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owliellder · 1 year

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Loving Takes Time

Leon Kennedy x afab Satyr Hybrid! Reader

MDNI 18+

Trigger Warning for the nature of the content

Description: Leon goes with Chris to just look at hybrids up for adoption, not really expecting to bring such a strange one home.

Warnings: Not proofread, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Major Size Difference and 5-Year Age Difference, Leon is a PERVERT but he's still gentle 🫶

Tags: One-shot, Female Reader uses she/her, No use of y/n, Leon is 5'11", Reader is 4'0", Virgin Reader, Smut, Somnophilia, Picture Taking, Lactation, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Cowgirl Position, Belly Bulge, Dirty Talk, Ass Play

Words: 8.9k

Author's Note: Okay now I know this is a pretty strange/questionable one, but I've had this idea in my pocket for awhile and, once again, this is pure self-indulgence because if I could be ANYTHING in the world I would be a satyr 😭 They're the cutest little scampers!!!

Please forgive me for my transgressions 💔 I honestly felt so guilty writing this even though a lot of these tags reflect me (please don't hate me)

Cross-posted onto AO3

"I'm serious, we're just going to look!"

"Chris, 'just looking' always leads to either you or me getting something." Leon emphasized with hand quotes, giving Chris an incredulous look.

Both men were sitting in Chris' car that was parked in the relatively empty parking lot for the Hybrid Adoption Center. Leon had expressed *once* that he thought having a pet would be fun, but he knew a pet would be hard to manage with his field of work. He'd been partially aware of hybrids, yet he was less than convinced on the idea of having what was essentially a pet person.

"Look, I know. I get it-" "I don't wanna hear it. We're just here to look." Leon cut Chris off, waving his hand dismissively before opening the passenger door. "Even on the off chance I find one that I like, I'm in no way prepared to bring them home." He slid out of the car, Chris following suit. The older man followed Leon around the front of the car, shaking his head with a small chuckle. "Alright, alright.. Whatever you say, ya big grouch."

If Chris hadn't had to make an appointment to see the hybrids, then Leon would've found any excuse not to come. He did try, don't get him wrong, but Chris is notoriously persistent. A worm in his ear.

Once the two had made their way inside the adoption center, Chris confirmed his appointment to visit with the hybrids with a nice old lady who happily greeted them from the front desk. "There's still a couple in the back looking, but I'll let them know their time is up. Give me just a minute-" she quickly stood up and walked out from the front desk and into the back kennels.

Good. A little time to look around. Leon thought to himself with a small hum, moseying around the front room. He carefully looked at the various items; clothes, leashes, collars, bags of food, toys, treats, everything. He had a feeling that he was going to end up with some random puppy hybrid today, so it was worth it to look at all this ahead of time.

After only a few minutes, the old lady returned with the couple, nodding with a smile as they promised to come back once they'd made up their mind. Leon silently wishes Chris would give him the luxury of choice like they had.

"Leon! C'mon, let's go!" Chris happily exclaimed, only to be shushed by the lady. Apparently most of the hybrids are pretty sensitive to the sound as it echoes back in the kennels. At least the older man listened to someone here. "Lead the way." Leon held his hand up, letting Chris walk in front of him through the door to the kennels.

What they walked through were the puppy hybrids first, probably the most popular. And the noisiest. They were super excitable, which was undeniably cute, but at the end of the day Leon wasn't looking for a high-maintenance pet. He needed one with self-sustainability, and preferably one that wouldn't smother him either. The last thing he wants is to feel guilty every morning leaving for work. So a puppy hybrid? Out of the question.

Chris was quietly ooging out over every single hybrid they past, all the way through to the quieter kitty and bunny section. All cute, a cat hybrid seemed to be most aligned with what Leon wanted. None of them really caught his eye, though.

Near the end of their little walkthrough, Leon decided to look through the puppy kennels one last time, furrowing his brow when he noticed an empty kennel in the back. It being empty isn't what confused him, it was the kennel card still hanging on the chainlink fence that did it.

Making his way over, he carefully studied the card. No picture and a pretty vague description was provided. A... goat? They have a goat with the puppies back here? Reading on, he noticed that it said you were twenty-five years old, five years younger than he was. Guess you'd been there at the shelter for awhile too.

You weren't in the main kennel area, though. Probably hiding in the back. It was strange they had you with the puppies, they were so barky, but maybe they had no other place to put you? That's the most reasonable explanation.

Chris noticed Leon looking at the empty kennel with pursed lips, walking up behind him with crossed arms. "Out of everything here, you zero in on the kennel that has nothing in it?" Leon turned to face Chris, responding with a simple "... there's a goat in there" before going back to trying to see through the small square hole at the back of your kennel that led to the employee-only side, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

"You're joking. A goat?" Chris raised an eyebrow, pushing Leon over to the side a bit so he could read your kennel card as well. "Aren't those for farms or something?"

"Yeah, I thought so too.." Leon hummed, crouching down next to Chris' legs as he continued to try and look through the hole. The old lady from the front desk soon made her way back to tell the two men that their time was almost up, only to find them studying your kennel.

"She's a shy one." She spoke up with a smile, alerting both men of her presence. "Hides when people come through the door, but she is easy to entice with a little snack?" The old lady noticed Leon seemed most interested and decided to bend down as best as she could to hand him a small peppermint candy.

"Okay..." Leon seemed a bit confused yet accepted the peppermint anyways, tossing it in his hand a couple times before slotting it through the fence. It didn't take long for you to appear, poking your head out through the square hole with your nose sniffing away. Perky goat ears and small curled horns, seemed standard enough.

It wasn't until you very cautiously stepped out, eyes on the three standing in front of her kennel that Leon seemed more interested than before. From your hips down you had fur, full blown goat legs that ended with the daintiest little hooves. He noticed your tail once it wagged a couple times at the scent of the peppermint. It made him crack a smile. Now that's interesting!

"Oh wow, she's..." Leon started to speak, his voice quickly trailing off as the suddenness must've started you. "Yes, she's a bit more 'animal' than the rest. The livestock usually are." The old lady seemed to know what he was going to say. It must be confusing to a lot of people.

"Small, too." Chris chimed in, arms still crossed as he looked down at you, watching you crouch low and stretch your arm to reach for the peppermint to avoid getting any closer to the chainlink fence.

"A pygmy goat. Regular goat hybrids tend to be a foot taller, but she's only about 4 feet. Very small little lady." The old lady chuckled softly, watching you scurry back through the hole to hide after successfully grabbing the peppermint. "I can take you into one of our meeting rooms if you'd like to get a better look?"

Before Leon could respond, Chris decided to just accept the offer for him, laughing as he watched the other man's face fall with annoyance. "Oh come on, don't be so sour." Chris firmly grabbed Leon's arm and hoisted him up from his crouched position before nudging his forward. "Lead the way, miss."

The colorfully painted walls of the meeting room were rather welcoming as both men wandered in. On the back wall sat a bench with some old cushions and blankets sitting on the seat. Chris took the liberty to sit down while Leon leaned against the wall next to it, grumbling quiet nonsense to himself.

The old lady excused herself to go retrieve you from your kennel, leaving Chris to poke fun at Leon for his sudden interest for only a moment before she returned with you on a lead.

She was right, you were small. "Alright, sugar, easy now." You were also very obviously nervous, hiding behind the elder woman's legs as she walked into the room with you. She gently pet the top of your head, fixing a few strands of your hair that got stuck wrapped around your tiny horns. "Just remember to move slow with her and you'll have the perfect little lap pet."

The old lady's voice was soft as she slowly made her way over to Chris, handing him the end of your lead as he nodded in agreement. You tried to follow the lady as she walked back out of the room only to be stopped by the lead, causing you to start whining with your ears pinned to the sides of your head as you stared at the now closed door.

"Hey," Leon was crouched down again, clicking his tongue to try and get your attention, "hey it's okay, she'll be back soon." You whipped your head around to look at him, freezing where you stood as you watched Leon reach a hand out. You sniffed the air a bit, staring both men down, almost as if you were sizing them up.

"Pretty cute, huh Leon?" Chris whispered. He was really laying it on thick and as much as Leon hated to admit it, you were growing on him. "Here, sit down on the bench and I'll give you her leash." As he spoke, Chris scooted to the side more to make room for the other man.

After carefully standing up to not scare you, he sat down on the bench next to Chris, taking the loop on the end of the lead as it was offered to him. Leon was a little nervous only because you were nervous, what if you bite?

It took some time, but with a lot of gentle coaxing and few extra peppermints provided by the old lady, you were soon standing in front of Leon's legs, chin resting on his knees as he scratched behind your left ear. During that time Leon had introduced himself to you, and though you didn't respond, your ears perking up to listen was enough confirmation that you heard him.

"You're breaking." Leon frowned at Chris' remark, eyes locked on your relaxed face. He could just barely see your fluffy tail wagging, moving his hand around to lift your head up as to scratch underneath your chin. The second he heard that happy little chitter from the back of your throat he knew it was over.

Chris gave a small 'oh' when he noticed Leon's smile forming. "You broke." The younger man only sighed in response, now using both hands to massage your furry ears. "I'll go get that lady." You jumped slightly when Chris suddenly stood, but Leon was quick to distract you with another peppermint.

The paperwork to take you home was relatively simple, thankfully. Leon took every recommendation from the elder lady about what items to buy, along with taking the blanket that was kept in your kennel. Something that already smelled like you would help ease you into a new home, or so he was told.

You were surprisingly easy on the ride home, both men staying quiet with the radio playing low just in case you panicked. Chris helped Leon set up all your stuff before bringing you inside, leading you over to where your blanket was laid out in the medium sized cage now set up in the corner of Leon's living room. You stayed in the cage as the men said their goodbyes, now left alone with Leon.

He gave you time to settle, only choosing to react to you once he noticed you quietly crawl out from the cage and begin surveying the living room from where he sat on the couch. "Hey there, little lamb."

His voice startled you slightly, making eye contact with him for a brief moment before offering him a shy smile. "Hi.." You whispered back in response, looking around as you slowly stepped over to Leon. He hadn't heard you speak until now, so this hopefully meant you were growing more relaxed around him.

"Quite the change." Leon hummed and you only nodded, looking off to the side as you rested your chin on one of his knees again. "It's a lot quieter here though, yeah?"

"Yeah..." Your voice was so sweet, even if just a whisper right now.

"Good." Leon cooed, reaching down to rub your ears. "How ya feeling?"

You shrugged, eyes still darting around the room even as they became lidded with the gentle caresses on your ears.

"What about a bath?" You looked back up into his eyes at the suggestion, eyebrows raising up. It had been awhile since you were given a bath..

Your reaction must've been enough as it prompted Leon to stand up, bending down a bit to hold onto your hand before leading you up the stairs and to the bathroom attached to his bedroom.

Luckily most of his living room and the bedrooms were carpeted, so he didn't have to worry about you slipping there. The tiled kitchen and bathrooms were another story as you immediately slipped with a yipe once stepping into the bathroom, furry legs shaking as you held yourself still as best as you could in an awkward half-splits position.

The man lifted your arm up above your head by your hand, lifting you up a bit in the process so you could reach the rug in front of the bathtub without anymore risk. "I gotcha, kiddo. Don't panic."

He kept one hand on the top of your head as a single to stay where you were while he turned the bathtub faucet on, plugging the drain once the water was warm enough. He was directed to buy a specific soap for you, so he used that to create some bubbles in the bath in hopes of giving you a little bit of fun.

You were carefully lifted up and into the water as soon as it was ready and the faucet was turned off, sighing softly at the warmth. You were always so anxious in the shelter which meant your muscles were always stiff. This was a nice change of pace.

"Wash off that shelter stink." Leon chuckled when you closed your eyes, sitting down on his legs before grabbing an empty cup to scoop and pour the soapy water over your head.

The attention you were receiving was unfamiliar, but definitely not unwelcome. His fingernails scratching your scalp was heavenly and you couldn't help but coo at the feeling.

"That good?" The man asked, smiling as you tilted your head towards his hands whenever he moved them.

"Mhm." You tilted your head back as he massaged his hands down your neck, using a clean washrag that he grabbed from underneath the sink not too long ago. He was able to get away with washing your whole upper body before asking you to stand up, offering his hand to you to use for balance. Along with the soap he bought for you, he also got a short bristled comb for your fur.

He kept his hand up for you, countering your pressure with a bit of his own so you felt steady while he began to lightly comb out the fur that started below your navel. What was once a dingy grey was now the cutest white fur on your belly and on the inside of your thighs, it was even on your butt and the underside of your tail.

While combing out your soggy fur, Leon had started to grow curious. All the other hybrids were just naked humans with a few specific animalistic features, yet your entire lower body was just goat.

He slowly spun you around at some point to comb your backside. "I need both my hands for this, love. Can you put your hands on the edge of the tub for me?"

You were reluctant to let go of his hand but agreed anyways, shakily placing your hands on the slippery white porcelain. It bent you over just slightly, which is what Leon needed to reach the rest of everything.

Unbeknownst to both you and Leon, your tail was quite sensitive at the base. He paused at the small gasp you let out when he grabbed your tail, giving you a worried look. "Are you okay? Did that hurt?"

"Uh-.. oh uh.. no it didn't hurt..." You weren't quite sure how to respond. That was a new feeling. It didn't hurt, though, that you knew.

Leon rationalized the reaction as him just startling you with the sudden grab. But then your tail wiggled faintly in his grasp as he slowly began to comb out your fur again, only leading him to wonder further.

