#and then suddenly stopping and half-pulling over once we got out of the rain

[sapphic-schizo]

God i’m so fucking sick of driving already people are so FUCKING insane like…how did it all end up like this lol

[2amriize]

˚⟡˖ cuddling with RIIZE

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ᯓ★ SHOTARO

Shotaro had spent the entire day out, as he had been rehearsing all day. You had the day off, so you stayed at home, enjoying some time to yourself. When Shotaro got home, you were already in bed, half asleep, as it was past dinnertime when he arrived.

While you were lying on your side, you felt his arms wrap around you, his body pressing against yours. His head rested on your shoulder, and you opened your eyes slightly.

"Did you just get home, baby? How was rehearsal? Did you have dinner...? Do you want me to make you something? I can…"

"Shhh... Don’t worry, I just want to hold you for a bit. I'll eat something later. You can go back to sleep, honey."

He whispered near your ear as he pulled you closer, caressing your hips while both of you closed your eyes. It felt so good to be in his arms that you quickly drifted back to sleep.

ᯓ★ EUNSEOK

It had been a really long day. Well, not just a day, but an entire week. It was Friday, and you had worked more hours than usual that week. You hardly had any time to rest, and you hadn’t even had the chance to see Eunseok, so you were really looking forward to spending Friday night with him.

When you arrived at his place, Eunseok greeted you with open arms and a smile, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. Still hugging, he led you to the sofa, where you both lay down. He knew perfectly well how exhausted you were, so he kept holding you, covering both of you with a blanket.

“It’s been tough, hasn’t it, princess?” he whispered, gently stroking your hair.

Your faces were only a few inches apart as you looked at each other. After a few seconds, you rested your head on his chest while he continued to stroke your hair, putting on a gameplay video on the TV.

ᯓ★ SUNGCHAN

You and Sungchan were training at the gym. It was quite late at night, which was your favorite time to go since there were usually very few people, but that day, the gym was completely empty.

When Sungchan finished his last set, he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

"Sungchan, I’m all sweaty..."

"So what? I am too. I don’t care, I need to recharge."

He said, resting his head on top of yours, closing his eyes a bit. You smiled, looking at him through the mirror, gently caressing his arms as he tightened his grip on you. You leaned your head against his arms, continuing to stroke him, feeling him relax too much.

"Sungchan, you're going to fall asleep."

Hearing you, he opened his eyes, which looked a little tired, and glanced at you, confused.

"Let’s go home, baby, your caresses have relaxed me too much..."

ᯓ★ WONBIN

You had lunch plans with Wonbin, and you went to a sushi restaurant you both loved. After eating, you had planned to visit a beautiful park you had recently found, but suddenly the sky filled with clouds, and it started raining heavily.

Wonbin didn’t want your date to end there, so he suggested heading back to his place to watch a movie. Once you arrived, you noticed that Wonbin couldn’t stop yawning. You knew he had had a tiring week, so it wasn’t surprising that he was exhausted.

“How about we take a nap?”

Wonbin’s eyes lit up when he heard you, and in less than a second, both of you were lying in bed. Wonbin loved cuddling with you, resting his head on your chest, as his favorite thing was when you stroked his hair.

And that’s what you did. While he gently ran his fingers over your stomach, hugging you, you slowly stroked his hair, just the way he liked it. He fell asleep faster than you expected, which you found so adorable that you considered taking a picture.

ᯓ★ SEUNGHAN

Seunghan loved being cuddled up with you. He loved being physically close to you at any moment, in any place. He just loved having you in his arms. It reassured him to know you were safe and with him.

You also loved how Seunghan held you, always leaving kisses on your cheeks and looking at you with that cat-like smile you adored.

But there was one particular cuddling moment that was your favorite, and he couldn’t deny it. It was the aftercare moment. Sometimes you thought Seunghan was too sweet to be real. He always made sure you were okay and comfortable, staying wrapped around you for as long as you needed.

He loved softly caressing your body, leaving kisses on your neck and fixing your hair. He could spend hours looking at you and telling you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you. But he always ended up falling asleep after making sure you were comfortable and well.

ᯓ★ SOHEE

You and Sohee both loved video games, but what you loved more was playing video games together. Recently, you had bought a two-player multiplayer story mode game for the PlayStation, and you both had become hooked.

But it wasn’t just playing games with your boyfriend that you enjoyed, it was the way you played together. It’s worth mentioning that Sohee wasn’t usually very touchy most of the time, but when you were playing video games, he always let you sit between his legs while he hugged you.

You loved lying with your head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, it was so comfortable. And every time you cleared a level, he’d plant a kiss on your cheek with a big smile, which you found incredibly sweet.

ᯓ★ ANTON

Cuddling with Anton was like a dream. Everyone knew how tall Anton was, but you really felt how big his torso was whenever you hugged him or he hugged you.

It wasn’t uncommon for Anton to be hugging you, as he loved physical contact, especially with you. Most of the time when you were together, Anton would be giving you a back hug while you played with his hands.

But you had a favorite cuddling moment with Anton. It usually happened when you got home after dinner and spent the night together. Tired, Anton would always lie down on the bed, and when you saw him, you’d lie down on top of him. His arms would always wrap around your entire back, pressing you against his body while you both smiled at each other.

You would often stay like that for a while, playing with his hair or gently stroking his face as you talked or shared a few kisses before resting your head on his chest.

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Dancing in the rain ; requested by @wandixx!

He hadn’t been expecting the Signal to chase after him. It is, after all, well after midnight, and he had seen the vigilante out earlier during the day. 

Maybe the Bats are understaffed tonight, he muses as he leaps over the rooftops, a wild grin on his face. Being on the other side of a chase is a lot of fun, he’s discovering. He can see why Selina enjoys it so much.

Though, it probably has to do more with who’s chasing her than it is the chase itself.

But Danny’s become a bit of an adrenaline junkie after a few years of being a hero, fighting ghosts and governments. He’s not a hero anymore, especially not in Gotham, but being Catwoman’s partner in crime is way more fun than being responsible for everyone’s safety.

It’s like he’s doing anything bad, either. Selina can steal whatever she wants; if they couldn’t protect things against her, then should they really have it? Danny doesn’t focus on jewelry or gems. No, he takes ghost artifacts or items contaminated with ectoplasm back to the realms where they won’t cause problems to any humans. There are enough ecto-contaminated people in this world, solely from Amity Park. Best not to let that number grow.

So here he is, leaping over rain-slicked rooftops and only using a little bit of flying to keep ahead, holding a cursed pocket watch that a ghost had requested he return to them, with the Signal chasing after him, disappearing into shadows and popping up unexpectedly. 

“Stray! Get back here!” Signal yells, and Danny takes a moment to spin on his heel to face the vigilante to stick his tongue out at him, then backflips away.

“I didn’t even steal anything important!” he returns, tossing the pocketwatch in the air ahead, then jumps up to catch it and scales his way up to the roof of the next building. 

“Seriously,” Signal says, suddenly in front of him. “Stop running and we can talk this out.”

“Woah!” Danny tries to get around him, trips over his own feet, and crashes into the Signal’s chest. 

“Careful, there.” He looks up to see the Signal’s smile, and he absolutely can not be blamed for having his half dead heart skip a beat. He’s in the arms of a hero who’s smiling at him so sweetly, what’s a guy to do? “Ready to talk now?”

Danny goes intangible for a moment, smoothly sliding out of the Signa’s grip. “Nope,” he grins, starting up the chase once again.

The rain isn’t very strong, and the drops feel cool against his face as he runs, getting a little more air with each jump as he uses more of his flight to keep ahead. He can hear the Signal chasing after him again, heavy footsteps that start and stop unpredictably as he travels between shadows. 

Just to be safe, Danny stashes the pocket watch inside his chest, leaving his hands free to grab onto the rough brick of the walls and scale them up, aiming to go higher and higher. Maybe if he finds a good building, he can dramatically fall off the edge and fly away invisibly. 

“Got you!” 

The Signal pops up out of the wall and grabs Danny, who yelps and tries to pull his arms away. The Signal is too strong, and his tight grip on Danny’s wrists is warm against the chill of the rain. 

They stand there for a moment, just staring at each other as they try to catch their breath. And then, “Is that any way to treat a guy?” Danny jokes, trying one last time to pull his wrists free.

“It is when it’s you,” the Signal replies. “Man, you sure know how to run.”

“I’ll be sure to put that on my resume for my next heist.”

“Seriously, can we talk?”

Danny eyes him curiously. The other Bats mostly tried to take back whatever it is he’d stolen that night, occasionally trying to get information from him. None of them had outright asked to have a chat with him. The Signal at least has some manners, compared to the rest of him. There’s no harm in sticking around for one conversation.

It helps that the Signal is cute, especially when he had saved Danny a few weeks ago. 

Sue him, he’s a bit soft on the Signal. Wouldn’t anyone be with their favorite hero?

“Alright,” Danny says, relaxing. “Go ahead. Talk.”

“Great! Okay, um.” The Signal bites his lip and Danny should really look away, but his eyes are fixed to his mouth. He doesn’t speak for a solid minute, during which Danny really begins to feel the chill of the rain. “Can I get less comments from the peanut gallery?” he says suddenly.

“What?” Danny laughs, confused.

The Signal sighs. “My comms are on. The others are being annoying. If they wanted to ask you questions, they should have caught you first.”

“Oh, protecting me from the big bad Bats? My hero,” Danny says sweetly, pretending to swoon. Except, the Signal follows his movements, releasing his wrists to catch him by the waist, holding him steady. Danny’s breath hitches, and from how close they are, he has no doubt that the Signal heard it. They freeze for a moment, then the Signal dips him like some fainting Victorian maiden.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind sweeping you up in my arms.” The smirk on his face only lasts a moment before he grimace and says, “I shouldn’t have said that on open comms. Man, they’re annoying. It’s not my fault I know how to flirt.”

Danny…

Well. Danny short circuits for a moment, running the words over his mind again, then blushes so hard he’s sure there’s steam coming off his cheeks. “You’re flirting?” he squeaks. “With me?”

“Flirting,” a new voice confirms, making them both jump, stumbling against each other as Black Bat hops down onto their rooftop. “Both shy and silly. I’m better.”

“You can’t even ask out Spoiler,” the Signal retaliates.

“She can’t even WHAT?” Spoiler yells as she also vaults herself over the alley below to join them. “You want to ask me out?”

Though she doesn’t say anything, Danny can practically feel Black Bat’s glare through her mask. The Signal winces, then says, “Oops.”

“Man, you can keep yourself busy, clearly Sig doesn’t need backup,” Spoiler says. “I need to go on a date with Black Bat. The rest of you suckers are on your own!” And then she grabs Black Bat’s hand and grapples away.

There’s a beat of silence, then Danny and the Signal share a glance and start laughing. 

“Well,” Danny says, “Good for them! Good for them.”

“They’re probably just going to Bat Burger.”

“And are you going to be treating me to a burger any time soon? I should be compensated for this conversation, you know.”

“Please, if I was taking you out on a date, it wouldn’t be to Bat Burger. I’d take you out dancing.”

It sounds like a date his dad would take his mom on. It sounds nice. Danny smiles and leans in closer to the Signal, taking hold of one of his hands. With the other, he puts Signal’s hand on his waist, then brings his own up to the Signal’s shoulder. 

“Why not dance with me now?”

Danny leads them in a few clumsy turns of a waltz, silently thanking Sam for forcing him to take a few ballroom dance lessons with her. The Signal seems a little dazed, following his lead, and when he lightly squeezes Danny’s waist, he shivers. 

Catwoman should be done with Batman soon. They had agreed to meet up at the newly opened Vintage Boutique in Diamond District, and he intends to beat her there. 

Reluctantly, Danny pulls away from the Signal with one final spin, and hops up onto the edge of the roof. “If you can find me during the day,” he says, “Then I’ll dance with you again. See you around, Signal!”

And with that, Danny hops backwards off the roof, free-falling towards the ground before he lets gravity lose hold of him and slips into invisibility, flying up just as the Signal peers over the edge, searching for him.

Unable to help himself, Danny floats closer until he can give the Signal a quick kiss on the cheek, then flies off, grinning wildly. 

He certainly can’t wait to see the Signal again. 

Maybe if he hired a few guys to pretend to rough him up while Signal’s out patrolling…

Well, either way, this cat is already half dead so he can jump straight to satisfaction bringing him back. And, hopefully, back into Signal’s arms again when they won’t be interrupted by other Bats. 

He’s already looking forward to it.

. . .

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[taleeater]

In With the Rain [Rewritten]

I didn't like how this turned out the first time so I edited it to make it softer and more in character. :] <3

TMNT Raphael x Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Warnings: illness, fluff, domestic, non-sexual caretaking

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Raphael was waiting for you to get home from work in your apartment. But you’re late. It’s been raining all evening, and he got soaked on his way over. Raph made sure to dry off quickly with a discarded blanket when he let himself inside through your window, so he wouldn’t get your floor wet.

An hour goes by. The cop show he’s watching is getting boring and he wonders if maybe you stopped for groceries on the way home. 

Another half an hour passes, and he’s anxiously checking his phone. He considers going out to look for you, when the lock on your door turns. He stands to attention, and when it’s you who walks through the door, he slumps with relief.

“Where have you been?” He says casually from the couch. You don’t respond, and he notices something is off. You’re swaying in place by the door, struggling to slowly shed your coat off. 

You woke up with a scratchy feeling in your throat this morning. Work ran late. You’d forgotten an umbrella. And your hair is dripping wet. 

It’s been a long day. 

You suddenly slump forward and brace a hand against the wall, hit with a dizzy spell, and Raph immediately rushes to your side at the door. His hands are hovering over you, not sure what you need. 

“Babe?”

You’re panting hard. Raphael wonders if you ran home for some reason and gets worried. He looks around you for any indication as to why you were late and sees no shopping bags to help with. He leaned his head down to try and look into your eyes, trying to get your attention. But he sees your hazy red rimmed gaze and guesses you weren’t feeling very good. Were you okay...? 

“(Y/n), are you sick?”

You lifted your head slowly when you heard his voice, barely registering it as your head swam. Raph held your cheek in his palm and brushed some wet strands of hair out of your face, and felt the scorching heat under your skin. 

You groan tiredly and shut your eyes tight against the light of your apartment. Legs shaking and unsteady, you leaned your weight into Raphael’s offered hand.

“That’s some fever you got… Hey. Let’s get you into bed, okay?” Raph spoke to you softly in his husky voice. You swallowed dryly and barely managed a slight nod, still not opening your eyes. 

Raph took the lead, wrapping an arm around your waist and slowly led you down the hall towards your bedroom. Your legs felt like jelly. The long day running around at work that ran late, the dizzying trudge home through the biting cold rain, you tried to focus on the sight of your door at the end of the hallway but your vision swam with every trembling step. You only managed to get half way before your legs gave out from under you.

“Woah!! Hey, hey, hey, I got you.” Raph was quick to hold you up and support your weight. After some shifting he pulled you close and scooped you up off the floor, carrying you the rest of the way to your room. 

He carefully sat you down on the edge of your bed, watching carefully as you swayed in place trying to stay upright. Your heavy lidded eyes were trained on him as he bent down to pull off your sopping wet shoes and socks.

“....sorry…” You mumbled quietly, exhaling a deep shuddering breath. 

“Don’t be. I gotcha.” Raphael looked at you softly. His brow ridges knit together in concern. 

He reached up and gently pressed a kiss to your heated forehead, making you shudder a sigh. His fingers traced your sides and found the edges of your sweater and shirt.

“Arms up.” He muttered, slowly pulling off the damp fabric. Once it was pulled off, you slumped back onto your bed, panting lightly. He did the same with removing your soggy pants. After the wet fabric was removed, he rushed to your bathroom to retrieve a proper towel and hang up the clothes to dry.

