all at once, you felt him release inside you as his grunts vibrated against his neck, neither of you moved in that moment, you just held each other.

Joel was the first to moved climbing of you and getting out the bed, you watched him as he pulled his boxers back on, he quickly left the room coming back in with a towel as he cleaned you up, tossing the two to the side as he gave you his t-shirt and climbed back into bed.

You snuggled up to him, his arm wrapping round your side as your head fell on his chest.

"Thank you Joel" You whispered looking up at him, he looked down at you, leaning in and giving you a small kiss on the lips.

"Thank you Y/N for everything" He said, the two of you fell asleep in each other arms as the storm outside carried on, you awoke to someone kicky the bed, you a Joel jolted up looking around and spotting Ellie at the end of the bed.

"Morning, nice to see you Y/N couldn't find you anywhere" She said smirking at the state you two were in, Joel went to speak but she beat him to it.

"Don't worry Joel, Im glad you two finally got to it, I've made breakfast come down when you're ready." She said, before leaving the room, you flopped back down on the bed, Joel turned too, making eye contact, the two of you laughed, Joel bent over to kiss you , head inches away from you.

"I think we're gonna stay a while sweetheart" He whispered smiling down at you.

"Sound perfect" You replied the two of you got out of bed pulling on a few more layers before heading down, you could definitely get used to this little family dynamic.

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Part -8-

Part 9

Part 7

Universe: Teenage Mutant Teenage Turtles (Bayverse aged-up turtles)

Rating: R MINORS DNI: (swearing) Mentions needles and illness, gets pretty dark here ngl (blood, death, and violence), mild suggestive moments

Raphael x OC (female character)

Tags: trigger warning mentions needles, bruises and injuries and dark content, fluff, original character, slow burn romance, Leo and Raph bein' feisty :), foot clan mention

-Yo! Sorry it's taken forever!

-Rose recovers from the serum injection, and well...crazy shit happens.

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It had been 10 hours since Donnie’s serum was injected into Rose’s arm, and her breathing and skin color had finally returned to normal despite her finally falling and staying asleep. Raphael had been ever vigilant, stepping out only briefly to use the bathroom or to get something to eat. It was close to 6 am now, and he could barely keep his eyes open. The only thing keeping him going was all the questions he wanted to ask her when she woke up. They were swirling around his head for hours, and he couldn’t think about anything else.

He had started to make a list.

1.Why was she not afraid of him? 2.What did she dream about last night? 3.Why in the name of fuck was she teasing him like this?

Those questions had been at the forefront of his mind for most of the day. She had been panting and softly moaning his name last night, but seemed so scared when she woke up. Did the thought of sex with him scare her? But then if that were true, why did she want him to stay?

He had to figure out what she wanted from him; he couldn’t take much more of this. He was so used to the world not accepting them, even after they saved the planet from near destruction. He had never had anyone in his corner besides his brothers, and found it hard to accept that anyone, let alone this woman, would accept him the way he was. He was rude, angry, and violent, and he wasn’t going to change anytime soon. That was how the world was always going to see him, anyways, so why try to change it. 

Wanting more caffeine, he quietly stepped out of his room and ventured to the kitchen for some coffee.

Knowing Donnie, there would be a pot somewhat freshly made, as his younger brother was the biggest caffeine addict of them all. Glancing around the lair, he noted that everyone was asleep, except for Mikey. The youngest was perched at the breakfast bar, sipping his coffee from a mug that April bought him last year for Christmas. He had on a well-loved pair of black sweatpants, with some holes around the knees from skateboarding mishaps. Looking up, the orange banded turtle smiled.

“Hey, mornin.” He picked up the mug next to him and offered it to his brother. “I was just going to bring you some coffee, here ya go.”

“Thanks.”

Taking the cup, he sat down next to Michelangelo at the bar.

“Raph, I wanna talk to you about yesterday. That cool?”

“Uh.. yeah, Mike. What’s up?”

Raph and Mikey had always been the closest of the four. They protected each other, and understood each other more than the others. Mike respected Raphael’s strength emotionally and physically, and Raph appreciated Mikey’s ability to let go and have fun. They spent most of their free time together; sharing music, working out, you name it. Mike had grown up so much in the past years since the Krang invasion and Raph couldn’t help but be proud of his younger brother at the strong man he had become. 

“First, I went to Rose’s apartment with her, and wow man, her ex-boyfriend is a huge dick. He wrote her a Dear John letter and left it on her pillow! Like dude!”

Mikey was whisper-yelling, and Raph couldn’t help but chuckle. His brother's hands flew as he talked, body moving like he was dancing with an imaginary partner. He was always so animated. 

“After she sang that song in the lair I knew she was obviously going through some sort of break-up, but shit dude she is hurting. Like I didn’t know what to do so I just held her hand and let her cry. I felt super bad for her- but also I held a girl’s hand, bro!”

Mikey was practically vibrating with excitement, until he noticed Raph’s shoulders tense and freeze in place.

Gotta change the subject, Mike.

“Second, sorry about interrupting you guys this morning. But also… what was I interrupting?”

The sudden jealousy over Rose holding hands with his brother faded, but he was no less tense. 

“I…I really don’t know, Mike.”

With any of his other family members, this conversation would be awkward. Yet with Mikey he could talk about anything, and there would always be nothing but support and compassion in return.

“Well it looked like you guys almost kissed from where I was standing dude.”

“Yeh, I guess so.”

“Why were you in there with her though, did you spend the night?”

“Kinda.”

Raphael blushed under his mask, and took a sip of coffee to cover it. He himself didn’t have the answers to Mikey’s question barrage yet, and he needed more time to think about it.

“DUDE WHAT”

Mikey punched his brother's arm in excitement, almost spilling the hot liquid everywhere.

“Mike! Chill!” Raphael whispered, and Mikey nodded and took a breath. “I don’t really know what ta make of it myself yet, but I need ta talk to her about it first. I’m..I dunno, confused. Shit’s moving so fast.” He got quiet as he drew inward again, lost in thought.

A few seconds of silence went by before either of them spoke again.

“Well man, let me just say this.” Mikey started, pulling Raph’s attention back. “Her ex really hurt her, and I think she is really struggling with that, not to mention the attack a few days ago. She’s scared and sad and needs a friend more than anything else right now.”

He stared blankly at his brother, surprised by the sudden maturity and insightful observation. Mike went on. “That being said, Donnie and I agree. She likes you, dude.”

Raph blinked slowly as he processed what Mikey said. So, he wasn’t imagining things, then. He then smiled into his arm as he turned away, trying to hide the happiness blooming on his face. He patted Mikey on the head in a gesture of gratitude.

