#he is doing good with the stairs too. he jumped up on my bed earlier which was like !!!!!!!!!!

[imwritesometimes]

OK - so - new plan for mr felix is to monitor him over the next couple days since he is coming out of hiding, eating, drinking, playing a bit, squirrel watching, and even playing with his treat puzzle box and using the potty box. he has an appointment thursday with his normal vet. keep sending those good vibes thnx🕯️🔮🌠🕊️🤞💖

[imaginedisish]

My Love All Mine (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Not a request. Just a VERY slutty thot I had last night. Inspired by "My Love All Mine" by Mitski. Genuinely, this is one of the filthiest things I've ever written. Enjoy!

Summary: Logan told you to stay in his bed so he could have you when he got home from a mission, but he finds you in the kitchen instead...and he isn’t happy.

Warnings: 18+ Explicit sexual content! MINORS DNI!!! Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), Porn without plot (literally), multiple orgasms, (uh...they're in the kitchen? kitchen warning?), overstimulation, softdom!Logan, established relationship, f!reader/afab!reader, Logan is one starving and reckless man, disrespecting Scott, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it.

Word Count: 2,288 told y'all there's no plot

It’s late—the moon high in the sky. But you can’t sleep—not without Logan next to you. You know he’ll be back soon—he was only sent on a quick diplomatic day mission with Hank. Charles said Logan needed to control his anger, to learn from the best, and he was right. The trip would certainly do him some good. But it was still brutal, waiting in bed for him, alone. 

You had thrown one of his shirts on a few minutes ago, refusing to wear anything of your own save for your panties. You wanted to smell him—to find a way to keep him close even while he’s gone. And sure enough, the shirt was all tobacco and pine and musk and Logan. 

But it’s not enough. You need more. You need him. 

Too bad you’ll have to wait. He asked you to stay in his bed. Wanna fuck you right when I get home, pretty girl. You were happy to oblige earlier, but it’s getting late, and you’re getting bored—impatient. You swing your legs around the side of Logan’s bed and stand, heading out the bedroom door and down the stairs to the kitchen. 

A snack could help. A snack could distract you.

The kitchen is dark, and everyone is fast asleep. You rummage through the cabinets, hoping no one can hear you. You find a package of store-bought cookies with a sticky note that has Scott’s name written on it. After considering—albeit very briefly—you tear Scott’s little note off and toss it to the side. You rip open the package. He won’t care if you have a cookie. It’s just one, after all. You grab one, bringing it to your lips—

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” You jump, dropping the cookie on the counter at the sound of the familiar voice. You look across the dimly lit kitchen to see Logan standing in the doorway. 

“Lo?” You whisper. 

He hums, approaching you slowly, sizing you up. He’s towering over you, caging you in, hands firmly gripping the counter on either side of your waist. “Is this my shirt?” He asks, his hand dropping to brush your thighs, pinching the hem of the tee between his pointer finger and thumb. 

“Didn’t know when you’d get back…” You trail off, heat rising to your chest. You can feel that all too familiar ache building between your thighs. “M-missed you.” Logan smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing to you. “Missed you too, pretty girl.” He hikes the shirt up and around your waist, revealing your panties. “No shorts, huh?” 

“N-no,” you pant, suddenly nervous. “Lo, someone might see, someone could—"

“Let them,” he husks, pressing his chest to yours. “No bra either, hm?” He lets the shirt fall as his fingertips slip underneath and trail up to your breasts. He squeezes your tits, messaging them gently, his thumbs brushing back and forth over your nipples. 

“Logan,” you whine, struggling to suppress your moans. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his lips at the shell of your ear. “Let them know whose girl you are.” That heat between your legs is burning now, flames lighting your every nerve ending on fire. 

“Yours,” you whisper. Logan pinches your nipples, his lips crashing down onto yours, swallowing your moans. 

He hums. “All fucking mine.” And then he’s grabbing your ass and hoisting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as your bare thighs meet the cold granite countertop. Logan bites your lower lip teasingly, his kisses becoming rushed and frantic. He squeezes your tits once more before he slides down your body to the floor below. 

He settles between your legs, one hand on your hip while the other teases your all too-clothed cunt. He presses a chaste kiss to your clit, this thumb brushing over your folds. “Fucking soaked, princess,” he grunts, pleased. “All this for me?

“Y-yes,” you choke. “All for you.”

He chuckles against you, his laughter vibrating through your core. “Could smell you when I walked in. Can’t wait to taste you.” You shudder at his words, at the way they make you feel—your heart fluttering in your chest, ready to burst. 

Logan hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and yanks them down, throwing them to the side. He spreads your legs with the palms of his hands. “Logan,” you whisper. “What if someone sees?”

He answers with a long stripe through your folds up to your clit. “I said I was gonna fuck you when I got home,” he mumbles against you, licking another long stripe. “And you weren’t in my bed, so this’ll have to do.”

His lips wrap around your clit, pulling the bud into his mouth and sucking roughly. You squirm, involuntarily moving your hips away from Logan at the sudden pleasure. Logan smiles against you, wrapping a hand around your back to hold you in place, to give himself more leverage to bury his face deep into your cunt.

“You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you, pretty girl,” he growls. His tongue swirls around your clit as his free hand teasingly climbs up your inner thigh. His fingers find your folds, stroking gently, spreading your slick. And then two of his fingers are sinking inside you, deep, down to the knuckles. 

Your walls flutter around him. Logan slides out and pushes back in deeper, lapping hungrily at your clit. “Tastes so fucking good, princess,” he praises. “Pretty little pussy, so tight.”

You curse under your breath as his thrusts pick up, fingers slamming into you, hitting that sweet spot with every pump. “Lo,” you pant, needy and helpless. 

His teeth graze your clit, and you moan, louder than before. You bite your lip, doing your all to hold yourself back. “That feel good, sweetheart?” He does it again, grazing harder this time, taking the bud into his mouth and biting softly. You try to stifle your moan, but it chokes its way out. 

“No holding back,” he chides, sucking your clit in between sentences. “Let them know who’s making you feel this good. Want everyone to know who you belong to.”

“Logan,” you hum, his fingers dragging against your walls, scissoring inside you. You’re already so close, clenching and contracting around him. “I-I…” but you can’t get the sentence out, can’t even make a coherent thought. 

“Use your words, pretty girl,” Logan demands, relentlessly lapping at your clit, pumping in and out fast and hard. “What do you need?” 

“Y-you…” you murmur. “I’m s-so close,” you finally spit out.

Logan tugs you closer, forcing himself deeper as he draws soft circles into your back. “Gonna get you there, princess,” he husks, his tongue flicking your clit. “Wanna feel you come on my fingers, wanna taste it.”

“F-fuck, Logan,” you stutter. He’s plunging deeper still, slipping in a third finger. And that’s when you feel it. The tension snaps. Heat rolls through you, spilling out of you. He’s still sucking on your clit, savoring the taste of you as you let go for him. 

You’re a trembling mess, thighs shaking as you ride out your orgasm. “That’s it, I’ve got you,” he soothes in between laps. His pumps slow as you come down from your high. His thumb strokes your back comfortingly. He pulls his fingers from you, but his face is still buried inside your cunt, his tongue lapping ravenously. 

He’s a man starved, showing no signs of stopping. You reach out, running your hands through his hair, dragging your nails across his scalp. He grunts against you, the bass of his voice going straight to your core. “Logan,” you whisper. His teeth nip at your clit, and you jolt, still overstimulated from your first orgasm. But he isn’t taking the hint. “Logan,” you call again. He still doesn’t move. 

“I said you weren’t going anywhere,” he pauses, licking a long, slow stripe through your folds, looking up at you under lust-filled eyes. “Until I’m finished.” His fingers are prodding at your entrance again. “And darlin’,” he grunts, sliding three fingers back inside. “I’m not finished yet.”

He’s pumping with more vigor now, more force. It’s already too much; already more than you can take. His tongue circles your clit, the pressure rocking you to your core. You’re a whimpering mess as he thrusts into you, moaning his name, praying to him like he’s a god. 

“Lo,” you mumble. “I’m a-already…” You throw your head back, fucked out beyond belief. 