He'd get the fur on the lower end of your legs last since you had to balance more for that, but right now he needed to worry about the thick patch of fur covering your genitals. Your little puckered hole was already on display for him which definitely didn't have him half-hard in his jeans since he had to lift your tail to comb the fur around it and you didn't seem too bothered by the exposure.

He let go of your tail, which stayed up, to pour another cup of water over your furry backside after noticing you begin to shiver, moving his hands lower to part the fur covering your pussy so he could comb that out as well. Unfortunately was a bit more tangled down there, probably due to the movement of your legs, and with it being denser fur, Leon had to take extra precaution when getting the tangles out.

He wasn't complaining though, your cute little pussy was definite eye-candy to the man. The bath was an easy excuse to touch it a bit, running the tip of his index finger through your folds a couple times before refocusing on detangling the fur around it. The little gasp you made mimicked the one you let out when he grabbed your tail. Interesting.

"Mr- uh.. Mr. Kennedy?" His eyes slowly drifted up to your face, noticing you were looking back at him from over your shoulder. "Don't worry, we're almost done, okay? You were pretty tangled down here, didn't wanna hurt ya."

Leon's words eased you some, finally letting your tail rest against your ass again as he moved down to the backs of your thighs. Not wanting to keep you in the cooling water much longer, the man hurried the rest of the bath up before rising you off with a detachable shower head.

It was amazing to him just how much water you held onto. He had to squeeze out the entirely of your legs, your tail, even your ears before he could wring out your hair. Seeing your perky nipples made it worth his while, however.

By now you were a shivering mess wrapped in two towels, standing on the rug as you would for sure slip on the tile when you were dripping water like this. Leon was so nice to you, setting up a small desktop space heater he had bought some years ago for you in front of your cage. He even carried you downstairs to the carpet.

The second the towels were taken from you, you immediately began to shake off the water, causing Leon to laugh.

"Hey, hey!" He held up the towels in front of his body as protection from your misting, laugh falling to a giggle when your tail vigorously wiggled. "Didn't know I took home a sprinkler system."

"Sorry-" You were still shaking off when you started to speak, so you waiting until you were done to continue talking. "Sorry, Mr. Kennedy. It's habit."

He folded the towel and draped it over his arm before patting your head. "Nah don't worry about it, sugar."

You leaned up into his touch, letting out a giggle of your own as he hooked a finger around the curl of your horn to move your head side to side playfully.

It was, again, surprising just how quickly you warmed up to the man. After you were mostly dried off from sitting in front of the small space heater, you started to follow Leon around as he moved about the house. Though you stopped on the edge of the carpet whenever he walked into the kitchen, he'll have to get some rugs for you, you were close behind him everywhere else.

Leon took a week off of work to allow you time to fully get to know your surroundings. He could more than afford the time off and it was nice to have a mini vacation away from work. Besides, you were fun to watch.

Just like he'd wanted, you were mostly self-sustainable, able to get your own food and go to the bathroom once he added rugs to tiled areas. He also bought a couple step-stools that had rails you could hold onto, one placed in the kitchen so you could move it about and the other in the master bathroom for you to reach the sink.

Leon did also buy a couple indoor cameras to keep an eye on you when he went back to work. You quickly learned where they were so you could ask him questions throughout the day seeing as he could talk through the camera back to you. You always made sure to ask if you could have a specific snack to eat, sometimes even telling him where you were going in the house if there wasn't a camera able to see you.

A few months in had lead to a very comfortable routine between you two; Leon would leave before you were awake, come home around 6-7pm, you would come running from wherever you were to hug his waist, he would make dinner while you two talked, the both of you would sit on the couch and watch a movie if it was a day he didn't come home exhausted, you and him would go to bed, and the cycle would repeat. At some point you even started sleeping in his bed with him, curling up towards the foot end of the bed next to his legs.

The weekends were spent going on walks to exercise your legs. You liked climbing and jumping around on big rocks, so hiking was always a good option. He also spent extra time cuddling you, massaging your little legs, playing with the split in your hooves, even experimenting with a gentle tug on your tail every so often. You always got so embarrassed with his teasing, it made him laugh.

When Leon had to leave for a mission, he would have Chris come and stay at his place. You didn't like this at first, it threw off the delicate balance between you and Leon, but just like with everything else, you settled after the first couple times he had to go on a mission. You were never told the nature of his missions, he didn't want you to worry or be upset if he never came back. This also kept you decently happy when he was away.

You really bonded with Leon and he bonded with you. How could he not? You were adorable.

As previously mentioned, you would always come running to greet him when he got home from work, which is why he was a little off-put not seeing you after getting home one day. It was the middle of the week and it had been a normal working day. You seemed alright on the cameras a few hours ago, having told him before he went on lunch that you were going to take a nap on his bed. It's been longer than your normal naps, so he was hoping you didn't get stuck somewhere and hurt yourself.

"I'm home, little lamb! Where are ya?" Leon yelled out, pausing to listen for any sign of movement before making his way back to his bedroom, but not before giving the guest bathroom and bedroom a quick glance on the way.

You had obviously been on his bed, given the sheets were all messed up, but where the hell were you?

It wasn't until he strode into his bathroom that he noticed his tall laundry basket was tipped over, some clothes pushed out the top which held the attached lid open a crack. He knelt down on one knee and knocked on the lid with his knuckle before lifting the lid up, eyes landing on you curled up in the bottom. Your eyes met his and you frowned, ears lowered as you turned your eyes down.

"Hey kiddo, what're ya doing in there?" Leon made sure his voice was anything but accusatory. "Did you get stuck?"

He glanced up a bit to make sure your horn wasn't hooked in one of the holes, and it wasn't.

"No..." You muttered, pulling one of his dirty shirts over your face. Oh now you were hiding from him, that won't do.

"C'mon, out with ya." His voice was gravelly as he lifted the lid up all the way and reached in, putting his hands under your armpits to pull you out along with the shirt you kept in front of your face. He held you so you were sitting on his forearm snuggled up to his stomach, reaching a hand up to pull the shirt away from you before tucking his other arm underneath your fluffy butt.

The position had you at eye level with him. He noticed your face was a little flushed, so he reached a hand back and pressed the back of it to your forehead. You didn't have a fever, that's good at least.

"You gonna tell me what's up?" Leon asked, scoffing playfully when you shook your head no and covered your face with your arms. "You'll be mad at me."

Leon's eyebrows furrowed with concern, carefully peeling your arms away from your face so you could look at him. "I would never get mad at you. You know that." He whispered, moving his hand around to support your back, thumbing rubbing soothingly at your skin.

It was true, he'd never gotten mad at you before. But this was different, you felt different. You were acting different and you didn't know why. You couldn't explain to him what was wrong even if you wanted to.

The dejected look that fell across your face as you averted your gaze was telling enough. He couldn't drag that information out of you, but he could hopefully make you feel better in the meantime.

Leon smiled and leaned forward to kiss your forehead, beginning the short walk back to the bed as he muttered against your skin. "Ya hungry? You've been back here awhile.."

He felt you nod, smiling as he gently placed you down on the bed. "Lay down and I'll bring you a snack. I'll even lay with you."

Your tummy fluttered at the idea of Leon cuddling with you, so you nodded again, much more enthusiastically this time. Your tail was wagging when he returned, quickly moving to press up to his side when he sat down next to you on the bed and handed you a sliced apple and some water.

It was little things like the laundry that Leon began to notice more and more over the next couple weeks. He would come home and have to go on what was essentially a hunt to find you because your cute ass was always hiding somewhere different; under his bed, in his closet, in the laundry basket again, and even right by the front door, somehow managing to pull down a couple of his jackets from the coat rack and make a little nest to curl up in.

Leon asked Chris about it one day at work while watching you pace around in the living room from one of the cameras, worried there was some lack of enrichment that he was somehow failing to provide. You were so happy before, but now you were right back to being the same anxious mess he saw at the adoption center all those months ago.

"You should call and ask that lady. She might know something." Chris shrugged, taking a sip from a can of soda. "I don't know much about goat hybrids, let alone females hybrids." He huffed out through his nose with a smile, but Leon only tightened his lips in response. Chris did have a point though, it could be something to do with your specific breed and gender.

Once Leon got home, he quickly found you with some of his dirty clothes under the bed again before giving the old lady at the adoption center at the call. The one thought he was avoiding was the possibility of you being sick to some degree. You were part prey animal, and those types of animals tended to hide their sickness. He learned this from trying to research what was wrong with you himself.

He stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door behind himself. You would sometimes skitter off to hide somewhere else after he'd already found you once that day, so he didn't want you disappearing while he was on the phone.

It was hard for Leon to explain over the phone what you'd been doing, but once he mentioned you making a nest out of his jackets did the lady know what the problem was. You were going into heat soon.

"Heat? The hell is that?" He scratched the side of his face, turning to look at the bedroom door to make sure it was still closed. Having that whole ordeal explained to him had him running a slow hand down the entirety of his face. Guess they can kick in for farm hybrids anywhere between 21-28 years old.

Of course. You were a girl. He really should've known all this when he first got you.

He had to help you manage it too. From what the lady said, you'd be a complete mess soon since you'd already been acting strange like that for a couple weeks now.

However, Leon wasn't completely opposed to the idea of *helping* you. In fact, he was a bit excited at the prospect of getting to explore you a bit more intimately. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he liked you. Liked you. Always so cute bounding around the house, snuggling up to him at night, giving him little pecks on his cheek when he picked you up. You were so hard to resist.

Not to mention that he couldn't keep his hands from straying whenever he helped you bathe. He would spread your pussy lips apart and use the excuse of making sure everything was clean to get a better view. Your little ass wasn't any safer with his thumb rubbing circles on it whenever he had to hold your tail up. You made the most precious noises when he touched you.

Alright, he could do this. Helping you with your heat seemed easy enough. All he needed to do was just take a week or two off of work again to tend to your needs. He definitely wasn't going to turn down getting to spend extra time with you. His little lamb.

About three days into his time off from work was when your heat fully started to kick in. You woke up in the middle of the panting, sweating, and restless, helping yourself out of the bed and down the stairs into the kitchen to drink some water. It helped for a short period, but when you woke up again, you were laying in a small wet puddle on the bed.

You started to cry because you thought you'd wet yourself, waking Leon in the process. He seemed confused, trying to make out what you were babbling about until you pulled the blankets back. Seeing the puddle made you cry more and Leon had to reassure you multiple times that everything was alright.

He sat up with his back up against the headboard and pulled you onto his lap, letting you weep into his bare chest. You were clearly a bit more emotional than usual, but Leon didn't mind, especially when he could feel a small wet spot forming on his boxers from you. He just whispered sweet nothings to you while rubbing your back, silently relishing in the feeling of your wet little cunt pressing on him.

Leon kept you up on his chest even once you calmed down, explaining your predicament the same way to you as the old lady had explained to him over the phone, faintly ghosting his fingers over the wet fur surrounding your crotch all the while.

He occasionally moved his hand around to pet and squeeze your fluffy ass cheeks, rub his thumb over your asshole again, or to stroke your tail, gauging your reactions. More emotional, even more sensitive.

You sighed and gasped at every touch, eyes having closed at some point during his explanation. Leon seemed to understand what was going on with you, so you didn't see much reason to worry. He'd make sure you were okay.

"You just need a little extra loving this week. That seem okay?" Leon hummed when you nodded, bringing his hand back down to part the fur covering your pussy. "Good. Who doesn't want some extra love, right?"

You jolted a bit when his index finger began to run up and down through your dripping folds, only relaxing again once his other hand came up to rub between your shoulder blades. "Easy, girl, easy..."

Your legs naturally parted further for him, tail staying lifted. "That feel good, little lamb?" Leon whispered, adding his middle finger to continue stroking your folds when you gave him a small moan in response.

"Yeah it does.. yeah..." A groan rumbled deep in Leon's chest, rubbing the tips of his fingers over your slit as slick consistently leaked from it. It had already started to drip down past your clit, saturating the fur on your stomach before eventually dripping onto his boxers, right above his bulge. It was wet from before, but feeling the new spot form was driving him insane.

Despite not being able to see it, the man spread your outer lips apart. He groaned when you whined and lifted your hips slightly, eyebrows furrowing again when your tail wagged a couple times.

"You like that?" Leon breathed out a low chuckle as he moved his fingers down to stroke your wet clit. "Like when Mr. Kennedy plays with you like this?"

"I-oh-.. yes, sir.." Leon paused to pull you up a bit further on his chest to kiss you, fingers quickly returning to massage your clit. You didn't quite know how to kiss back, so you just did your best to follow his lead. The kisses on your lips made you feel warmer than you already were.

His free hand had moved down your back to your tail, grabbing it firmly to so he could lightly tug on it. Your moans only increased in volume at that, panting with your lips still pressed on his. You were steadily leaking now, the combined feeling of his fingers on your clit while he stroked your tail causing you to gush. His fingers and the top of his palm were completely drenched.

"Such a good girl~..." Leon sighed, moving his fingers off your clit so he could pet the fur around your pussy. "You're so soft here, baby.."

You'd been blushing already, but his sweet words were only making it worse. Your pussy was aching now, hips jerking back subconsciously for his touch.

"Hmm? What is it, sugar?" He knew what you wanted, he just wanted to hear your delicate voice again. "P-please-.. keep playing with me, Mr. Kennedy..."

Oh, you were just darling. "Atta girl, using your big girl words.." Leon smirked, moving his index and middle fingers back to rub your clit. Your head was growing foggy now, face buried in the juncture of his neck to breathe in his scent. It was so strong there, musky and warm, reminded you of cinnamon.

He dipped his middle finger into your wet hole down to the first knuckle accompanied by a particularly rough tug to your tail, pulling a squeal from you in the process.