“Thanks, Mike. Now go ta bed.”

He shooed the youngest off and rose from the bar stool, taking his coffee with him as he walked back towards his room.

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The door creaked slightly as it opened, and Raph made a mental note to fix that once Rose had woken up.

He and Donnie fixed everything around the lair; a door hinge was nothing.

Closing it behind him, he sat back down in his chair and eyed her still form on the bed. Rose was still breathing normally, and looked peaceful as she slept. She seemed angelic in the soft glow from the bedside lamp, and he loved the look of her sleeping comfortably in his bed.

She fit in well here, with him.

A smug smile crept over his face as he watched her, letting his mind wander around her on his bed, gripping on to his sheets as she panted his name like she did the night before. He was so lost in thought, he didn’t hear her stir in the bed until she said his name louder, ripping him from his daydream.

“Red, what time is it?” She mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes. She sat up, expecting her body to hurt but was pleasantly surprised when she felt nothing.

“About 7 am, give or take. How do ya feel?”

“You know, I feel great. Like weirdly great.” Rose laughed as she spoke, and watched as he placed his cup on the bookshelf and walked over to her. He sat down on the mattress next to her and lifted his hand to feel her forehead.

“Well, yer fever’s gone, that’s a good sign. We’ll havta see what the Doc thinks.”

“If Donnie's the doctor, does that make you my nurse?” She said with a giggle; a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes.

Raphael grunted at her and moved to stand. If she felt well enough to crack jokes, then he could finally get some rest.

Rose grabbed his hand in hers before he could get up. “Hey no, don’t leave. I was just kidding, I'm sorry.” She apologized with a laugh, but didn't let go. “Were you awake all night?”

“We’re always up at night, dork.” He looked down at their intertwined hands.

What was she doing? 

Raph continued. “I normally go ta bed about 6 or 7 am anyways, so I’m fine. Everyone else goes ta bed earlier.”

As he spoke, Rose traced the curves of his hand with her fingers, feeling the scars and calluses against her soft skin. 

His eyes were glued to her hands as they caressed his. He had no idea why she was doing it, but he never wanted her to stop. Sensations rippled over him that he couldn't explain as her fingertips brushed against the back of his hand, and his jaw clenched tightly as she started to move further up his forearm. 

Suddenly, he felt her gaze on him and he looked up to see Rose watching him, watching her. She smiled, the sweetest softest smile and Raph’s heart could’ve burst right there.

Fuck, she was gorgeous.

“I should get Donnie- he’ll wanna check on ya now that yer up.” He said, moving his hand from hers and standing up from the bed. She sighed, obviously disappointed. He ducked his head down a little, shying away from her.

He didn't want to leave, but he needed some space. After the talk with Mikey this morning, he agreed that she needed some time to herself more than anything right now, not to involve herself with another guy. Especially a mutant turtle from the sewers, he reminded himself.

“Fine. But just come back, okay?” She winked at him, and it was so awkward and cute he had to mentally restrain himself from leaning down to kiss her right there.

“Uh, actually..I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Aren’t you more comfortable sleeping in your own bed, Raph?”

“I um..well…I jus don’t want things ta get complicated for ya. Ya need ta get through what ya went through, and ya need ta do it by yerself.” He looked down at the floor, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He knew she wouldn’t like his answer.

“Don’t tell me what I need, Raphael.”

He looked up to see her glaring at him, green eyes now dark with anger and almost melting a hole in his head. She stood up from the bed to face him. She was so short and small, but the rage coming off of her right then was enough to make him on edge.

“I’m just sayin, maybe takin some time ta yourself would do ya some good, help ya see straight-”

“Are you saying something’s wrong with my judgment? Do you think I’m not capable of thinking for myself? Or are you just finally showing your true colors and telling me that as a woman I’m too dumb to make decisions by myself, and that I need a big, strong man to fix all my problems for me?” Rose was getting increasingly louder as she rambled on, and Raph didn’t understand what had happened.

All he knew was that she was pissing him off, and he didn’t have to take this shit.

He didn't owe her anything. 

“You wanna calm the fuck down? All I was tryin ta say was that-”

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down!”

“What the FUCK is yer problem?!”

By now their yelling had woken up the entire lair. The three brothers stood in the living room listening, all incredibly tired but worried for the safety of their houseguest. Donnie was the first to speak.

“Well, at least we know that she’s feeling well enough to fight,” He said with a chuckle. Leo was more concerned, however, and shot Donnie a look of annoyance.

“I’m going in there. He’s going to do something stupid and hurt her.”

“Hold up, Leo,” Mikey interjected. “Raph likes her, there’s no way he’d do anything to her.”

Leo winced at his brother's words. “I suppose you’re right, Mikey. But if anything happens-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the door to Raphael’s room flew open. Rose stormed out, cursing under her breath in spanish as she put her shoes on and grabbed her jacket. Raph came stomping out after her, still fuming.

“You gunna fuckin answer me!?”

Rose whipped around to yell back at him from the main entryway to the lair.

“YOU’RE MY PROBLEM, DICKHEAD!”

“FINE, LEAVE THEN, I COULDN’T CARE LESS!”

“GET BENT, PENDEJO!”

With that, she stomped off into the tunnels. The brothers turned to look back at Raphael, whose loud footsteps were headed to the weight room.

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Shit. Which fucking way was it? Left?

I’m lost.

Fuck.

After storming out of the lair, Rose had wandered the tunnels for about an hour, looking for a way up to the surface. She figured that if she could at least find a ladder she could re-orient herself once she was up top, but she hadn’t been able to find one; just more dark tunnels and dead ends.

At this point she was just trying to find her way back to the lair, but she couldn’t even do that. She had fled in such a blind rage that she hadn’t paid any attention to where she was going, and now it was biting her in the ass.

She was still so angry with Raph that the thought of being dragged back to the lair sounded like brutal torture, but it was better than dying, lost in the sewers. She leaned her back against a clean-ish wall and slid down to wrap her arms around her knees.

“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!” She screamed in anger, her curses ricocheting off the wet sewer tunnel walls.

She could not believe how dense Raph was.

Did he seriously not understand that she liked him?

She had laid it out pretty obviously. 

Maybe he wasn't into human women?

No, Mikey had talked in detail about his and Raph's infatuation with April as teens during their videogame session yesterday.

Rose knew that she had seen lust in his eyes; had felt him lean down to almost kiss her- so what had changed? 

It wasn't that he thought she wasn't available, they had talked about her situation on the roof that night of the meteor shower. 