“I know, pretty girl,” he coos between flits, his fingers slamming into you. “You gonna give me another one? You gonna let me taste your come again?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter. He takes your clit into his mouth, sucking roughly. 

“Good girl,” he mutters against you, your walls contracting around him at his praise. He can feel you squeezing him; he knows full well what he’s doing to you, and just how close you are. He smirks against your cunt. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”

And with one more thrust, you’re coming undone around him. It’s more forceful this time, sudden and uncontrolled. You know Logan likes you like this, quivering underneath him; because of him. 

He’s slowing down again, his fingers setting a lazy, dragging pace until they stall inside you. Your eyes flutter shut as he slides out. His tongue laps once more before he pulls away from you. 

You open your eyes, leaning back on your forearms, watching as Logan stands. He brings his fingers to his open mouth and stuffs them inside, sucking, savoring the taste of you, and then pulling them out with a pop. Your walls flutter around nothing at the sight.

“You taste so fucking good, pretty girl,” he huffs. He grabs your hips, yanking them just over the counter. He steps in between your legs, unbuckling his belt and letting it fall to the kitchen floor. He’s unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his zipper, shoving the denim down his legs along with his boxers.

You sit up, reaching out towards him, but Logan pushes you down against the counter. He pins your hands above your head with one hand, while his other guides his cock to your entrance. “You gonna let me fuck you into this counter, sweetheart?” He hovers over you, his eyes tracking your every move.

“Y-yes,” you whine. “N-need you, Lo.” 

And then he’s slamming into you, down to the hilt. He’s filling you up and splitting you open with a single thrust. You’ll never get used to just how big he is, no matter how many times he fucks you. 

“Fuck,” he growls, swallowing your moans with a kiss. “Feels so good, so tight, pretty girl.” He pulls out and plunges back in, deeper this time. “Thought about you all day, beautiful.”

“Th-thought about you too, Lo,” you whine as he builds his pace. His hand leaves his cock and finds your clit, stroking the bud gently with his thumb. You arch your back at the touch, your chest pressing against his. 

“Needed this fucking pussy,” he grunts, his hips snapping into yours. “Need you. Always need you.” His words alone could send you over the edge. His thumb circles around your core, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls. 

He’s hovering over you, still pinning your wrists down to the counter, offering him stability and balance. He pounds into you, hitting that sweet spot with every pump. You know you can’t last much longer, not with Logan’s lips at your ear, whispering sweet praises. So fucking good. Feels perfect, always so perfect. He’s right. He fits inside you like you were made for each other, like it was always meant to be this way. 

Your walls squeeze him tightly, threatening to let go, to come crashing down around him. He ruts into you, hips rocking against yours. He adds more pressure to your clit, his thumb stroking faster, harder. “Lo,” you call out. “C-close again,” you stammer. 

“Can feel you, beautiful,” he coos. “Gonna take care of you, don’t worry.” You can feel his pace faltering, growing sloppier. He’s close, too—not far behind. “Wanna feel you come on my cock, pretty girl. Know you can do it.”

“F-fuck,” you stammer as he flicks your clit, circling roughly. He’s throbbing as he slams into you, hit after hit. “Logan,” you whine. “I’m gonna—” 

It happens all at once. You’re crashing, pleasure raging through your body. It tears through you, burning, spreading. Logan is right behind, filling you up, coming deep inside as you clench down around him. He releases your hands from his pin and shifts so that he’s pulling you into his chest as you finish. You’re sitting up, slumping against him, still riding out your orgasm. 

He pumps in and out a few more times until he’s still inside you. He strokes your clit gently, soothingly, letting you down easy from your peak. He pulls out, his arms wrapping around your back and tugging you closer. He holds you tightly, limp in his arms.

You rest your head in the crook of his neck, and he presses a chaste kiss to your temple. “Missed you,” he whispers, all soft now. His cocky attitude is gone—his needs satiated. Now he’s all gentle kisses and soothing rubs up and down your back. 

“Missed you more,” you answer, smiling as you look up at him. 

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t think that’s possible, sweetheart.” His fingers trace shapes into your back. “And princess?” He mumbles. You nod against him. “Don’t think I’m finished with you just yet.”

Your heart thumps in your chest. 

“Never gonna be finished with you.”

tags: @figsnpassionfruits @slaymewithaspoon @hunbomb @lanassmarty @zxaera @silversprings-mp3 @velvrei

[fastandcarlos]

Restless Baby : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: 1.1k words of dad and husband max trying to fix the angsty mess that he's made

A hum of confusion came from Max as he tapped the space beside him, expecting to feel your figure. Instead he was slapped by the harsh cold of your empty space, the chill in the air leaving Max shivering. He knew bed was where you needed to be, especially with your pregnancy so close to the end.

He slowly sat himself up, brushing his hands over the front of his face. Max steadily stood up, noticing a faint glow of light coming from the doorway. He knew it was you, but he was confused as to what you were still doing up. 2:07 the clock informed him, definitely time for you to be resting. Max crept through the house, moving down the stairs to try and find where you were.

Fast asleep.

Max was almost relieved to see you resting until he noticed how uncomfortable you looked. The guilt struck him as soon as he took you in, knowing that your decision to sleep on the cold, battered sofa was all down to him.

Unlucky for Max, you weren’t quite as asleep as he thought you were. You could hear him moving through the room, desperately trying to keep your eyes screwed shut in an attempt to convince Max that you really were asleep and for him to leave you alone. He knew you better though, and knew exactly the way to try and catch you out too.

His head shook as he took a few quiet steps towards you, poking his finger against your arm that hung out from the blanket you had draped over you. Your body jumped at his sudden touch, confident you could hear Max giggling proudly to himself as he sat down beside your figure, giving you a moment to rub the sleep out of your eyes and tilt your head to look across at him.

“This is ridiculous,” Max told you, resting his arm just above your head.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you huffed, pulling the blanket further around your body, making sure that your bump was well protected and warm.

“Just come and join me in bed.”

Your head shook defiantly back at Max. “Why would I share a bed with the man who says I’m distracting his career because he can’t get a good night’s sleep with all my fidgeting. I’m giving you what you wanted right now, what’s the problem?” You snapped. Max flinched at your harsh tone, he knew what he’d said was probably the worst thing that he could say, and he knew he had a whole world of making up to do too.

“According to my data I got three hours of sleep last night, my coaches are really concerned as to what’s going on!”

“You try being seven months pregnant and see how it easy it is to rest at night, I’m sorry life is so difficult for you Max.”

“At least you can rest most of the day!”

“Wow Max!”

“My lack of sleep is starting to effect my performance and I can’t let that happen, my career is important and you wriggling around most of the night is really starting to impact that!” Max yelled back, stopping as soon as he realised what he had said. Your eyes fell to the floor as you took a moment to process what he had said, sticking the blame on you as if you wanted to sleep restlessly and enjoyed not being able to let your husband rest at night. “Babe, I-“

“Don’t even try and apologise, I can’t believe you’re making me feel guilty for growing our child, I’m sorry it’s all just such an inconvenience.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, you know I don’t feel that way,” Max tried to argue, but your mind was already made up, his true feelings really were now known.

“You go to bed Max, I’ll give you the space that your precious career needs,” you told him, pushing him in the direction of your bedroom. He let his feet go, knowing arguing with you was pointless, hoping you’d follow behind him.

“I don’t know what I was thinking when I said what I said earlier love.”

Max’s hand slowly reached out and hovered over the top of your bump, smiling to himself as he admired just how big your baby was getting.

“My career is important, but you and the baby mean so much more to me. I was insensitive and rude, my priorities weren’t straight. I know it’s hard for you, and I really do completely understand how difficult being pregnant is,” Max whispered.

Your hand slowly moved across your bump, resting your fingers just over the top of Max’s.

“No one wants for me to sleep peacefully more than me,” you informed him.

“I know,” he smiled, shuffling closer towards you. “I’m so proud of you, you’re coping so well, and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel anything different.”

“You’re an idiot sometimes, you know?”