"I know, oh, I know~..." Leon cooed quietly into your right ear. His hot breath tickled, making your ear flick forward. "You're so tight, baby.. Squeezing around my big finger..."

He slowly sunk his finger into you further. Your legs were trembling on either side of his waist, small hands grasping onto his pecs as breathy moans and whimpers poured from your lips. Once he curled his finger, you came, whole body shaking as you let out a cry.

Such a pretty sight for Leon, watching you drool onto his chest, all dumb from just a finger. He could get used to this.

With lots of encouraging words and caresses to your tail he was eventually able to get two fingers into you, pumping them in and out of you, curling them every so often just to hear you whine for him.

The fullness was so new to you, and with the man filling your senses combined with the sensitivity your heat provided, it wasn't long before you were clamping down on his fingers again, cumming for the second time with a weak gasp that fell into whimpering and panting.

"There ya go.. easy, girl.." Leon moved his hand away from your tail to push your ear closer to his lips, kissing the soft inside as he whispered into it. He carefully removed his fingers from you to bring into his mouth, swapping his hands so the other was now flat on your lower back. Your slick tasted so sweet, like honey on his tongue. He'll be tasting more of that later.

He planted one last kiss to your lips before shifting down on the bed so he could lay back down, arms tightly wrapped around you as he rolled onto his side.

You fell asleep in no time, the sound of Leon's steady heartbeat soothing your fast one back to a regular pace.

You must've been feeling the effects of your heat come the next morning, considering you slept until the late afternoon. You just seemed more fatigued, totally understandable.

Before you'd woken up, Leon managed to do a bit more research of his own. He wanted to stay informed on how this whole heat thing would go, taking note of the various effects; hypersensitivity to touch and sound, fatigue, cravings, increased libido, lactation?, clinginess, flushed skin, and that excessive slick would last throughout the whole heat. Everything else would come and go in waves, apparently.

He was sitting on the couch, phone in his hands when you emerged from the bedroom, rubbing at your eyes with a small yawn. Without saying a word, you walked over and stood in front of his legs up. Leon could only smile as you crawled up onto his lap, pushing yourself underneath his arms.

You had your back flush against him, leaning your head back so it was resting between his pecs. Thankfully your horns were short enough that they didn't poke him.

Your furry legs were parted around his, arms hanging loosely at your sides with your tail tucked beneath your butt. There, you fell asleep again.

The man placed one hand on your leg to play with your soft fur, turning his attention back to his phone as he continued to read. Soon he was looking down at you, an idea in mind. He shook your leg a bit to see if you would wake up and you didn't even stir. Fantastic.

Smirking, Leon opened the camera on his phone and flipped it so it was front-facing. He'd gotten pictures of you in the past, usually more candid photos of you cuddling with him, but nothing like this.

He moved his hand from your leg to your crotch, parting the fur with his fingers to reveal your still dripping pussy. It was always nice to look at the cute pictures he'd gotten of you when he's at work or on a mission, so what's the harm in getting just a few more? He already knew he'd be missing this when he had to return to work.

Leon made sure to get the wet spot you were forming on his sweatpants in view, taking some pictures with and without his fingers caressing your glistening folds. He brought the phone up to give the photos a good look, smirk widening before bringing it back down to focus more on your breasts.

Lactation. They did seem a bit more pronounced than usual. Taking a simple video wouldn't hurt, right?

Once pressing record, Leon rubbed his free hand across your chest, gently massaging one breast at a time. He circled his index finger around one of your nipples before giving it an experimental pinch, his breath hitching when couple droplets of milk beaded from it. Oh wow.

He massaged the one breast a bit more firmly before moving to pinch your nipple again, groaning to himself as a few more droplets beaded and collected on his thumb.

Leon placed the phone down after ending the recording, hurriedly placing both hands on your breasts as he began to massage both of them a bit more firmly. Pinching both your nipples made you whimper in your sleep, though he barely registered it when his eyes were flooded with the sight of more milk droplets falling onto his fingers.

Jesus, thats amazing. He swallowed dryly, only continuing for a minute more until deciding to give your probably very sensitive breasts a break and let you sleep.

You woke up when Leon had to move you off of his lap, whining as you watched him stand up from the couch. "I'll be right back, little lamb." He shushed you, placing you on your side with your head on one of the plush decorative pillows. He needed to take care of his hard-on before he exploded and he can't really do that with your hot and wet little cunt pressing right on it.

The rest of the day was spent with Leon holding you up with one arm while he did chores, your head on his shoulder. You whined and complained and cried until he picked you up, wanting to stay as close as possible to the man.

Something about your heat must kick in at night because you were more awake after the sun had set, clinging to Leon like your life depended on it. You didn't understand, but something in you ached, you *needed* him. It was hard convey, so you just went back to whining and complaining as he got ready for bed.

"Baby, you gotta let me brush my teeth I-" he was cut off when you suddenly fondled him through his sweatpants. His scent was strong down here, you really liked it. The man spit into the sink before reaching down to place a firm hand atop your head. "Hey hey, careful with the equipment."

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his waist, the side of your face squished against his stomach with your tail wagging happily. He hummed and finished brushing his teeth. "Alright, go and hop in bed. Go on." He shooed you away with a playful grin, giving your ass a gentle smack when you turned to trot off.

Reaching around, you rubbed over the spot where he smacked your butt, looking over your shoulder at him for a brief moment. It made your tummy flutter like before.

You crawled into the bed and watched the bathroom door until Leon walked out, smile immediately returning as he walked over to his side of the bed. He got in next to you and sighed, laying with his arms behind his head. His eyes were closed but he could just tell you were leaning over him.

"What's up, love?" Leon hummed, peaking one eye open to look up at you. You weren't tired, you were achey. You can't sleep when you were achey. "D'ya need somethin'?"

You thought for a moment before nodding. "Yes-.. yeah.."

"Whaddya need then? You know how to use your words." Leon closed the one eye, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he felt you move to sit on his chest.

"Will you-... uh.. will you play with me again, Mr. Kennedy?" He could feel your tail wagging, soft white fur rubbing side to side across his skin.

He raised an eyebrow, yet his eyes remained closed. "Ask nicely, sugar."

You groaned, eyebrows furrowing with frustration. You wanted him to look at you but his eyes were closed, now he was making you repeat yourself. So mean. "Please, Mr. Kennedy..."

"Please what?" Leon's laugh only frustrated you more, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you struggled to think. "Please play with me!"

Noticing your shaky tone, Leon opened one eye again, smirk falling to a kind smile. "Okay, alright, don't get your panties in a bunch."

"...my what?" You sniffled, blinking away your tears as he sat up onto his elbows. "Don't worry about it. Can you hop off for just a second, sweets?"

You nodded and slid off to the right, watching him shimmy off his sweatpants, left fully naked with a semi. He rolled onto his side and moved closer to you, pressing his hand to your chest to gently guide you to lay down.

"I'll play with ya real nice.." He grunted, watching your legs part for him as he slotted his head between them. He was craving the taste of that honey-sweet slick on his tongue, and after placing his left hand around the inside of your thigh, right hand spreading you open, he dove in.

Not wanting to waste a single second, he began to greedily lap at your folds, moaning in tandem with you as he swallowed every drop of slick you were oh so graciously offering to him. Your soft fur tickling his face was the last thing he was thinking about, tongue tracing every perfect inch of your cunt.

Your moans and gasps were music to his ears, chuckling into your cunt as he looked up to your face. So blissed out already. You'd be the death of him, though he'd die a happy man.

Leon wrapped his lips around your clit, swirling his tongue around it as he gently sucked. You were wiggling a lot, you needed to stay still.

Pulling away with a growl, he sat up on his knees and grabbed both your ankles with his hand. He lifted them up so your ass was lifted slightly from the bed before diving back down into your cunt. That was way better.

While his right hand held your legs up, his left hand wandered down to your puckered hole, occasionally dipping the tip of his thumb into it following a few circles around the rim. It was already wet enough from the mixture of your slick and his spit. Plus, it was right there just waiting to be toyed with.

His cock was throbbing for you, desperate to feel your tight, silky walls wrapped around him. He pulled his mouth away from you after a minute with a gravelly laugh, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of you with your legs held up, crossed at the ankles, along with your weeping pussy.

He was smart enough to leave his phone close by on the nightstand, so he was able to reach over and grab it without jostling you too much. This picture was going in his wallet, that's for sure.

"Mr. Kennedyyy..." you whined, weakly attempting to pull your legs from his grasp.

"Relax," Leon tapped the bottom of your hooves with his thumb before slowly letting your legs fall back to the bed. "Mr. Kennedy just wanted to savor the view."

He sat up against the headboard, patting his lap with a smile. It took you a second to recollect yourself enough to crawl onto him, Leon helping you by offering a hand for you to balance with.

"Perfect, riiiight there.." He sat you just right so his dick settled into the part in your fur that he made, then placing his hands on the point of your hips to begin leisurely grinding you down on him. The wet shlick from his dick gliding through your folds was absolutely divine. He had to keep himself from plunging into you.

"Pl-ease, sir..." you brokenly whined as his tip caught your clit, causing you to jerk your hips forward.

"No need to beg, my lamb. You'll get just what you need.." He moved one hand to grab your bicep to help keep you lifted up as he positioned his cock at your hole. "I'll be so careful, as gentle as I can..."

Your face contorted in a silent cry as he began to push you down onto him, rubbing soothing circles into your hips. "You're doing so well, sugar" He grunted, "my big, strong girl~.."

Leon was so careful, just like he promised you, giving you all the time you needed to adjust and stretch to his length. Your eyes were shut tight, ears pressed back against your head as you whimpered. He made you feel so full, it really did satisfied that achey feeling you had.

"God that's so hot.." The man whispered to himself, grabbing his phone again to take a picture of the obvious bulge in your tummy from his cock, putting his hand next to it for reference. He moved his hand over it and pressed gently, listening to your drawn out whimper.

"Oh I bet you're- fuck- just loving that, huh baby girl?" Leon growled at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, slick started to leak down his shaft and to his balls.

Wanting to give you a bit more time, he started to grind you on him again. "Gah- noo, too- ngh~.. too full, Mr. Kennedy.."

"Yeah?" Leon purred, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip as he watched your face. "Too full?"

You nodded with a whimpered out "yes", hands clenched in fists at your sides, unsure of where to put them.

"But you're making Mr. Kennedy feel so good, sweetheart.." He barely lifted you up before letting you slide back down to the base, hands hovering close to your waist.

"...yeah..?" You panted, body starting tremble with adrenaline, nipples perked up. "Soooo good.." Leon responded, hunching over to pull one of your nipples into his mouth. Your hands flew to his arms, digging your nails into his skin as you gasped.

The man growled again at the taste of what little milk he got, furrowing his brow as he started to lift you up and down on his cock by holding onto your sides.

Your pussy squelched and dripped around his cock, dragging moan after moan from your beautiful lips. All he could do was focus on bouncing you now, leaning back to watch his cock disappear into your fur-covered cunt each time he dropped you down onto it.

He almost laughed when he saw your ears bouncing with you, but he didn't want to make you feel embarrassed. No, he'll save that for later when he shows Chris the pretty pictures and video he took of you.

Your walls quivered and clenched around him, tip bumping into your cervix, leaving him grunting as he neared his own high. Pulling out was going to be a difficult task, you cradled his cock so well.

He couldn't get you pregnant, right? No, surely not.

"Mr- ah! Mr. Kennedy..!" Your voice warbled, crying out for him as your tensed up with your orgasm.

"Oh shit.. yeah, yeahhhhh~..." Leon let out a strained groan as you tightened around him like a vice, rutting into you a few more times before spilling his load.

Most of it spilled out and around his cock since he continued to bounce you shallowly on it for a few seconds longer.

You breathed heavily as you tried to catch your breath, leaning forward to fall against his chest with a whine.

The two of you sat for awhile, Leon just soaking in the euphoria of it all. Soon, he delicately lifted you off and laid you next to him, brushing a couple stray strands of hair from your sweaty forehead.

He cleaned you off, but not before getting one last picture of your spent cunt dripping with his cum.

The man'll wait until tomorrow morning to get you in the shower with him. For now, he'll just pull you closer to him, pet the back of your hair while you sleep.

There's still about a week more of this heat of yours, then he'll have to head back to work. He'd stay home forever if it meant taking care of you.

Thinking back, that old lady from the adoption center was right. You did end up being the perfect little lap pet.

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pretty-blkgirl · 4 months

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Say Yes [Part Two]

//fem!reader x Ot8!Skz//

Synopsis: You get slipped a note from your favorite idol to meet him at his hotel room, but he's not the only one there

Genre: smut/suggestive, crack, fluff

Warnings: sexual situations, reader uses she/her pronouns

A/N: thank you @seoyeonleexoxo for the requestttt ❤️ I initially didn’t want this to be three parts but this part ended up so lengthy 😭 Third part is gonna be the conclusion 💗

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“Okay y/n, breathe” You chant to yourself as the elevator rises quickly to the second floor. Admittedly, you get out and pace around the hallway a little, catching the eye of some curious staff members walking between the rooms.

“Excuse me,” One woman says, coming up to you. You know she’s staff, especially since her employee badge is still hanging around her neck.

“This floor is reserved,” She says politely, “Are you supposed to be up here?”

You dig in your pocket to fish out the envelope you had gotten. A little panicked, you give it to her. Wordlessly, she looks at the picture and the (signed) NDA.

A tight-lipped smile graces her face, “Follow me.”

She gives you the envelope back and practically jogs down the hall. You walk quickly to keep up, and you two end up in front of room B6.