When he returned only a minute later, you were starting to doze quietly on your bed. He snorted at you fondly.

Raph wasn’t always the best at being gentle. But he did his best to dry out your hair and slid on some soft pajamas while you muttered tiredly. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll send your boss a text and ask April to bring us groceries tomorrow.” He crawled up on the bed over you after discarding the towel. “You want some medicine or somethin?”

You made an adorable sour face, scrunching up your nose at the proposition. Raph chuckled. He then reached under you and scooped you up again, agilely pulling down the covers of your bed with his foot before sliding you under the comfy blankets. 

He took a moment to pull out his phone and shoot a quick message to his brothers that he would be staying over with you for a while to take care of you. Mikey immediately responded with heavy exaggerated despair that you were sick. Donnie followed up by asking if he needed to stop by and give you a check up. Leo eventually responded with confirmation that Raph would not be back in the morning, and respectfully wished you well. Raph smirked at his phone as he responded with assurances that he would tell them if you needed anything. Then he felt a small tug on his sash.

He looked over to you, your eyes shiny with fever as you pushed down the edge of your sheets and wordlessly begged him to join you.

Raph’s eyes softened as he gazed at you warmly. He couldn’t say no to you.

Tucking his phone away, he untied his belt and his mask and slipped under the covers beside you. His arm slid beneath your head and other snaked over your waist, pulling you close as you snuggled against him for warmth. Raph buried his snoot in your hair and inhaled the scent of rain, tracing your back comfortingly. 

 Raph looked out the rain pattered window as the city lights illuminated each individual droplet. Your soft, even breathing warm against his chest.

In less than a minute you were soundly asleep. Raph peeked down to check on you, taking in your flushed cheeks and pallid exhaustion. In that moment he resolved himself to take care of you. 

Raph sighed and hugged you closer to him, muttering to himself. 

“……you idiot.”

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Day 4: rainy day

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“This rain will never end,” Spencer whispered, watching the drops of water hit the ground and hugging himself against the breeze.

The storm had caught you on your way to the subway after work and had only given you enough time to take shelter in an awning too far from anywhere else you could enter. He had assured you that it was just a drizzle, but now he wasn't so sure and he was afraid that you would arrive home too late because of the weather.

“We could order a taxi,” you suggested, but he shook his head.

"I run out of battery"

“How wonderful,” you said ironically. The credit on your phone to make calls had run out and the nearest pay phone was probably about three blocks away, so the idea was out of the question.

It had been so long and you had already gotten tired of being in the same position, that you suddenly got rid of your briefcase, placing it aside and began to untie your shoes under your suit.

"What are you doing?"

“I'm going for a walk,” you responded simply. You took off your blazer, placed it on top of the other things and then started walking towards the street.

“Y/N! What are you doing?"

“It's freezing!” you said with a shaky voice, your entire body already soaked from the rainwater and your arms crossed in an attempt to keep warm, but with a smile on your face.

"Love, come back. "You're going to get sick" he half shouted, because it was difficult to hear anything over the noise of the drops. After a few minutes, when your body finally got used to the temperature, you opened your arms and looked at the sky laughing out loud, feeling all the rain falling directly on your face.

“Come here, it's fun” you tried to encourage your boy, who looked at you with a worried expression from his position.

He started listing reasons not to, starting from health hazards to the risk of physically hurting yourself from a fall, but you just walked until you were facing him and asked him again to come with you.

“Why do you want me to get wet?”

“What else can we do now, huh?”

“But my things, and shoes…”

“Just take them off,” you said simply. With your hand you took his and tried to pull him, but he stopped you with the promise that he would come once you let him get rid of the things that shouldn't get wet.

You waited patiently for him to place the clothes next to yours and when his feet were bare he hesitated before taking a step forward.

“It's freezing!” he yelled, just like you had done a few minutes ago. You were elated at the fact that he had dared to do something like that and then you took his hand to pull him a little further towards the street.

The rest of the world didn't even dare to drive by, which left the entire track free for you to take a couple of laps with the noise of your boyfriend complaining in the background. Then you started jumping over the puddles of water and Spencer stumbled over to you so he could catch you in case you slipped.

“You look like a baby giraffe” you mocked, because if the man's walk was already clumsy when you added a smooth, wet floor that only increased. You maneuvered to grab his arm and he did the same, smiling when his gaze met yours “When was the last time you got wet in the rain?”

“I've never done this before.”

“Not even when you were a kid?” you asked, completely surprised, because the rainy season had always been your favorite because you knew you could play in your yard under the drops of water.

“I was a very sickly child and that's why mom preferred me to stay safe and warm inside.”

“Poor kid,” you lamented exaggeratedly, as you carefully reached out with a hand to brush his hair away from his face, something for which he thanked you with a silent gesture. The clothes had already stuck to your bodies and you thought that in some strange way that made him look attractive... or maybe it was just you lusting after your boyfriend at all times.

You noticed that he had been watching you for a few seconds and when you thought about saying something he spoke first.

“How cliché would it be if I kissed you right now?”

"It would be nice. No one has ever kissed me in the rain” you smiled, already feeling the growing excitement in your stomach. Somehow he always managed to make you feel like every kiss was your first.

His large hands held your face and he leaned down just a little to press his lips against yours, while you held his wrists firmly. It was a soft kiss and to a certain extent uncomfortable because of the water that seeped between you, but for you it was quite romantic.

“Now every time I get stuck in the rain I will inevitably think of you.”

“Don't say that,” you whispered, stealing another warm kiss “It'll make me feel sad if we ever break up”

"What are you talking about? That's not going to happen,” he said with determination. "You're never going to kiss anyone again in your life, I'll make sure of that."

“And what about our children?” you asked playfully. The man's eyes lit up because, as you already knew, he fervently wanted to start a family and your initiative made him happy.

“Just our children and that's all”

You smiled and after that you separated from him to start jumping again, although now he accompanied you with more enthusiasm and carelessness. Both of you got two things that day: a horrible cold, and one of the most beautiful memories of your entire life.

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wpuld u consider “I can keep you safe, they’re all afraid of me.” For shadowrot? or really any Cleo ship. because she’s so scary…

Win Secret Life.

There's a certain peace that should come with knowing you'll lose. Etho's not fool enough to believe it's feasible to win; for him, anyway. But that does nothing to dampen the panic, burning bright through him and setting every nerve-ending alight. It's a familiar panic that slips back into his bloodstream, almost like it'd never left. The fear that comes with dwindling numbers, rolling thunder claps, and each audible heartbeat pounding in Etho's ears.

A wild animal that knows it's about to die won't just take it lying down, even if it knows fighting is futile. It'll still gnash its teeth and swipe its claws at anything that moves in its periphery, anything that gets too close or backs it into a corner. And Etho can't help but shake like one, pacing in the same stretch of grass until it flattens to dirt, churning every possible move in his head. A chessboard only Etho's been dropped in halfway through the game and he doesn't know where half the pieces are.

The task book weighs a million pounds, strapped to his waist, where the words taunt him again and again.

Win Secret Life. Win Secret Life. Win Secret Life. Win Secret Life.

"Hey—"

Their base had been overrun, what little defenses they'd managed to build ripped to pieces. It's not safe there, really, but it's not safe anywhere. Least of all out here in the open, the night sky an oppressive, suffocating weight draped over him, rivaled only by the silent stone statue at his back, hands outstretched, non-existent eyes cold and empty. This place is crawling with red names, it'd only take a second for them to come raining down upon him like hellfire.

"Etho."

Grian's gone, too. Not gone gone, but somewhere Etho can't see him, which is almost just as bad. That panic is an unfamiliar one that sinks its teeth into him, like the cornered animal is trapped somewhere inside of him instead, desperately trying to chew its way out. It's always been just him, by the end. He's had allies, sure— beneficial things to have, like weapons or gunpowder or redstone— but if he'd end up alone that would've been fine.

Would have been.

Where the hell is Grian?

"Etho!"

He stumbles, ripping from his mindless pacing by a pair of wide, heavy hands gripping him by the shoulders. Pale, green fingers twist into the fur lining Etho's collar. He stares at those hands, taking longer than it should have to remember that they belong to someone. He lifts his head, eyes suddenly heavy and tired as he faces Cleo whilst simultaneously avoiding her gaze.

With nowhere to go, his legs stagnant, the anxiety festers. A burst of kinetic energy bubbling underneath his skin like a boiling pot with the lid left over it. He tries not to shake. He doesn't know if it works.

"Cleo," he says, swallowing a gasp his body tries to force out. "We've gotta— We need to find somewhere to set up, fortify. Maybe team up with Bdubs and the others— we're outnumbered. They're stacked, they've got Gem, Joel, Scott—"

"Etho, stop." Cleo jostles him by the shoulders, pulling him in close enough that he couldn't squirrel away even if he tried. Her eyes are red. Nauseatingly red, so deep Etho can't believe he hadn't noticed them before now. "Stop, you need to calm down."

"If we don't act now it will be too late," Etho says, reaching for Cleo's wrists, though he's not confident whether it's to push her off or steady himself. Either way once his fingers have found her pulse point, he can't bring himself to let them go.

Cleo's face, usually stone carved sharper than any sword's edge, softens. Her eyes dim, her mouth tilts up at the corner, and she loosens her grip on his collar. The only thing keeping her hands there at his neck are Etho's. Now he's shaking.

"It's already too late," she says, and its the kind of news that should be delivered with a somber, hung head and the unspoken apology too dense to ignore, let alone breathe through. But Cleo's not sorry. She's smiling at him and he's never seen her more relaxed.

It terrifies him.

"No," he says, shaking his head. "No, it's not. We're still here. We can— We can do something, we just gotta find Grian."

"And do what?" Cleo says, raising an eyebrow at him. Her heartbeat is steady. Calm. Everything a red name at the end of their rope shouldn't be. "Aren't you tired of dying scared and alone and desperate?"

I'm tired of dying, Etho can't bring himself to say. I'm tired of trying and it never being good enough.

Instead, all he can do is nod.

"Then let's go out our way." Cleo grins at him, and it's the first thing to loosen that iron-like grip his ribs have on his heart. "Y'know, causing mayhem, being nasty."

It's tempting. There's few others (if any) Etho'd rather spend his final hours with. Because these are the final ones, if they even have that long, and no amount of panicking or planning or trap-setting will undo the scales that've been tilted against them from the beginning. But the thing about scared animals is that they're stubborn. And no matter how much he wants to give in and let go, he'll never be able to rid himself of that instinct. Not to win, but to survive.

"But the others— They'll be on our tail the whole time." What if they don't have the time to do anything? To live their final moments how they want; just because you don't want to fight doesn't mean everyone else will spare you the same courtesy.

"I'm not scared of some bumbling red names," Cleo says, her words as vicious as they are confident as she finally lets him go, forcing him to drop his hands down by his sides. But she doesn't leave him. She stays right there, within arm's reach, as she tugs free a flint-and-steel from her pocket. "I can keep you safe. For now, anyway. They're all afraid of me."

The laugh that bubbles out of Etho is a quiet, private one that hurts coming up. But he wouldn't have it any other way. "You are pretty scary, Cleo," he says. "What do you wanna do?"

"I think burning Scar's house is a good start," she says, flipping the flint-and-steel in her hand before activating it, watching the small flame dance.

[sports-on-sundays]

idk if you’re taking requests but could you do a fluff with rodrigo riquelme where him and the reader enjoy a rainy day indoors

rainy days / Rodrigo Riquelme

Summary: sunny!Rodrigo x girlfriend!cloudy!reader - A little bit of rain won't stop you and Rodri from having a fun day together. Fluff so sweet it might rot your teeth.

Warnings: thunder & lightning

Requested?: Frick yes!

Author's Note: My friend, I'm so happy someone requested for him that I probably actually blushed when I opened my inbox and saw this. I am your certified no. 1 Roro girlie, here at your service! 🫡

Just as you enter the living room where Rodrigo has been waiting for you for the last half hour to finish getting ready, it starts raining.

"Nooo!" you whine, your hands going to your face in dismay. "You have got to be kidding me!"

Rodrigo sets down his phone, frowning, looking out the window. "And it looks like it won't be stopping anytime soon... Look at all those dark clouds over there!" He leans back at an angle to get a better view.

You plop down next to him, crossing your arms, and murmur, "And I got all dressed, too, in this brand new dress. Now I have to go change, since we can't even go out..."

"Hey, wait," Rodrigo says, turning to look at you for the first time since you entered the room. "You don't have to go change. You look lovely in that dress."

"Don't be silly. It's a sundress. I'm not going to be wearing a bright yellow sunny sundress when it's pouring outside and we're stuck indoors!"

"Aw!" he grins, his eyes sincere. "Why not? I'm here, and I think you look adorable in it. I'm certainly impressed, even though you took an hour and a half getting ready."

"You sure?"

"Of course I am!" he laughs, pulling you into a hug, kissing your cheek, like he's snuggling with a teddy bear. "I'm so glad you decided to wear that dress, rain or shine!"

"Well..." you smile softly, blushing deeply. "I was hoping you'd think it's pretty."

"See?" he grins. "I do, so there's nothing to worry about. And I'm sure we can find plenty of fun things to do inside. Come on!" He grabs your hand, pulling you up to stand with him.

He leads you to the dining room, where he has your picnic blanket and lunches on the table. You click your tongue in disappointment. "We can't even have our picnic."

But Rodrigo looks at you with cheery eyes. "Sure we can!"

"Rodrigo, it's pouring!"

"We can have it inside!"

You frown, crossing your arms, and say bluntly, "That's stupid."

"No, it's not. Come on." He picks up the lunch and goes to the living room. He lays out the soft blanket on the floor and lays the food out. "No reason we can't have it right here. Here- and I'll open the windows, too, for some fresh air."

"Wait, no-" you suddenly say nervously, sitting down on the blanket.

He stops with his hand on the window's handle. "Why not?"

"I..." you hesitate, before continuing softly "What if it turns into a lightning storm...?"

Rodrigo smiles softly. "Then I'll close them. We'll be fine."

"You're sure?"

"One hundred percent," he chuckles, opening the windows. As he sits down next to you and begins taking out the food, you have to admit, the breeze does feel nice, and you like the sound of the rain outside.

So you sit together and eat your indoor picnic, and once you finish, Rodrigo lays down and pulls you down with him, murmuring, "Wanna just cuddle?"

"Sure," you chuckle. You have a very cuddly boyfriend.

So you just lay together, arms around each other. You rest your cheek against his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair, and you both stay silent, just contently listening to the pattering of the rain falling outside.

Suddenly, though, there's a loud crack of thunder, and you flinch, letting out a little squeal, and automatically take two fistfuls of the soft pullover sweatshirt Rodrigo is wearing.

He chuckles softly, leaning away a bit to look at you. "You scared?" he asks teasingly, but also softly.

"Can- Can you just close the windows please?"

He smiles and nods, before hopping up to do so. Once they're closed, he asks, "You're scared of thunderstorms?"

You pout a little, sitting up on the blanket. "Maybe."

"Aw," he grins. "Cutie."

You lick your lips, rolling your eyes, and cross your arms. "Whatever."

But suddenly, lightning flashes, and you jump again, biting your lip nervously, before tucking your knees to your chest and resting your face in your arms.

"Hey, hey," Rodrigo says gentler, sitting next to you. "It's okay..." He wraps his arms around you, which does add a lot of comfort. After a while of him just holding you, he says, "Hey, why don't we do something to get your mind off it? Why not play a board game or something?"

You swallow and nod, before clearing your throat and saying, "Alright. Sounds good to me."