“I do,” Max chuckled as he saw the first hint of a smile on your face. “I’m stupid, selfish and a massive ass sometimes, but that doesn’t stop me being so in love with you and our baby. You have no idea how excited I am for our future together babe.”

You hummed in agreement with Max, “I do, I’ve heard all those interviews you did in Miami last weekend.”

“Seeing as you’re talking to me again, is there a chance you might come and join me in bed again too? It’s horrible being in there without you,” Max smirked, extending his hand out for you to take.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you teased, taking Max’s hand and allowing his other arm to wrap around you and help you off of the sofa.

“Can I get that in writing too?” Max grinned as you started walking.

Your head shook as he supported you all the way back to the bedroom, easing you down and placing the duvet gently over your body.

“Max, reckon you could sleep if I laid in your side?” You whispered, surprised by just how cold your spot was after you left it abandoned for so long.

“Of course,” he replied without even having to think, lifting his arm up and inviting you into the warmth beside him.

“Is this alright for you?”

“I promise, it’s more than alright for me.”

Whether he slept well for the rest of the night or not, it didn’t matter to Max, just as long as he had you back by his side.

And if his data was rubbish, well, his coaches would just have to deal with it.

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[starlighttsv]

Day 5

Merry Christmas Baby - p.b

Sum: reader surprises Paige for Christmas during Christmas break

Warnings: just fluff

Note: Merry Christmas Eve to all who celebrate 🫶

Pair: Paige x longdistancegf!reader

Wc: 1.2k

Requested by @rosemariiaa lmk if there is anything you want added or changed

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“Ma’am, Ma’am we’re landing ” you’re shaken awake by the sweet old lady sitting next to you “mm thank you ma’am” you groan out sleepily starting to sit up and stretch “is this your first time flying?” She asks you while you’re situating yourself in your seat. “No. Me and my girlfriend are long distance so we always fly to each other when we can.” She nods “is this your first time?” You ask back while the plane starts going down “No. just my first time without my husband, he’s already in Minnesota with our family” you nod and before you can reply she asks another question “Does your girlfriend know your coming? Or is it a surprise?”

“It’s a surprise. Her dad and step mom are helping me pull it off” she nods saying “that’s so sweet, I remember when me and my husband were young and doing long distance. It is hard and challenging but if you both really want it then it’s not impossible.” “Thank you, we’re trying.” She nods and gives you a pat on your arm, starting to stand up as the plane has landed “it was nice talking to you, I hope you and your girlfriend have a very merry Christmas!”

“You too! Merry Christmas to you and your family!” You replied back also starting to stand up so you can get your carry-on, she smiles at you and says thank you. You both eventually end up walking off the plane and making your way to baggage claim. You’ve been texting Bob since you got off the plane as he was gonna be the one to pick you up, he said Moe took Paige to the mall so they could do some Christmas shopping

Once you got your luggage you started making your way to the area bob said he was. When you see him you immediately start walking a little faster, hugging him once you reached him

“Hey! How was your flight?” He questions while hugging you back “good, long though.” He laughs “well yeah, you just flew from Boston to Minnesota. Figured we could go get some food and then take you back home, Moe just texted saying they’re just entering the last store for today.”

You nod agreeing to what he just said “I’m starving so I’m good with this plan.” He just chuckles and takes your suitcase from you, leading you out of the airport and to the car

You guys have just gotten back to the house after eating and now are trying to hurry and figure out the best way to do the surprise. “What if I left my bags out in the living room or by the front door and went up to her room, and you told her a guest made it a few days earlier then Christmas and that she’s sharing her room with said guest, and then ask her to bring my bags up to her room and then she’ll see me?”

“Yeah that could work-“ he gets cut off hearing a car pull into the drive way “go hide!” He tells you making you run up the stairs and into Paige’s room. You lay down on her bed and go on your phone, you hear the front door open and then some talking - when you hear Paige start coming up the stairs you put your phone down and look at the door waiting for her to come in.

When she knocks on the door you don’t answer making her think the guest that her father would not tell her who was asleep, giving her the go ahead to open the door and put the bags against the wall. She starts walking out of the door so you quickly knock down her water bottle that was on her nightstand to make her look in your direction and when she does she gasps and her eyes widen

“Wait-“ she cuts herself off “hey baby!” When you say that it’s like her brain unfreezes cause she’s immediately running towards the bed and jumping on you. You laugh hugging her back.

“How’d you get here? When’d you get here? What?” She says fully shocked that you’re even here “Bob and Moe helped me pay for my flights, and we had just gotten to the house when you and Moe pulled in.” She just looks at you surprised “she’s one of your Christmas presents by the way. Flights during Christmas are extremely expensive” Bob says in the doorway of her room jokingly

She just turns her head still laying on you “ that’s fine, she’s the greatest gift I could’ve gotten” Bob just shakes his head amusingly and leaves the doorway heading back downstairs.

“How long are you here?” She asks turning back to you “3 weeks” you can tell she’s confused but excited that your gonna be here that long “two of the weeks are my winter break and I’m taking a week off of school so I can see some of your basketball games” she doesn’t say anything and instead just hugs you shoving her face in your neck “I love you so much” she mumbles into you

“I love you more” you say kissing her on her forehead. She shakes her head and lifts her head away from your neck so it’s hovering over your face “not possible” she mumbles over your lips, immediately kissing you after saying that

It’s now Christmas morning, Paige had woken up a few minutes ago and started playing with your hair and kissing you all over your face trying to wake you up.

Now you’re laying your head on her chest with one arm draped across her stomach drawing random shapes on her stomach while she fiddles with the ends of your hair

“I can’t wait to spend these 3 weeks with you.” Paige mumbles into your hair. You just lean up and give her a few kisses “I love you” you mumble against her “and I love you” she pulls you back in to the kiss

You both pull away after a few seconds “Drew’s gonna be storming in here in about 3 minutes” Paige says making you laugh a little bit “then I guess we should get up” you say looking at her making her groan out and pull you into her more “I just want to lay in bed and cuddle with you” she pouts “well we can cuddle on the couch?” She just groans but starts getting up from the bed

She helps you get up and then you both walk out the door immediately seeing Drew on his way to Paige’s room - making him stop in his tracks for a minute before he runs up to both of you grabbing both of your hands and “pulling” you guys to the living room

You and Paige sit on the love seat while everyone else sits on the couch or the floor, Bob starts passing out the presents with everyone opening theirs. Once the gifts are opened and the food is eaten everyone decided to watch a movie before we all had to get dressed.

Your laying your head on Paige’s chest again with her still fiddling with the ends of your hair, while you focus on the Christmas movie playing right now

“Merry Christmas baby” Paige whispers in your ear

[rinhaler]

hii!! i just read your jjk fics/drabbles and im literally in lovee ❤️_❤️ i was wondering if you could write barou or ryusei from bl with a crybaby/bratty virgin sister .. and they non con her into behaving !!

I LOVE Barou and as badly as I want to write him one day, I'm picking Ryusei this time. I feel like Barou drinks his respects women juice so I can't imagine him doing this 😭😭 Ryusei however...

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, noncon, reader is drunk, step/incest (not specified), praise, petnames (baby), readers pussy described as chubby :3, fingering, clit rubbing, vaginal sex, creampie.

words: 1.1k

“Who are you trying to impress?” Ryusei asks, looking you up and down as you prepare to leave your bedroom. Your friend is waiting for you, she’s taking you to meet up with your other friends so you can go and see a movie together. You tell him as much, though he looks at you sceptically.

You aren’t about to tell him there might be guys there, too.

“Change your skirt.” he commands, tugging it down. He’s a little taken aback when he feels you slap his hand away. He doesn’t comment on it though. “I don’t like this, either.” he tells you as he tugs at your tube top.

“Why not? It’s cute!” you tell him, moving away from him to check yourself out in the mirror again. It’s simple, white, with a pair of cherries embroidered in the centre.

“I can see your nipples.” he informs you, tugging it down until your tits bounce free.

“Hey!” you yelp, pulling it back up and protecting your modesty once again. You flush with heat, feeling nothing but shame and embarrassment knowing that your brother has now seen you, however briefly, in such an indecent state.