Then it hit her; maybe he was so apprehensive because he thought he was just a rebound for her, and he wanted his first relationship to be more than that.

That makes so much more sense.

There was no way that Raphael could have known what her last six out of eight years were like with her ex. He had stopped touching her and initiating sex two years in, and she had only blamed herself. She thought it was because was too fat, not attractive enough, etc. So Rose started hitting the gym religiously and made sure she always looked perfect. She sacrificed her social life to spend all her free time working on her appearance, to save her relationship. She became the trophy girlfriend, and yet was still in a sexless relationship.

Her boyfriend just kept giving the same excuses, “It’s me, not you”, or “I’ll work on it, I promise”. Rose was left crying alone in their apartment most nights, wondering what she did to deserve a love that was so soured. The relationship had been over a long time before that night at the bar, the night she met the turtles. Raphael had no way of really knowing; she hadn't gone into that much detail about it. From where he stood, it definitely could look like she was just throwing herself at the first guy to walk by after a break-up.

He was just trying to be respectful and make sure she was healing from her heartbreak, and she had cussed him out for it.

Oops. 

Still lost in thought, she lifted her head when she heard footsteps approaching. She assumed the guys had found her and moved to stand and greet them, brushing the dirt off her shorts. It would probably be a little awkward, but she would have to get over it. As the steps grew closer, she called out to them and flicked her light from her phone that she had been using in the direction of the noise.

“Hey guys, over here. Sorry about that whole mess, I just had to ge-”

As Rose spoke, the approaching footsteps rounded the corner and showed themselves. The flashlight from her phone flicked over them and illuminated three men in head-to-toe black military gear, with ski masks covering their faces. They had lights on the end of their guns, and they trained the bright beams on Rose. One of them stepped forward and spoke.

“Are you lost, ma’am?”

Rose tensed, but managed to squeak out a response. “Um, no. I’m fine.”

“Ma’am, you’re in a sewer tunnel by yourself. Are you sure you aren’t lost?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Go about your business.”

The man laughed and turned to his colleagues, who also snickered. She was aware of how ridiculous she looked, but she didn’t want help from anyone. She would get herself out of her own mess. Plus, there was no way these were good guys. The man stepped towards her.

“Well ma’am, If you’re not lost, and you’re down here intentionally,” He paused, and his cohorts lifted their guns back up to their shoulders. “I think you might know some friends of ours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rose turned to walk away but the man grabbed her by the arm.

“I need you to come with us, ma’am.”

She looked down at where the man was gripping her and felt her blood boil. She was so sick of men touching her, telling her what to do, what to think, how to act.

“Get your fucking hands off of me.”

She said through gritted teeth, feeling the hair rise on the back of her neck.

She could feel her body radiate with anger, and knew that this time she would fight to the death, with every last ounce of strength.

She didn’t care anymore.

The men started to laugh again. “Oh, and what are you going to do about it?”

Rose flicked her gaze back to look up at the man, and smiled.

And she punched him in the face.

Only, she hit him so hard, he flew back into the opposite tunnel wall, making an indent in the cement with his body as he crumpled to the ground. Rose looked down at her hands in disbelief, then back at the other two men, who were also staring at her in shock. She laughed, and a wave of excitement flooded her.

“Well, come and get it boys.”

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Raph had been in the gym since Rose stormed out of the lair. He had taken to his punching bag, letting out his frustration and anger from their fight with each blow. He couldn’t understand what had happened, why she had gotten so intensely upset with him. He was just looking out for her.

“Fine-”

Thud.

“She wants to act crazy-”

Thud.

“I ain’t gunna stop her.”

Thud.

“What the fuck is her problem anyways.”

He continued his barrage on the punching bag as his mind tried to search for any reasonable explanation for Rose’s outburst. His body swayed back and forth, almost dancing with the bag as he delivered blow after blow, muscles glistening with sweat. With each hit he started to feel a little more clear headed, as he always did when he sought comfort here after fights with his brothers. The familiar motions were like meditation for him, and took all the frustrations he couldn’t name away. Thinking more about her outburst, and what he knew about her situation, he realized it probably had more to do with her than him. She just didn’t have a punching bag to take it out on.

Chuckling to himself, he thought that maybe yelling at someone was what she had really needed after all. Normally he didn't take that shit from anyone, but if she was doing the yelling, he guessed he didn’t mind it as much. Despite the anger and rage in the moment, seeing the passion and fire in her eyes was both alluring and comforting. He was glad to know that despite everything she’d been through, she still had some fight left in her. And fuck, did she look hot when she was angry. Shaking his head and striking the bag again, he tried to shake off the feelings of lust that were creeping in. She didn’t need to deal with his feelings on top of everything else right now, and he didn’t even know how to deal with his own growing feelings for her.

Thud.

“Get a grip, jackass.”

Thud.

Raph knew she was pretty beat up emotionally, and she was probably keeping it inside like he did. She had told him off just like he told everyone else off, and then took off for some space just like he usually does. Raph couldn’t help but smile at how much they had in common. Gripping the bag suddenly, he had a sobering thought.

“She’s probably lost in the tunnels. I’m so stupid, shit.”

Raph quickly made his way from the weight room to the living room, cursing under his breath as he jogged through the lair and frantically looked for Donnie. To his surprise, Leo and Donnie were still awake and gathered by the purple clad turtle’s computer monitors, speaking in hushed voices. As Raph approached, Leo turned and nodded, gesturing for him to head over.

“Leo, she’s probably lost in the sewers-”

Raph was cut off by his elder sibling raising a hand in the air, signaling him to stop talking. He hated when Leo got on his high-and-mighty leader shtick, but he bit back his anger and stayed silent. He needed to focus on finding Rose, and he could be mad at his brother later.

“We know, Raph. Donnie’s working on tracking her through our surveillance system. But before I give you that information, I’d like to remind you that this is your mess - and I don’t intend to clean it up for you.”

With the last words Leo jabbed one of his three fingers at Raph’s plastron. He could feel the anger start to bubble out, not able to bite it back any longer. 

“ Oh yeah, Leo? That it?” His voice was thick and dripping with sarcasm.

“No, actually.”

Leo continued, taking a step closer to his brother. Raph was seething with anger, clenching his fists at his side and breathing slow to stop himself from taking a swing at the leader of their group.

Of their family. 

“ She’s been through enough, Raph. She doesn’t need you hurting her on top of that. I stood by and said nothing while you openly shared a bed with her and flaunted it, but I won’t let you damage her even more because of your immaturity. Consider this a warning.”