He nods. "M'kay. You wait here; I'll be right back with a board game for us to play, yeah?"

You nod, and he's off. But only for a moment, because soon he's back with a Sorry! box in his hands. He sits down next to you, and you're just beginning to take the board out of the box when suddenly, there's another loud crack of thunder, and a second later, the room goes black.

"Rodri!" you gasp, clinging to him, burying your head in his chest.

He laughs softly and rubs your back. "It's okay. The electricity just went out, is all... There's nothing to be scared of... I'm right here..." he soothes gently.

The fact that Rodrigo knows you also have a fear of the dark- that's really not helping your situation. "But... what if... I don't know..." you sigh, leaning away. "How are you not scared?"

He shrugs with a little smile. "I like storms. And there really is nothing to be scared of. The chances of lightning hitting us is so incredibly low, there's no reason to worry."

"But..."

"Hey." He gently tilts your head up to meet his sincere eyes, which you can just barely see in the dark room, with the electricity now out. "Chin up, princess. Your crown is falling," he teases.

You sigh with a nervous smile and nod.

"And do I look scared?"

You frown. "No."

"Then there's no reason for you to be scared, either."

You pout. "That's not fair for you to say. You're, like, a footballer and travel and stuff. You do scary things all the time."

He grins. "Have I ever been killed playing football? Have I ever been killed flying in a plane or driving in a bus? Clearly not, because I'm sitting here right now looking at the most beautiful girl in the world. So what makes you think that we're going to get killed in a thunderstorm?"

You shrug with a more genuine smile. "Nothing."

His grin widens. "There you go. Besides, I think we're far too important to get killed in such a dumb way as getting struck by lightning. You know? I think we've got far more life to live than that."

Now you match his grin. "Alright, alright. You've won me over. Now, you're getting pretty obnoxious: just looking at me so cute, and not even kissing me or anything."

He giggles a bit and says, "Well, sorry!" before cupping your chin and leaning in for a kiss, spreading his sunny, cheery, happy-go-lucky aura around you, despite the rain and wind and thunder and lightning outside.

When he pulls away, you're about to lean in for more, but just then, he slaps his thighs and says, "Now, let me go get a candle, so we can get to playing Sorry!"

You smile softly as he walks off with a skip in his step.

Oh, Roro.

Soon, he's back with the candle. It takes him four tries and some taunting giggles from you until he's able to light the match and the candle before it going out first. When he finally does, he lets out a relieved sigh and says with a laugh, "Finally!"

"'Finally' is right! Rodrigo Riquelme, public enemy number one- when it comes to matches!"

He grins and nods, very, very, slowly and carefully setting the candle down next to the playing board, before you get playing.

You end of beating his socks off in Sorry!. "There!" you grin, setting your last piece in the 'home' tunnel. "Professional Hasbro Sorry! player right here! No, no, really, it's okay- I can give you my autograph!"

This, though it's not particularly hysterical, sends your boyfriend into a fit of laughing. He just tends to find you funnier than most people. One of his friends could say the exact same thing, and he might give a small chuckle.

And you laugh with him, because you love the sound of his laughter.

Finally, he begins cleaning up the board, a smile still lingering on his face, as he says, "Look at us. A pro footballer and a pro board game player. Power couple one hundred right here."

"You got that right," you chuckle, before a sudden, big yawn comes on you.

Rodrigo looks up with a little sparkle in his eyes. "You getting sleepy?" he asks as he closes up the Sorry! box.

You shrug, smiling back. "Dark, gloomy days make me more tired."

"Gloomy?" he asks, standing up. He holds his hand out to you, and pulls you up to stand as well. "I don't think this day has been gloomy at all."

"What do you mean? The weather is crap."

He sets the board game box on the end table by the couch, before coming back to you and linking his arms around your back, looking you straight in the eyes. "Gloomy is the last word I would use to describe seeing my gorgeous girlfriend in such a pretty dress," his voice softens, and so do his eyes as he continues, "It's the last word I'd choose for having a picnic with her- indoors or not, or getting to cuddle with her. I would never, ever say getting to joke around with you, and laugh with you, is gloomy. I think getting to spend time with you, playing a board game, is the exact opposite of gloomy, actually."

You grin and throw your arms around him. "I love you so much! You know that?"

He kisses your cheek with a loud 'mwah!' before promptly lifting you up and bringing you to the couch. "I love y-"

"Now what are we doing?"

"My goodness!" he laughs. "You don't even let me say it back!" he jokes as he lays down on the couch, letting you lay on top of him.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Say it back."

"I! Love! You!" he giggles, and in between each word pecks your lips. "Now, I think it's time for you to go to sleep, sleepyhead."

You smile, nuzzling into him. "Alright. I'm down for that."

"Good," he whispers with a content sigh, before his hands begin absently loosely braiding your hair.

Your eyes flutter closed, and just as you're drifting off to sleep, you feel a sleepy sigh from Rodrigo, and you're not sure if it's his voice really, or just a fragment of your sugar sweet dreams, but you perceive the soft whisper from Rodrigo murmuring, "Oh, Y/n. Whatever would I do without my Y/n?" and his soft lips kissing you goodnight.

[ashestoroses018]

Things Can Only Get Better (Part One)

Originally posted in 2017. 18+

It is late October, 1985, when your car breaks down near your old friend's house on a freezing, rainy night. What you thought would be an uneventful and awkward night with someone you've barely spoken to in over four years has, quite literally, turned your life Upside Down.

Steve Harrington/reader, one-sided Dustin/reader

It's with a heavy heart that you walk up to the front door of your ex-friend's house. The thing is, it's raining quite heavily outside, and you're not fond of the idea of walking around at night in Hawkins, with all the weird shit that's happened the last few years; much less walking alone at night when it's raining heavily.

Knock, knock. You wait. It's likely his parents aren't home, but you're certain Steve, himself, is, because you've heard that he hasn't gone out partying as much recently, especially since Nancy Wheeler dumped him. After a moment with no response, you ring the doorbell, hoping you aren't waking him up, considering it's after 9.

“Come on, Steve,” you grumble under your breath, already starting to freeze half to death in the late October weather.

“Coming!” You hear him shout from inside. Oh, thank God. After a moment, he opens the door.

Your eyes meet his sheepishly, and a look of unmasked shock crosses his face. “Hey, Steve. Been a while, huh?”

He just nods; after a moment, it seems like he realizes that you're dripping wet. “Oh shit. Come on in. Let me get you a towel. What the hell happened?”

You follow him to the bathroom, explaining all the while that your car broke down a few blocks back, and his house was the closest of anyone you know.

“Shit. It's freezing out there. You're ice cold.”

“Thanks, Steve. You didn't have to do this. It's been forever since we were friends.”

He sighs as he helps you dry your hair, while you focus on warming yourself up with the other towel. “I'm sorry about that, you know. I've missed you the last few years.”

You glance up and accidentally meet his eyes, suddenly realizing just how close your faces are. Heat rises unbidden to your face. “I've missed you, too. What the hell happened to us, Harrington?”

Subconsciously, you pull away from him by a few inches, as he stops drying your hair to respond. “A lot of stuff, I guess. Once high school started, we sort of just...went our separate ways?”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, you got caught up with those assholes and became King Steve, while I stuck around with my nerdy friends.”

Steve coughs and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “My friends were idiots. I feel like a dumbass for even having hung out with them.”

“Shit happens, Steve. Can I use your shower?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. I can grab you some dry clothes, too.”

“That'd be awesome. Thank you.”

He tosses you a nod and half-wave as he walks out of the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, so you can undress in privacy. What a turn of events, indeed. Aside from a few awkward hellos and short conversations during shitty parties, you and Steve haven't talked since, what, '81?

As you wash your hair, you think over the last couple of years. Since Steve and Nancy had dated, you'd noticed a change in the boy, as had everyone else. It knocked him out of the “top tier” of high school popularity; but if you're being honest, for you, it feels like your old best friend is coming back. Maybe there's hope for your friendship, yet.

A few minutes later, Steve shouts through the door that he's putting clothes onto the toilet and not looking. You just laugh and thank him, imagining that awkward look from earlier painted across his face once again.

It's when you're half-dressed in Steve's spare pajamas (why'd he give you pajamas? Was he assuming that you'd just stay the night, like you used to do in elementary school?) that are about four sizes too big for you, that there's a frenzied rush of knocks and doorbell rings on the front door.

“Steve! Open up! It's Dustin. We have an emergency, and we weren't sure where else to go but here. Please hurry!” You're not a hundred percent sure who Dustin is, but it doesn't seem like Steve is going to answer the door, so you wrap a towel around your hair and run back to the front door.

When you swing it open, you're greeted by the surprised gazes of six fucking kids. “Who the hell are you?” asks a kid who sounds like the 'Dustin' from before.

“I'm F/N L/N. You could say I'm an old friend of Steve's. You guys okay?” It isn't hard to figure out that the kids are absolutely terrified.

“Just let us in.” A black-haired kid interjects, and you just nod. “Where's Steve?”

“He's around here somewhere. Go sit in the living room, or some—holy shit, are you okay?!” A red-haired girl is nursing a huge cut on her arm. “Oh shit, don't go to the living room. Mrs. Harrington will have a conniption, if blood gets on her carpet.” At least she will, if she's the same as I remember, you think idly. “Kitchen. Come on.”

The six younger teens follow you to the kitchen. As the redhead sits down, mentioning offhand that her name is Max, Steve happens to walk into the kitchen.

“What the hell are you guys doing here? Shit, Max, are you okay?”

“Does it look like I'm okay, numbnuts? I'm gushing blood right now, and you were the only place we could go. Hop would lock El back up for another year, if he found out.”

A chorus of agreements sound from the boys, while the other girl just nods silently. She must be El.

“How the hell did you do this to yourself, Max?” you ask her quietly, as you press a clean dish towel onto her wound.

She exchanges a meaningful look with her friends. “We can't tell you.”

“Look, dude, I'm not going to tell anybody. I don't really give a shit; it's just that I need to know how deep the cut goes and what type of cleaning I should do. Steve,” you address the slightly older teen, turning to face him. “I need you to get the purest alcohol you have, okay?”

He nods, while Max just stays quiet.

“Seriously, Max. You don't want me poking this thing to see how deep it is. Did you get stabbed or something?”

She shakes her head. After a moment, the other girl speaks up. “Demogorgon.”

You blink. “The demon prince? You hurt yourself playing DnD?”

“Oh my God, you play DnD? Steve finally picked a cool girl to date,” the curly-haired boy – Dustin – says, excitedly.

“Not dating,” Steve says with a tone of finality. “Here's the strongest shit my mom has.”

“Do you have a needle and some dental floss? I'm going to have to stitch her up. Max, you should really be in the hospital. This shit is bad.”

The girl gives you a look that brooks no argument. “That's out of the question. My stepdad would kill me.”

With a sigh, you nod. “Steve. Needle and floss. Quickly. The bleeding isn't slowing, and if this shithead isn't going to go to the hospital, we need to stitch her up.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Are you seriously going to stitch her up?” the African American boy asks suddenly.

“Yeah.”

“Be...be careful.”

“Boyfriend?” you ask Max in a slightly teasing tone. She just nods, with a slight blush. Cute. “Okay, Max. This is going to sting like a fucking bitch, but I don't have anything better. Steve's family isn't the best about keeping first aid kits.”

“Wait, I just found one under the sink,” says the only kid you actually recognize – the Byers kid. Will.

“Thanks, Will. Can you hand it here? Let me see if there's any alcohol wipes in here. Uses a different kind of alcohol, but it has basically the same effect. Max, hold the towel on your arm, okay?”

Not waiting for her to answer, you begin rummaging through the first aid kit. You find some gauze wrap, which will help a lot, as well as some antibiotic ointment. After a further few moments of searching, you find a singular alcohol wipe. That's not going to be enough for her giant cut – that thing spans nearly her entire forearm.

“Looks like we're using the vodka after all, Max. Sorry. Like I said, this is going to burn like a bitch.” You grab some cotton balls out of the first aid kid, before dousing three of them at once. “Breathe in, okay?”

She nods, as you begin gently cleaning the wound from the outer edges, inwards. As you take a closer look at it, with the blood being cleared off, you realize it looks like some sort of bite wound, rather than a slice or anything like that. You look up and make eye contact with Dustin, and he averts his eyes. Looks like the kid knows what you realized.

“What the fuck kind of animal in Indiana bites like this?” you ask under your breath.

Again, the quiet girl speaks up. “It's not an animal. It's a demogorgon.”

“El,” hisses the kid you suddenly realize is Nancy's younger brother, Mike. “why are you telling her? We don't even know her. Party rules, remember?”

“Well, Mike...She's kinda involved now, isn't she?” asks Max's boyfriend.

Dustin and Will nod in agreement. “Majority rules,” El says simply, right as Steve walks back into the room.

“We telling F/N about our double life then?” he asks, almost jokingly, but, even after all this time, you know him well enough to realize he's dead serious underneath the sarcastic facade.

Mike sighs. “I guess. Who wants to explain this shit?”

“I'll do it. She's my friend, so it makes sense that I tell her, right?”

“What the hell is going on, Steve?” you ask, before realizing he brought the needle and dental floss. “Disinfect the needle. Boiling water, ten minutes.”

“How do you know all this shit?” he asks, complying.

“Don't worry about it. Why don't you start telling me about your secrets first, hm?”

“Okay, but you need to trust us. This is completely, a hundred percent true, no matter how crazy and unbelievable it sounds. We could literally be killed for telling you. We all signed documents and shit saying we wouldn't spill.”

You blink in surprise. You've never heard Steve so serious before. “Alright. I'll do my best to believe you.”

He takes a deep breath, turning to you after he starts heating a small pot of water on the stove. You briefly meet his eyes, before returning to disinfecting Max's injury. You've gone through at least 20 cotton balls by now. You're going to run out soon, at the rate this is going. Glancing up at Max, you give her a warning look, which she seems to understand, before you pour some vodka directly onto the skin surrounding the bite. She hisses in pain, which makes you wince, but she says nothing, instead choosing to clench her teeth.

While you finish up disinfecting her and Steve puts the needle into the now-boiling water, Steve explains what has allegedly happened over the last two years here in Hawkins, and that it's been a year since the last time anything happened – but it seems like that quiet is going, now that Max just got bitten by one of the sons of bitches; it sounds like she was lucky to survive and only did so because of Eleven – which is apparently El's full name.

“Needle's done,” Steve says, after a moment of silence.

“Okay. Wash your hands, then dry it with a piece of gauze. Then bring it to me. Max, you should probably take a shot of vodka. The pain's going to be way too much otherwise.”

“Are...are you sure? I'm only fourteen.”

“Do you want to be screaming like a little bitch?”

“No, not really.”

“Okay, then. You're gonna take a shot. It's gonna taste like shit, but it's gonna be nothing compared to the pain of getting amateur stitches with no anesthetic.”

She nods, understanding. Steve brings over the needle and a shot glass. You thank him with a smile. At the moment, you can't even fully comprehend the story you were just told – and you're a little shaky about the fact that you're about to stitch a kid back together, quite literally.

Even with the liquor in her system – and it definitely is, judging by her red face – Max is squeezing her eyes shut, with tears coming out of her eyes. Steve whispers to the boyfriend, Lucas, that he should go hold her hand, which he does after a moment. Max thanks him with a look of gratitude; it's obvious she doesn't quite trust her voice, at the moment, as her teeth are still clenched.

Ten minutes later, she's fully stitched. “Okay, Max. Almost done. We're just gonna put some antibiotic on it, then wrap your arm, okay? If you don't want your parents finding out, I suggest wearing long sleeves for the next couple weeks. We're going to need to change your gauze every few days, though. And I need to check on the stitches every few days, to make sure you aren't getting infected. Where do you live? Or do you just want to meet somewhere?”