“Why are you being shy, now?” he asks. “I can still see ‘em poking through. Y’don’t care about guys seeing you like this?” he wonders. And you shake your head. “Get changed.”

“No!” you argue. “Leave me alone, my friends’re waiting for me!”

You barge by him and rush out of your room. He doesn’t get a chance to argue with you anymore before you’ve already ran down the stairs and out of the door to the safety of your friends car. He watches the two of you drive away, a glimmer of malice in his eye.

--

When you return home late, and drunk, he can’t say he’s surprised. He knew you were downplaying what your plans actually were. Getting hammered under the guise of a movie. Maybe the day started that way, maybe you didn’t know what was going to follow afterwards.

But he knew you’d be home late, especially in a little outfit like that.

“Who did you fuck?” he asks, coldly, switching on the pink, fuzzy lamp on your side table like a camp supervillain. It scares you, so much so that you jump at the sound of his voice booming throughout the room. Your heart is too busy pounding to notice how hard he’s trying to conceal the smirk on his face.

“Move, Ryu.” you groan, pushing him on your bed so that you can get under the duvet beside him. “’m drunk ‘n tired.”

He grabs the lower half of your face and forces you to look at him. Your heart beats rapidly as you see anger flame behind pretty pink hues. You’ve never seen him like this before. Not with you, anyway.

“I asked you a question.” he reminds you, his forehead presses against yours as he waits for you to answer. You aren’t sure what he wants you to say. You didn’t fuck anyone. But you worry he’ll take your answer as nought but a lie.

“R-Ryusei…” you whimper. “’m a virgin.” you confess, that very same feeling of humiliation washing over you that you had felt earlier in the day. You aren’t sure why your virgin status makes you feel so ashamed. Maybe because you know you’re the only one of your friends who hasn’t done it yet. Maybe it’s because you know Ryusei fucks a lot, you’ve met countless one night stands he’s brought home after hours that you can’t help but feel sorry for.

Instead of ridiculing you, though, he groans in satisfaction. His eyes roll back into his head as your words replay in your head.

“Good girl,” he praises you. Your eyes widen as he captures your lips with his own and he kisses you deeply. “You’re still mine.”

“W-What…” you trip over your words. “What are you doing?”

“Baby, today was too close a call,” he whispers, kissing you again. “Almost lost you today ‘cause you wouldn’t fucking listen to me.” he continues, his hand travels down your sternum and cups your chubby cunt. Delight fills him as he feels how divinely sticky your panties are.

He moves them aside, wasting no time plunging his fingers into your tight heat. You hiss, you sob as you feel his thick, heavy fingers stretch your virgin hole open for the first time.

“Ryu, s-stop!” you cry, “You’re my brother! ‘n it h-hurts…” you whimper, but he doesn’t care.

You wince as he continues pummelling his fingers into your aching hole, slow and deep. His. He watches you throw your head back in ecstasy as he stimulates your clit with his thumb. He feels him self growing harder and harder, watching you wrestle with the guilt of enjoying the touch of your big brother.

“Ryusei, p-please, stop…” you beg, but he won’t listen.

“You don’t mean that.” he tells you. He’s your big brother, he knows best. And better still, he knows what he wants. How can he expect you to behave and listen to him if he stops now. He pulls his hand away from your slippery flesh, tasting them briefly before shoving his fingers into your mouth. You dare not argue as he looks at you with a determination you only see when you attend his football games. So you suck, beautifully. “Good girl… wanna know something?”

You nod, humming sweetly as you continue to suck and lick his fingers clean.

“Don’t care if it hurts… don’t care if you don’t want it.” he warns you, spreading your legs apart as he climbs in between them. He lines his cock up with your twitching hole, teasing your entrance with his tip. He pushes in and out, softly, barely pressing in at all before he finishes talking. “Your little cunt needs to know who she belongs too.”

And with that, he bullies his cock into you. All of the way to the hilt until he’s snuggled inside of your warm wet walls. He holds your face and doesn’t let you look away as he destroys your virgin cunt. His thick cock batters against your sweet spot repeatedly and he can’t allow you to look away from what he’s doing to you.

Despite your whining, despite your protests.

He wants to see how your face contorts as you’re despoiled by your big brother.

You hate how he rubs your clit so exquisitely, so celestially, while he jackhammers his length into you. He cums with a strained moan and you hate that he somehow forces you to do the same.

Your once pure slot now wholly impure, stained with your elder brother’s sperm as he ejaculates rope after rope into your tremoring walls. And despite being so rough, so uncaring, he gifts you with a romantic, soft kiss.

“Don’t defy me again,” he warns you. “You’re not a virgin anymore, I’ll be rougher with you next time.”

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[pupkashi]

do u guys think kakashi would flirt with you when he’s drunk, cheeks flushed and words slurred as he tries terrible pick up lines on you

“you believe in love at first sight?” he asks, “or should i walk by again?” the incessant giggles that leave his lips having you smiling and shaking your head.

“kashi we’ve been dating for two years,” you smile, watching as he pouts at your statement.

“cant you go along just once!” he whines, strong arms wrapping around your waist as his head nuzzles into your neck, sighing a bit before his eyes flutter shut.

“okay okay,” you sigh, a smile still on your face as you continue, “I’ll go along with it this time, promise.”

his silver bangs cover his eyes slightly, hair messy from whatever competition he had been doing with guy earlier in the night. his eyes light up at your words, walking away from you, only to turn on his heel and walk right back up to you.

“do you have a band-aid? ‘cause i think i just fell for you,” he smiles, giddy as you flush slightly, a grin tugging at your lips as he stares back at you, eyes lingering on your lips a bit longer than usual.

“we’ll i wouldn’t want that scrape to get infected, maybe i should clean it up for you,” you purr, your hand finding it’s way to his t shirt collar as you tug him closer to you, “what do you say we go take care of that, hm?”

kakashi sputters out a half ‘yes’ and a half ‘please,’ cheeks burning and heart jumping out his chest as he watches you get on your tippy toes and place a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“how was that for playing along,” you tease, laughing as he stumbles back and clears his throat a bit.

“we should get home it’s late and i need to get home,” he stutters out, “home with you,” he mumbles, walking backwards and saying a chaste goodbye to his friends, before rushing back over to you and tugging you out of the bar.

“we’ll aren’t you in a rush to get home” you laugh, his arm is slung over your shoulders under the guise of ‘keeping you warm and close to him,’ but you know better.

you can tell from the stumble in his steps and the way he’s swaying with cold wind he’s much drunker than he was letting on in the bar. giggling at your every word, you’re not sure if the flush of his cheeks is the alcohol, the chilly breeze hitting them, or your shower of compliments.

kakashi doesn’t care how silly he looks, admiring how utterly beautiful you look as you help him up the stairs, how funny you are when you’re re-teaching him how to brush his teeth and helping him into bed after untangling him from his clothes.

the world is spinning when his head finally hits his pillow, sighing happily when he feels the bed dip under your weight, already scooting closer to you.

“can we cuddle?” he whispers, eyes closed as he whispers. he doesn’t see the softest smile on your lips or the shining look of love in your eyes as you stare at the silver haired jonin.

“‘course we can kashi,” you whisper back, pulling him close to you and holding him tightly, kissing his forehead before closing your eyes.

kakashi woke up extremely hungover the next day, head throbbing and sunshine way too bright for his liking.

“good morning lover boy,” you giggle, aspirin in hand alongside a cup of water, “made us some breakfast, hopefully it’ll help with the headache I’m sure you’ve got.”

kakashi doesn’t say much of anything, eyes still half closed as he takes the medicine from you, mumbling what you can only assume is a ‘thank you,’ before he’s laying back down, blanket over his head.

a/n: GODDDD I HAVENT WRITTEN FOR MY LOVER IN SO LONG I MISSED HIM !!! I YEARNED FOR HIM !!!!! he’s so my everything i love him i love him i love him <333

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Rain pounded against the bay windows of the lobby. The lamp light was dim and low, signifying the quiet of the night; the inhabitants of the astral express had long been asleep, but the warm bulbs provided a shelter for any stray soul that sought refuge in the silence.