Leonardo looked at his younger brother with a steely gaze, his blue eyes piercingly vivid as he spoke.

“ What the fuck’s that ‘sposed ta mean, Leo.” Raph spat back, eyes equally as hard as he stared his brother down. The two terrapins were locked in a silent battle, and the only sound in the lair was the faint clicks of Donnie's keys on his keyboard. 

Leo stepped back and crossed his arms, flexing his biceps just a little bit. Smiling, he broke the silence.

“ You know exactly what I mean.”

“YOU BETTER WIPE THAT SMUG GR-”

“Got her!”

Raph’s outburst was interrupted by Donnie’s surveillance system finally locating Rose in the sewer tunnels. Raph and Leo exchanged one final hard look at each other before returning to Donnie’s side.

“C’mon, show me somethin’ buddy.” Leo said as he strode over, his face dark with worry.

He hadn’t known Rose for very long, and Raph had monopolized most of her time, but he had grown fond of her despite it. She was an intriguing woman; he couldn't help it. He cared about her safety, and he was incredibly ticked off that she was in this mess because of Raph. His brother didn’t appreciate her attention, didn’t know how lucky he was. 

Leo wouldn’t stand for it. He let Raph get away with a lot, but not this time.

“ I found her in one of the far outer tunnels, but guys,” Donatello turned to face them, “ she’s not alone.”

Leo yelled to his brothers, already jogging towards the weapons room.

“ Let’s move out, boys.”

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Blood.

There’s so much blood.

I can’t get away from it.

Rose sat against the dank and damp sewer wall, face wet with tears, but she was unable to wipe them away.

Her hands were steeped in the blood of the men who tried to attack her.

It was sticky and seeping into her every pore, and everywhere she looked the walls were caked with it.

She didn’t know how, but suddenly her strength had quadrupled, and she was stronger than she could've ever wanted. After the first punch, the first man had cracked his head into the wall and hadn’t moved again. The other two immediately started firing their guns at her, so she had had no choice.

It was her or them.

It was fun for a moment, punching bad guys and being a superhero; until she realized that she was killing them.

Then the guilt set in.

She didn’t notice how much damage she had done until it was too late.

Until their blood was pooling on the ground in thick, red, murky puddles and they weren’t moving anymore.

Rose had attempted first aid, but the life had already left their broken bodies- there was nothing to save; she was a murderer.

So, she sat there in the dark and cold sewer and cried; cried for them, for herself, for the hopelessness that was her life now.

She was a monster.

She had become the thing that lurked in the darkness of her nightmares.

And she couldn’t escape.

- - ------------------------------------------------------------

Raph could smell the blood up ahead, they all could.

Thanks to the turtle genes they possessed they all had incredible senses of smell, and the overwhelming metallic scent of human blood was almost enough to make him choke- There was a lot of it. The three of them exchanged worried glances and continued on.

“ Guys, my scanner says it’s just up ahead.”

“Thanks Don, ya doin’ sports and weather next?”

“Stow the attitude, Raphael. We need to be on alert. Donnie, is there any more movement up ahead?”

“ No, Leo. Just one person is showing up on the scanner now too. I suggest we proceed with caution.”

Leo nodded in agreement, and they continued forward. As they turned another corner, the group could faintly hear the sound of someone crying. The brothers moved silently in the shadows towards the sound, further and further down the tunnel until the smell of blood was almost unbearable.

As they approached, they saw a figure crouched on the ground, clothes stained with blood and its face buried in its hands. A pile of bodies laid nearby, all wearing foot clan uniforms and clutching heavy artillery.

Donnie was the first to call to her, recovering from shock the fastest.

“ Rose? Is that you? Are you ok?”

The figure shot up from where it was sitting and took a few steps back.

“Don’t come any closer, please! I don’t want to hurt you!”

The sound of Rose’s voice choking back sobs was enough to snap Raphael out of his trance. He pushed past his brothers and moved towards her.

“Please, don’t! I-I don’t-”

Rose could barely keep it together as she begged him to stay away. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else, but he just kept coming towards her.

He didn’t stop until he was face to face with her, looking down at her blood spattered skin and tear-stained eyes. She looked up at him, and Raph saw nothing but fear and self-loathing there- something he was no stranger to.

He held her gaze as he spoke, gold eyes softening as they looked in her emerald ones.

“ There’s nuthin’ you could do that could scare me, Princess.”

He pulled her into his arms and embraced her, pressing her into his plastron gently. He could feel her body shake with soft sobs as her arms reached up to curl against his chest plates.

Raph scooped up her legs from underneath her, and pressed her close to his chest as lifted her fully into his arms.

“ It’s ok, I gotcha.”

Rose nodded and buried her head into his neck. Her tears continued, but she felt relief swell over her as Raphael held her. She had never felt this protected or safe, like she could truly let her guard down and openly…feel.

Suddenly she felt new, thicker tears trail down her face, this time for different reasons. 

Fuck- she hated crying. 

Raph looked over the mess of copper curls against his chest, hearing the soft hitches in her throat starting up once more.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, “ it’s gunna be ok. I’m takin’ ya home.”

He gave a look to Leo and turned on his heel to head back to the lair, while his two brothers looked on in bewilderment. As soon as they were out of earshot, Donnie couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Leo, what the FUCK was that.” Spinning around, he gestured to the scene around them. “What the fuck is this?!”

“Language. I don’t know, Donnie.”

“There’s so much blood?! We don’t even know what happened! I mean, I’ll have to run some scans, collect evidence-”

“Donnie.”

Leo’s voice pulled his younger brother out of his spiral.

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok, Donnie. Let’s just take care of things here and then head back.” Leo said, eyes intense and sweeping the scene. He knew Raph would see to it that Rose was taken care of, but he was increasingly concerned with what happened here and how she was, well, unharmed. Something wasn’t sitting right.

Donatello looked back at his brother and nodded solemnly, knowing what he meant. It wasn’t often that they had to clean up messes like this, but back before Raph had gotten his rage under control...well things had been much worse. The red banded turtle had often come home with blood on his knuckles and shell after beating someone bloody, in worse shape emotionally than when he’d left. Raphael talked with his fists, sometimes not caring how much damage he did. At least that’s how it seemed to his family.

Donnie adjusted his glasses and got to work, collecting some photo and physical evidence before assisting Leo with the gritty clean up.