Steve stares at you in a mix of shock and awe. “Seriously, where the hell did you learn this shit, F/N?”

“It doesn't matter, Steve. I'm trying to help her and make sure she doesn't get an infection, despite being an idiot.”

“Fair enough. You guys staying here tonight?”

After a moment, the kids nod. Steve sets them up in the living room to sleep, with the understanding that they'd explain exactly what the hell happened tonight in the morning; after all, it's after midnight, and the kids are obviously exhausted.

After they're set up, Steve comes up to you. “That was fucking amazing, F/N. Seriously, where'd you learn to do all that?”

“Look, Steve. I...don't want to talk about it right now. Let's just say it has to do with some serious emotional baggage, okay?” You give him a strained smile, as you clean up the massive mess in the kitchen. He moves to help you.

“Alright. Just...tell me when you're ready, okay? I think it's awesome that you were able to help them. I wouldn't have had any idea what to do.”

“They obviously trust you a lot, Steve,” you say, leaning against the counter and facing him with crossed arms, while he picks up some of the garbage you missed.

He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck before meeting your eyes. “I'm a damn good babysitter.”

You can't help but giggle at the look on his face. “I have no idea what the fuck I just got into, but I missed you, Harrington.”

“I missed you, too, L/N. Thanks. Seriously.”

After you've cleaned the kitchen, you look over at Steve. “Where should I sleep?”

You don't want to tell him that you're a little bit freaked out after their unbelievable tale, and that you don't want to sleep alone. Luckily – or perhaps, unluckily – he notices almost immediately that you're nervous. He comes close to you, so you can hear him whisper without the risk of the kids overhearing.

“You can sleep in my room if you need to, F/N. You look terrified.”

You try to break the tension with a little joke. “You won't try anything, Harrington?”

“Never. You need to be protected, right now. Not taken advantage of.”

It's at that exact moment you realize Steve Harrington has become someone worthy of every ounce of trust and care you could afford him – a dangerous feeling, indeed.

[othernicknameisgaslighter]

The Wisp pt. 6

(Cross posted on tumblr and AO3)

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The rest of the day, Five seemed distracted. Finally, when Y/N asked him what was up and he led them to an old department store, empty and closed up for the night. It was pitch black and raining.

Y/N and Five walked up to the sliding glass doors and he looked at the girl. "Stay here for me, would you?"

"Why are we here?" Y/N asked him, looking around inside through the window, though it was dark and she couldn’t even see anything.

"You'll see," He jumped inside.

Sighing, Y/N leaned her back against the windows and started fiddling with the hem of her shirt once again. About two minutes in, she heard gunshots fire.

"Five!?" Y/N turned and kicked the glass twice, smashing it. She ran inside and there were two shooters, both with rifles. She could only see their silhouettes but swore they didn't have human heads.

Y/N crouched down and had her back to a metal pole, probably a clothing rack, and breathed in slowly.

Loud shots fired and Y/N ducked down, covering her head while trying to avoid getting hurt. She heard a loud ‘clink!’ and cursed when she realized her mask had been chipped by a stray bullet.

 She grabbed the missing piece of porcelain from the ground and pocketed it. When the bullets stopped firing,  she kept running as fast as she could.

Y/N grabbed a shoe and threw it in the opposite direction to distract the shooters. She stopped and crouched down before being met with Five. 

"Watch out!" Five said and dived at her. He tackled her to the ground and landed on top of her. Two isles away the two shooters were firing half their ammo at where they'd just been.

"We gotta get out of here." Five said breathlessly. Y/N nodded as she heard a loud racket and a couple of shots fired where it was. He slipped his hand into her’s, ready to jump at a moment's notice. 

And together, they ran. They ran together silently until Five pulled away. "Where're you going?" Y/N whispered.

"I gotta get something!" He yelled over his shoulder, running the opposite direction we were meant to be going.

"Over there!" The bullets came and we both fixed for cover.

"I get the girl you get the boy," One of the shooters said. Her voice was muffled which meant they were in fact wearing masks.

She gritted her teeth as she focused and pushed a clothing rack a few aisles away from her with her ability. They shot over where the noise was made. Hopefully, she could cause a distraction so they could waste their bullets. 

As she made her way through the clothes, away from Five and towards the door. Behind me, a gun went off. Five appeared next to Y/N, half a mannequin in hand. "Ok let's go." He said.

She nodded as he grabbed a backpack from behind then and shoved the mannequin inside. He put it on and grabbed Y/N’s hand, running down the aisle exposed. Bullets rained over them and Five yelled.

Her vision went blurry and blue for a moment and when it faded, they hadn't moved. Y/N suddenly slammed him into cover.

"Thanks for the cover." Five smirked. He grabbed Y/N’s wrist and dragged her as he ran. Y/N took a breath and continued flinging racks of clothing from the opposite of them as well as hangers of clothes over at the assassins.

The two assassins fired at them with much better accuracy before Five let go of Y/N’s wrist and they vaulted over a register. "Got 'em!" They spun and saw them.

One, wore a blue cartoon bear mask. The other, Y/N guessed, was female and wore a pink rabbit mask. They both had their guns aimed at their faces, torches shining in their eyes. 

Behind them outside, sirens wailed. They all looked and saw cops pulling up in the parking lot. While the assassins were looking, Y/N and Five dived behind another register.

"The bastard jumped again." The man said.

"Come on," The woman said. "Let's go."

Y/N heard their footsteps fade away, they were leaving. Breathing hard, she grunted before asking, "What's that for?"

"This is Delores." Five said, almost offended.

“Nice to meet you Delores.” She said, still out of breath and slightly shaken. She was too tired to care about why some mannequin was so important to Five anyways.

"Why didn't you just fling them away?" Five asked.

“Like you, I didn’t eat anything.” Y/N said as she coughed violently. Five pointed to her face.

“Your mask.” Five said.

Y/N cursed as she felt the jagged hole in her perfect mask and breathed harder before standing up. “We gotta go back. C’mon.” She said, not bothering to help Five up as he grabbed Delores and the two headed back to the Umbrella Academy. 

Five couldn’t help but notice how sensitive Y/N was about her mask. The way she panicked made him confused. What was so bad about her face that she needed to hide it.

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Y/N sighed, rubbing her eyes as she looked at her face in the bathroom. She gritted her teeth, tense, as she glued the porcelain piece back onto her mask. She exited the bathroom with a shaky sigh before going upstairs to Five’s room.

In his room, Y/N grabbed a random book to read and clicked on a lamp. She sat next to Five as he muttered something, hugging Delores tightly in his arms. Y/N flipped the book open and started to read for a while with a slight frown. ‘That’s stupid, why would he even like her? She’s mean and rude and more of a pushover than anything! And what’s the point of world-building for FIVE CHAPTERS only to have twenty chapters in the first place? Also, what’s up with the-

Her train of thought was interrupted as she felt a weight on her shoulder. She turned her head to see Five sleeping on her shoulder, his hold on Delores was looser now.

Y/N smiled slightly as she looked down at him before going back to reading the book. After a few minutes, Five shuffled around and his eyes parted open slightly. “Y/N?” Five muttered. She turned to him with a confused look as he continued to speak, “You’re okay… You’re alive.”

“Yeah, I’m alive Five.” Y/N said quietly. Something about the way he looked broke her heart, like it was being stabbed. “I’m right here.”

“Don’t ever leave me…” Five said as he relaxed back into her shoulder. Y/N stayed silent before nodding.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever leave you.” She said as Five started to drift off to sleep again, but this time with a slightly sleepy smile. Y/N frowned, what did he mean by that? Maybe it was something about the apocalypse? She’d have to ask him in the morning…

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Five woke up, Delores in his arms, but Y/N was nowhere to be seen. The lamp was off and the book she was reading was on a nightstand. He looked around before Y/N came in with a steaming cup of coffee and a box. She looked at him with a smile, “I’ve got coffee. Don’t worry, it’s not the shitty kind.” She said and handed him his coffee. “Black, right?”

Five nodded as he took a sip. He slightly smiled, “Thank you, Y/N...” He said.

“It’s no problem,” She said.

“When’d you wake up?” Five asked. Y/N shrugged.

“Never went to sleep.” The girl said casually, as if it was normal to pull an all-nighter. Five gave her a concerned look and she elaborated. “I don’t need to sleep. At least not for a few days.”

“And how many days has it been since you’ve slept?” Five asked. Y/N stayed silent, changing the subject.

“You have to deal with that wound.” Y/N pointed to the bullet wound in his arm that probably grazed him last night.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“No you won’t.” Y/N said as she opened the box in her hands to reveal a first aid kit, “Let me help.” She said.

Five reluctantly took off his shirt as Y/N sat down beside him and started to clean his wound. Five frowned slightly before speaking, "You get any?" He asked me when Y/N picked up the needle.

"No." She threaded the needle.

"Lucky,"

Y/N had it done in about 13 minutes and Five finished it off with a bright yellow kids plaster. He got dressed, zipped up Delores's bag, and opened a window. "We can leave normally." Y/N commented, following him out the window.

"Less conspicuous." Five said, grabbing Delores's bag. Y/N, although hesitant, followed him out the window.

All the windows in the house had small black rail balconies outside. Thankfully, they were all connected by stairs and ladders in a maze of wires. Five started climbing down the stairs first, Delores over his shoulder.

Y/N followed him down. On the street, in an alleyway, Klaus was rummaging through a dumpster talking to himself and smoking weed. Y/N and Five started down a ladder.

"I'd ask what you're up to Klaus bit then it occurred to me," Five stopped and looked at him. "I don't care." They kept climbing down.

"Hey," Klaus laughed and watched the duo. "You know there are easier ways out of the house, buddy."

"That's what I told him," Y/N said.

"This one involved the least amount of talking." Five said jumping off the ladder. "Or so I thought."

Y/N reached the street and they headed out the alley together. "Hey hey hey, so." Klaus called after them, leaning on the edge of the dumpster. Y/N looked back and saw his flask of God knows what in hand. "You need any more company today? I could uh, clear my schedule." He drank.

Y/N smiled slightly. It must’ve hurt to know that your siblings have given up on you so much that you’re always the last to… Everything. "Sorry, Klaus. Maybe when you're a bit more sober." Y/N smiled, “But, maybe next time, we could go shopping?”

Klaus gave us a bittersweet smile as Five rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no. I'm done funding your drug habit." Five said, walking away.

"Maybe I just wanna hang out with my brother and his weird crazy kinda-girlfriend." Klaus called. 

“Bye, Klaus! We’re going shopping later.” Y/N pointed and Klaus blew a kiss. "I'll buy you something!"

"I love you! Even if you can't love yourself!” Klaus shouted, “And I’ll hold you to it Y/N!”

"Wanna steal that van?" Five asked, nodding to the van parked ahead of them.

"Sure." Y/N shrugged.

After a decent night's sleep, which was the best Five got, he was able to jump into the van and open it for me. Y/N handed him her pocket knife and he hotwired the van. They drove off and parked on a street corner across from Meritech Prosthetics. The duo sat there spying.

Five nudged Y/N and nodded to the Lance from before, they watched him go in. He was dressed the same as before, with a jumper and lab coat. In his hand was four coffees. As he made his way in he kept glancing around behind him as if expecting an attack at a moment's notice.

"He seems nervous." Y/N noted.

"Shaken from yesterday?" Five suggested.

"If that's what you think." Y/N shrugged. He headed inside and they looked away. 

Five looked into the back of the van and swore. He zipped open Delores's bag and pulled out two bottles of vodka. He set the two bottles in my lap. "Hey," He helped Delores sit up. "Sorry you were in there so long Delores. No, I'm not drunk."

Y/N examined a bottle in her hand before handing it back. "I'm not really into alcohol.”

Five frowned, “Right, I forgot. You can’t get drunk.” He nodded. Y/N was slight taken-aback.

“How’d you know that?” She asked. He didn’t answer as he took the two bottles and drank straight from the bottle.

Five played with his eye and drank from time to time while Delores sat there. Y/N said something to him but he didn’t say anything. She noticed how dilated his pupils were and how ragged his breathing was. His hands were balled into fists and his knuckles were white as he clutched onto his shorts.

Y/N placed a hand on Five’s shoulder, “Hey, hey, hey. Five, you’re alright, you’re safe.” She said and turned his head towards her. “I’m right here. It’s gonna be okay, just breathe in and out.” Y/N breathed in and out as Five copied her shakily.

“You’re doing great, it’s gonna be over soon.” She said, “I’m right here.” Five blinked rapidly before his breathing slowly returned to normal.

After a few moments of silence, Five spoke up. “Thank you.” He said quietly. There was a sudden knock on the window and the two of them jumped, only just noticing his brother. 

Y/N opened her door and Luther stuck his head in. "You okay?" He asked.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N asked. "How'd you even find us?"

"Um," He nodded behind them. They looked and saw Klaus making out with Delores in the back of the van.

"Hey, a little privacy guys. We're really hitting it off back here." Klaus said. He went to kiss Delores and Five threw something at him. Klaus screamed.

"Get out! You can't be here." He yelled.

"I'm in the middle of something." Klaus came forward in the van and stuck his head between the front seats. "Any luck finding your one-eyed man?"

"No," Five whispered.

"What's he talking about?" Luther asked.

"Does it matter? It's Klaus." Five sighed. "What the hell do you want Luther?"

"Okay, before we have a conversation... Can you, um, get out of the van?" Y/N asked. Making a confused face, Luther got out of the van. He put an arm on the roof and leaned down to look at them. His weight made the van lean with him. "Anyway, um, so Grace may have had something to do with Dad's death. So I need you to come back to the academy, all right? It's important."

"It's important?" Five repeated with an annoyed expression. "You have no concept of what's important."

"Look, Luther, we're dealing with something a little bigger than whether it was murder or heart failure that killed your dad."

"Hey, did I ever tell you guys about the time I waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?" Klaus laughed. "It was so painful."

"You know I'm trying to have a serious conversation here," Luther said.

"What? Are you saying I'm incapable of being serious?"

"Luthers got a point, you should get out." Five said.

Klaus scoffed, offended, and got out of the van. He slammed the door and walked off. "You're still one of my favorites, Klaus!" Y/N shouted.

"Thanks, Cici!" Klaus shouted back.

"What are you up to, you two?" Luther asked once he was gone.

"Believe me, you wouldn't understand." Five said.

"Try me, last I checked I'm still the leader of this family."

"Well, last I checked I'm twenty-eight years older than you." Five argued.

"You know what your problem is?" Luther asked Five.

"Really hoping you'll tell me." Five said sarcastically. Luther missed the sarcasm by a mile.

"You think you're better than us. You always have. Even when we were kids. But the truth is, Five, you're just as messed up as the rest of us. We're all you have. And you know it."

"I don't think I'm better than you, Number One. I know I am. I've done unimaginable things. Things you couldn't even comprehend. Things she couldn't do in her wildest dreams."

Luther scoffed. "Right."

“As if.” Y/N muttered. Five opened his mouth to say something before being interrupted by a loud voice.

"Hey bitches!" Klaus called as he ran past holding a bunch of food. A man in a security uniform chased after him, blowing a whistle.

"All just to save you all." Five finished his sentence.