You were one such soul, sat in the leather chair that was tucked into the corner with a blanket cocooning you tightly and mug of hot tea warming your palms.

But it didn’t mean much, with the way your eyes couldn’t leave the rattling window panes for even a second. It was hard to look away, no matter how hard you wanted to, but it almost felt that if you did, the rain would break the glass and sweep away the safety of your home with the power of a hurricane. You weren’t really sure why, exactly, but any time the weather became so furious, your entire being seized like a deer in headlights. You didn’t know what to do. If you didn’t move, maybe you would be safe. Maybe everyone would be safe, if only they stayed right where they were. Unmoving.

You remembered pulling yourself out of bed for some kind of remedy for sleeplessness caused by the sound of the rain, anything helpful; and then the loud crashing of thunder gave you such a fright that your subconscious refused to leave, any possible sleep leftover in your mind completely pushed down. Were you a child? It wasn’t really going to hurt you like this. If anything, the real Storm would be much more capable of doing so–

SNAP

–Lightning flashed before your eyes, and your muscles stiffened as thunder cracked through the sky mere seconds after. You could tell it was right above–you barely even had the chance to count to one before the sound pierced through your body, nearly making your tea spill all over your blanketed lap.

Yeah, okay. There was no going back to your room after all. You couldn’t even convince your knees to peel out of the bunched up position you held them in, let alone walking there by yourself.

Sleeping there on the chair… Didn’t really sound too bad. Honestly! It's not like it was completely uncomfortable… You thought. Even though your back already begged for a mattress to lay on, at least the chair was decently cushioned. Right? So…

“...Hm? My Lady?” came a sudden voice, from across the room, in the doorway that connected the lobby to the kitchen. “What are you doing up at such an unGodly hour?”

You looked over your knees and your cup of tea when you heard that warm tone, to see small wings swaying gently with each other's movements. Your heart jumped in your chest at being caught like this; It wasn't like it was something you'd be caught doing, though, you didn't think anyone else would be awake to see you the way you currently are, let alone someone so careful about their Sunday routine. "A-Ah, um... You know."

The man hummed curiously; There wasn't much to do in terms of expressions, so being close to the man required one to be really good at picking up on non-existent body language and voice cues, and quickly And at that moment you could tell that he hadn't really responded to her. ask. Somehow, it felt rude to keep someone like him in the dark.

You cleared your throat, your eyes peering back at the windows still drumming with rain. “I couldn’t sleep earlier, and came out here for a drink. I thought maybe it would help.”

It… Wasn’t that you didn’t like being around him for this reason, not at all. But there was something about him–the way he carried himself with such grace and poise, always quietly observing you–it made you feel much more see-through than he actually was. Ever since he’d been recruited into your group astral express , it’d been one thing after another with the way he dedicated himself to you. A Knight that was never not there, always ready to protect.

For some reason you couldn't understand, he was always by your side. Any attack that ever found you vulnerable, any near fall down the stairs in your room, any problem you had no one else to confess to... There, cape fluttering and gauntlets clenched tightly into a fist with some kind of chivalry you never thought you would have. Witness was a Knight willing to give his life for you.

You never really understood it. You thought you weren't particularly special. You had nothing to provide him other than a humble room to rest in. Was that really enough for him?

You came back from your thoughts when a hand grabbed his sword and that figure jumped towards you. Whatever he was considering, he had clearly made up his mind.

“Come on, lady. "Should someone escort you back to your room?"

When shaking fingers reached out to place your own atop it, it felt the way his voice sounded. Gentle, despite that seemingly hard shell, with a grip so firm it made you feel safe.

“...I-If you would be so kind, sunday. I think I would like that.”+

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red dress. | rafe cameron

part 1

set in season 3, episode 1! part of this is literally the scene word for word with dialogue LOL

you had been manhandled all the way into your house and ushered upstairs before you could even really get a good look. an armed guard had left a hand print on your arm from him gripping you. once you were finally in the room and he let you go, you just scoffed, "great manners."

he showed no emotion and just said, "dinner at eight. I'd clean up."

"can't you just tell me what I'm here for?" you said in a frustrated tone. after he just closed the door. you tried the handle and groaned - it was locked.

the bedroom was nice and had everything you would need including multiple of the same red dresses in different sizes with a note that said - pick your size.

after a while, you decided to put it on - not wanting to piss off whoever was keeping you captive. you were sitting on the bed, dressed way too fancy for a dinner downstairs when there was a knock and then the door opened and a woman stepped inside, "he's ready."

you followed her out of the bedroom and down the stairs, trying to get a glimpse of anything that might be useful for an escape.

the woman showed you into the dining room and you looked around, spotting a man with a buzz cut standing with his back towards you. he was pouring a drink - most likely liquor. "hey - uh," you said unsure what to say to your potential captor.

your heart flipped when the man turned around. it was rafe. it was your fucking ex-boyfriend.

rafe's eyes lingered on your body, scanning you up and down as he saw you. it was like his brain hadn't fully processed who you exactly were.

"you're fucking involved in this shit? what? did you have your dad kidnap me so i'd be forced to talk to you??" your tone was harsh. you hadn't spoken to rafe since you broke things off and jumped off the ship with john b and sarah, obviously picking their side. it had broken your heart to do it but what rafe tried to do to sarah - that wasn't the man you loved.

"what the hell are you talking about? why are you here anyway? trying to fuck up my deal?" rafe said gruffly while walking towards you.

"I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know." said a voice from the other room. your attention snapped towards the other man.

"who are you?" rafe asked, his tone shifting and his body moving closer and in front of yours.

"me? my name is carlos singh. it's a pleasure to meet you, mr. cameron," your stomach dropped at the fact that the unknown man knew rafe by name.

"and ms. y/l/n, I do apologize for the rough tactics to bring you in today." as mr. singh said that, rafe's eyes scanned over your body, his teeth gritting when he noticed the bruises on your arm. "come, I don't bite." he continued, turning on his foot to go into the other room.

before you could follow, rafe blocked the entrance and whispered, "did he hurt you?" his hand brushed against your arm.

"I'm fine rafe, but I want to leave here - like now." you said softly and continued to walk into the next room.

you could tell rafe wanted to kill the man for anyone putting his hands on you, but now wasn't the time. "rough tactics? what about me then?" rafe was seething and after every sentence his jaw clenched harder.

"yes, mr. cameron, false pretenses for you, but the ends justify the means, I'm afraid."

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after sitting through singh's speech about what he wanted, him interrogating you about the diary, which you had denied knowing its whereabouts vehemently, he had walked you and rafe back to the room where you had been held earlier.

after opening the door, singh then threatened the two of you with only having one day to tell him where the diary was and that there was going to be a demonstration at the window. and with that, he left the door locking behind him.

while rafe banged on the door, you walked over to the window and pushed the curtains out of the way. rafe joined you, "who the hell is that guy?"

"he's the guy that got us off the island." you murmured, "his name is jimmy portis. he was trying to help me." your stomach dropped, yet again, when singh pulled out his gun as he looked up at the window towards you and rafe.

you and rafe both jumped when the gun fired and you turned instinctively into his chest. his arms wrapped around you and he put his face against your forehead. he put one hand in your hair on the back of your head to pull you closer.

"baby, I need to know, the diary, do you have it?" he asked, pulling away and tilting your face up towards him.

you hadn't even realized that he had called you baby at first, but there were bigger things than that going on so you just shook your head no, which was the truth, and said, "no I don't have it."

rafe nodded and kissed your forehead, "I'm so sorry. for everything."

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Something in the shadows || 5. limbo

Summary: When a girl is found by Ellie just outside of Jackson, covered in what seems to be scratches from a beast, the community realizes that the infected might not be the only monsters out there.

CWs: Dark!Joel, monster!Joel, werewolf!Joel, NOT an omegaverse fic, fated mates, DUBCON, murders, gore, dark and horror themes, overprotective!joel, explicit smut, FMC without a name and a physical description (it's you baby), unspecified age gap, no y/n.

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She woke up to a cold, empty bed. She didn’t know what she had expected from a man like Joel – but part of her was still sad to wake up alone. The only reminders of Joel – bruises on her shoulder and her hips, where he had held her too strongly. As a reminder of her assault, her lip was split, blood had dried on it.