“Please remember the stipulations of the NDA,” She says, “The rest of the document should be in the room. Read over it when you receive it”

The envelope in your pocket feels heavy as she bows at you and walks off.

You stand there for another 5 minutes before knocking four straight times. Your heart beats out of your chest as you hear a hushed voice on the other side of the door.

It opens soon enough, and you come face-to-face with Bang Chan himself.

“There you are” He smiles, the gorgeous dimples in his cheeks making you feel at ease. He moved aside to let you in, and you go in with a little less hesitation than you should have.

“I didn’t get your name,” Chan says, “I’m Chris”

This makes you giggle, of course, you know who he is. But he’s just being polite, which makes you a little more relaxed.

“I’m y/n” You say

He nods and takes you further into the rather large room. The lights are dimmed, but you can make out the other two silhouettes lying across the king-sized bed.

You jump a little as Han Jisung sits up and confidently walks over to you. His cool nature spikes your already high anxiety levels.

“Hello,” He says, “I’m Han”

He points over to a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne sticking out

“Want a drink?”

You can’t even answer before Changbin gets up and walks to the three of you. He’s wearing a tight, black tank top, making you a little dizzy as you get a full view of his muscles.

“You can’t just ask her that, Han,” He says, flicking the younger’s forehead and giving you a nice smile, “I’m Changbin”

“I’m being polite” Han defends

Changbin rolls his eyes, “She’s gonna think we wanna get her drunk or something- We dont by the way”

The two start to argue in Korean, making Chan laugh from behind you.

“Please excuse them, how about we take a seat?”

You nod and follow him over to a small table with two chairs. Everything seems to be going in slow motion. How in the hell are you in a hotel room with 3racha? THEE 3RACHA?

Once you two sit, Chan immediately starts to ask you about yourself. You reveal you just graduated college, and the concert earlier was a little treat for yourself after managing to save money while still paying your tuition and other expenses. You talk about your hometown, your favorite shows, your favorite songs, and how you got into Skz

“In my sophomore year of college, I had a professor who loved to play music at the start of class. She usually played louder music to wake everyone up since the class was so early, one day she played Gods Menu- I Shazammed the song and the rest was history”

Chan laughs hysterically at this, even more so that you added the fact that your teacher was a 70-something-year-old lady.

“That’s so cute” He smiles, “So you’ve been a fan for a couple of years”

“Yep. My friends have been fans for much longer though, one of them since pre-debut”

“That’s sweet” He grins, “We love our Stays, especially ones that are so beautiful”

He takes his hand and caresses your face, making your heart start to beat concerningly fast. You hear the other two men stop arguing, looking over to see them watching you and Chan with twin looks of lust.

“We saw you in the venue,” Chan says, bringing your attention back to him, “I’m sorry if all of this is overwhelming, please tell us if you feel uncomfortable”

“It’s okay,” You say quickly, “I’m okay”

Changbin and Han come and stand by the table, Han giving you a shy smile and Changbin’s smirk making you bite your lip.

“The other members saw you too,” Han says

“Where are they?” You question

“In their rooms. We figured we may scare you off if you saw all eight of us. Don’t want you to feel cornered” Chan explains

A strong sense of boldness and pure disbelief fill you as you utter a quiet, “They can come in here”

And with that, Changbin leaves the room and comes back minutes later with the other five members.

“Hi” Felix’s deep voice and bright smile greet you, “Glad to see you”

“Thought you wouldn’t come,” Seungmin says, “This is a little strange, isn’t it?”

The boys all sit in various spots in the room. You and Chan remain at the small table, him giving you reassuring looks as you contemplate the situation in front of you

“Why did you guys invite me here?” You ask

“We wanna fuck you,” Seungmin says bluntly

A chorus of scoldings comes his way as he laughs

“It’s true!” He exclaims, “It’s not fair to keep her guessing. We saw you and thought you were so gorgeous that we thought it’d be worth a shot to ask you here”

“Of course, you don’t have to do anything,” Felix says, “You can leave right now, no problem”

You contemplate for a moment. How is this real life? How in the fuck did you find yourself surrounded by eight of the most beautiful men on Earth, all wanting to fuck you?

If this is a dream, you don’t want to wake up -so with that in mind- you say;

“I wanna stay”

Hyunjin is shocked at your acceptance of the offer, “Are you sure?” He asks

“Yes,” You say with an odd sense of confidence, “Give me the NDA”

Han goes to one of the nightstands and pulls out a stack of paper from the drawer.

“You have the last page of it, this is the rest.” He says, handing it to you

“Do you guys just have NDAs on standby?” You joke, but Chan looks at you with a look of seriousness

“Our team does in case any of us choose to have a random hook up” He admits, “This one is more lengthy though”

You start to look through the papers, all the men patiently waiting for you to read through everything.

There’s a “hook up” clause, essentially saying that you can’t reveal anything about the one night you and any member have had.

There’s a “Causal” clause, one stating that if you and any member(s) were to have causal interactions, you are not to say or allude to anything.

However, there’s a “Connection” clause, this one revealing that you are allowed to spend time with any member(s) [If you and he choose to stay in contact in a serious matter] with help from JYP staff. You are allowed to attend any Skz events of your choosing, be at their residence, and go out with them on dates while swearing to not say anything about the arrangement and allow the staff to keep a close eye on you.

“Interesting” Is all you say by the time you finish the paperwork. I.N. had silently given you a pen to write your signature on a couple of dotted lines.

“There are three arrangements” Felix reiterates, “Do any of them sound good to you?”

“I’d prefer the connection arrangement,” You say truthfully, “I’ve had casual sex here and there but I’d like to build some kind of relationship with you all”

Heat rises to your face as you look back at a smiley Chan.

“I understand I’m only a fan but I would hate to just fuck you all and then leave. Especially if I’m offered free concerts and shit”

Chan and Felix burst out in laughter, making you even more comfortable than you were before

“No, I understand” Chan nods, “We’d love to get to know you as well.”

“Great, I’m glad we’re in agreeance”

As much as you wish you could have just hugged all of them and started the process of getting to know the members, you caught sight of how good they looked right at that moment.

And well, you have needs.

You look around the room and your eyes stop at a shy-looking I.N, whose face turns red at the way you were looking at him.

“Do you guys have condoms?”

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g-xix · 2 months

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Chris j looks so pocket sized AWHH

Stop he's so small how'd he not get blown away by the wind at the top of the mountain 🥺

#WAFFLE!!#chrismd #chris dixon #george clarkey #arthur tv #arthurtv #atv #w2s #wroetoshaw #reev #reevhd #harry lewis

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querenciasturniolo · 1 year

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your fics are absolutely just the best. could you potentially right about how y/n and the triplets go to a fair together and while doing one of the game stands y/n wants to win a stuff bunny or just stuff animal in general and her and matt have this competition to see who’s better at winning the game and matt ends up winning but surprises y/n by getting her the stuff bunny/animal??

water gun ⮕ m.s.

word count: 909

warnings: swearing

summary: you challenge matt to a game, and it doesn’t go as expected

a/n: this idea was so cute, ignore the fact that the ending is awful, my brain wouldn’t cooperate lmao

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

When Chris caught wind of a pop up carnival being just a few blocks down from their house, he convinced all of you to go.

There were no rides, just rigged games and food stands. The four of you were walking around aimlessly, stopping at each food stand and getting something to share. You were all standing on the edge of the path, Chris pounding the fried dough and pointing at one of the booths.

“We have to win a goldfish.” He said, his mouth completely full. You looked at him and pulled a face.

“Chris, the goldfish game is rigged. Besides, the goldfish will die in like three days just because of it being jostled around for the rest of the night.” You said, Chris whining dramatically as you put a piece of dough in your mouth.

Your eyes scanned over the carnival, immediately stopping on the water gun game. You watched a few of the kids fondly, seeing how excited they got when the water hit the target and the little rocket moved up a centimeter. The prizes varied, but a single stuffed animal caught your eye.

“You guys, the water guns, we have to!” You said, looking between all three of them. Chris rolls his eyes.

“So the goldfish game is rigged, but the rocket one isn’t? I see how it is.” He grumbled, tossing the empty plate into the trash can and following you as you made your way to the game.

“What’s the time limit to get the big, purple bunny?” You asked, the carny looking up from his phone to shrug.

“Whoever’s rocket hits the bell first in under thirty seconds, gets to choose anything, regardless of size. Sixty seconds, the medium and small prizes. Ninety seconds or more, the small prizes only.” He said, his voice tired,

You nodded your head and handed him the money, looking back at the triplets with your eyebrows raised.

“You guys gonna play, or are you scared of eating my dust?” You challenged, Matt scoffing and handing the carny his money.

“Bring it on.” He said, Nick and Chris standing off to the side with surprise etched into their features. You rolled your eyes and sat in the rickety stool, Matt dropping down next to you as he shook out his arms.

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you, Matt looking at you with a raised brow. “Do you have a problem with how I prepare to win?” He asked, provoking another laugh to leave your lips.

“Not at all, it just isn’t convincing.” You said, turning your attention back to your water gun and grinning at the shocked look on Matt’s face.

The carny put his phone in his pocket and looked up unamused. “Alright, the water will start shooting automatically when I start it. Aim towards the target, and try to keep it steady. Go.”

The water guns started, and you immediately aimed for the target. Your rocket barely moved, your eyes flickering over to see Matt’s rocket moving just a little bit more than yours.

“Fuck.” You said, reaching over with one hand to shove Matt’s shoulder, his stream of water jostling.

“That’s cheating, you dick!” He said, laughter spilling from him as he grabbed the top of your water gun and jerked it to the side, the stream hitting the target next to yours. The both of you carried on like this, trying to sabotage the other while trying to hit the bell first.

Matt’s rocket hits the bell, yours reaching the bell seconds after. You groaned, stepping off the stool and lightly shoving Matt by the shoulder.

“Lucky shot.” You said, Matt looking at you and raising his eyebrows.

“Lucky shot, my ass. You’re just mad you suck.” He teased. You rolled your eyes, fighting the smile off your face as you stepped past Matt and went to Chris and Nick.

“Not a word.” You said, Chris closing his mouth and nodding.

“Isn’t that the one you wanted?” Nick asked. You turned around, seeing the carny hand Matt the purple bunny you wanted.

You scoffed and laughed, crossing your arms over your chest as Matt walked over. “So not only do you cheat the system, but you rub my loss in my face with the only thing I wanted?” You said, Matt scoffing and shaking his head.

“Actually, I got it for you, but if you don’t want it.” He said, holding it close to him. Your face lit up, your hands immediately reaching out and ripping it out of his hand.

“Are you serious? Oh my God, I take back everything I said, you’re my favorite person.” You rambled, wrapping Matt in a hug. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, lightly squeezing before pulling away.

“Oh yeah, I didn’t want you to feel too badly about your loss.” He said, you scoffing and holding the bunny under your arm.

You turned and started walking, Matt falling into step with you.

“Please, you just love me, and you don’t want to admit it.” You said, Matt shaking his head.

“Yeah, don’t gas yourself too much.” He teased. You glanced over at him, seeing the pink tint to his cheeks and smiling to yourself.

You would definitely bring it up at some point, but not tonight. Tonight was for teasing your friends and challenging them to different games. You’d lost each one, but it was a perfect night nonetheless.

#matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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panfluidme · 4 months

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LOST IN THE WOODS

Chris hated being alone on missions since someone always got hurt, especially when he or Martin were mini sized. Martin currently wasn't, but Chris was small, as small as a mouse. All communications were down. Which was a normal, but very stupid, thing that happened far too often than it should.

The brunet liked being small, it was a cool way to get up and personal with smaller animals, but being lost and alone while being as small as an ant was absolutely terrifying. Not to mention, he was getting hungry and it was getting dark.

He knew for a fact that he didn't have any food. The adventure the brothers Kratt had gone on was long and an overnight trip, so he and Martin had already eaten all of their rations and had been on the way back to the Tortuga. On the way back, Chris had been sitting on Martin's shoulder since the Miniaturizer was broken and this was the best way to cover a lot of ground in less time.

A gust of wind blew Chris off Martin's shoulder, but it hadn't been strong enough to alert Martin. Chris immediately regretted not being in Martin's pocket instead of sitting on his shoulder.

Chris landed on a pile of decomposing leaves. He still got a few cuts and scrapes, but they weren't bad enough for him to really register them. He jumped up and down, waving his arms and shouting to see if Martin could hear him.

However, Martin kept walking. Which meant that he hadn't heard the mini Kratt brother. Chris crossed his arms as he thought how he was going of survive out here alone. As the size of an ant. An insect that was a beloved food for many animals here that can get a hold of it.

"This is great," Chris grumbled, "just great! I'm alone and small. What am I supposed to do without Martin?"

There was a pause as Chris thought, tapping his fingers against his arm.

"I know! Call the Tortuga. Duh."

The brunet tapped the Creature Pod's screen. He tried to call the Tortuga, but was only met with static. He tried calling Martin, but was given the same result.

Annnnddddd...

This wasn't good. The Tortuga had probably been hijacked.... Again.

"Okay, Chris," he said as he started to pace. "You're the size of an ant in the Amazon Rainforest. You can't contact anyone. You have no food. Martin hasn't noticed you're missing because you're so small. So the best bet is to start going back to the Tortuga and hope for the best."

Chris started walking to the east, believing that this was the right way to go since he knew there was a turn to the east somewhere along the path.

Martin walked for ten minutes before he paused after realizing that Chris hasn't said anything for a little while. He looked around, panicking a little when he couldn't see his little brother (in a physical and age sense).

"Chris? Where did you go?"