[the-fiction-witch]

The New Job

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet + Spooky

I let out a stunted yawn trying my best not to let my yawns be too obvious as it was early and had a long way still to go. But I had been travelling for what felt like years at this bloody point. So much has changed within the last year. Fallen in love, perfected groundbreaking surgery, got arrested for said groundbreaking surgery, got released under servitude, and paid my way out of it, lost the woman I love and… lost Fagin too. But I suppose I had come to think of myself much like a hand on a clock face, I must go forward even if it hurts, even if I carry a weight eight times my own behind me, I must move forward ever forward and never once back. I now sat in a carriage being bustled and bumped along. Staying in Port Victory wasn’t an option anymore, too many ghosts. Nothing was left for me there and I needed a blank slate somewhere to start over again. And God knows I haven’t got that many more cracks at a blank slate, I’ve already had more than most. But I managed to weasel my way into a job. With my own home office, a weekly salary, free accommodation and a completely fresh start. A small ocean-side town in the States where hopefully things could be fresh. Even if that meant packing up my life in Port Victory and travelling from Australia to South Carolina. Which… Is not fun. And is long. And hard. And I forgot how dark and cold boats are. You’d think I’d have remembered that… from the Navy, but it still got me.

I sighed for a moment, pulled my letter out from my pocket read through it all again trying to remind myself of things,

‘Dear Dr Dawkins,

We are so glad and excited that you coming to our little town. Everyone is extremely excited to meet you and have you here with us. You should arrive on the twelfth all being well. I look forward to your arrival so I can personally meet you and introduce you to the town. We have set up your house and office, it’s sitting here waiting for your arrival.

you enjoy your journey to Charleston.

Signed

Mayor Wolton’

I knew it couldn’t be too much longer now, Part of me shivered with fear and concern, And yet another part of me couldn’t sit still with excitement and anticipation. The carriage bounced and buckled, the roads here were worse now, and the fields seemed to stretch for further than I could even imagine I could see trees and farmhouses miles away across the vast emptiness, the sky a deep grey as the rain slowly drizzled from the sky. The sound of the horse’s shoes clicking on the road, the patterning of the raindrops on the wooden roof above me, the fluttering of a window open on the other side, I had tried to shut it but it was stuck worse than my strength could fix. I held my bag tightly protecting the contents within from the movement, I got my pocket watch from my pocket, I clicked it open revealing the face of the watch. I hoped we would be there soon so I had time to get settled.

“Dr Dawkins!” The man shouted over the rain and sounds of horses

“Yes?” I responded, my voice a little hoarse from hardly speaking today,

“We’ll be arriving in Charleston soon sir!” he yelled,

“Ohh thank you” I answered,

I looked desperate to try and see something, anything of the place I was going to be calling home but the rain and the small windows allowed me not to see much.

I pushed down my window and almost stuck out my head to try and see more. I could see houses, trees, and at last signs of life.

This place seemed smaller than I imagined. A small town with shops, townhouses, and some basic cottage industry all by the sea but the rain battering everything in sight.

The carriage suddenly stopped so I got out holding tightly onto my bag as I stepped out smelling the sea air turned on my heels to see water being battered by the rain. We had stopped surrounded by an old twisted metal sign,

‘Charleston’

I looked into the town and saw the cobblestone square with a small half-burnt tree, beyond the tree was a little wooden church at the end of the long street. With another long street passes through the tree as well however in the other direction.

“I’ll take your things to your house, Dr Dawkins,” the man says,

“Oh thank you” I nodded, and he whipped the horses and headed off into the town.

I know I am meant to meet with the Mayor but I couldn’t see a single soul.

I headed over the threshold and in slowly, looking at the little line of shops and houses, none of them had lights on, the rain dying down and the sky coming over dark and gloomy not the best weather to be arriving.

This place was just so strange, and different. I’d never seen a place like this before it was all so unusual and so empty… it put me on edge.

I turned to look around this town, trying to find Well I wasn’t sure what I was looking for exactly but something. I turned back towards the church and I jumped seeing a woman there standing in the middle of the road.

I knew she hadn't been there before as the carrier just went past where she now stood. It was as if she appeared there the second I looked away, I looked at her taking in every inch of her.

She stood in the middle of the road with her hands behind her back, she wore a blue and black dress that sat on that hove on the ground so I couldn’t see her feet and yet the dress didn’t touch the mud. She wore black gloves and blue ribbons blowing in her long Y/C hair in braids and plaits, her lips blood red and her eyes Y/E/C. She was beautiful and yet frightening like she was somehow haunting to look at, even if she was pretty, something about her made my hair stand on end, my stomach turned and my breath go cold and yet I didn’t want to look away from her.

“Hello,” She smiled her voice smooth but strange,

“Ohh uhh Hello,”

“You’re later than they expected,”

“Yes... I do apologize, Traveling has been hell,” I said, “Where is everyone else?”

“In the church, there is a funeral on the hill this evening. I didn't know her. besides they like me to stay away from such things,” she explained,

“Right…” I nodded,

“You’re the new doctor? Aren’t you?” she asked and I nodded “Good, I rather hope I will get to see much more of you, Dr Dawkins”

I froze up a moment, “How- How did you know my name?” I stuttered,

“Well, Your initials are on your carry bag,” she smiled, “That and the town hasn’t stopped talking about you,”

“I see, I apologise I just -”

“You thought I had played a lark on you?” she interrupted, “It’s quite alright Dr Dawkins, I get it a lot,” she smiled, “The Town Often thinks such things of me, You’d Think me, Wicked Doctor,”

“Oh, No no…” I told her, “I’m sorry I don’t even know your name,”

“Miss Y/l/N,” she smiled, moving her hand from behind her back and offering it to me. I nodded slightly nervously, taking her hand in my own and politely giving the top of her hand a small kiss, she smiled widely as I did. While I was holding her hand I noticed she seemed to be in pain and I saw the sleeve of her dress move slightly away from her glove and I noticed a mark on her skin almost like a burn or a tattoo on her wrist as black as night and seemingly shapeless.

I didn’t mention it, I felt it would be rude to have brought it up to her.

“They won’t be done for a while. If you like, I could take you to the house and office?” she offered,

“Oh well thank you very much, yes I’d like to get settled before it gets too dark” I smiled so she nodded and began walking down the road towards the burnt tree and then going down the road to the right.

She led me through the dark town, her dress making a strange fabric swishing noise unearthly due to the fact I couldn’t hear her steps, until she stopped. the last house it was a tall weathered old wooden house with dirty windows hiding what was within, there was a wooden porch with steps out the front that led to the front door and the post box beside a small bell on the wall, There was a small bench beside the door and a metal sign hung by the wall out into the road it had a syringe and a stethoscope with Doctor written under it.

She walked up to the door opening the post box revealing a couple of letters and two keys she flicked through the letters as she came back over to me, “I’m sorry these are for the old doctor,” she said putting the letters away, “The key to the door, and to the post box,” she smiled handing me the two keys,

“Thank you,” I nodded taking the keys, “what happened to the old doctor? If you don’t mind my asking?”

“We don’t know,” she shrugged, “One day he just packed up his things his wife, his children and then left,” she explained,

“I see, Well I’ll do my best to uhh to replace him,” I said,

“I’m sure you’ll be brilliant,” she smiled, “I better be going Moll will be missing me,”

“Moll?” I asked

“Ohh I’m sorry My cat,”

“Oh, we used to have a cat at my old hospital.” I chuckled, “Evil little thing but, still, they can be nice. I- I would love to see your cat?”

“Perhaps I could bring her to visit,” she smiled, “Perhaps I could bring you some dinner this evening as you're busy getting settled?”

“Well That would be lovely Miss Y/l/N,” I smiled blushing slightly, “I look forward to it,”

“As do I, I’ll see you later Dr Dawkins,” she smiled, “Welcome To Charleston,” before she hurried off into town. 

I unlocked the door to the house and a wave of dust moved through the air as the door was opened. The room was tiny merely a porch with two doors one to the right and one straight head. I opened the door to the right, this was the office I was going to be working in from now on. Shelves of bottles and stock, a theatre table some various chairs and tools I had left behind in Port Victory with a fireplace to the side and a window out to the front porch. The place would need a clean up but it was more than serviceable. I headed through the other door and found all My bags sitting on the floor.. The room was nothing but a corridor with three doors, one at the end of the hall and one on each side of this door one to the left and one to the right straight ahead of me was the staircase leading to the upstairs. The Door to the left was the living room; it had a window seat and a large fireplace, the fire already roaring up the chimney, two perfect chairs sat with a small table between them on bookshelves all over the place. I herded upstairs curiously the stairs creaked and dust fell from the bannister as I ran my hand across it the top hallway had three doors the one to the left of the staircase had a bath a sink and a few other things with another fireplace that must have been connected to the living room one in some way to heat the water, the one across from the staircase was the main bedroom with a double bed with blankets waiting across it, a vanity, some chests of draws a small window out towards the hill. The other room had another bed and a few toys and other such children’s items. I headed downstairs again to the door at the end of the corridor. It was a dining room with a rather large dark dining room table and another door at the end, where notes and baskets all over the table, filled with fruit, flowers, and other such small things all with notes from the people in town, mostly from the women of town. I checked the last door seeing the little kitchen and the pantry as well as the door out to the back garden.

The place was… nice, more than I could have hoped for honestly, to think the whole place was mine to do whatever I wanted with. I started putting everything away, unpacking all my things into the little places I thought things should go. Once enough for the next few days of settling was set up I went and ran a hot bath to clean myself up after the long trip! Ohhh goodness it was a godsend, I could have laid in that bathtub for hours…

But then I remembered!

“Ohh bugger Miss y/l/n!”

So I jumped out got dry and some fresh clothes on,

I could see it was just starting to get dark as I headed downstairs lighting some candles in the dining room as the bell rang at the door, I rushed over and fixed my hair a little before opening the door and seeing Miss Y/l/N stood on the porch with a box of a few things, in a purple dress not too different from the dress she wore earlier today and a black coat over her shoulders.

“Ohh Hello Miss Y/l/N,” I smiled,

“Hello, Dr Dawkins,” she smiled, “May I come in?”

“Oh, yes of course” I nodded, offering my hand. She happily took it and stepped inside “May I take your coat?”

“Yes Please” she nodded, “Oh wait, Moll, come along,”

Suddenly a pitch-black cat climbed out from under her dress its bright blue eyes shock against the black fur,

“Ohh This is Moll then I assume?” I laughed as the cat sat on her shoulder,

“Yes this is Moll, she was very excited to meet you,”

“Well, I was very excited to meet you too Moll,”

“Come along Moll get down,” she laughs and the cat happily jumped down sitting on the rug so I carefully slipped off her coat putting it on the rack,

“You look very beautiful Miss Y/l/N,”

“Oh, why thank you Dr Dawkins,” she smiled, “So shall we go sit down to dinner?”

“Absolutely, did you bring something for us?” I asked,

“Of course I did,” she says, going towards the dining room I happily followed her and her cat as she went to the kitchen sorting out what she brought,

“Your cat is very well trained,” I said,

“Ohh thank you,” she smiled, “I made you some soup for dinner and something rather special for desert,”

“That's so kind of you miss Y/l/N,” I smiled, “You didn’t have to-” I began,

“Well, You needed dinner after your trip,” she says, “Go sit down,”

I nodded going and sitting at one end of the dinner table, she brought in a small bowl putting it down on the floor I assume for Moll before she brought in two bowls of soup sitting one in front of me and a spoon then going to the other side of the table with her bowl and spoon,

“Thank you very much for dinner Miss Y/l/N,” I smiled,

“You're quite Welcome Dr Dawkins,” she smiled, starting her soup so I picked up the silver spoon and had a small sip quietly ready to have a fake smile and force down the revolting food but it was genuinely delicious.

“Ummmm... This is lovely,” I smiled quickly having more wanting to fill my empty stomach with the food,

“Why thank you Dr Dawkins” she smiled slowly eating her soup, I didn’t take long to finish the bowl as I had barely eaten all day I went to get up but she did first, “Please don’t get up I’ll go,” she says gathering the dishes,

“No please Miss Y/l/N you’re my guest,” I told her getting up and trying to stop her,

“No, no, I’ll do it for you it's alright you’ve had a long trip,” she explained making me sit back down and going into the kitchen,

“If I may say so, you’re a very lovely lady miss Y/l/N, You’re very kind to me,”

“Awww why thank you,” she smiled, “why wouldn’t I be kind to you?” she asked as she came putting a pie on the table with two little plates, “You seem lovely,” she smiled,

“Thank you Miss Y/l/N, But really I don’t think anyone has been so kind to me,” I explained,

“Well You're very sweet, and of course you should always be kind to a doctor, don't know when you’ll need one” she explained, making me laugh a little, “And.. I’m the first one you meet here and I should make a good impression for everyone's sake,” she says,

“That's very sweet of you, what sort of pie is it?” I asked,

“Apple,” she smiled, “from the trees in the woods,”

“You made it?”

“I did, this afternoon, hurry it's still warm,” she says handing me a slice on the plate I happily took it sitting back in my seat with the pie having a little taste and it was lovely,

“You are an amazing cook Miss Y/l/N,”

“Thank you Dr Dawkins,” she smiled, “I’m sure you're a lovely cook as well?”

“Um, not quite, I am not a good cook Never been one for it honestly,” I explained,

“Well I’ll have to be the judge of that someday,” she says eating her slice, Once I was finished I got up and took the plates even if she wasn’t happy about it, I put the dishes in the sink and when I returned to the dining room she was stood with Moll in her hands, “I suppose we should get going, let you get some rest ready for tomorrow,” she says,

“Oh Yes, of course, I wouldn’t want to keep you up any longer anyhow. Thank you very much for dinner Miss Y/l/N,” I smiled,

“It's quite alright Dr Dawkins, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around town,” she smiled,

“Certainly, I do rather hope I won't be seeing you in my office any time soon,” I told her,

“That’s very kind of you Doctor,” she smiled, “ -Ohh before I go I have something for you,”

“Oh? Something for me?” I asked curiously,

“A Little Present,” she smiled getting something from her bag it was a rather beautiful little flower a white daisy, “I hope you like it here,” she smiled,

“Thank you, Miss Y/l/N,” I smiled putting it to the side to go to the door helping her with her coat Moll hiding under her coat again I opened the door for her and she smiled going out into the darkness, “Thank you so much for today, for tonight, for everything Miss Y/l/N,” I smiled,

“Y/n,”

“Excuse me?”

“Y/n Y/l/N,” she smiled,

“Y/n, what a beautiful name. Jack, Jack Dawkins” I smiled,

“I’ll be seeing you then, Jack,” she smiled heading down the little porch steps and almost disappeared into the darkness of the town.

[wooahaeproductions]

Perfect Storm

Jeon Wonwoo x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive

Word Count: 538

Warnings: thunderstorms, kissing, things get a little spicy

Rating: 16+

A/N: Another one of the Kissing Booth drabbles! This time for my lovely Isa @tamburins took me a minute to decide what to do with this one but I think it turned out cute with just the right amount of suggestive. I hope you enjoy! ~Bee

The power had gone out. You had been sitting on the couch, reading and enjoying the soothing sound of the rainstorm that had started that evening. Wonwoo, your friend and roommate had been sitting on the other couch in your shared apartment, also reading. It was one of the many hobbies you shared.

Rain was pelting the windows and after a particularly close clap of thunder, your apartment had plunged into darkness. Wonwoo had let out a murmur of surprise and you sighed. You set your book down on the couch, flipped open and spine upwards so you didn’t lose your place.

“I guess I better go dig some candles out of the closet,” you said, not sure what you might have since the power so rarely went out. You got up off the couch, your eyes trying to adjust to the dark. Unfortunately, they didn’t adjust quick enough and you found yourself tripping over the edge of the coffee table.

You lurched forward towards the other couch, finding yourself nearly in Wonwoo’s lap as he reached his hands out to catch you. At that moment, lightning flashed and the entire room lit up. You found yourself looking up at Wonwoo, seeing an unreadable expression behind his glasses.