She dressed appropriately and walked slowly to the end of the hallway, where Joel’s room was also empty.

“I think he’s already up, I heard Tommy earlier.” Ellie’s voice startled her.

“Oh, thanks, Ellie.”

The older teen looked at her weirdly, up and down. “No offense, but you look like shit. You okay?”

“Yeah. Rough night… nightmares.” She lied effortlessly.

“Cool. I was just heading to the farm, catch you later.”

And with a last, weird look, the teenager climbed down the stairs. When she was free of her presence, she disappeared into the bathroom. Moving too much hurt.

“You have to tell me what the fuck happened, Joel. You’re scaring me, brother.”

The Tipsy Bison had been condemned when what remained of the bodies had been discovered by Tommy. Joel froze with pure dread as he discovered the bodies. He remembered telling her he would take care of it… and then everything was blurry. He thought he had just… talked to them. But the truth was much, much darker. The boys were disfigured, reduced to pure meat. He couldn’t have done that.

“I don’t know, Tommy.” Joel’s voice was rough, hiding an uncertainty. “I just… I talked to them, okay?”

“Talked to them?!” Tommy responded incredulously. “There is nothing left, Joel.”

The older brother’s hand trailed down his own face as he tried but failed to remember. There was a big gap between the moment where had taken care of her, then had come home to fuck her.

“This can’t be me. Do ya think I’m… I’m some sort of monster? Do ya think I could’ve hurt her and then take her into my own goddamn home?”

They had both done bad things in the past to survive but this – this has taken the cake of absurdity. 

“Okay, okay, I believe you.” Tommy stopped him, his hands before him like an offering of peace. “But now, ya gotta help me clean up this fucking mess, Joel. And I won’t tell anyone about this. Because they probably deserved it.”

“What happened to you?”  Elaine asked once her new friend arrived at the laundry place, letting her bucket of water fall as her mouth opened in horror. She ran up to her, her delicate and pale hands brushing where the skin had broken. The woman jumped at the unexpected touch, but she smiled as much as her split lip allowed.

“Don’t worry. Just… got into a fight.” She gave some of the truth, sparse, breadcrumbs in the forest of her mind.  She saw the mess of water. “Let me help you clean up before anyone gets hurt.”

 While they worked, they talked. Elaine, like last time, did most of the talking. But she could see something was off with her new friend.

“What’s going on with you, sweetheart? I know it must be hard for you to trust people around here but… you can tell me anything.” Elaine had the empathy of a good mother. The kind who would take you in her arms and waited until you stopped crying. The kind she probably had before.

“It’s just… men.”

The woman with the auburn hair hummed knowingly. “Miller?”

She shrugged in response, so Elaine did not push. But she knew.

“I’m just… disappointed. I got what I thought I wanted. But I’m just left… even lonelier somehow.”

“You’re gonna have to stop speaking in riddles if you want my help.” There was no bite behind her words,

“We… had sex, yesterday. I thought we had something going on, but I woke up completely alone.” Her voice was lower, so she wouldn’t attract the local gossipers.

“Mmh. I see. Sometimes… men just need space to sort out their feelings. I wouldn’t worry much about it. Is he the one who…?” She asked as she pointed to her lip.

“Oh god no, he would never… hurt me. I don’t think so.”

But he had hurt her before, hadn’t he?

He was washing away the gore and the blood from his body, but somehow, even as the red liquid flushed down the drain, he didn’t feel cleaner. The beast was dirty, and right now, in the most inappropriate of times, it still wanted. He had left her side this morning, partly because he wanted to let her sleep in, and partly because he was afraid of what he could do to her once the want came back.  Would he hurt her to take what he wanted?

He heard the door open downstairs. She was probably done with her work. He chased the bad thoughts away as he dried himself and got dressed in dark washed jeans, a discolored shirt that was probably black in another life and a flannel that he buttoned almost all the way to the top, leaving two buttons popped open.

Joel climbed down the stairs quietly, and he cleared his throat awkwardly when he found her in the kitchen.

“Oh, Joel.”

He was overly aware of her body language, of the way she jumped slightly at his voice. “M’sorry, didn’t wanna scare ya…” His palm caressed the back of his neck as he approached her.

“I just… I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me after yesterday.”

“What? God… no.” He groaned in frustration. “Listen, I’m very bad at this.” So bad that he couldn’t even tell Tess he loved her, even when she was turning in front of his eyes. “But it has nothing to do with you or what happened yesterday.”

“Okay…” He eyed the way she balanced herself from one leg to the other nervously. “I… when you said you would take care of the guys yesterday, what did you mean?” She asked suddenly.

Something primal in him wanted him to tell her everything. But she would be horrified. So, he did what he did best. He lied.

“I was gonna talk to them… but the poor bastards were already dead when I got to them.”

“Do you think it’s…whatever hurt me?” She asked worriedly as her fingers traced the scar across her face.

He hummed in response. “But… you ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of. I got ya okay?”

And with her bright, innocent eyes, he could see that she believed him completely. She approached him with more confidence now, and her hands laid on his shoulders as her eyes traced his lips.

“Joel… thank you.” She brought her face to the older man’s level and latched her lips onto his. It lit the fire in him, as his hands trailed down her body to hold her hips. He pressed her against his body tightly, and he could already feel himself getting hard. He was insatiable when it came to her.

She let go of his lips with a sweet smile, knowing the way his body reacted to hers. “Come to the winter ball with me. Please.”

“Yeah… okay. I’ll go.” She felt his hands on her ass, and he lifted her up to leave her on the counter. His lips trailed down her jaw, the soft skin of her throat. She smelled so intoxicatingly good, with a mixture of her and… him still somewhere on her body.

“Wait… Is Ellie coming back…?”

“Will be gone all day. Said she’d meet with a friend after work.” He mumbled back, his teeth sucking a bruise into her skin, before he soothed it with his tongue. She moaned in response, her body arching to get closer to him.

“O-Okay.” She’d thought Joel wouldn’t have much of a libido due to his age, but he seemed like he couldn’t get enough, and she couldn’t complain about it. He unzipped her pants as fast as he could before his hand sneaked in her wet panties.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about this pussy.” Joel growled, his fingers already tracing fast circles on her swollen bud. The top of her body fell against his chest, and he held her with his free hand.

“S’yours Joel, all yours.” She slurred, already drunk on pleasure.

“Yeah?” He breathed against her skin. “Good fuckin’ girl.” 

With his fingers, he pushed her over the edge abruptly and embarrassingly quickly, and she let out a load moan as she came in her panties.

“Fuck, come here.” He lifted her and brought her with him, as he sat down on one of the dining chairs. “Need to be inside you.” He hastily undid his belt and freed his member, before pulling her bottoms off. He held the base of his cock so it would sit upright, and with his free hand, he pulled her down on it in a slow movement.

“Joel…” She whined weakly, letting the sound die against his lips.

“Hurts?” He asked as he felt her tight heat more and more. When she was sat still on him, he waited, his hand caressing her hips, where he had left bruises the night before.

“Hurts in a good way.”

Joel cursed under his breath as he guided her hips up and down his thickness, his half-lidded eyes looking at her in wonder. “Look at me.”

When she opened her eyes and looked at his, there was this bestial glint in his gaze that she had seen before. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out as she bounced up and down his dick.

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep goin’.” She felt a harsh slap on her butt cheek that was swollen from the night before, which made her yelp. His fingers then came down to her clit, where he teased her. “Come on my dick.” He ordered in the shell of her ear, before biting her lobe.

His name fell from her lips as he caressed her clit with a purpose, making her gush around his cock and choke him deliciously.

“Atta girl.” She was turning limp in his grasp, so he started thrusting his hips up, giving her a break. He could feel his eyes roll in the back of his head, she just felt too good. She felt… right.  “M’so fucking close, darlin’.”

“Come in my mouth, please…” She begged, and she was already getting off him to fall on her knees in front of his legs. “Please Joel.”

He held the back of her head as he guided his throbbing length in her warm mouth. He kept her in place as he thrusted between her lips. She could feel herself gag, so she breathed through her nose and let the tears fall as he finally came into her throat. Joel pulled her away to let her breathe, and his calloused fingers chased the tears away.