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(sorry for taking so long to write this! I started to chicken out about the serum plot twist and took a break, but I'm back! Hope you liked it don't hate meee)

[chellesdump]

All Darkness - Twice

"It was a rainy day and the girls were enjoying it to the fullest just relaxing, there wasn't a single sound in the whole house. Until total darkness engulfed the place"

word count ─ 1.2k

tags ─ little! tzuyu, little! chaeyoung, little! dahyun, little! mina, little! jihyo, little! sana, little! momo, cg! jeongyeong, cg! nayeon, fluff, autumn, mention of fears, tw! darkness, tw! scary things in the dark, little angst, but ends with fluff

notes ─ This is for the Blackout prompt , enjoy :3

The members were relaxing each in their own space enjoying that it was a rainy day and there wasn't anything to be done, Mina was under the covers of her bed while she played on her Nintendo Switch, SaiDaMo were in a heated Just Dance battle on the living room, Tzuyu was baking a bread recipe she found online, Jihyo was building a new bookcase for her room, Chaeyoung was painting the scene of Tzu baking, and 2YEON were bickering in their room about what was happening in the drama they were watching. So it was calm all around, only the rare sound of discontent and fighting but barely audible… that was until the light went off, at first complete silence engulfed the house, not a peep could be heard, and suddenly chaos erupted, screams came from all directions, the sounds of feet running was heard, things smashing against each other, and cries.

Nayeon and Jeongyeong quickly rushed to their feet when the whole commotion started, they needed to check if everyone was okay but at the same moment Jihyo came running through the door holding her forehead while crying, a moment later Mina came clutching her Nintendo almost hyperventilating from the fear, and lastly came SaiDaMo clutching each other's hands panting from running. Nay firstly checked Hyo for any injury and thankfully found only a little swollen patch, while Jeong helped Mina calm down with breathing exercises, after both girls were calm enough they checked SaiDaMo only to find them shaken up but without harm, with the girls taken care of they set out to look for their missing members but MiHyo were still shaken up and wanted to be held so Jeong had to stay with them since she was the one who knew how to prevent Mina from spiraling into an episode.

Nayeon grabbed her phone to use the flashlight, and after the first step out of the threshold of her room, she heard the pained cries from Chaeyoung asking for help, "Mama!! Mommy!! Pwease help!! 'nybody help!!" cried Chaengie between wrecking sobs, so Nayeon started running towards the sound of her voice while asking where she was, "In da kitchen Mama!! We'n da kitchen" yelled as a response the voice of Chaeyoung. 

Finally reaching the kitchen Nayeon found Tzu spread on the floor clutching her hand while wretched sobs shook her whole body and Chae was holding her trying to calm her down while sobbing as well, the scene was heart-wrenching to say the least, Nay also kneeled beside her the girls and began frantically asking what happened, "Lights no more, Tzu cry, me scared. No know wha’ do? Sowwy Mama”. Quickly checking Chaeng over and not finding anything wrong she proceeded to check Tzuyu over, overall she looked fine until she checked the hand she was clutching, finding an angry red and blistered hand, remembering Tzuyu was baking before the lights went out she quickly looked over to the oven and found it off (thankfully), she picked Tzu up, put her on her hip and took her to the sink to put the hand under the cold water to diminish the pain and swollenness, all while Tzu let out tiny whimpers of “Huwts, huwts, huwts”. 

Taking Chaeng’s hand on her own she ventured back to her room grabbing something on their way, making a quick stop at the bathroom to grab the first aid kit, proceeded to their destination, and closed the door behind them she put down everything she had brought onto the bed, “Yeobo, what is all this?” asked Jeong breaking the silence, “Some necessities I grabbed on the way, candles to have a light without draining our phones batteries, and the first aid kit to tend to Tzu’s wounds” stated matter of factly Nay going back to dressing Tzuyu’s hand with antibiotic ointment and wrapping it with sterile gauze, finishing it with a bandage. “Our baby got burned while taking her tray out of the oven when the light went out, and apparently only Chaengie heard her so both of them were crying on the kitchen floor” cooed Nay while cradling her baby against her chest and filling her other baby’s face with kisses while telling her how brave she had been taking care of Tzuyu.

“Omo, my poor babies,” said Jeong with a pout, giving quick kisses to the babies, “I’m sorry, should save Chae and Tzuyu. Am a bad unnie,” said Momo with her head hung, “No, I also bad unnie. Only took Hyunnie’s hand and forgot about babies” retorted Sana hugging Momo, “Bad Hyunnie? No help” babbled Dahyun launching to give a bear hug to her yeodongsaengs, in a matter of seconds all 7 girls were crying the older one’s saying they were bad unnies and the babies overwhelmed with the situation. It took close to 20 minutes to calm down everyone but NaJeong were successful after all, they decided to order takeout from their favorite restaurant and meanwhile cuddle while playing some little calm games, when the food came the girls got scared again since they thought it was a monster and they worried about their Mommy going alone, it took a bit longer than they expected but it turns out Jeong had gone into the kitchen to retrieve plastic utensils and sippy cups so they kids could eat comfortably.

Once their tummies were filled and content with all the food, it was already late so the adults decided it was time to get ready for bed, as soon as the words bedtime came out of the caregivers’ mouths the complaints began, “No tired, pway more p’ease” said Mina, “Early, no tired yet” reasoned Hyo, “We’re no babies, we stay up” counterattacked SaMo, and DaChaeTzu only whined and tried to get away from their moms’ comfy embrace. Half an hour later the whole family had showered but only SaMo had clothes on (just underwear), Nayeon was the last to get showered so she was still in her bathrobe, Jeong had showered just before her but hadn’t been able to put on pajamas since the kids were adamant about running butt naked around the room, it seemed as if their bath had woken them up instead of relaxing them, using her ‘there’s no space for retaliation’ stare she told them, “Everyone! Stop messing around, it’s time to get dressed so let Mommy put on her pajamas and then it’s your turn. Arraseo??”, a quick “Ne eomma” was followed by everyone sitting on the bed waiting for their turn to get dressed.

Momo and Sana were the first ones to fully get dressed, they only needed help with the buttons of their pajamas, Momo was wearing a Barbie one and Sana a Harry Potter one; Jihyo and Mina came next, while Jeong helped SaMo, Nayeon went to the kids' room to retrieve the diapers needed for the night, MiHyo wear Pull-Ups so they were waiting for them, Hyo had Hello Kitty pajamas, and Mina Minecraft Creeper pajamas; last but not least came the babies, all three had to be put into diapers, Dubu used Pull-Ups during the day but at night needed diapers since she didn’t like to get up for the potty, and ChaeTzu used diapers all day, their pajamas were onesies with zippers on the back to prevent little naked bums at night, they were matching forest critters themed ones.