The lightning acted almost like a spotlight, freezing this moment in time; Wonwoo and you just looking at each other. Until Wonwoo slowly leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours gently, like you would break. He pulled back, a worried and tentative expression on his face as the room was doused in blackness once more.

You didn’t push him away and he took that as a sign to kiss you again, this time his lips molding a little more with yours, a pillowy softness that you didn’t think was possible. The second time he pulled away, he waited longer and you pulled yourself into a more comfortable position on his lap.

You placed your hands lightly on either side of his face, bringing him closer. You covered his lips that you had now discovered you liked so much with yours. Each and every peck became more and more confident until you found your hands buried in the hair at the nape of neck.

His hands found purchase at the small of your back, pulling your legs around his waist and then pulling you into him as much as he could, as if he was trying to absorb your being. You had slipped into a make out session, as if it was the most natural thing on the planet and you had already done so a million times.

You didn’t even realize how long the two of you had been making out until suddenly the lights came on and you stopped, breathless. “Well, I guess we don’t need those candles anymore,” Wonwoo said, letting out a chuckle.

“No I guess we don’t,” you giggled. Wonwoo’s eyes were scrunched up in half moons and his face held a smile that made him look adorably cat-like. You swore you felt your heart clench from his happiness.

How long had he thought of you as more than a roommate? Maybe you had thought of Wonwoo as more than that all this time too.

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Long day

Steve x reader fic

Woo this took me way too long to right lmao but here’s this, I might make a part 2 to this at some point, first Steve fic I’ve written but I have plenty of others in the works

Female reader, most of it is GN though just a few of the nicknames are fem but you could easily change them in your head, not completely proof read so apologise for any mistakes or bad writing lol

It had been a long day, and when you say 'a long day' you mean a really long fucking day. Luckily the day had finally came to an end and you were headed home, the rain was pouring down heavy, window wipers on full, you were about a half hour away from your house when suddenly all hell seemed to erupt from your engine, "no, no, no! don't do this to me now! wait until I'm home please!" you begged the car as if it would listen however it didn't and instead decided it had had enough and with one last sputter came to a halt. "fuck!" you groan and slump over resting your head against the steering wheel "can this day get any worse!?" you whine quietly to yourself

You’re not sure how much time passes but the rain doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon so you finally decide to give up on waiting, just as you're about to turn to your back seat to grab your jacket a flash of headlights catch your eye, you sigh and hope that who ever it was would stop and help you out, you also hoped that whoever it was it wasn't some creep. The mystery car must have spotted you as it pulled over just behind yours. you're preparing yourself for whatever was to come, when suddenly there's a knock at your window, as you're winding it down your face drops as you realise just who had stopped to come to your rescue, a shit eating grin had crossed his face once he had recognised you 'spoke to soon' you thought to yourself "need a lift?" he asked almost smug, you glare at the boy "from you? I think I'll pass" you scoffed He shook his head and let out a small chuckle in disbelief "come on, its pouring down and it doesn't look like this old thing is gonna get you home anytime soon, so what do you say little lady? not like you got any other options, I doubt that anyone else will be coming this way at this time of night and definitely not in this weather." you send another glare his way "first, don't ever call me that and second I'd rather get drenched and walk home than spend any time in your company" he lets out another chuckle and shakes his head "aw come on sweetheart I ain't that bad" a smirk grows on his face as you scoff "I'd beg to differ" a small moment passes and you sigh not actually wanting to get home drenched in rain "alright fine, you can take me home" you finally gave in, reluctantly taking the keys out of your ignition and grabbing a few things you needed out of the car before getting out and quickly running and getting into his.

Steve follows behind and gets into the drivers seat laughing to himself as he throws his umbrella into the back seat. "what?" you grumble and he turns to face you once he's put his seatbelt on "you, you say you'd rather walk and get drenched and yet as soon as you're out your car you go running to mine" he smirks and you roll your eyes " whatever Harrington, just drive, the quicker we get going the sooner this will be over" Steve shakes his head, starts the car and pulls away "sheesh, I'm just teasing, loosen up a little would ya?" "not in the mood Harrington, so for the love of god for the rest of this journey keep quiet" you huff as you turn to face out the window you leaned your arm against the door and place your head in you hand as you watched the rain fall. Steve didn't respond and the drive is quiet, well for the first five minutes anyway, he had been giving you quick glances from time to time thinking of the best way to break the silence. eventually he cleared his throat and spoke "so, what were you doing all the way out here at this time for anyway?" you let out a small groan "none of your business Harrington!" "alright, alright, geez was just tryna make some conversation" you scoffed “didn’t I literally tell you to keep quiet though” there’s a short silence that feels like it was hours where you realised you had been a bit snippyer than you should’ve been you sigh before speaking up again “look it’s just been a long day okay, I do not have the energy to deal with all your “Steveness” okay” steve rolled his eyes at that before smirking “oh please you love all my “steveness” as you call it” “yeah just as much as I love dropping something heavy on my toes” you rolled your eyes “yeah you keep telling yourself that, but come on really, what’s got your panties all up in a twist?” You groan slightly “you’re not gonna shut up until I tell you huh?” Steve smirks “nope” “fine, if you must know I found my so called boyfriend was cheating on me this morning, I got into a stupid fight with my mom, my brother seems to be avoiding me for some unknown reason then all night I’ve had to deal with asshole customer and now my car breaks down in the middle of nowhere in the pouring rain and now I’m having to deal with you so there that’s what’s bothering me, happy now?” You let out a deep sigh and turn back to look out the window resting your head against your hand. “Sheesh… that sounds like a lot… sorry”. Those words shocked you to say the least, you never would have thought that THE Steve Harrington would feel bad for you never mind bad enough to apologise for something he didn’t need to apologise for, it annoyed you a little “I don’t need your pity Harrington, just get me home” Steve stayed silent after that not fully sure what to say which was unusual for him he noted.

The journey was filled mostly with silence with the faint sound of the radio on the background, Steve had been stealing quick glances at you not that you noticed too preoccupied with watching the trees pass. Steve deciding the silence was too unbearable cleared his throat before speaking “I’m sure he’s not” your face contorts into confusion as you turn to him “what?” “Dustin, I’m sure he’s not avoiding you, at least not intentionally” “why makes you say that?” Steve let’s out a chuckle “because that kid adores you dude, he never shuts up about how cool you are and how you’re definitely the best older sibling out of the group, always says he wishes you’d hang out with the group more like you used to” your face relaxes happy to hear that Dustin doesn’t hate you but your heart sinks when you hear that he wishes you were around more, Steve notices the look on your face change “shit sorry I didn’t… he fully understands that you’re busy with work and your own friends… he doesn’t hold it against you or anything he” you interrupt him “it’s fine Steve… you don’t need to…” you shake your head slightly knowing he was trying to make you feel a little better, you agreed that you were busy with work and with the people you called friends which if you really thought about it they weren’t really your friends more your exs’ but that was no excuse for not hanging with your brother and his friends at all, you loved those kids as if they were all your siblings, you let out a small sigh “what’s worse is that those guys weren’t really my friends, well I guess I’ll just have to make it up to Dustin and the party” you ran your hand through your hair in slight frustration, Steve gave you a soft understanding smile one that made your heart skip, what the hell was that? And what happened to Steve, this isn’t the Steve you knew, he seemed different, you knew he had been babysitting the kids a lot lately which shocked you at first but let it go, then of course there was Dustin who almost always went on about Steve and how awesome he was now but you couldn’t believe he had changed that much I mean, he was the biggest douche in school but there he was trying to make you feel better about the fact that you had basically ditched your brother and the party over some guy and his friends it was odd to say the least.

The car finally pulled into the Henderson household and you let out a slight sigh in relief which Steve heard and scoffed playfully “geez Henderson at least try and pretend you don’t hate me” your eyes widened slightly “n-no that’s not…I’m just glad to be home, I…” wait why were you trying to explain yourself? It shouldn’t matter what he thought but still a part of you didn’t want him to think you really hated him, sure you thought he was a dick but hates a strong word and you didn’t want him thinking that… why didn’t you want him to think that? You shook your head slightly Steve grinned at you playfully and your stomach flipped as you saw it,you quickly shook the feeling “uhm thanks for the ride” getting out of the car quickly and heading to your front door, Steve got out the car and leaned against it as he shouted your name, you turned looking at him in anticipation, Steve smiled “can’t wait to see you around more” he turned getting back into his car “oh and your boyfriend was an idiot” he said before driving off leaving you slightly stunned, your heart fluttering, what the hell was that? You thought to yourself before entering your house.

[captainlondonman]

The Truck Driver - Short story

‘Christ, what can go wrong now?’

Dave moaned as his car came to a grinding halt. He was in the middle of nowhere and it was not just a rain shower but bloody pouring. How the hell was he going to get home? This was just the end of a series of things going wrong.

The day before his girlfriend had given him the push, telling him he was boring, never showed any initiative , was in fact wet and to dig the dagger deeper, his lovemaking wasn’t up to much. Well she managed for a year but obviously had had enough. Then he had gone into the office and been told his promotion wasn’t happening as the other guy pushed more with sales and he was showing little sign pushing sales, in fact he was way behind for the year.

Now this with the car. Alright maybe he was not the most lively guy, maybe he was a bit boring but still…. As he sat wondering what to do and feeling sorry for himself, a large truck pulled up in front of him. The driver got out and walked up to Dave telling him to wind down his window.

 ‘A fucking bad night mate he said. You OK?’

 ‘Not really ‘Dave responded, ‘my car’s broken down.’

 ‘Fucking bad luck. So just as well I’ve stopped.’

The driver was a good 6” shaved head with rings in both ears, a thick stubble and thick neck. He was dressed in a blue overall with the buttons open half way down his chest, showing a forest and black hair.

‘Why don’t you get into my cabin and we can see what to do for you. Don’t just bloody sit there come on.’

 With that Dave got out and climbed up into the passenger seat next to the Driver. It was warm and Dave could smell the guy’s body. It felt comfortable and safe.

‘So what’s your name’

 ‘Dave, what’s yours?’

‘Just call me The Driver’

‘Ok’ Dave replied somewhat meekly

‘You sound a bit down mate’

 Dave did not know why but he started telling The Driver all his misfortunes, his girlfriend, his job and the car. He said he felt a failure with no up and go.

 ‘Seems that to me mate. You need to be a bit more aggressive if you’re going anywhere.’

 ‘I don’t seem to have that in me.’

 ‘Shit man that can be changed, don’t worry. Look I’ve got some whisky here why don’t you have a good swig, it’ll help.’

 As he handed the bottle to Dave, not wanting to make eye contact, he let his eyes drop and saw the Driver had a large bulge between his legs and was giving himself a good scratch as he handed over the bottle.

Dave downed a large gulp, feeling the heat of the whisky streaming through his body all the way down. He felt better but only for a moment and then suddenly he started feeling tired. Perhaps it was just the stress but he really wanted to sleep.

‘You’re looking bloody knackered Dave. Think you could do with a shut eye, eh?’

 ‘Oddly I am feeling really tired suddenly.’

 ‘Tell you want mate let me open up the back of the truck and you can lie down a while.’

‘If that’s OK yes please’

 The Driver helped Dave out of the truck and opened up the roller shutter at the rear. Look there’s a mattress there which I use at times so lie down.

Dave almost collapsed on the mattress and within seconds was asleep, a deep sleep.

The Driver smiled.

‘This is going to be fun,’ he thought rubbing his crotch watching his massive knob move down his overall length and start tenting.

He stripped Dave, noting that for such a drip he had a good bod, and a surprisingly long prick.

‘Fuck you’d have thought he would know what to do with that pecker.’

 The Driver reached behind Dave and took out a bag, in fact a human bag full length in shiny black rubber.

‘OK mate let me get you into this’

 He rolled Dave over, undid the zip and edged the sleeping body into the bag. Once in he took the zip end at the feet and zipped the full length of Dave’s body. Dave was fully encased in rubber

‘Now lets wait a bit.’

Ten minutes later Dave opened his eyes to total blackness. He could not move. He was fully bound in a body bag and what was that smell. His nostrils took in an overwhelming smell of rubber. It was only a split second that he wanted to retch but suddenly he loved the smell, in  fact it was his favourite and he took deep breaths as it was making him feel horny and he could sense his cock becoming erect. But the more he smelt the rubber the less he felt passive, in fact he felt more and more aggressive and abusive. He squirmed in the body bag and found himself saying

‘Fucking Hell man, get me the fuck out. I luv rubber but this is fucking mad.’

 ‘OK Dave, I’ll unzip you now and when you get up have a look in the mirror. Stuff that wet drip that got into my truck.’

 Once the bag was unzipped Dave got out and stood in front of the mirror. Looking back at him was a bully of a Skinhead holding a baseball bat. He was wearing a Fred Perry black T shirt, yellow braces, tight bleachers, yellow socks with 20hole DMs with yellow laces. Topped with a green bomber jacket and black leather gloves. Gone was the long hair. He looked at a shiny head with a spider web on the top and a thick ring thro his nose.

His cock which had been itching and growing, showed a large bulge down one leg while his heavy balls outlined the crotch.

He stood staring at himself, his DM boots placed firmly apart gripping his bat with one hand and rubbing his cock with the other

 ‘Fucking hell, man Don’t know what you have done but its fucking well worked. Shit no more wet bastard. I’m a fucking Skin and tell you what man, I need some fucking agro. No one gets in my fucking way and some poor bastard is goin to be licking my fucking boots.’

‘Sure bro, you can oi oi as much as you fucking want when you leave here but for now you’re mine, got that. I didn’t do this just for the fun of it. I’m needing a fuck and your arse is mine.

With that The Driver grabbed Dave’s bat arm and jerked it up his back and with his other arm pushed him against the side of the truck his elbow deep into Dave’s neck. You got the fucking message now?’

‘Sure thing Sir’

‘That’s right even a skin knows who is his master. Stay like that got it?’

 The Driver’s sheer strength was enough for Dave to feel his cock rigid.

The Driver put his hand down and slid down the rear zip on the bleachers

I luv a skin with a rear zip so you can fuck him in full gear. So stick yer arse out ready.

Shit, Dave having see the Drivers cock in the truck knew what was coming and wanted every inch

‘That’s it boy,’ he said spitting a gob on to his fingers and one by one shoving the fingers up Dave’s arse., rotating them inside in readiness for his large dick.

He took out his fingers and licked them the spit and bit of shit is Dave’s arse making the Driver even more keen for his fuck.

He dropped a large mouthful of spit on to his cock slowly sliding his hand up and down, greasing it for entry.

He took Dave by surprise.

‘Why the fuck be gentle with a skin, eh boy’

Dave’s arse opened to take the big meaty head

‘Fucking hell that’s a bloody bat you’ve got there going up me’

‘Shut it you luv it. You’ll be groaning for the full shaft in a second’

 There was no gentle slide, he shoved his rigid cock right up Dave’s hilt.

Dave let out a yell.

‘You’re a fucking agro skin boi, no weak yell. Take it like a fucking skin man’

 As he said this so the Drivers hands moved round Dave’s front and unzipped at the front, his hand stuffing them inside his bleachers to release his dick.

As he brought it out the Driver said.

‘I thought you had a nice long dick earlier but when its as stiff as this you ain’t need to worry about shafting someone’

As the Driver started to massage Dave’s dick slowing moving his hand up and down the full length, so Dave’s arse instinctively moved out to meet the Drivers pubes.

‘That’s it boi, you want a fucking now. So lets get it together you spurt into my hand and I’ll spurt up yer arse.’

The more the Driver worked his hand up and down Dave’s cock the more he fucked, and the more he wanted to feel the Drivers balls hitting his arse.

‘Shit man I’m ready to explode. Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.