“Thank you for that, darlin’.” He said as he caught his breath again. He caressed her head affectionately, before pulling her up on his lap to kiss her with a newly found softness. For once, the beast felt sated. Calm.

Days later, she stood in front of the mirror behind her bedroom door, uncertain of her choice. The dress fitted perfectly; it accentuated every curve of her body. The color, a blue that was almost white, looked so soft on her. The fabric had a nice sheen to it, that caught the candlelight and made her look like a princess. Elaine had helped her find it, and she was extremely happy to have a friend here, because she had a feeling she wouldn’t find anyone in her vague memories.

But somehow, she felt self-conscious. Even though Joel proved to be a… passionate lover, to say the least, she feared he would find someone better.

“You ready?” Ellie’s voice called, with a shy knock on the door.

She opened the door and brought Ellie inside, panicking. “Please, be honest with me. How do I look?” She whispered; afraid Joel was listening at the door.

“Damn! You look good. You’re gonna give the old man a heart attack.”

Heat rushed to her face, and she smiled shyly as she finally admired Ellie’s outfit. It wasn’t what she had expected for her, but she wore a dark blue dress shirt and black slacks. It fitted her small frame surprisingly well. Her brown curls were loose on her shoulders.

“Watch your language around the old man, yeah? You look good too.” She caressed the top of Ellie’s head playfully, before grabbing her coat and going out of the room with her.

Joel looked at his broken watch while he waited for the girls. Finally, he heard giggles and their steps coming down. He was going to make a comment on how late they were, but when he saw her… he completely froze. His mouth was half-opened, his eyes bright as he admired her shiny blue dress and the way it caressed the body he had gotten to know so quickly.

He finally looked at Ellie too and the hint of a smile formed on his lips as he saw their outfits were matching. His shirt was two shades lighter, but they basically had the same outfit.

“See? Told you, he’s having a stroke.” Ellie mumbled.

“You look good, kid.” Joel cleared his throat, then took the hand of the woman he desired in his. “And you look… wow.” He couldn’t really say his real thoughts, though. How he wanted to tear that dress off her body and see if her underwear was just as pretty.

“Okay, get a fucking room, I’m leaving without you.” Ellie rolled her eyes.

Of course, it had been hard to keep their relationship hidden as Joel always wanted to jump in her pants. Ellie had guessed it pretty quickly.

“No, no. We’re leaving.” She responded with an embarrassed smile.

The room was decorated beautifully in whites and blues, making the green of the natural Christmas tree and the colorful lights really pop. It seemed like the whole community of Jackson was present, and she felt a bit intimidated.

Two men shone by their absence, though. The two who had ambushed her and bruised her. She felt uneasy, as she wondered who had murdered them. Of course, in the deep pits of her gut, she knew who did it. She just didn’t want to give more reasons for her brain to shout “Run”.

On the dance floor, she saw Elaine and her husband. She looked beautiful with her auburn hair in a high bun, two pieces of hair framing her face. They exchanged shy movements of their hands as a salutation, from afar.

She always stayed close to Joel, but the man really seemed out of place. He kept to himself, drinking, and keeping an eye on Ellie, who was dancing with a pretty girl.

“Come on, dance with me, Joel. You won’t stay here moping around all night.”

She extended her hand to him, and he tried to look annoyed as he took it, with a grumbling “fine”.

 The music slowed down, and she wrapped her hands around Joel’s broad shoulders, as his palms embraced her lower back. Her skin, even though she was fully dressed, felt like fire against his hands. He wanted to ruin her.

She admired his face with a smile, noting how his messy curls were slightly slicked back with gel. He looked good, like this. In another life, instead of a survivalist… maybe that’s what he would have looked like as a serious businessman.

“You’re handsome.” The words escaped her lips before she could stop them.

He grinned, the corners of his beautiful eyes forming lines that showed his age. “And you look like a fuckin’ angel.” His lips brushed her lobe as he whispered: “But we both know how you ain’t one, huh?”

Her cheeks heated up as she was reminded of how well he took care of her. She felt that constant pull and want with Joel, her lust never truly filled.

“Follow me, angel.” Joel ordered in a soft voice, his darkening eyes reading her easily.

He locked the bathroom door, and he sat her on the large edge of the sink, before going down to his knees like he was about to worship her. His body protested for a bit, the crack of his bones reminding him of his age. But he didn’t care.

“Makin’ me crazy, lookin’ like this. Want to spend every minute inside ya.” Joel growled as he kissed up her ankle, her leg, her thigh. He sucked and bit the sensitive skin there to remind her who she belonged too.

She let out a sigh of his name, her back arching as he got closer to his target. He helped her pull up the skirt of her dress until she was bare. Her pussy was covered by delicate white lace that was already wet.

“Shouldn’t even have bother to put anythin’ down there, darlin’.”

His rough hands pulled at the fabric until it ripped. She gasped.

“Joel!”

“What’s under is much prettier.” He shushed her and opened her thighs for him. He cursed under his breath as he dove in, the tip of his tongue collecting the wetness already pooling out of her hole. She was already squirming, still sensitive from the way he had fucked her that morning. His wet muscle went back to the top, effortlessly uncovering her clit to put pressure there. He licked, sucked, caressed at the bundle of nerves, until she whimpered, and he felt more nectar coming out of her.

“J-Joel, touch me, please…” She begged as one of her hands grabbed on to his gelled down curls as if to anchor herself so she wouldn’t drown just yet.

He groaned against her pussy, the vibrations giving her even more stimulation as one of his fingers breached her entrance. It was so thick, already filling her up just right as he kept sucking harder at her clit. He plunged his finger deeper until he curled it against that spongy part that he knew made her see stars.

“F-Fuck, please, please, I’m so fucking close….”

“C’mon baby, wet my face.” He mumbled against her, before putting more pressure on his tongue. He felt her grip on his hair strengthen, he heard her heartbeat faster as she came undone, gushing on his face beautifully. He ate her out through it all, until she pushed him away.

“You taste so fuckin’ good, baby.” Joel got up slowly, crowding her against the sink as leaned in to kiss her deeply.

 She moaned against his mouth, and she was about to unclasp his belt, until insistent knocks on the door made her stop. She came back to reality slowly, realizing where they were. Embarrassed, she pulled her dress down and got out of the bathroom. She vaguely heard Joel asking her to wait, but she knew their alone time was up.

Mortified, Elaine stood in front of them.

“Oh, hi.” Her mischievous eyes told her she knew what was going on. “I wanted to talk to you, what a coincidence.” She also acknowledged Joel with a polite nod, who cleared his throat and made up some excuse about going to see if Ellie was okay. Elaine pulled her into the now empty bathroom and closed the door, before taking out a small brown bag out of her purse. She looked at her friend, confused, as she took the bag.

“It’s a tea based on a flower that has contraceptive properties. Drink it once a week, and you’ll be fine. Indigenous women used it to prevent pregnancies. I’ve been meaning to give it to you, but I didn’t see you much these days…”

“O-Oh. Thank you.” Her slick still sticking to her thighs reminded her of how much she needed this.

“You’re welcome.” With a wink, Elaine let her leave.

She hid the bag in her purse, embarrassed that she got caught with Joel, and she went back to the main event. Her eyes looked for him, but it was too crowded. Instead, she found Tommy, Joel’s brother. The younger man looked beautiful; his longer hair tied in a low bun. He wore a blinding white shirt and dark blue pants.

“Oh, hey! I hope you’re liking the party.” He told her loud enough for her to hear.

Awkwardly, she got closer to hear him better. “Yeah… it’s nice. Do you do that every year?”

“Yup, it became a tradition. Was my wife’s idea.”

She nodded and thought the conversation was done, but he stopped her by placing a delicate hand on her bare arm. She almost pushed him away, but his eyes were soft and understanding. “Look… I’ve been meaning to talk to you… about Joel.”

“What about Joel?” She asked, trying to look disinterested.

“I’m… worried for your safety. I know my brother well, but he hasn’t been the same for a while now.”