The brunet didn't answer. Martin decided to try to call him, his screen going static when he dialed him. He put the Creature Pod away, scratching his chin. What was the best course of action? Retrace his steps could work, but then, what if he accidentally stepped on Chris? He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he was the reason Chris was hurt, or worse...

No, he can't think of that. Chris was smart and resourceful and very well trained. Chris wasn't going to get killed. Martin was sure of that.

Well, it didn't hurt to go retrace his steps anyway. He needed to find Chris just to be safe.

(And here's where I've run out of ideas, if anyone has any, please send them my way ^u^)

#wild Kratts #chris kratt #martin kratt #jimmy z #aviva corcovado #Koki #fluff #oneshot

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d3lta-200x · 2 years

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can i have a RE man with a short S/O? like, 5'2.

A/N: I have only just noticed that you sent me through an request so sorry if a lot of time has passed I haven't been very well resently and very run down but I hope you enjoy ☺️

RE men meeting a 5.2" S/O for the first time

TW: slight yandary themes and cannon typical violence :D

NO GENDER SPECIFIED

B/T = body type

F/C = favourite colour

H/C = hair colour

*Moreau*

His was surprised you're about the same height as him he couldn't help but notice you're amazing B/T.

He knows that the area is quite dangerous so he keeps a close eye on you. He leaves you flower in your F/C. He would definitely cherish you from a far.

*Leon s. Kennedy*

Some one who's smaller then him he would definitely go around calling you 'pocket sized'.

If he met you before RE2 it would probably be in a mall or down town

If it was during RE2 he probably miss tuck you for a lost child.

*Chris Redfield*

He noticed almost instantly there's a massive height difference. He thought you were a child a bit like Leon did.

*Albert Wesker*

How on earth does a small person like you bump into him. A strong overpowering tall man like him. It doesn't matter how or when but his addiction to you is clear

*Glenn Arias*

He definitely met you after his wife died. You probably were spotted when he was looking at the city camera's

*Ethan Winters*

Was definitely in a shop and walked into you and nearly fell over you despite him also being small. He would apologize profusely and offer to get you a drink another day

*Karl Hisenburg*

He was probably out doing things for mother Merander when he spotted you and that's how is obsession starts he would give you flowers anonymously and when he had enough courage he would kidnap you and ask you to be his.

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Since you seem to be the expert, could you write a quick fic of Chris or Don putting tiny Topher in their wallet and then putting their wallet in their back pocket?

Topher would be so excited to be in the wallet in the back pocket of his favorite hosts.

It's been 500 years pocket Topher anon. And I'm so sorry I took this long. But I finally got around to it! Don't know if this is what you were expecting, but it's what came out of my brain.

Also it's like nearly 1000 words. I hope it makes up for the wait.

There are many advantages to being a tinyshifter. Others would argue that being able to shrink was more dangerous than it was worth. What with being stepped on, or being seen as prey by now much larger animals, or just how long it took to get from one place to another.

Those people didn't see the potential that Topher saw. Being small was perfect for a gossip like him. You could get into anywhere before any security detail noticed. He'd even snuck his way into the hottest party of the year once! Yeah he'd nearly gotten mauled to death by a fiesty purse dog. It had been worth it to actually spot the Chris Mcclean. For the 5 seconds it took for someone to see him unshrunken and kick him out.

So when his dad revealed that he was going to host a new show traveling the world, Topher was more than excited. He could sneak onto the most hyped up reality show AND get a free flight to wherever he wanted?! Sweet! Or, it would be if his dad had said yes to tagging along.

But he never listened to the word 'no', and he wasn't about to start now.

He waited until Don was about to leave. He always forgot something last minute. He always panicked, and it always made it easier to snatch his wallet.

Not that it was hard to steal his dad's wallet in the first place. Oh the things he'd charged on that credit card. And he WAS running low on hair products...

Wait, focus! eyes on the prize Topher!

He set the wallet down on the coffee table right by the front door. Perfect, now for the fun part.

He focused on making his body curl in on itself without actually moving. Just have to be as small as a mouse to slip into places and get the best gossip. Smaller, smaller...perfect! He was pocket sized now. Now to just slip himself inside of the wallet.

That was on the coffee table miles above him. Oh. Whoops. No problem, he just had to grow back to normal, sit on the table, and THEN shrink.

And he had to do it now because he could hear the thunderous creaks of his dad coming down the stair.

Crap crap crap! He thought of getting bigger as quick as he possibly could. The second he was able to reach the coffee table, he climbed onto it. The table creaked at his weight but that didn't matter now. He could hear Don's footsteps getting louder. It wasn't hard to shrink when he desperately wanted to hide. He dove into the folds of the wallet just as he heard Don stop in front of the table.

"Oh, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Topher could feel himself jostle as the wallet was being picked up. He couldn't see much of anything now that it was closed, but that didn't matter. He was so close to spoilers galore and worldwide shopping and why wasn't the wallet moving anymore?

He yelped when artificial light hit his face. He closed his eyes at the shock. When he opened them he could see Don's disappointed face staring at him.

"Topher, get out of my wallet." Don ordered.

"Aw, but the plan was so good and everything! How'd you know?" Topher whined. He crouched deeper so only his head was popping out of the wallet. If Don wanted Topher out, he'd have to grab him himself.

"You really thought I wouldn't notice my wallet being heavier?"

"Are you calling me fat? I can see the headlines now. 'Up and coming reality tv host Don Mallory gets cancelled for fatphobic comments. Public devastated!' Your career would be ruined. But if you were to, I don't know, make it up to me with a trip around the world-"

"Topher, you know I can't just bring you along! The network won't just let me bring a plus one."

"Then the network doesn't have to know! Let me hide in your wallet. We can call this father and son bonding!" Topher knew Don was always desperate for ways for them to connect, so maybe this would work?

"We've already done that in a way that won't get me in trouble with the network! Remember disco night?"

"Disco is dead and you killed it."

Topher knew he screwed up when he saw his father's face fall at that comment. Okay, maybe that one was a bit too far. Don had been really happy when he'd dragged Topher along. It wasn't his fault his dad was super embarrassing!

"Topher."

"Okay, fine, sorry! Just...please? Who knows when I'm going to get a chance like this again?" Don was still looking hurt so great, okay, fine, Topher would make it up to him. "...You can tell me all the history facts they make you cut for time?"

The smile began to return to Don's face and Topher knew he had him. Don still let out a light sigh. "Alright, BUT. You have to stay in my pocket the whole time we're airing. No trying to get on camera."

"Promise!" Topher lied. He wouldn't ever stop trying to do that, but he could stop himself from making it TOO obvious. "Now, don't you still have a flight to catch?"

"Right, right. Sorry, this is going to be a bit bumpy." Don moved his thumb and gently pushed Topher's head back all the way into his wallet. Topher immediately began trying to fix his hair from the safe confines of the wallet before being jostled as he was moved into complete darkness.

By the way he was now moving, he was in Don's pocket now, moving rapidly as Don moved to grab his luggage.

Luggage that Topher wouldn't have with sneaking himself on.

Oh well. He'd just figure something out later.

#Father and son Don and Topher is real to me #you can blame Scribb for that #also Scribb did beta read this for me for characterization #so thanks Scribb!#Topher's just a little menace #literally #perp writing #perp answers ask #total drama #total drama fanfiction #total drama topher #td topher #total drama don #td don #total drama giant/tiny #total drama g/t #giant/tiny

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chansbabygirlsstuff · 5 months

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Just a bet Chapter 11

6:13 pm

The car's engine turns off, you look through the window encountering Chan's apartment.

you look at him and he smiles softly, his smile telling you that you will be ok

"Come on, let's go inside before it starts raining" his soft smile never leaving his lips, making you feel calm and safe

you get out of the car, making sure not to slam the door of his car as you help him get your bags out of the car

he takes his keys out and locks the car before putting them back in his pocket and taking out his keys to his home, he opens his door and lets us in

"Welcome to my house" he smiles as he puts both keys on the little table near the door, he takes off his shoes as I do as well

"thank you," I tell him almost in a whisper but loud enough for him to hear me

"let me get you to your room" he carries your bag with two hands and leads the way to the room you will be staying in for now.

as you walk through his home you can see the living room a black, soft couch with a white blanket that lays unfolded in the left corner of the sofa, but to the left of the living room there stands the kitchen with all its light out, as well the hallway that has 4 rooms in it, Its a small apartment, but it's s great size just for him o live in it.

at the end of the hallway, there are 2 rooms in front of each other; thin paper walls cover the whole house.

He opens the left door of the 2 rooms at the end of the hallway "Here is your room, I hope you feel comfortable in it, and if you need something my room is just in front of yours" he lets a laugh through he smiles nervously

"no, don't worry Chan thank you for everything actually" You look at the floor feeling embarrassed of his kindness in letting you live with him for now

"ok then I will let you get comfortable, the bathroom is in the room next to you, and please tell me if you need something I will be in the living room" he smiles at you and closes your door

you can feel his pity towards you and you hate it, but you also thank him for getting you out of that hell as you look around the room you see a single bed with white bedsheets the wall behind it is also white which makes it look clean with a single table next to the bed with small cabinets

It also had a small wooden closet in the corner of the room you rool your bag next to the bed and sit on the edge of the bed

you hug your knees thinking about your next step, you can't live here for free you will need to pay him, help him with rent, food, water, and electricity, and your job is only a part-time at a 24/7 cafe that pays me $7 per day and I only work 4 days a week and per month that is $112

It would not be sufficient to help him out, that's why I couldn't live on my own.

Let's hope he doesn't tell me to pay right away so I have time to look for another job to work as well. As your mind is making numbers of how much you will need to pay Chris per month it adds up to $240 per month

That is impossible you nearly make $100 per month how the fuck will you be able to pay him!

your thoughts get interrupted by a knock at your door and then it opens

"Hey, you still up for some tacos? we can order it online and watch a movie if you want?"

You sit back in the right position not hugging your knees anymore

"Sure, takeout sounds nice" You try to put a smile on your face, but he could read the stress in the way your body was tense and the way you were sitting before.

"ok I will order and will it in the living room so I can play a movie" he smiles and closes the door

you look back to your suitcase open it and change your clothes into some sweatpants and a loose shirt that displays AC DC in it.

you go out of the room to go towards the living room You look at Chan who is on the doorstep picking up the takeout from the man "Thank you" you hear him say to the man and he closes the door

"Hey, you ready?" he asks you and sits on the couch "Yeah"

he changed his clothes from jeans to a black shirt to shorts with the same black shirt

"Love the shirt by the way," he tells me looking at the AC DC logo " I love their music" he comments "Me too they have amazing songs," you tell him

"Come sit here" he pats the spot next to him as he saw you awkwardly standing there

I bought chicken and need tacos and there is some consome in the bag" he signals to the food in front of you on the coffee table

"thank you" You smile and grab a plate that was lying next to the tacos and grab a chicken one

he bites into the beef taco and looks at you pointing to the TV "What would you like to watch?" he sits back putting his feet up on the couch

"whatever you want is fine" You bite into your food

"what genre do you like?" he asks you, not choosing a movie himself

"anything but horror" he nods and opens up the Netflix app

"how about comedy" he gives you the option to choose

"Sure" You cover your mouth that had the food you were chewing

"how about grown-ups?" you nod and swallow your food

"great movie" Your comments get him to choose the movie as it starts playing

8:56 pm

the movie finished, nothing weird happened you both had a good distance between each other and actually laughed together forgetting about the reality of the world for a moment.

"I bought strawberry ice cream," he says as your eyes widen at the sound of your favorite ice cream

"would you like some?" he offers as you agree

"let me help you" you offer your help as he nods and you both make your way to the kitchen

you open the freezer to take out the ice cream and he takes out the bowls and spoons

"do you want to serve or do you want me to serve?" he asked

"I can serve, it's fine," I say as he nods and goes over to the couch to pick up the dirty plates and wash them

as you both finish you guys eat your ice cream in quietness sitting on the couch

"Are you ok?" he asks you as eat your ice cream slowly

"yeah I'm ok" You look down at your lap

" hey you know you can talk to me right?" he puts his hand on your knee and you look at him

you hold your breath so you keep yourself from crying "Umm" you find difficulty trying to form sentences from all the emotions that want to come out of you.

but you break when you feel him put his cup on the table and hug you, tears immediately leaving your sad eyes

he doesn't say anything but just holds you while you sob in his arms, feeling guilty that his helping you, feeling embarrassed by the words your father said about you and he had to hear it, also feeling guilty about crying when you should be discussing ways to help him while you find a place to stay.

"I just feel horrible for everything, and now I feel bad for dragging you onto this" Your sobs get harder

"no don't say that and don't worry about it ok?"

he holds u rubbing your back until you calm down

until you feel your eyes get heavier

and heavier so you let them shut down

Hey guys here is chapter 11 hope you guys enjoy

I have quite a surprise for Chapter 12 (it gets spicy)

and Chapter 13 to the end will have longer Chapters (no longer 1k but 2-3k words)

I also am going to post a one-shot for Wednesday

remember requests are open

Taglist: @stayceebs97 @foivestarrsketchez @salfetkablog @strayywayy @oddracha

#skz angst #bang chan angst #bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #skz #bang chan imagines #chan smut #skz smut #bang chan fluff

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v1nsmoke · 1 year

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𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑬 & 𝑫𝑰𝑬 // 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑺 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

spooktober week 1 - zombie apocalypse au, featuring shanks

tw: bl00d, zombies, gun

summary: stuck in an abandoned mansion alone with zombies lurking in every corner, you come across a familiar face

a/n: spooktober event day 1! i wanted to start off with something lighter, or what i personally think is lighter. idk why i chose shanks, but hes one of those apocalypse dilfs (im definitely not a joel miller, rick grimes, chris redfield, daryl dixon, negan smith fangirl)

tags: my fellow shanks girlie @stargirldelight and the whole shanks fandom

wc: 1k

𝐆unshots echoed in the abandoned mansion's third floor, along with the sound of boots on the cracked, wooden flooring. How did you even get here? It's been a solid six months since the virus began to spread, turning majority of the population into mindless, flesh-devouring zombies. One wrong move, one single misstep and you're a goner. You didn't survive all these weeks alone, you, yourself and your gun just to get infected here.