‘That’s it boi I’m ready to give you a full load. So shoot’

 With that the Driver exploded inside Dave’s arse, spunk being sent all the way up, so much that some started spilling out of his arse. Dave arched back, groaned and spurted out shot after shot against the truck wall.

Both men stood back breathless, groaning with exstacy

 ‘Now get yer zips back and front done up. Its time for you to show me what kind of skin you are’.

‘I’m fucking ready mate,’ Dave said waving his baseball bat. ‘I’m feeling mean and ready.’

‘Good. Now take this metal collar and chain and get out the truck. There’s a cruising area in amongst the trees there. Bring me back a toffee nosed arrogant bastard and we can see what to do with him.. Now get the fuck out.’

 The Driver wiped the remaining cum from his cock and stuffed back into his overalls. This stop off had so far been a real success. Better than the last one. It would be good to see who the Boi brought back.

Half an hour later there was a bang on the shutter.

‘Let me get the fuck in,’ Dave shouted

The Driver opened up. Dave stood there holding a stuck up looking city boy, his hand on a chain and the iron collar firmly around the man’s neck. His nose was bleeding and his clothes were all disheveled.

‘He’s what you wanted. Thought he fancied a bit of rough but try and pick up a skin like that he asking for a beating.’

The young man looked stunned by his encounter

‘Let me go or I’ll call the police you can’t do this to me. I’ll make sure you pay for this You don’t know who I am’

Couldn’t give a fuck mate,’ Dave said as he spat in the guys face. ‘There’s plenty more spit for you from my gob mate.

The Driver picked up the young man and hauled him into the truck.

‘Better get a drink down you. A bit of whisky will help so take a gulp.’

The Driver hauled the man in towards him and pressed the bottle to his mouth

Drink

The guy took a large gulp feeling the heat of the booze pass through his body and suddenly started feeling drowsy, quickly passing out

‘Right Boi, strip him fast. Need to get a move on before he comes round.’

 The two took off all his clothes and the Driver brought out the rubber sack. With Dave’s help they got him and zipped it up.

‘Now wait 10 minutes and then I think you will be one happy fucking skin.’

Sure enough after 10 minutes there was movement in the sack.

The driver told Dave,

‘Now you can open up, he’s your play thing.’

Gone was the arrogant naked guy and in his place was someone head to toe in full rubber. He had an all in one bodysuit in shiny black rubber covering everything from hands to body and face with only an opening for his mouth. He was wearing full height rubber waders. Round his arms were SS bands. He still wore the iron collar and thick chain

‘Fuckin brill man. A right fucking slave’

With that Dave yanked the guy up by the chain.

‘No fuckin noise from you mate or you’ll regret it, got that?’

 The only answer was a meek ‘Yes Sir’

‘Ok Dave you’ve become the angry skin and this one’s the tosspot so do what you want but just know I fuck him not you’

Dave started rubbing his crotch.

‘I luv this, get down on yer knees now you fuckin perv’

Rubber man got down on his knees with Dave’s bat digging deep into his shoulder

Now I’ve got some DMs here that need shining so get that tongue of your thro the slit and start licking got that?’

‘Yes Sir’

Whilst Rubber man licked one boot Dave’s other foot pressed down on Rubber man’s head so his tongue was almost glued to the DM

‘That’s it fucking lick you bastard Your dealing with a Skin  here and no mercy. Now lick the other boot, that’s it clean them.’

 The Driver stood aside his hand down his overalls rubbing his dick the outline showing pressing against the material

 Dave yanked Rubber man up with the chain and pulled him in towards him.

Fucking nancy boy eh, need controlling your fuckin type and with that he gobbed onto his finger and rammed his finger into Rubber mans mouth.

‘Like my fuckin spit eh.’

 He then gobbed big time over the hood rubbing it in hard . the smell of his spit and the rubber was better than any poppas. Shit he was now so fucking horny.

‘Hey Driver how you going to fuck this idiot. The Driver moved forwards and undid the rear zip of the rubber suit.

‘Don’t you think I had all this worked out.’

‘This guy needs a fuck and a cock. I get the fuck and he gets your cock.’

Dave shouted ‘Bend over you scumbag, time you sucked my dick, its so fucking hard.’ With both hands on the bat he put it over Rubber man’s neck and forced him to bend over.

‘That’s it, now let me see yer tongue. You’ll choke on my dick but its going the whole way down, you got that’

Dave let a large gob of spit fall onto his cock massaging it in and at the same time directing it through the rubber hole into the guy’s mouth.

‘That’s it you bloody waste of space. Take my prick.’ Taking hold of the rubberized face he pulled him in so his cock slid all the way down the back of the throat.

The Driver watched rubbing his own cock with excitement.

‘Shit Boi you know how to get a guy taking cock.’

The Driver moved it and started sliding his meaty prick up Rubber man’s arse. As he pushed his cock the full length he took his arm and brought it round Dave’s neck pulling him in and sliding his tongue all the way down. Dave responded their mouths full of saliva, tonguing one another in frenzy. The more they kissed the more Dave rammed his cock in and out and the more the Driver slid his cock up Rubber man’s arse

‘Tell you what skin boi I’m ready are you?’

‘Shit yes he’s about to get a deep mouth of Skin cum.’

‘Fuckinnnnn hell here goes.’

Rubber man took cum from both ends at the front so much it ran down his rubberized face and oozed out from his bum.

‘What a fuck.’ Dave said wiping his cock over the rubber face and stuffing it back into his bleachers.

‘Right you two out of my truck I’ve got to get on’

‘What do you mean. I’m now a bloody skin and this pratt is in full rubber.’

‘He’s yours now and you are a bloody rough Skin so work it out. Find some other Skins and share him out. You’ve both given me a good fuck. I’ve changed you to what you really wanted so it’s up to you.’

 With that he pushed the two out the truck got into the driving seat and drove off

‘Wonder what I’ll get at the next stop off,’ he grinned.

[sickfics-for-days]

Oversleeping (And other cardinal sins)

They’d been caught out in the open, the storm rolling in suddenly without warning. Grog, bless him, had tried to shield them from the worst of the wind, but there was nothing to be done about the driving rain. In no time, everyone was soaked through. By the time they stumbled into the next town, their feet were covered in mud, all their supplies were swimming in their packs, and the only thing anyone could think of was getting warm and dry.

Understandably, the small roadside inn was packed with other travelers in a similar position, so they had to share two rooms among themselves. Pike and Scanlan chose to room with Grog, leaving Percy with the three half-elves. Each room only had two beds, so naturally the twins agreed to share theirs, while Percy allowed Keyleth the remaining bed and laid his bedroll by the fireplace in an attempt to dry it while they got food.

The food was warm, and while that was about all that could be said about it, the group was too tired to really care. Their spare clothes had been laid out to dry, but for now they were stuck being wet and muddy. Before long, they began trickling back up to their rooms, with Keyleth and Percy leaving first. Neither said much, and soon both were fast asleep. Neither so much as stirred when the twins came in, completely dead to the world.

The next morning, everyone was slow to get moving. The sky outside their windows was still gray and overcast, humidity hanging thick in the air. The clothes by the glowing coals seemed to be dray at least, so getting dressed wasn’t wholly depressing. However, as everyone gathered for breakfast, they realized that they were missing one person.

“Where’s Percy?” Pike asked.

“Still asleep,” Vas shrugged. “Didn’t care to deal with a ruffled noble if I tried to wake him.”

“He’d better wake up soon.” Vex commented. “I, for one, would like to get out of here and to someplace where we can actually dry out. I feel like a wet cat.”

Once everyone had finished and there was still no sign of Percy, Vax stood up. “Enough is enough. I’m going to get him.”

Ten minutes later, Vax strode back into the dining area, half-dragging a stumbling Percy, who was still trying to button his shirt.

“Found him,” he said curtly. “And,” he glanced over, “since Percy here found sleeping to be so much more important than the rest of us, he can settle up.”

Percy straightened, looking around to see if anyone disagreed with Vax’s statement. Seeing nothing but annoyance on everyone’s faces, he sighed, hiked his clumsily packed bag higher, and went to settle the tab.

Percy was not having a good day. He’d spent the night sleeping fitfully, the hard floor leaving his muscles aching, and alternating between overheating too close to the fire and freezing once he rolled away. It was no surprise he’d overslept, waking to a foot pushing firmly into the aching muscles between his shoulder blades, and an annoyed, “Time to get up, your highness. We don’t all have the day to sleep away.”

He'd packed quickly, still half asleep. As he’d stumbled on button his shirt, Vax had reached the end of his patience. He’d shoved the packed bag at him before abruptly pulling him downstairs where the others had been waiting. Their displeasure had been apparent, and he quickly paid for their stay in order to not delay their departure any longer.

Now it was midmorning, and part of his brain still felt asleep, wrapped in an exhausted fog. It hadn’t taken long for him to fall to the back of the group, though he was doing his best not to fall far enough behind that the others would feel obliged to stop and wait for him to catch up. However, even that pace had his heart racing, legs uncharacteristically uncoordinated. It felt like he had tripped over every dip in the road, and he could only be grateful they were on an open stretch of road. Walking through the forest, he surely would’ve fallen many times by now.

A few more hours passed in a haze of watching the path, the reacting too slowly and tripping over the obstacle anyway. Once he had actually fallen, hitting his knees hard and barely catching himself with his hands. For a long minute he had debated whether getting up was worth the effort. His heart was pounding, underlying the ringing in his ears as his vision grayed at the edges. After several deep breaths, he finally mustered both the strength and the will to get up and continue on. The others were far ahead at this point, so no one had noticed the mishap.

As the sun reached its peak, Percy found himself sweating under his still-damp shirt and overcoat. He tugged at his collar, trying to relieve the oppressive heat, but with little success. Surely they would stop soon for a meal? Though, it was possible with their late start that they would simply press on until nightfall. It was just as well, just the thought of trying to choke down their trail rations made his stomach roll. Where were they even headed? He had a vague notion of taking some kind of job, perhaps bounty hunting? But, for the life of him he could not remember if they were heading out or had already completed the task and were returning home. He hoped they were going home. His legs ached from the repeated stumbles and trips he had caught himself on, and the oppressive heat made his lungs feel as if they couldn’t quite get enough air. Perhaps, if he could catch up to the others, they might agree to a short break.

We don’t all have the day to sleep away.

Vax’s voice echoed in his mind. Right, of course. They all had things to do, responsibilities to attend to. No need to delay any further on his account. Looking up, he could just see Grog’s head disappearing behind the next hill. Immediately, his distraction was punished as he tripped over his own feet, barely keeping himself upright.

The sun was low in the sky, and Percy had long since lost track of time. Now when he tripped, he almost always ended up on the ground. Each time it became increasingly harder to convince himself to get back up, but Vax’s mocking annoyance had always spurred him on. His world was now just one foot in front of the other. Grass, stone, dirt, and pain. His muscles had only locked up more with each progressive fall, and the sweat that had drenched him all day now made him shiver in the cool of the evening. As his foot caught once more on seemingly nothing, he braced himself for the now-familiar impact. This time though, his arms buckled under his weight, and he collapsed into the dirt. The ground rocked slightly underneath him, and the relief of the weight being taken off his aching legs made the hard ground feel better than the softest mattress the realm had to offer. Without meaning to, he closed his eyes and drifted into welcoming darkness.

He woke to someone shaking his shoulder, but what he first noticed was the bone-chilling cold. His body shook, hard and painful on his abused muscles, but it didn’t change the feeling of ice forming inside him. Desperately, he curled tighter, grasping at the lapels of his jacket to try and pull it closer. Someone shook his shoulder again, making as if to pull him upright.

“…got to get up.” He heard from far away.

Images flashed through his mind of Vax’s annoyance, hurried packing, and being pulled… The hand grabbed his arm, and he shot up, scrambling backward even as the unfolded position caused him to shiver harder.

“I’m up, I’m coming!” He tried to reassure Vax. “No need to pull me around, I’m on my way.”

His arms gave out from under him as he tried to stand, but after a few tries he managed to gain his feet. Immediately, he looked around for his pack, but it was difficult to see through the black spots covering his vision. He found himself back on the ground, palms and wrists aching from an impact he did not remember. Hands were back on his shoulders, and he weakly tried to dislodge them, shivers making coordination difficult. “No, no pulling. I’m coming, I swear.”

“…easy darling…want to help.” The voice the he could barely make out over the heartbeat thudding in his ears was gentler than Vax’s had been. And, it didn’t sound angry? Blinking hard, Percy looked up, eyes catching on a familiar blue feather.

“…Vex?” he asked weakly.

Then from behind her he saw Vax, face angry, reaching for him. Flinching, he tried to scramble backwards again, only for his wrists to give out, landing him flat on his back. The world spun nauseatingly around him, making it difficult to tell which way was up.

“Please,” he whimpered. “I-I’m coming, I just… just need…”

The darkness took him before he could figure out what it was exactly that he needed.

He woke in his own bed, shoving the blankets to try and escape the sweltering heat. In doing so, a wet cloth fell off his forehead, landing on the floor. It was then that he noticed the others, all asleep in various places around the room or in the doorway. Directly in front of him, face lined with exhaustion, was Vax, head resting in his hand as he balanced precariously on a stool.

“Vax?” Percy rasped, surprised to find his voice mostly gone.

“It’s alright,” Vax recited, exhaustion lacing his words. “We’re not going anywhere, you can rest.”

“What? What’s going on? How did I get here?” Percy moved to sit up, biting back a hiss of pain when his shoulders and wrists protested.

At that, Vax sat up, looking him over. “Percy?” he asked cautiously. “Are you with me now?”

“Err, yes? At least, it seems that way.” Percy replied, more confused than ever.

Vax slumped forward in relief, laying his head on the mattress. “Thank the heavens. Weren’t sure for a while there is you were gonna make it.”

A few minutes passed, and Percy wasn’t sure that Vax hadn’t just fallen asleep on the spot, but then he straightened back up. Resting the back of his hand briefly against Percy’s cheek, he stood up. “Here, let me get you some water. Your fever still hasn’t broken yet.”

On his way out of the room, he tapped Keyleth lightly on the shoulder. “He’s awake. Can you sit with him while I get a glass of water?”

Keyleth sat up quickly, instantly alert. “He’s awake?” She picked her way over to the bed, careful not to step on Scanlan sleeping on the floor, and plopped down on the recently vacated stool.

“Percy! It’s nice to see you awake. Well, you’ve been awake before, but nice that you recognize us now,” she babbled.

Percy winced as the words tumbling over themselves fuled a headache he hadn’t fully registered that he had. “Easy, slow down,” he croaked.

“Right, sorry.” Keyleth took a deep breath, visibly calming herself down.

As a comfortable silence settled between them, Percy shifted to lay back down. Even sitting up was exhausting. “What happened?” he asked, closing his eyes.

“Well, what do you remember?” He felt the mattress dip as Keyleth leaned on it.

Percy tried to think. “I remember oversleeping. We all set out, and I fell behind. I think..” he wrinkled his forehead, chasing foggy memories. “I… fell?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed, voice suddenly hesitant in a way that made him open his eyes again. She fiddled nervously with her hair as she continued. “We did let you fall behind. I swear I didn’t think you were that far! We were annoyed that you slept in at the beginning, and then the sun came out and it was such a nice day, and Vex really wanted to get back and dry our stuff…” She paused, looking down at the floor. “By the time we got to the city gates, we realized no one had seen you all afternoon. Vex took Trinket to go see where you were. She found you curled up next to the road, burning up with a fever. You didn’t recognize her or anything. Trinket carried you home, and we’ve all been taking turns trying to bring your fever down.”