Everyone ended up cuddled against Nayeon and Jeong, spread through the eldest king-sized bed, Tzuyu had demanded to be nursed to sleep since her hand still ached, so she ended up asleep on top of Nayeon, with her head on her chest listening to her heartbeat, Chaeng on a similar position on top Jeongyeon, and the rest of the girls cuddled in between.

[vasiktomis]

The Seeds Eating You Out - AFAB!Reader (18+)

Tags/Warnings: Humiliation, angst, illiteracy, yelling.

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Joseph

Joseph doesn’t beat around the proverbial bush. He wants to make sure you’re satisfied.

He takes an ultra long time worshiping your body.

Lots of kisses.

After a while the spit in his beard goes cold and it feels like a gross stamp.

Also, you realise that despite all the worship, he never actually looks at your face.

When he finally settles between your legs and you’re looking down at the top of his head, you realise how aggressive the male pattern baldness really is.

A strangled sound escapes him the moment he lowers his face to your cunt.

You look down again. He’s crying. Choked sobs, shoulders wracking against your thighs.

“I’m sorry.” He blubbers, drooling saliva and snot all over your vulva. “My wife had a vagina, too, you see.”

Deep in the ocean of his balls, the sperm that will one day become the fetus that will one day become Ethan Seed is strangling its siblings to death. It will lead the New Eden.

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Faith

Faith is one to keep her nails clipped, god bless.

She just hasn’t washed her hands since the 3rd grade.

There’s almost as much grime on her fingers as there is her terminally bare feet, which are leaving patches of wet grit and sand and the odd blade of grass on your sheets as she crawls toward you on the mattress.

“Welcome to the bliss.” She smiles, holding eye contact until she’s lowered herself enough that you can only see the whites of her eyes.

A muddy hand grips your thigh, and it distracts you from a long lick through your folds, and the expectant look that goes unanswered.

Bravely, she continues on. First in an ‘A’ sequence, then ‘B’.

She’s tracing the alphabet into your clit, and what’s worse, you can hear her humming along so as not to forget her place.

When she gets to ‘F’, she stops and cranes her head to meet your gaze again.

“F for Faith.” She whispers, expressionless.

“That’s right. Very good.” You nod, hesitant.

You wish to leave this place.

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John

For the past minute, John has been rubbing your shit like a scratch 'n' win lottery card. Sweat gathers on his forehead.

When this started, he was brimming with charisma. Now, 60 seconds in, he looks like he’s about to kill you.

“You like that?” He pants yet again, near sanding off your clitoris with the sheer elbow grease he’s putting into it. “You gonna squirt? You gonna come? Come already. Just —why won’t you come?” John punctuates his accusation by straight up punching the mattress.

For a moment, he looks like he might burst into tears. Into the layers of cotton and padding, he screams himself hoarse before going deathly quiet.

It’s a matter of seconds before he composes himself.

He’s a pro, after all.

A bead of sweat (or perhaps a tear) that had been wobbling at the end of his nose smears into your folds as he lowers his mouth to your entrance — and all but shoves his tongue inside with a faux-appreciative hum that makes it obvious he really thinks he’s doing a good job right now.

Just as soon as the ill-informed venture begins, he’s pulling out and away from you, settling on his knees with what is either a grin or a grimace.

Hastily, he fumbles with his belt.

Apparently it’s his turn now.

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Jacob

Jacob traces a grimy finger around your clit, ignoring the hitch in your breath.

“See, if you had some more meat on this, there’d be more for me to work with.” He grumbles. “No balls, either. Not only am I going hungry, but thirsty, too. How do you expect to feed a platoon like this?”

“Sir, it’s a pussy, SIR!” You bark back at him, doing your damnedest not to flush red while his eyebrows raise.

His expression turns thoughtful, then. “So this is what a pussy looks like. And the hole?”

“Supposed to be there, SIR.”

“Ew, yuggy.”

“Sir, it is yuggy, sir!”

Jacob shifts back, then. He turns to look over his shoulder at the sliver of arm peeking out from behind a corner.

“Peaches, you see this shit?” He hollers. “Is this common?”

“Y-yes, sir.” Comes the trembling response.

Jacob hums at that, returning to scrutinising your cunt.

“So this is what the liberal agenda is pushing.” He scoffs. “This is the America I fought for.”

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday 💛

So, in spite of the absolute disaster that has been my life over the past few days, I've finally today been able to keep myself together enough to get words written down for the start of Chapter 16 of The Perfect Storm.

I've been tagged by @oblivions-dawn and @thequeenofthewinter, but I'm not going to tag anyone back at this point though do feel free to tag me in any WIPs... I love to read them! 💛

The pursuit of relaxation was becoming harder and harder for Elyse – no matter where she went and what she did, something would always need to be done or crop up at the most inconvenient of times, just like the recent events at the Honningbrew Meadery.

She was contemplating seeing whether she could just lock herself away in Breezehome for a while just for some peace, but a weird feeling of melancholy settled in when she thought of her home – she had only been in Dragonsreach for a few weeks, a few months at best, but it almost didn't feel like hers any longer. Almost none of her belongings were there from when she helped Lydia tidy after the roof repairs, and it felt more like her housecarl's home than her own afterwards. But Dragonsreach was not her home either. Her existence there was temporary, even if for the long-term, and that thought lingered persistently at the back of her mind. And that wasn't even getting started on the mess which was Lakeview.

Instead of choosing to venture out to wind down though, she instead decided to stay within her temporary home of Dragonsreach to see what more there was to do there. Before long, she found herself sat in the main hall in a table tucked away in a corner, with a few select books she had picked up from the nearby shelves.

She did had to admit though... watching things unfold as Balgruuf handled his daily audiences had their moments on the occasions where they managed to catch her attention.

Some were enough to tug at the corners of her lips because they were quite silly and handled incredibly well by him – including a hunter who had dragged in her 'proof of killing sabre cats which were plaguing the hold', saying that he had put a bounty out for it… just for him to ask Proventus when the last time he had put out a bounty with regard to the creatures, and it turning out to be five years prior and long-since completed. She had overheard the woman grumbling about having to get a refund as she was escorted out by guards.

Other times though… she would wince, because they were just painful to listen to. There were a few occasions where somebody would come in and yell at Balgruuf for not picking a side in the war, where she could see him trying to keep a straight face and a sympathetic ear depending on the circumstances of their need to shout at him, but ultimately having to dismiss each of them because he had no intentions of dragging Whiterun into war until the time came that there would be no other option.

It was during one of the latter scenarios, when she was silently listening as somebody tried to persuade the Jarl of the importance of siding with the Empire, that she ended up with company. She didn't actually notice until a quiet voice piped up from beside her.