After days of just eating canned corn and an almost moldy bread, you finally managed to find a huge mansion in the woods. The garden was unkept, the withered plants signaling that the owners were likely infected some time ago. This seemed like the perfect place to loot, given its size and that the place was isolated deep in the forest.

Well, it wasn't. Because here you are now, running for your life after you ran out of the small amount of ammo you had preserved for so long. Panic takes over you as you do everything to get away from these creatures, sprinting in hopes of finding your way out. You reach the end of the hallway, and now you're facing a dark, wooden door in front of you. You hesitate for a moment, thinking twice if you really should open it or not, afraid that even worse horror await you on the other side. Seeing no better option, your hands grasp the handle, and you run trough it.

You find yourself on a stretched balcony, a good twenty metres above the ground, with your only way to run is back trough the door. But that wasn't possible now, with the zombies catching up to you, clawing at the door, ready to break trough it at any moment. You lost your pocket knife a few days ago, and you ran out of ammo back at the hallway, meaning you were now unarmed. But you needed to make an escape anyway, so you had to make a plan.

You look down from the balcony, but quickly come to the realisation that you were way too high up to jump, given that it was the third floor. If you jump down from here, you would likely break all your bones, and then you won't even be able to get away from the zombies. Maybe, just maybe, if it was from the second floor...

The sound of the three zombies on the other side of the closed door gets louder, and suddenly you hear as the door slams open, the creatures immediately noticing you. You gulp, legs shaking as you try to come up with a way to get past them. You turn around, grabbing a rusty nail from the floor, then quickly impale one of them in the head with it. The injured zombie falls to the ground, his blood splattering all over the balcony's marble flooring, slowly reaching your boots.

But now you ran out of the only weapon you managed to find, and there were still two of these creatures left. You try to back down, taking slow steps backwards. You could only hope that the rickety roof falls on them.

Just then, you hear the sound of metal slicing trough flesh, and a few moments later the zombies lay there, cut in half. You stare in shock, then up at the person who just saved your life.

"Thank y..." you start, but then notice who you are talking to. "Shanks?!" You say with a shaky voice.

You freeze at the sight of your old friend, of the same guy who was presumed dead a week after the apocalypse broke out. Of course, you knew he was stronger than that, but you couldn't find him anywhere after these news aired, making you believe that it was true. But there was no way this wasn't him, the hair, the scar, the weapon, everything matched.

"Don't stare too long sweetheart, or I might just assume you-" he doesn't finish what he wanted to say, as he feels your arms wrapping around him, embracing the man in a tight hug. He's stunned for a few seconds, but a soft smile makes its way onto his face, and he hugs you back. Well, as much as he could...

"Is this really you?" You quietly ask, your mind still trying to process the events.

"Who else would hug you like this?" He chuckles, and you two pull away. That's when you notice.

"Shanks, your arm... what happened?"

He looks down where his left hand is supposed to be, then answers.

"I got bitten there, so to stop the infection before its too late, i cut my arm off. Crazy, right?"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, it wasn't you who bit me. But-" a mischevious smile takes over him, but before he can say more, you cut in.

"No, stop it. You never change, do you?" You lean on the balcony's railing, admiring as the setting sun paints the sky an orangeish hue. Shanks slowly approaches you, and mirrors your position.

"Nope, looks like not even an apocalypse can change me. But you like me this way, I know." He sighs, still smiling.

The two of you stare at the sunset for a few minutes, a comfortable silence between you.

"I found a wine cellar. And you know me, I can't just let such a good drink go to waste! Here, I took this. Want some?" He pulls out a wine bottle from under his cape, and offers it to you. You think about it for a few moments, while he opens the bottle and chugs down almost half of it.

"Here you go. I'd prefer a whiskey, but oh well." He hold out the bottle, and take a few sips.

"Thanks."

created by v1nsmokes, 2023

i do not own shanks, he belongs to eiichiro oda

please do not steal, translate or publish without giving credit!

#one piece #v1nsmoke #shanks #red haired shanks #shanks x reader #fanfic #oneshot #halloween #spooktober #october #zombie apocalypse #zombie #zombie apocalypse au

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fanficshiddles · 10 months

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 11

Loki flew back into the city, but he didn’t head home. Instead, he found himself standing at the end of the path of the building where Claire lived. He wasn’t sure why he ended up there, exactly… his wings had just sort of carried him there.

He paused and just stared up at the building, before eventually deciding to walk up to the front door. He pushed the buzzer for her flat, but there was no answer.

‘Shit.’ Loki sighed and pressed his head against the glass door for a moment. Then again, her not being in was probably for the best, he still wasn’t sure why he was there in the first place. It was probably a bad idea.

As he turned to head back down the path, he stopped in his tracks as Claire was just coming back with some shopping bags.

‘Loki?’

‘Hey, Claire.’ He said sheepishly.

‘What are you doing here?’ She asked with a smile as she walked up to him.

‘I…’ He wasn’t entirely sure what to tell her at first, but then decided that the truth… well, partial truth, would be best. ‘I had a big fight with Chris, I then just found my legs took me here instead of home.’ He said as he rubbed the back of his head.

Claire’s face softened. ‘Why don’t you come in, I’ve got stew in the slow cooker and it should be ready about now.’

Loki’s face lit up. ‘That would be nice, thank you. I don’t want to impose, though.’

‘Not at all. There’s plenty, I would be eating stew for the whole week otherwise.’ She laughed and juggled around the bags in her hands to get her keys out of her pocket.

‘Here, let me.’ Loki said quickly and took the bags from her.

‘Thanks.’

Claire and Loki headed inside, the lift was broken so they had to use the stairs. Thankfully she was only a few floors up, but Claire was secretly glad that Loki was there to carry the heavier bags for her.

‘Come on in. Sorry it’s not the tidiest, wasn’t expecting company so haven’t tidied.’ She said sheepishly as she opened her door.

‘Don’t worry about it.’ Loki chuckled. ‘Though if you say this isn’t tidy, I’d like to see what you think is tidy. This looks pretty neat to me.’ He said as he glanced around.

She had a small kitchen, but plenty of cupboards and counter space to make up for it. Her living room was a decent size, she had a corner of books and music memorabilia behind one of her sofas, a small glass coffee table was in the middle of the room and a TV hung on the wall next to a large window with a wide window ledge she had set up for a comfy reading spot, with cushions and a blanket. Her view of the city wasn’t too bad either.

‘Bat would love that window ledge.’ Loki grinned.

‘You know, that’s what I thought too the other day.’ Claire laughed.

Loki luckily had vaseline in his pocket, so he applied some around his nostrils when she disappeared into the kitchen. He had been hit with her smell as soon as he walked in and it was very overwhelming for him, obviously being surrounded by her everywhere. He began to think it maybe wasn’t a good idea coming here, he was going to have to use all of his strength to resist pouncing on her.

‘It’s a lovely home you have here, you’ve certainly made it your own. Very homely and cosy.’ Loki said as he followed her into the kitchen, she had started to unpack her shopping.

‘Thanks. I’m really happy with this place, just the right size for me really.’ She smiled brightly at him.

She was stretching right up on her tiptoes to try and put a packet of pasta on the top shelf, her t-shirt rode up, exposing her stomach a little. Loki breathed in sharply and tried not to stare, he quickly moved closer and offered to put it away for her.

‘It’s unfair how short I am.’ Claire laughed when Loki put the pasta in its place with ease.

‘Nothing wrong with being short and cute.’ Loki grinned and ruffled her hair playfully.

Claire wasn’t sure whether to be giddy about being called cute by him, or offended at the way he ruffled her hair. She batted his hand away with a laugh.

‘Do you want anything to drink? I’ve got soft drinks, tea, coffee or do you want something of the strong variety?’ She asked as she opened a cupboard that had quite the range of alcoholic drinks.

‘I’d kill for a gin.’ Loki said honestly.

‘One gin coming up.’ Claire poured them both a drink, then she checked on the stew. ‘Another ten minutes and it should be ready.’

They went through to the living room and got comfortable on the sofa together, Loki noted how she sat down quite close to him.

Loki began drinking his gin and almost finished it all in one go.

‘Wow, I’d say you really needed that. I’ll grab the bottle.’ Claire said with a gentle smile as she rushed to the kitchen and brought the bottle back, topping him up.

‘Sorry… I’ll try not to finish all your alcohol.’

‘I’d like to see you try, I have more in the utility cupboard.’ Claire laughed.

‘I’m starting to wonder if you’re an alcoholic, my dear?’ Loki raised an eyebrow at her.

‘I wonder that myself sometimes.’ She smirked and Loki chuckled. ‘I like having a drink at weekends, I’ve found its good to have a big stash too for any emergencies.’

‘Very wise.’ Loki smiled.

He’d actually almost forgotten why he had ended up there in the first place. Just being around Claire made him happy, she was like a ray of sunshine.

‘Are you ok?’ She asked when she noticed his smile drop.

Loki sighed and ran a hand down his face, he took another swig of his drink then placed it down on the side table next to him. ‘Not really. Chris and I had a huge fight, it got pretty bad.’

‘Are you hurt at all?’ Claire asked, concerned. She put her drink down too.

‘No. Well, I was a little but I’m fine now. I gave as good as I got.’ He chuckled a little bit. ‘Dad saw us fighting though, he’s not happy about it.’

‘What were you fighting over? It must have been bad, you don’t strike me as a violent person, I’m sure you had a valid reason and your dad understands.’ Claire said softly.

Loki knew that Claire would find out soon enough, as would everyone in the city, about Stevie being murdered.

‘Do you know the twins, Stevie and Kirsten? They’re in year five?’ Loki asked.

‘No, I don’t think I do.’ Claire shook her head. She had a bad feeling, she didn’t like where this was going.

‘They took my class last year, lovely kids. Bright and popular. They…’ Loki swallowed hard as he still couldn’t believe it. ‘Stevie was killed earlier, Kirsten saw it happen too and was lucky to get away.’

Claire was speechless, her heart broke at the thought of a student being murdered in this city. She was also heartbroken for Loki, she could see how much it was affecting him, he cared deeply for his students.

She reached over and put her hand on his forearm, to give him a reassuring squeeze. ‘Oh, Loki. I’m so sorry… Is Kirsten ok? Probably a stupid question.’

‘She’s as ok as can be.’ Loki nodded, he was trying not to react to the feeling of her hand on his arm, though he was so warmed that she was comforting him. ‘The police don’t know who did it, but it seems they were mixed in with a bad crowd… drug related.’ Loki said sadly.

‘So, why did this cause a fight with you and Chris?’ Claire asked.

‘He found them with drugs yesterday, apparently. Kirsten said that Chris took the drugs off them, even though they told him they had to pass it on to the buyers or they’d be in trouble. Chris didn’t report it, or tell anyone. He didn’t keep them safe, he sent them to slaughter.’ Loki said angrily, his hands balled into fists.

He was glad he’d thought of what to tell the humans in the first place, though he still felt rather bad for lying to Claire, even though it was for a genuine reason.

‘I… I’m sure he didn’t realise that would happen.’ Claire said softly.

‘No, he did. He knew they would be in trouble, that the drug gangs around here are ruthless and don’t give a shit about anyone, even kids.’ Loki said angrily, but he quickly calmed when Claire gave his arm another squeeze.

‘Hopefully the police will get the bastards that did this.’

‘I doubt it, the police aren’t very competent when it comes to this kind of thing.’ Loki sighed.

‘I suspect tomorrow is going to be a bit of a mess at school. Is there anything I can do?’ Claire offered.

Loki put his other hand atop of hers and smiled. ‘I don’t think so, thank you. There just might be a lot of unsettle for the next few weeks until things… sort themselves out. Students might be on edge, so any extra support we can give them will help.’

Claire nodded. She could understand now why Loki had argued with Chris, if he had at least told the police about the drugs or told the kids to stay home or something, maybe Stevie would still be alive.

The beeper for the slow cooker went off, so Claire went through to dish up the stew. She returned to Loki with a bowl each.

‘I don’t have room for a dining table, so we just have to eat off our laps I’m afraid.’ She said as she sat down again.

‘That’s quite alright, this sofa is far too comfy to move off of anyway.’ Loki said with a smile.

Claire felt a little nervous as she waited for Loki’s reaction to the stew, she hoped he would like it.

‘Mmm, this is delicious! I’ll need to come by uninvited more often.’ He grinned.

Claire laughed. ‘You’re welcome any time. I’m glad you like it, I’m not used to cooking for other people.’ She admitted.

‘Well, this is definitely the best stew I’ve ever had, and I promise I’m not just saying that.’

‘Glad to hear it. There’s plenty, so if you want seconds feel free.’ Claire grinned.

‘Oh, I most definitely will.’

After eating, Loki stayed for a little while longer, they talked a bit more about the school and what they might expect tomorrow. Then they changed the subject and talked about various things, movies and music mainly. Loki felt much more at ease than he had been earlier in the evening, more grounded again. Like he could see clearly through a thick fog.

When he was getting ready to leave, Claire gave him a container with some stew he’d requested to take home for tomorrow nights dinner.