Percy wanted to reach out, to comfort his obviously distraught friend, but all he could manage was to rest his hand over hers. Blinking heavily through the exhaustion that was quickly pulling him under, he managed to slur, “I’m sure…you did…your best.”

The next time he woke, things were difficult to make sense of. One minute he swore he was back on the ground, desperately trying to summon the strength to get back up. The next, someone was shaking his shoulders, Vax’s voice telling him to stop being so lazy, it was time to go. He tried to get up, he really did, but each movement made all his muscles thrum in agony, arms and wrists refusing to take his weight. The sun beat down, burning him from the inside out. He didn’t want to be left out here for the scavengers to find and tear at his flesh. He felt helpless, unable to stop himself from calling out to his friends, begging them not to leave him behind. However, there was nothing he could do as they disappeared into the darkness without so much as looking back.

Something cold and wet on his face woke him. Every muscles ached, and the idea of moving was daunting as exhaustion threatened to pull him back into sleep. Then he felt a drop of water run down the side of his face and into his ear. He tried to ignore it, but as another two drops followed the same path, beginning a puddle, he was forced to roll over, dislodging  the cloth, to rub the water away.

“Percy?” Grog’s voice rumbled, soft as Percy had ever heard it. “You awake?”

Still not wanting to open his eyes, Percy hummed non-committally.

“Well if you are,” Grog continued. “I’ve got some water here you’re supposed to drink.”

Thinking about it, Percy realized that his throat was painfully dry. It took a minute, but he summoned the energy to both open his eyes and attempt to sit up. His arms failed him pretty quickly, but Grog’s strong hand slipped behind him, helping support him. Before Percy knew it, he had been propped up on several pillows and was being handed a glass of water. His hand shook, but he managed several small sips, relishing the coolness against his throat. After a few more, the water began sitting heavily on his stomach, so he handed it back to Grog.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, setting it down on the ground.

“Not right now.” Percy’s eyes slid closed. “I didn’t know you had a bedside manner.”

“Well yeah,” Grog adjusted the pillows back down, carefully lowering Percy with them. “Pop Pop and Pikey would sick sometimes, and I helped out until they got better.”

With that mental image, Percy slipped into a rest that was finally peaceful and dreamless.

Next time he woke, Vax was back on the stool. There were still deep shadows under his eyes, but overall he looked better than the last time Percy had seen him. Eventually he looked up, meeting Percy’s sleepy gaze.

“You’re awake,” he stated, sounding almost resigned.

“Somewhat,” Percy agreed, too comfortable to want to move.

“Look,” Vax began, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry about how I treated you, back at the inn. It’s not like you to oversleep, and I should’ve checked on you.”

More awake now, Percy pushed himself upright, noting that his muscles didn’t ache the way they had been. “It’s quite alright. Everyone was in poor spirits that morning. I can’t say that in your position I wouldn’t have done the same.”

“No hard feelings then?” Vax asked, surprised.

“Not from me,” Percy confirmed. “Though, if you really wanted to do something to make up for it, I could do with a sandwich.”

As if to punctuate the statement, he stomach growled loudly, causing Vax to crack a tired smile.

“Well, your fever’s broken, so I’d say some food is well past due. Hold tight, and I’ll be back with that sandwich.”

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Things Best Left in the Past - Switchblade / Emery

As I feel like Jay is taking a back seat in the Dark Angel series, I felt like I needed to explain the distance between him and Emery, so... this came to be.

Directly follows one of the first in the series, Return of the Dark Angel

Word Count: 1092

tag list: @summertimefun1982 @katries

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As Emery walked along backstage, the sound of familiar music reached her ears, causing her to deviate on her path to catering. Finding a monitor that displayed the camera’s view of the ring, she watched as Jay White made his way down the ramp for his first official AEW match. Going against someone as talented as Komander would be a test, but Emery knew how talented Jay was, and thus knew that unless something weird happened, he would get the win.

The AEW crowd was excited and hyped up to see Jay live, chanting out all familiar Bullet Club ‘Too Sweet WOOP WOOP’ as he showboated for them, soaking up all the attention they gave him.

Seeing Jay in person over the past few weeks admittedly caused pings of sadness, as Emery wished that Riley—El Phantasmo—would get a contract as well. Despite that, however, she was happy for him, where he was in life and how things in New Japan were going. Riley was taking care of things, loose ends and betrayals, and was slowly becoming his own person again. It was nice to see, honestly. 

Standing there, her arms loosely crossed in front of her, Emery watched, a faint smile on her face. She was barely aware of someone coming to a stop next to her, until Britt gently spoke up.

“It’s weird, right? Seeing him here after everything that happened between Kenny and he in New Japan?”

Emery briefly turned her head towards her friend, before giving a half shrug and returning her attention to the screen as the two wrestlers began doing what they did best.

“Yes and no. Kenny was ready to move on, honestly, and Jay was the best option for Bullet Club. Just because there wasn’t a hostile takeover like the times before doesn’t mean there’s hard feelings. Jay did betray Kenny before—when he tried inviting him into Bullet Club the first time around. But… I still got to know him a bit before we left to come here. He’s a good guy, funny….”

“Emery, hunny, Jay is not a ‘good guy’,” Britt frowned, “I know we all have our moments, times we’re… on the dark side and heel… but from what I’ve witnessed, Jay is all heel.”

“Believe me, I know…” Emery sighed, watching as Jay trapped Komander in one of the ring corners, feet on the turnbuckles as he rained punches down, yelling out the letters as he spelled ‘switchblade’, “But he can be good, honestly. There were times I felt out of place, homesick even, and sometimes my anxiety would take over—and despite knowing I had Bullet Club there to talk to, I… I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Jay noticed, somehow, and he’d start talking to me… getting my mind of things, letting me freely talk about whatever… It was nice.”

“So he’s got a small, teensy sliver of a good side,” Britt said, “But that’s miniscule compared to all the bad. Honey—” She turned her body towards me, gently placing a hand on my arm and turning me to face her, “With everything that has gone on over the years, any… negative—you’ve managed to pull through effortlessly. Not once has there been any inclination that your Dark Angel side wanted to come out. Then, White shows up, uses his honeyed words on you, and suddenly your personality changes and Dark starts to slip out? That’s not a good thing, you realize that right?”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Emery briefly glanced at the screen to her left, seeing Jay deliver a nasty spear to Komander, taking him out roughly before raining down more punches. Blinking, she turned her attention away, looking down at the floor.

“I…. Yeah, I know…”

“Good, that’s good to recognize. Look, I know it’s hard to do—he’s familiar to you, that bond you guys made in New Japan…. But as your friend?” Britt said, as Emery lifted her eyes up to meet Britt’s, “It’s probably best if you steer clear of Jay White. I’d hate to see you get hurt or in trouble for anything that happens because of him, in any way, shape, or form.”

Emery gave her a nod of acknowledgement, before waving a goodbye as Jamie Hayter came up and took her away to get ready for their match later. Turning back to the screen, she watched as Jay jabbed this thumb into Komander’s eye, wincing at the underhanded tactic. Usually, things like that didn’t bother her any—Emery was guilty of doing things just as bad in the past—but seeing Jay’s behavior and hearing Britt’s words caused her mind to start racing.

Her mind went back to recent interactions with Jay, with Kenny being more and more distant from her.

“My princess shouldn’t be treated that way by anyone. You deserve to be around people that respect you—that cherish you.”

“I couldn’t…”

“Shhh…. make any plans just yet. Give it some time, princess. When you figure out what you want to do… You know where to find me.”

Pairing that with the unfortunate choice of going to his apartment just a few weeks later… they had hung out like old times. Reminiscing, laughing—just having a grand time—but he had brought it up a few times.

“I’d love to have you at my side. Think about it—Switchblade and the Dark Angel. We’d be unstoppable!”

“Omega’s not treating you like he should, you deserve more respect than that, Princess.”

“If you ever need anything, you know you can always come to me.”

The familiar rasp of Juice Robinson’s voice as he yelled out “RICKKAYYYY!” brought her attention back to the screen, her sight focusing as she took in Jay and Ricky sitting on the ramp, Jay cradling Juice’s head as Ricky Starks and Shawn Spears stared at them from the ring.

Emery had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t even heard who had won the match, but she realized with a resigned sigh that it didn’t matter. She wasn’t Bullet Club anymore. She wasn’t the same person she was five years previous.

Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Emery shook her head to clear all the thoughts, and with one last look at the monitor, she walked away. It might mean losing a friend, but it was better for her in the long run. She had enough things to deal with on the daily—maybe one less devil on her shoulder would be a good thing.

[spuddlespud]

Find the Word Tag

Thanks to my lovely friends for the tags, sorry it's taken me a couple of weeks to get round to it. There's a couple of these from bits of writing that never went anywhere so I wanted to share bigger chunks.

@untethereddreams - Light, Rain, Rich, Grime, and Stack

@winterandwords - talk, wait, remember, and something.

@ahordeofwasps- guide, lied, sighed, pride, and collide!

I'm tagging: @littlepatchofhell @inkspellangel @eccaiia @talesofsorrowandofruin @aohendo @lady-grace-pens @writingamongther0ses @primroseprime2019 @azriel-alexander-holmes @bardic-tales @sapphsoon @gloriafrimpong

Your words should you choose to accept them are: tree, mirror, footstep, hand, hair

LIGHT - ???

Everything suddenly went black. The sirens screamed in response, repeating their competing jingles to each other in an endless cycle. Fantastic. A power cut. She stumbled over to the dresser, tearing through and tossing things on the floor until she found it. The light came on after a few turns of the handle and she descended the stairs feeling like Florence Nightingale.

RAIN - a Workers Guide to Demonology

The bus stop itself is nothing remarkable. It smells faintly of piss, but thats just humanity for you. A group of dour faced people stand silently staring at their phones. One of them swears when a drip of mossy rainwater falls on their head from a crack in the bus shelter roof.

RICH - ???

Scowl deepening, she tugged angrily at her cuffs, trying several times to slide the sodden discoloured sleeves up her arms, eventually giving up and rolling them. "And what do you think you're laughing at." She yelled up a the mocking figure. "Trust me, if you could see your face right now, you'd be laughing too." This was followed by even more laughter which devolved into snorts. Molly definitely wasn't a delicate giggler.

Having successfully rolled up her sleeves, Beth began to scale the hill, pulling on tree roots with a grunt. "That's pretty rich coming from someone who starts snorting like a pig every time she finds something vaguely amusing." "I am pretty rich, I've got you visiting every day haven't I?" Beth finally made the last few feet up and over the ridge of the hill. Despite her breath catching in her throat from the beauty of the woman in front of her (and also from scaling a massive fuck off hill), she still managed to paste an unimpressed look on her face. "That is the biggest load of tripe I've ever heard!" Of course this earned nothing but another undaunted giggle. The woman moved closer. She was an inch or two taller than Beth (not something she ever let Beth forget). Her simple green dress was covered in a multitude of different stains, each one Beth well knew was related to some kind of mishap with one or other of Molly's potions. 

GRIME - none

STACK - Dragonsbreath and Skelefellas

"Fine, I'll go get it from the back." She looked over to where Andrew was poking his skull head from behind a stack of haunted books. "And behave, you!"

TALK - The Bite

She took a big swig of bitter coffee, letting it out half a sigh at Charlie’s next words “I was bitten by a werewolf.”

Of course werewolves were the next step. It was only a matter of time. “It’s too early in the morning for this Charlie, can we talk about it this evening once I’ve got a pint in me?”

WAIT - Old Inn Door

The bullet barely grazed her skin as she'd carefully aimed at the closest brute. His fellow soldier just looked confused as she carefully positioned herself so that he followed his friend in a pile on the floor., her bonds loosening with every shot. Not waiting for his body to hit the floor, she rushed to the door, clumsily using her shoulder to shut the bolt behind the door, even as angry footsteps sounded in the hallway.

REMEMBER - A Workers Guide to Demonology

Outfits have changes much since I was last on this wretched rock. All three are dressed similarly enough to make it clear that that is the current fashion. Their black pointy hats are tall, and I have no idea what purpose they would serve. Their dresses are much shorter than I remember them being.

SOMETHING - ??? (I'm sharing a big section because it's something that never became something and I think it's cute)

This floor wasn't going to get the best of her. She'd decided that as soon as she'd slammed the bucket down and seen the wave of soapy mess slop onto the floot. The burning smell of lime was already starting to make her feel dizzy and every scrape of the brush against the floor sent a pain shooting down her raw rubbed knuckles. A thick layer of sweat was building up under the coarse material that covered her back. But this floor wasn't going to get the best of her.

She dropped the brush for a second, sitting back into kneeling position. She tried to brush a stray strand of hair out of her face with the back of her hand, sighing when it determinedly bounced right back into it's previous position.

"Here, watch out" a gruff voice said as a hand reached down to pull the strand of hair back and tuck it behind her ear, just below where her cap sat.

She smiled up at the figure standing above her, the gentle touch of calloused fingers against her cheek sending a giddy thrill through her. In other circumstances the looming figure could have been interpreted as intimidating, but Meredith had come to know that slightly lopsided smile well over the last two years she'd been in this house. She'd never seen those large hands raised in anger, neither had she heard that gruff voice raised above a speaking level. Jack was undoubtedly the softest soul Meredith had ever known.

Jack smiled back, a shy smile but gentle none the less.

Meredith stood up, intending to say something clever and inspiring like "How's your day?"

Unfortunately she never got to finish the question as in the process of getting up she stepped on a particularly soapy patch of floor, sending her foot slipping back from under her, her back slamming into the ground in the process, knocking over the brimming bucket of limewater.

Jack had instinctively reached out to grab her as her tumultuous decent had begun, and had leaned over fast enough for the falling bucket to knock her off her feet and tumbling down after Meredith. Landing in a heap. Jack's large frame gained an "oof" from Meredith as she practically fell on top of her. GUIDE - The Familiarity Between the Owl and the Pussycat

"...and then I saved that ungrateful runt, at great personal risk. And you know how he thanks me? Instead of coming back here to stay safe, he's back out playing at hunting. Are you even listening to me?"

"I don't know what to tell you, Séamus" Bathsheba sighed "You know what Midnight's like, you're the much older, and obviously much wiser and much cleverer one. It's upto you to guide him."

The response from Séamus could almost be described as a snort, but she new she'd managed to placate him a little.

LIE - A Worker's Guide to Demonology

Except that as I'm drifiting off one of the stupid humans decides it's the perfect time to start pounding on the bedroom door. "Ellie! Ellie! You need to get up. You're late for work."

Knowing how stupid mortals are I decide on mubling a minimal effort lie. "It's okay, I have the day off."

Ha! Got her. Easy as pie, whatever that means. Time once more for sleep, glorious sleep.

"You don't have the day off. You told me you had to train the new staff member this week."

SIGHED - ??? (I think I've posted this one before)

Belle fake sighed, finishing the last bite of her biscuit. "Fine, what can it hurt. But we've got to have all the protective measures in place before there's any funny business. I'm not having a repeat of the time we summoned the banshee."

PRIDE - Dragonbreath and Skelefellas

It was always nice to see Skully without their official skull  make up on. There was a red tinge to their cheek from rushing down the  tower stairs and their hair was practically standing on end, proving  that whatever they had been working on had distracted them from any  hairbrushing since they woke up. Damn did they look good though.

Trying  to maintain the annoyance on her face, after all she did have some  pride, Saph pointedly rearranged her now diminished workspace on the  table so that they were’t in any danger of more knives falling off.

Skully  slammed their hands down on top of their immense pile of books.  “Saphire. My darling. The light of my life. You love me, more than  anything right?”

This couldn’t be good. Saph sighed, mentally  waving goodbye to her dream of spending the afternoon training and  having tea with Andrew.

COLLIDE - nothing