"He likes to brag about that sometimes. It's probably because he feels pathetic in comparison."

Body tensing up, Elyse quickly turned her head to the side before letting out a small sigh. Nelkir was glowering at the book in her hands, huffing quietly as she tried to process what he had just said. "I- I'm sorry, what…?" She closed the book, and glanced at the cover for a moment. Olaf and the Dragon. "Who likes to brag about what, exactly? Owning a history book?"

The boy already seemed exasperated at her response. "My father, obviously. He likes to brag that we are descendants of Olaf, and that Dragonsreach is all important… But he's just a foolish old man who can't make decisions except stupid ones, and uses the past to feel all high and mighty."

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

The impact of this price adjustment was evident in the sales figures for July, as the Volkswagen ID.3 achieved sales of 7,378 units in China, in stark contrast to the 1,819 units sold in June. This impressive 305% surge in sales from June to July. Notably, this July figure marks a significant achievement, as the monthly sales volume for this model had never exceeded 5,000 units in the Chinese market during 2021.

Configuration of Volkswagen ID.3

The Chinese iteration of the ID.3 is a product of SAIC Volkswagen, a joint venture between SAIC and Volkswagen. It is offered in two versions: a base configuration priced at 119,900 yuan (16,600 USD) and a higher-end variant with a price tag of 149,900 yuan (20,800 USD). In terms of dimensions, the Chinese version closely mirrors its European counterpart, boasting 4261 mm in length, 1778 mm in width, 1568 mm in height, and a wheelbase of 2765 mm(..)

P.S. Wow! Impressively competitive price! Who wouldn't buy this VW electric car in Europe if the normal version with 57.3 kWh battery costs $20,800, but unfortunately that's not the case here. In Latvia, the price of VW ID.3 Pro with 58/62 kWh battery starts from 35,400 EUR and more expensive, even with state support. It is expensive vehicle for those who usually bought a compact hatchback.

This raises quite a few questions about the extent to which legacy OEMs are lying to consumers about the real costs of production and the difficulties involved in producing EVs. If you count the prices of battery materials, taxes and transport costs, it turns out that properly organized production of electric cars is actually not as expensive as the car companies try to tell us. The actual price of the VW ID.3 should be much closer to the current MG4 prices in Europe...

Yes, yes, the politically correct people will immediately start yelling that Volkswägens is such an "ethical" company and it is not good to insult them prematurely for inflated prices, but the doubt still remains: why the hell are electric cars produced by VW so cheap in China and so outrageously expensive in Europe??? Where does "free trade" remain? Maybe "free trade" is not so free at all and the big companies are just fooling the Europeans!?

After all, VW provided us with "dieselgate" scandal! Now, why would you blindly believe their stories that the VW ID.3 is as damn expensive in Europe as they say, when in China it's a pretty cheap electric car???? After all, VW ID.3 is produced in China in cooperation with SAIC.

I wouldn't be very surprised if MG4 deliveries increase in Europe that VW will suddenly be able to offer MEB platform electric cars at much more reasonable prices...

[frolics-dannilions]

Genshin High School Shenanigans :

Death Creeps In

When Xiao was about to bring Zhongli's wallet to his new workplace, he stumbles upon the creepy girl of his school, Hu Tao, who happens to be the director of the place Zhongli's working. With this weird meeting, the two started to make a weird friendship with each other.

Content Warning: none.

Tags: modern au, high school, fluff

Pairing: Hu Tao x Xiao (HuXiao)

Part: 4

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Keeping someone like Zhongli not spending as much Mora as he could is such a hassle. Hu Tao had to run around the parlor just to keep an eye on him while her father look over as the director for now. She is just a teenager and by the time she come of age, the funeral parlor will be pass down to her. That meant, dealing with Zhongli's even weirder shenanigans every single time of the day.

Examples but not limited to: sneaking up on him during the right times before lunch. Choosing to eat food from a street vendor rather than a kiosk. Preventing Zhongli from venturing off to more expensive places. Stopping him from buying things he likes by the large quantities. And so much more.

Is this what Xiao has to ensure everyday? She asks herself.

"Thank you, Hu Tao." Zhongli thanks her with the most gentlest of manners. "Without you keeping me in check, my wallet will be empty by the end of the week."

Hu Tao only pants her breath and sends him one of her thumbs ups. "No problemo."

Giggling, the old man lends her a hand. "As a sign of gratitude, I must treat you to the finest cuisine we have here." Hu Tao immediately runs up to him and snatches his wallet from his hands. It is so rude of her to do that but she has no other choice. "No more spending, old man!" She yells. "I've had enough. I only have the same amount money as you do so I can't afford to use it all up since they're my allowance."

"I see." Zhongli rubs his chin. "Then the word will be used to thank you for keeping me in check."

"More...like it..." Hu Tao huffs some breath out before returning his wallet back.

After only a week of spying on Zhongli to just doing this, she might have renewed her respect for Xiao. How could he, someone who keeps himself closed, take care of someone who has a spending habit of a billionaire but with the money of a barely getting out of debts college student?

"Are you and Xiao close by any chance?" He asks.

She isn't really ready to answer that after doing all that all day. But Hu Tao dust herself off and clears her throat, "Why do you ask that?" Zhongli just smiles calmly and looks at the exit longingly. Seems like he's reminiscing something but she couldn't really guess. "Never mind. I just want to know if he has new friends."

That is the first time she has seen Zhongli so happy before.

"Thank you for being there for him though."

What does he meant by 'new friends'? Hu Tao thought long and hard. That didn't make any sense. Does Zhongli not know at how famous is so-called 'son' is at school? The guy has girls talking about how pretty he is and not to mention being in the famous clique the 5wirls. But by how he acts, she isn't really blaming he old man for worrying about the poor bird boy.

She makes up her mind to not think about it that hard again and gets herself something to eat at the cafeteria, maybe she'll encounter her friends there and might be engage a rap battle with Xingqiu.

But before she could enter the cafeteria, she is being pull by someone from the back and their pull is very hard for someone who she vaguely sees as scrawny. When her sense finally comes back, it's Xiao!

"Huh?" She scratches her head confusedly. "What do you want, demon boy?"

Xiao blushes at the nickname. He hasn't heard that nickname since his childhood and now some girl in pigtails starts calling him that. What a strange girl...

"I'm just asking you if the plan was successful." He answers, leaning his back against the wall. Trying to act like he's a cool guy. "Was it?"

"Oh," She grimaces. "It did."

"Great."