‘Thank you, darling. Will save me cooking tomorrow.’ He grinned.

‘I’ve got some for myself too tomorrow. At least I won’t be eating it every night this week!’

‘I certainly wouldn’t complain if I had to have it every night.’ He said cheesily.

Loki couldn’t help himself, he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. He hesitated big time with his lips just hovering over her skin after kissing her. He glanced down at her lips, then back to her eyes. She was blushing hard as she looked at his lips too, then they both cleared their throats at the same time and leaned back awkwardly.

‘Thank you again, Claire. Truly. Not just for the food, but for helping to calm me down and letting me rant.’

‘Any time, Loki. Whatever happens tomorrow, or any other day, we will get through it. You’re not on your own.’ She assured him.

Loki desperately wanted to just grab her and hold her tight, to never let her go. Though it was as if she had read his mind.

‘It’ll be ok.’ She said as she stepped in closer to him and wrapped her arms around him tightly.

Loki froze for a split second, but then he wrapped his arms back around her and hugged her back just as tight. His heart was hammering against his chest, he could even hear it. Then he realised that he could hear her heart too, beating just as fast at being in his arms.

He turned his head ever so slightly so his nose was in against her hair, he inhaled deeply, yet secretly, and almost swooned on the spot. When she pulled back, it was just in time before he lost control of himself.

‘Thank you… Goodnight, Claire. I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Night, Loki. Take care going home.’ She called to him as he headed out the door.

‘Don’t worry about me, I’ll be careful. I promise.’ He smiled widely at her and gave her another wave.

When Claire saw Loki disappear around the corner at the end of the corridor, she ducked back inside and closed the door. She let out a small squeal of happiness at the moment they just shared. Even though she had to remind herself he was her boss, and this was probably not allowed, she couldn’t help her feelings towards him.

Even though he had come to her needing some comfort, she was delighted that he’d chosen her to go to, and she got ready for bed with a big smile on her face.

Though when she got into bed her mind began wandering about those poor twins, she couldn’t believe one of them had been killed. It was horrible, and she knew that tomorrow was going to be a tough and challenging day.

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zero intamacy

wanted to break a couple of hearts cause valentines day is today

For as long as she could remember, Y/N had always fallen for the wrong guy. Whether that be a handsy jerk or an inattentive listener, Y/N had always picked someone who didn’t really care about her the way she wanted them to.

But that all changed when she met Chris Sturniolo. No one had ever made her feel the way Chris made her feel. Everytime their hands brushed or he gave her that glowing smile, she felt her stomach fill with butterflies. She was completely and irreversibly smitten.

So, when Chris asked her if she wanted to go to a party with him and his brothers she immediately said yes. It would be perfect! It was Valentine’s Day and the mood of the party would give her the confidence she needed to confess her feelings to him.

Y/N heard the blare of a horn outside and she quickly rushed to put on some lip gloss, she ran outside where she saw the familiar van parked by the curb. She hopped into the car where she was immediately greeted by Nick and Matt.

“Hey,” Chris turned in his seat and smiled at her.

“Hi,” she replied, quickly shooting a smile back at him.

“Can we go now,” Nick whined, earning an eye roll from Matt, who despite being annoyed, quickly raced off into the night.

Y/N felt herself move along with the music. The house was completely red, bathing everyone in a reddish glow, several balloons were floating among the ceiling heart shaped and small in size. Plenty of people were dressed up in red and pink and some were even dressed as cupids to go along with the theme.

Y/N locked eyes with Chris across the room, he was smiling and having a good time as he danced and sung to one of his many favorite songs, Y/N felt herself smile as well.

Then a slow song came on and several couples started to dance with each other, Y/N decided this was her chance to get to talk to Chris.

She tapped him on the shoulder, “You want to dance?”

His smile slipped a little, surprised by the question but seeing the want in her eyes he shrugged and said, “Ok.”

As Chris placed his hands on her waist, she felt herself shudder. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they began to sway to the beat. Being this close to him, she could see the faded freckles littering his face, she could smell his cologne and she smiled to herself thinking how safe she felt in his arms.

He looked at her and raised a brow, a little confused but amused, “I feel like I’m in middle school again, you know? It’s kind of corny.”

She felt her confidence slip a little but she pressed on, “Chris, can I tell you something?”

“Yeah sure what’s up,” giving her his undivided attention.

“I—I have feelings for you.”

“Oh.”

Y/N now could fully feel her confidence waver but for some reason her mouth kept moving, “You’re just like no one I’ve ever met before. You make me feel so….,” but as she said this he let go of her.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and he signed, “Y/N you know how much I care about you but I don’t feel the same way. You’re awesome and all but I only see you as a friend and I’ll only ever see you that way. Im sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.”

Y/N felt as if her skin was on fire, she could feel the thousands of eyes on her, on them. She struggled to find the words, oh god the way Chris was looking at her with pity in his eyes. She wanted to throw up, to be swallowed into the floor.

“Um ok,” was all she could bring herself to say. Had she tried to say anymore she would have burst into tears.

“Y/N—“ but she didn’t hear the rest, because she was running outside. As she felt the cool air wrap around her, Y/N felt tears slip down her face. She called an Uber and threw herself in the car the minute it arrived. She felt herself relax against the leather seats, beginning to calm down.

She felt her phone buzz and a sick and twisted part of her hoped that it was Chris, saying it was just a joke that he really did care about her and he wanted to be with her. But as she opened the notification, she was horrified at the result. It was one of those instagram accounts dedicated to exposing all the details about influencers and celebrities lives, a picture of Chris flashed crossed across the screen.

The worst part?

It was a picture of Chris in the party they had just been in, passionately kissing another girl. The post reading, “chris sturniolo allegedly kissing his girlfriend at a party?! can you say happy valentines day?!”

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Twitter Famous (Jason Sudeikis x Reader) - Chapter 1

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You had never planned on being a musician. When you were younger you thought maybe astronaut or author—there was still time for one of those things but it seemed you hadn’t made it out of the A’s in your career book—but after getting into songwriting in college, selling a few of your songs, and a few viral videos of you actually performing, you had carved out a small niche for yourself as a musical artist. It was strange to think about, but you had reached exactly the level of celebrity you were comfortable with—very famous to a decent-sized group of people, and absolutely nonexistent to everyone else.

The combination of medium celebrity and the fact that you’d never sought fame at all was probably why you were a little looser with social media than your manager, Kayla, would like. You were never offending anyone, you mainly just tweeted personal information that she’d rather you kept to yourself—like how finishing the show Normal People made you sad and horny or the story of the worst date you’d ever been on that ended with you peeing your pants in an In-N-Out.

You were taking a break at the recording studio while working on your second album. It was hard to handle the writing block sometimes, a lot of pressure to keep creating something greater than what came before. The studio was wood-paneled and a little smokey, but comfortable. You’d recorded your debut album there as well and so it felt like being in your own living room when you told your producer you needed a break and flopped down on the black leather couch in the corner to pull out your phone.

“Headed to the corner store, need anything,” your producer, Chris, asked, sliding his vape out of his pocket and wiggling it. You didn’t need the hint that he was going to get pods, he vaped so much that talking to him was like trying to peer through fog at the San Francisco bridge. Though you and weed were well acquainted, neither vapes nor cigarettes were your speed.

“All good, thanks, Chris.”

He nodded and shut the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts which was never a good thing, especially when a recording session wasn’t going well. The songs were technically all written, but when you went to record you realized they needed work and inspiration just wasn’t hitting you. It didn’t help that a lot of what you were recording were love songs, written during a relationship that ended poorly, to say the least. Your ex was mildly famous himself and a musician as well, which you had hoped meant he’d understand you. After all, what was being a musician if not just trying over and over again to make yourself understood? But he had wanted fame more than he ever wanted to be comprehended, which meant wanting your relationship dragged into any tabloid that would report on it and every date you went on filmed for Instagram and TikTok…and on one memorable occasion, live-streamed on Twitch. So it was hard to record songs you’d written while deeply in love now that you were rather apathetic to the whole thing. But you also couldn’t just rewrite every song as a breakup song no matter how much you wanted to when you’d already started recording, so you tweaked what you could to make sure you didn’t sound…inauthentic.

But when tweaking lyrics wasn’t enough you scrolled social media and tried to inspire the feelings you had when you wrote the songs. And as embarrassing as it was, you normally did that by looking at pictures and videos of your celebrity crush, Jason Sudeikis. You’d been a fan of his since you were young watching him on SNL but your little crush had ramped up since the Ted Lasso craze which meant lots of content for you to lust after. You scrolled past a video of him performing onstage for a charity event called Thundergong and thanked your lucky stars that Chris was gone so you could watch the video 3 times over.

You chuckled as you tweeted:

You weren’t surprised it was relatable as the notifications started rolling in but after bantering with a few people Chris came back swinging a plastic bag on one finger and you locked your phone to get back to work.

A few hours later, you’d had more success recording but you were still mentally and emotionally exhausted by the time you hopped in your car to head home. You certainly weren’t excited to sit in LA traffic but you had just downloaded an audiobook you were looking forward to listening to. Connecting your phone to Bluetooth made you realize just how much you’d missed since you tweeted—a slew of Twitter notifications, more Instagram follows, 2 missed calls from Kayla, and a dozen texts.

You chuckled, calling Kayla back and bracing for her playfully admonishing you to keep some thoughts to yourself.

“Hiiii Kayla.”

“Hi Y/N…how are you,” she sounded genuinely curious which only amused you more.

“I feel like I’m pretty good…but I also feel like you’re calling to tell me I’m in trouble.”

“Not trouble…,” Kayla trailed off, but she laughed and so did you. “WHY did you tweet that? I mean don’t get me wrong it’s not a bad thing I’m just suddenly fielding requests from interviews trying to find out what over 40 man you’re dating, and I’d like to know too.”

“No one! I’m not dating anyone,” you laughed. “Honestly? I had just watched a video of Jason Sudeikis singing.”

If anyone knew the ins and outs of your crush on Jason, it was Kayla, who you regularly asked if the two of you would ever be at the same place. It was mostly a joke, you knew you’d lose your mind in the same room as him, but there was a non-zero chance you’d run into him considering you'd started playing the late-night show circuit.

If you thought Kayla was laughing before she was really cackling now. “THAT’S what that’s about?! Oh my God, Y/N, you’re ridiculous. I would still recommend you keep that to yourself—an age gap like that will shoot you straight to trending.”

“You say that like if he found out he’d be at all interested. I guarantee you that man doesn’t want me.”

Kayla sighed. “How many times do I have to remind you that you are more famous and more beautiful and more talented than you seem to think?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I think I pay you to say that though,” you laughed, taking the exit towards home. “Appreciate it though. And sorry to make your life harder.”

“Nah, it was funny. And I know fame isn’t your goal, but…not the worst thing for album promotion.”

“God, I’m going to be asked about this constantly aren’t I,” you groaned but you only had yourself to blame. “Oh well, my fault. Night, Kayla.”

“Night, Y/N.”

When you got home, made yourself dinner, and worked up the nerve to open Twitter again. It was mostly people guessing who you were talking about, trying to get you to tell them, or just volunteering their own Over-40s and it was a solid list: Chris Evans, Oscar Isaac, Sterling K. Brown, and so on and so forth. A few valid critiques of heterosexuality, considering you weren’t straight yourself.

You thought about just picking one person and telling them the truth but for the sake of Kayla’s heartburn you decided to keep that to yourself for now—instead, you added:

Still relatable, still honest, but also still clearly a joke and it took a little heat off of people wanting to know who you were dating. You were just being thirsty on the internet and who could blame you for that?

Another week, another studio session and this one was worse than before. Your tweet was still getting the occasional notification but obviously, it blew over. It wasn’t like you were the first person to think that, and you certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“I can just tell that your heart isn’t in it,” Chris sighed, pausing the recording playback. “I mean you always sound great, but we both know this ain’t it.”

You spun around in the chair next to Chris, your face pointed at the ceiling, eyes closed, as you took a deep breath and released it slowly. “I know, I know. But the lyrics are garbage.” The studio door opened and closed but you didn’t open your eyes.

“The lyrics aren’t garbage. They meant something to you at one point, they’re good. You’re just singing them like they’re sarcastic.”

You laughed because you knew he was right. “Listen, I just—”

“Need to get laid?”

You picked your head up to see it was Andie who had entered, your best friend since college, and an up-and-coming actress herself who you hung out with more than anyone. She had just gotten off set and told you she’d swing by to hear your new stuff, and you weren’t surprised she showed up just in time to see you close to freaking out.

“Me getting laid isn’t going to make this song any better. Hear it for yourself.”

You motioned for Chris to start the recording over and the three of you listened to about 30 seconds of it before he cut it again. Andie was sitting on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest as she listened, gently rocking to the music.

“So,” you asked, “you see?”

“Lyrics are good, music is good…I stand by my assessment, you just need to get railed so you sound like you actually believe what you're saying.” Chris laughed and you gave him an exasperated look but he only shrugged and motioned that he was stepping outside. Andie came over and took his seat.

“Okay, so if you don’t want to get railed—”

“Didn’t say that, it’s just not that easy.”

“Then I don’t know…what’s something you can do that makes you FEEL like you just got railed?”

It was classic Andie to be so preoccupied with you having sex, but she only wanted the best for you and she knew your ex had…not been it. She just wanted to see you having fun. And in truth it wasn’t a bad suggestion, you thought on it for a moment, humming.

“Honestly? I watch Sleeping with Other People for the 100th time.”

Andie laughed, “You should tweet that, it's funny.”

“You know Kayla hates when I’m funny,” you joked, but you were already pulling out your phone. “Soooo, movie night tonight?”

Andie stood up as Chris came back into the studio and returned to the couch. “I don’t know dude, that sounds like something you should do in private.”

You chuckled and Chris looked confused but didn’t ask any questions which you appreciated. “You, uh, ready to get back in the booth?”

“Let’s try the next track, just give me one sec,” you were staring at your phone as you responded and then you locked it and sat it on the desk before opening the door to the booth.

When you came back out Andie was looking at you wide-eyed.

“What, was it that good?”

Andie just grinned. “Check your Twitter.”

You couldn’t help it, you squealed and Andie cackled like a fool. Jason Sudeikis liked your tweet.

“That recording was really good, I think—”

“Not now Chris, can’t you see her crush liked her tweet,” Andie giggled and Chris rolled his eyes, but you were embarrassed so you just locked your phone.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m here, I’m focused. That can wait.”

“Can it?! @ him right now and tell him you have a crush on him I swear to god,” Andie’s face was enthusiastic and you wanted to join her in her excitement but you also wanted Chris to take you seriously.

“Andie! It's alright, just come over later, we’ll drink wine and squeal. Promise.”

“Alright, I get the hint. I’m just gonna go flirt with the front desk guy again, get me when you’re done."

A woman of your word, after the two of you left the recording studio you poured Andie a glass of wine and listened to her try to convince you that you should try to DM Jason Sudeikis.

“He doesn’t follow me.”

“Okay, but everyone knows he, like, searches his name or whatever. He clearly sees tweets about him…”

“And?”

“Annnnd you should tweet at him.”

The two of you were standing in the kitchen, picking at a premade charcuterie board you’d picked up on the way home. It was already dark out and chances were high that Andie would be staying the night, which only added to the sleepover vibe.

“We’re strangers Andie, he has no clue who I am, I’m not just gonna harass him on Twitter.”

Andie threw her hands up in the air. “How many times do I have to remind you that you are hot and also famous? He might be interested! Look, why don’t you just go back to last week’s 'men over 40 tweet', pick one of the people clamoring to find out who you were talking about, and mention him. If he doesn’t see it, no harm, no foul. If he DOES see it and he’s not interested, you were just interacting with fans. And if he IS interested…then I’m a genius, you owe me a hundred bucks, and I get to name your first child.”

You scoffed, a small smile on your face. You loved Andie, you loved how she encouraged your nonsense, but you knew there was no way anything would ever come of it. You groaned playfully, “Okay but no children.”

“Fine, dog.”

“Deal.”

You pulled out your phone and followed through, butterflies in your stomach the whole time. You tossed your phone away from you like a bomb as soon as it was done.

When you woke up a little hungover with a missed call from Kayla, you thought you might be trending again. You weren’t really surprised to see Jason liked the tweet, even if it did make you swoon. You were more surprised that he followed you. But you were stunned that it wasn’t you that was trending… It was #ShootYourShotJason

Every other tweet you saw was “Jason ask her out” and “Jason make a move”. A few that suggested you were out of his league, a few more wondering who the hell you were. But most importantly, Jason was liking every single one.

“ANDIE,” you yelled, knowing she could hear you from the guest room. She came in rubbing her eyes and grunting. “What the hell did we do?!”

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What is Happening to me (Part 11)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 2,422 Contains: Blood, Angst, Hurt Comfort.

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Driving down the roads of a foreign country, you try to remember what side of the road you need to be driving on. Luckily it was the same as the US, so you mainly had to figure out what the road rules were with all the signs in German. Also lucky for you, currently you were driving out in country, so not many signs were present, and Leon was giving you directions from the passenger side. Making your way through large rolling hills, you begin to enter the designated area the sightings had been.

"It should be around here somewhere, we should go the rest of the way by foot." He suggests, pointing to the side of the road where you could pull over.

Giving a nod you follow his directions, pulling the jeep over, shutting off the ignition leaving the keys in there just in case you end up needing a quick escape. No one was going to be out here to steal it anyway. Sliding out of the jeep you head around to the front of the vehicle, looking all around to see which direction you might need to go. You were basically surrounded by slopes covered in dried, fallen leaves and trees of varying sizes and shapes.

"I think if we head up hill we should be able to see more of the surrounding area." You suggest, Leon giving you a nod in agreement, turning to the tallest area.

"Then let's go." He starts walking ahead of you, yourself following close behind him as you both make your way up the sloped hill.

Some sections were hard to travers, the dead leaves covering the ground, not making the steep slope any easier to manoeuvre up. You had been climbing about 10 minutes now, Leon starting to slow down in front of you. His broken rib making it harder for him to breathe properly and hiking wasn't the best activity he should be doing with a possibly punctured lung.

"Leon, why don't we stop?" You suggest, catching up to him on one of his pauses he had been taking. He was having to take these pauses more and more as time went on.

"I'm fine, let's just get to the top of the hill." He assures, continuing to hike up the slope from the small flat area you had found.

His footing slips on a rock after trying his best to continue upwards, falling off the small climb up a dirt and rocky section you rush to try and catch him from behind. Your arms wrap under his arms, the force of his fall pushing you to your butt on the ground. Leon leaning back against your chest and on your lap, completely given up at the moment. Wincing at the shooting pain in your tail bone you feel Leon hadn't moved yet, a panting lump of man in your arms.

"Leon?" Your tone worried as you try shuffling out from under him, a hand holding to support the back of his neck as you lay him on the ground. Now kneeling beside him you see the red in his mouth, his teeth coated in the yellowy-red liquid. You realised he needs to stay on his side so he won't drown in his own blood on his back. Rolling him over you rest his head on your lap, rubbing his upper back to help as best you could.

"You really should listen to your body, I know you want to get this mission finished, but you can't do that if you're dead." You say looking around, needing to keep an eye and ear out for any dangers.

"I know.. I just.." Leon Coughs up blood onto your lap.

"Shh.. I know." You didn't really know exactly what he was going to say, but it probably had something to do with protecting you, or trying to be strong, something along those lines. "You shouldn't talk right now."

Leon just gives you a nod as you pull your phone from your pocket and call Chris.

"(Y/N)? Have you found it already? We just finished with the first sector of the outbreak." Chris sounded puffed.

"No, we haven't found it yet. It's Leon, he's punctured a lung and bleeding from the mouth. I don't want him to continue on, not like this. He needs to get to a hospital." You request. Chris was silent on the other side of the line for a moment before you heard him start to call commands to his squads.

"Change of plans, K9, Lobo. You're with me. The rest of you, watch each other's backs and follow the plan." There was a moment of silence after his squad acknowledge his orders. "Two of my men and myself are coming to you with a medic. Send me your location and we'll be there soon, tell Leon to hang in there."

"I am..." Leon responds weakly, his voice strained.

"We'll be right here when you arrive." You assure and hang up, sending Chris your location. Placing your phone back in your pocket you continue to rub Leon's back, giving firm pats every so often. Yes it may hurt his broken rib, but you were freeing up some of the blood pooling, causing him to cough it out. "Leon? you still with me?" You check after a good 5 minutes, your senses still cranked up to max.

"Yeah... I'm still here." He replied. "Sadly."

You could only snigger at his joke. "I think Chris is coming by car so he will take a while to get here, can you walk?" You ask running your fingers through his hair, brushing his bangs back so you could see his face. He had probably rest enough to be able to make the trek back down the hill, at least down was a lot easier than up.

"Yeah.. I can walk." He responds, his eyes had been heavy, trying his best to keep awake. Pushing off your lap you stand up and take his left arm to sling over your shoulders, Leon putting his weight into you, knowing you were strong enough to hold him on his feet.

As you start to make your way down, being careful not to slip you take a different rout down, finding the flatter sections. A clank being heard under your feet, causing both of you to stop in your tracks. Both of you share a look and Leon pulls his arm from over your shoulders, holding his own balance as you kneel down and start to brush away dried leaves and mud. A large metal hatch was uncovered, Leon brushing away more mud from one of the corners and the both of you sigh.

You rub the itch on your nose with the back of your gloved wrist. "Yup.. That's the Umbrella logo alright." You take the latch of the large metal door and pull up, it opens with a loud squeak, both of you covering your ears at how piercing it was. Cement stairs lead down into the darkness, Leon pulls out a torch and shines it down into the hole, an iron bared wall with a gated door thrown off it's hinges.

"I think we found our destination." Leon says starting to step towards the stairs, stopping as he felt you grip his left bicep.

"Leon, wait.. You're going to a hospital, you're clearly not in any state to be fighting anything right now." Your tone was soft, but laced with authority and worry.

Leon looks from you to the hole in front of both of you, sighing he knew you were right, but you just found an Umbrella bunker with possible BOW activity. "I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone."

"Hey you two." Calls Chris' voice as he walked up the hill with two men in combat vests and a medic carrying a bag following close behind him.

You turn to face them as they approach. "You're timing couldn't be better. We just found a hatch with the Umbrella logo."

Leon points to the hatch where to logo was to show Chris, he stumbled slightly but caught himself, Chris' hand quickly reacting and reaching to place on Leon's back to help support him. Giving the medic a nod, Chris helps Leon sit down on one of the many rocks in the area. Leon just allows himself to be moved and tended to by the medic. "Leon, we need you to go with the medic. I'll take care of this from here with (Y/N)."

Leon swallows heavily, tasting the iron taking over his tastebuds, his head shaking. "I've dealt with worse." He brushed off the concern. "My chest is just slightly tighter than normal, I'll rest once we finish the job." He said looking to the medic who had a portable x-ray machine.

"It's not life threatening, he has a mild case of Hemoptysis. His blood vessels have ruptured slightly from the impact of the crash, but the main cause of pain would be the broken rib and slight amount of blood in his body from the puncture itself, but that has stopped bleeding." He explains scrolling through the different medical levels that were showing up on screen. "The blood in his mouth just makes it look worse than it is."

"See.. I'm fine, now can we get on with the job?" Leon was starting to get very tired and just wanted this over and done with.

You look to the medic for confirmation and he gives you a nod, your shoulders relaxing then looking to Leon who was also wanting your confirmation. He didn't want to leave you, not here. It seemed the call was on you, knowing Leon would listen if you told him not to come, but you also felt like you needed him with this one. He was the most experienced with BOWs, other than you, but you couldn't remember. "Fine..." You say pinching the bridge of your nose with a heavy sigh. "I think we should deal with this together."

Everyone agrees and Leon was given some oxygen before the medic packs up and heads to the vehicle the four of them arrived in, driving back to the city. Leon looked more alert after resting with the oxygen, giving you a bit more confidence he was going to be alright. Chris and his two squad members follow behind Leon and yourself, keeping an eye on the groups 6.

Walking through a large sewer, it felt like you were in a large pipe, except the walls were dark, stone bricks, your feet clanking as you walk along a suspended metal grate path. Many separate holes on the right and left of the group, blocked by iron bars the gates in them locked with a chain and padlock.

Coming to a T intersection in the stone piping the 5 of you keep your guns trained, torches lighting your way. "Do you think this place is abandoned?" You ask quietly, There had been no sounds of life, other then the sometimes dripping of a leak and your own footsteps echoing through the dark halls.

Almost as if you had summoned it with your words, a deep growl echoes through the halls, seeming to come from the direction you were facing and shining a light down. Chris and Leon turn to face the right of the T intersection.

"Canine on our 3, Lobo on our 6" Chris orders, Leon and Chris walking to stand beside you, their weapons trained into the darkness, even with now 3 torches shining down it was hard to see anything.

"You had to say something, didn't you, (Y/N)." Leon snickered, you always seemed to have the perfect timing, and it looked like you kept that trait, even after your head injury.

"Sorry.." You shrugged.

Chris flicks his eyes to Leon over your head, Leon returning the look as he gives Chris a nod. Stepping forwards slowly, Chris makes his way into the darkness ahead of the group. You feel your heart racing as none of this seemed right, your aim slightly to the side as Chris would walk in front of you, not wanting to have him in your sights. Without any warning a large fleshy appendage reaches out of the darkness and wraps around Chris, who lets out a cry of pain feeling some type of barb sinking into his abdomen, pulling him into the darkness.

"CHRIS!!!" You and Leon shout in unison, chasing after him.

The walls were covered in a deep black ichor, dripping from the the top of the stone tube, no wonder your torches didn't light up anything. Slipping in the ichor that thickly coated the ground all 4 of you end up on your backs or hands and knees. "What is this?!" Canine asks, shaking his right hand to try and get it off.

"Whatever you do, don't ingest it!" Leon warns shining his torch around on one knee, a hand on his chest trying to catch his breath from falling on his back.

"There!" You point with your own torch, seeing the smallest amount of Chris' face and right hand sticking out of a wall, made of flesh and bulbus sacks in front of you and to the right.

Leon helps you to your feet and you both carefully walk over to him, as soon as you reach out to touch his hand one of the sacks opens. A giant eye staring back at you, out of pure instinct you pull your knife from it's sheath on your chest and stab it. The creature/wall shrieks out in pain, more eyes opening and thrashing around. Leon reaches for Chris, shoving his own arms into the wall of flesh and grips around his waist. Bracing a foot into the flesh he starts to pull him out, Canine and Lobo shooting any of the eyes that would open as you take Chris' right hand and help Leon pull him free. Flopping to the ground with a wet squelching sound, Leon falls on top of Chris before grabbing his left wrist, you still holding his right.

"We need to get him out of here!" Leon calls to you over the loud sounds of gunfire. You nod and hurry away from this ichor and flesh filled area, Lobo and Canine throwing a grenade each behind them, hoping to do some damage as they follow their Alpha being dragged out of this dark place, picking up his assault rifle he had dropped when grabbed.

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