"But..." That piques him. Hu Tao nibbled the tip of her nail and averts her gaze away from him. "...I didn't think that Mr. Zhongli would be such a kid about spending his Mora."

Xiao clicks his tongue. "Told ya."

He shakes his head before letting her go, "Go. I don't want to stir up some rumors." Says Xiao then walks away from the cafeteria, going back to his class to finish his notes for Ningguang's geography class.

Hu Tao stands there like a statue, watching him getting further and further away. Something inside her wanted him to stay but it's being cover by feelings of confusion. What does he mean by rumors?

"Hu Tao?"

She flinches at the voice, it's only Yanfei. Thankfully.

"Aren't you coming in? Xingqiu is searching for you too." The pink haired girl says as she pulls the brunette inside the cafeteria. It's unusual for her to stay outside alone. Yanfei has a suspicion that something must be going on with Hu Tao and that other boy from her class—Xiao. She doesn't know what but she's sure that they're hiding something.

"Finally!" Chongyun sighed heavily. Seems like the others have gone to not eat their lunches until she comes. Hu Tao crosses her arms and bends forward, "What? Why aren't you guys eating, the food's not good?" She jokingly asks.

Xingqiu drops his book and immediately goes for the rice bowl he paid for. "Haha, good one, Hu Tao." He gives her a dry laugh.

She smirks and sits down next to Xiangling—who's digging her face into her lunch—"Then...when's the rematch?" Asks Hu Tao.

"Rematch?" Xingqiu quirks his eyebrow. "Ah...our rap battle."

He opens his planner from his pockets and checks his schedule. They gotten used to Xingqiu and his limitless pocket space; one time, he even pulled out a two-hundred-page book from there. "This Saturday, does 4 pm sound good?" He asks and shakes her hand. A smile appears on her face, "Deal!"

Closing the book shut, Hu Tao quickly cleans her desk from those heavy text books and runs out of the classroom. This particular day is the day she gets a day off from the parlor and Lumine promised her that she'll be treating her and Yanfei to crepes after school.

As she stops her tracks at her locker, Hu Tao glances excitedly around to spot the blonde. That new crepes place is known to have the tastiest crepes in town so she doesn't want to miss out. And right on sight, she sees those blonde locks with flowers sticking out.

"Lumine!" She calls out.

The twin sister turned around and sees the brunette running to her excitedly. "You ready yet?"

The blonde nods. "Yanfei told me that she'll be joining us later. She needs to run some errands for her granny."

Hu Tao purses her lips together and makes a funny sound, "Darn, that's no fun."

The two girls walks out the gates, continuing their conversation during lunch earlier even about other topics they didn't talk about. Like about Aether amd his group of boys who are so carefree like the wind. About that new transfer student they heard from the rumor about a new first year in Xiangling's class from Sumeru. How difficult Mr. Tighnari's biology class was and how lucky Collei is to be his adopted daughter.

Hu Tao immediately bursts out laughing when Lumine cracks a joke about their Student Council president, Keqing, keeps her position even though she doesn't respect the teachers. But she soon stops when the both of them spot the 5wirls boys, consisting of: Aether, Kazuha, Venti, Heizou, and the one and only conquerer of demons, Xiao.

"Oh, hey, sis." Aether stops them by greeting his twin. Lumine only flashes a smile then ignores her brother. The others got used to it by this point.

"Yo, Xiao." Hu Tao grins.

Xiao gives her nod then glances away. It's very noticeable that he has a pink flush all over his cheeks—or for Heizou it's noticeable.

"Hey, Xiao." Heizou nudges his arm. "Greet her back, don't be such a wussy."

The others laugh at him and join Heizou at teasing the poor bird boy.

"Hey, you two, wait for me!"

Heizou halts his laughing when he hears that familiar deep voice. He peeks his eyes to the girls' direction and finds the two greeting their other friend Yanfei into the group. A small smile forms before continuing to tease Xiao.

"Oh, Xiao likes Hu Tao?" Aether says bluntly—only joining to tease him for fun.

The others turn to the blond with a hint of dumbfounded.

"Dude..." Venti's gotten deeper. "You're way behind the times."

Xiao only stays silent as ever because he doesn't want to be teased even harder than he already was. Why am I even friends with them... He even thinks to himself about that. True, it is weird for someone like Xiao to be friends with someone like Heizou and Venti even Aether. But they are one of the few people who he can respect because they have never judge him for anything strange.

"Where's...Kazuha?" Asks Xiao.

"Kaedehara left earlier." Heizou answers.

An idea pops inside the bright and young up-and-coming detective's mind. "Why don't you go on a date with her?" Heizou prompts his idea to the others. "Wh-what?!" Xiao shrieks.

"That's a good idea, Heizou!" Venti agrees. "How about ask her this Saturday?"

Xiao isn't ready for that sudden burst of enthusiasm from the three of them. Who do they think they are, his adopted siblings?

"S-sh-shut up...!" Xiao shuts it down immediately, he is so flustered that he even can't think straight. "I will not ask that weirdo on a date!"

"I don't have a crush on her!!"

[aedelwine]

12/12/2023: I HAVE JUST STARTED SHADOWBRINGERS. DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT MSQ PAST STORMBLOOD AT ALL. I WILL KILL YOU.

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Sailor / 25 / he+they / Aether / Steam player / WHM main

This is my FFXIV account. (-: I made this because I really needed somewhere to yell and scream and cry about FFXIV without annoying all my friends who don't play and I refuse to create a Twitter account.

I use this blog to literally just dump whatever is in my brain about this stupid game. I will eventually add a dedicated page for my wol. I'm VERY into character building and super emotionally attached to my main wol and other NPCs. I have other characters that exist in my brain that I will inevitably make alts for but currently I'm not finished with msq so I'm focusing on that first. I have also started writing some shit on AO3 that has to do with my wol's backstory which I will link here. Eventually.

I'll post liveblogging here as I play the game, as well as probably any art I make of my OCs. And whatever else floats into my brain. I will likely reblog fanart etc. but as of writing I'm really trying to avoid spoilers so I probably won't venture into tags much if at all.

I live in the American Pacific Northwest and tend to play late night/early morning PST. I solo this game and occasionally play with my two friends who I hate love for getting me into it. I'm a full time online university student and a stay at home spouse. I'm also disabled (mobility aid user) and on the spectrum. I have DID - I won't post about this here. But it might impact my activity on this blog and in game generally so if I disappear for long periods, that's why. My special interest is video games and when I'm not playing them I am cooking and taking care of my pets and playing with my friends. (-:

Please feel free to ask for my Steam! I play primarily on Adamantoise.