She stayed silent and let him explain, but Joel stopped their conversation by finally finding her. His hand encircled her arm a bit roughly, and he pulled her towards him while flashing a dark glare to his brother. Tommy retreated.

“Chill, Joel. Was just talkin’ to your girl and see if she was enjoyin’ the party.”

“C’mon baby, we’re leaving.” Joel said as he ignored Tommy.

He pulled her into the dark, cold night, before she could protest. She finally gathered the strength to push him away, her big eyes looking up at him in distress.

“Joel, you’re hurting me. And you’re scaring me.”

The older man stopped in his tracks and pivoted his body so he could look at her. Some of his softness was back in his eyes, but still, something dark loomed behind. “M’sorry.”

“Tommy said… you haven’t been the same. What did he mean by that?” She confronted him.

“Ignore him.”

I was gonna talk to them… but the poor bastards were already dead when I got to them. His words flooded her memory.

“Joel, did you kill them? Josh and Kevin?”

Memories hypnotized his brain, like an out of body experience. He was inside the beast, as it destroyed the men.

“I did what was necessary to protect ya.” He responded darkly.

She didn’t know why, but tears drowned her eyes. They had abused her, badly, but she never intended for them to die like that. “Joel… you can’t.”

“Can’t control it. Forgive me, darlin’.”

She watched as he ran back to the house they shared, alone under the falling snowflakes and the moon mocking her.

[sunny44]

Are you pregnant?

Pairing: Mason Mount x wife!reader

Warnings: sickness, pregnancy test, pregnancy talk.

Summary: When Mason and y/n find out they're pregnant with their baby.

I had been extremely tired these past few days.

I was tired of the job that I used to love because after my boss left and an idiot took his place and he’s a jerk.

The projects he was making us do are getting bigger and the time shorter and I was exhausted and today he just let me go home earlier because I almost threw up on him that was so discussed that send me home.

Mason was in training and I didn't want to disturb him so I went back alone and decided to stop by the pharmacy and see if I could get some sickness medicine because I hate this feeling.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"I've been nauseous for a few days and have been vomiting all morning and I'd like some sickness medicine please." She smiles and I was confused. "Is something wrong?"

"Sorry for this but have you had sex in the last few weeks?"

"Oh, uhm yes I have."

"Have you ever considered the possibility that you might be pregnant?" I widened my eyes and at the same time I felt the nausea once again. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to butt in but your symptoms are the same as a pregnant woman."

I haven’t thought about the possibility of being pregnant but now that she mention it all made sense.

The symptoms, the vomiting and my Kate period that I just realized that was late now.

"Where are the pregnancy tests please?" She gives a half smile and takes one and hands it to me.

"This one is the best one of all. There's a bathroom over there if you want to use it." I agreed and walked to the bathroom.

I took the test but I didn't want to find out the answer in a pharmacy bathroom so I put it in the box and after paying I went back to our house.

As I set foot inside the house I could hear laughter and one of them was Mason's, I felt paws on my legs and looked down to see Milo our Golden Retriever puppy jumping on me.

"Baby? What are you doing home?" He asks and comes over to me and his smile disappears as soon as he sees my face. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I am, don't worry."

"Were you crying?"

"It's nothing, I just have stomachache and you know I don't handle pain very well.” He agrees and kisses my forehead. "I'm going upstairs to take a hot bath and try to get some sleep."

"I'm going to ask Ben and Reece to leave and..."

"No need love, I'm going to sleep anyway so you don't have to send them away."

"Fine, but if there's anything let me know, okay?" I agreed and kissed him as I walked up the stairs and being followed by Milo.

The whole time I was in the hot tub, Milo was lying on the floor there with me and when I went to bed he climbed on the bed and laid his head on my belly.

“Do you think there’s a baby in there?” I asked him that close his eyes when I put my hand on his head. “I think you would like to have a brother or a sister.”

He bark in a low tone and went to sleep.

…

When I woke up it was already 7 o'clock at night so I put on my slippers and went downstairs, the boys were still here as I heard more than one male voice.

"Good night boys."

"Good night Mrs. Mount." Ben jokes and laughs going to hug him.

"Feeling better?" Mase asks and I say just a little. "I made soup."

"Correction, I made soup." Reece says and I laugh.

"Hey, you said you would let me take credit." Mase replies grumpily and they laugh.

"I changed my mind."

"Well thanks for soup Reece." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and started eating and soon I heard my cell phone ring. "Ben can you get it for me please? It's in my purse."

"Yeah, I'll get it." He comes out of the kitchen and takes too long but soon comes back with my phone and a strange face. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just took a while to find it." He answers awkwardly.

Time went by, Reece had to leave and it was just the three of us until Mason went upstairs to take a shower and as soon as he got out Ben came to my side.

"I need to ask you something and I want you to be honest with me."

"You're scaring me Ben, is everything ok?"

"Are you pregnant?" He asks, and I widen my eyes. "You are, aren’t you?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Because I saw the test when I went to get your cell phone."

"Did you see the results?"

"No, I didn't. Did you look at the result?" I silently denied. "Do you want me to look along with you?"

"No, you look I’m scared" He agrees takes the test and looks but I can't decipher his expression. "Ben?"

"It says positive here." He looks at me and at the same time I start to cry.

I didn't know what I was feeling, I didn't know if I was happy or sad or even how Mason would feel because we always joked about having a family but never had a serious conversation about it.

"It's going to be okay, you’re gonna be the best mommy ever" He hugs me from the side and I just cry into his shoulder.

"What happened?" Mason runs up to me and hugs me. "Ben what happened?"

"I'm going home and let you guys talk." He kisses my forehead and just smile at Mason.

"What happened? You're crying, is your stomachache again"

"No, I came home earlier because I spent all morning throwing up and I thought it was because of stress with the big projects I need to finish in an impossible amount of time. So I went to the pharmacy to buy some sickness medicine and I came ou that I’m not sick."

"What's wrong with you then?"

"I'm pregnant Mase."

I felt him go rigid on my side, I really hoped he would stay calm about the situation because if not I would freak out too.

"Pregnant? Are you sure?"

"The test is over there." I pointed to where Ben had left the test.

"How are you feeling?"

"I don't know what to feel."

"Aren't you happy?"

"You know I've always wanted to be a mother but I always thought we'd plan it slow and I'd have time to get used to the fact that I'd be growing a child inside me but it's happening too fast and I'm just not knowing how to handle it." He kneels in front of me and holds my hand.

"Let's make it work okay? We're a team."

"Are you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy my love, there's no one in the world besides you that I wanted to have a family." He cupped my face and cleaned the tears from my eyes with his thumbs. "I love you and our baby so much."

"I love you too."

…

The next day I called my doctor who made an appointment to confirm the pregnancy but according to her from the symptoms I described it was almost a 100% chance that I was.

Today was the day of the appointment and Mason and I were waiting our turn, there were some other women there and one of them had a big belly and a little blonde girl with her. I noticed that the child kept looking at him but Mason was too distracted to notice.

I called out to her with my hand and she smiled and came running over and hugged his legs, who was startled but smiled as soon as he saw the little girl.

"May I?" He asks her mother who agrees and Mase puts her sitting on his leg.

The two of them stood talking until the doctor called and Mason took Mary back to her mother.

"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Mount, you can lie down over there." He pointed to the Stretcher. "How are you feeling?"

"I've been pretty nauseous but it's gotten better since yesterday."

"Morning sickness is normal in these first months. Do you feel a lot of tiredness, pain in your body, or even sensitive breasts?"

"Yes, I'm very tired even though I don't do much.”

"Have you been feeling anything worrying?

"No, I think that's everything.”

"All right, I'll lift your shirt and pass this gel so we can do an ultrasound." I lifted up my shirt and she put the cold, clear gel on.

The blurry image appeared and after she showed us where the baby was she asked if we wanted to hear the heart and as soon as we said yes the loud sound filled the room and it was at that very moment that we realized how real it was.

Bonus scene!

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Y/nmount life lately have been pretty busy but I’ve never been happier 💕 thank you for being here for us, we love you so much @masonmount

@masonmount I love you both very much baby, I’m the lucky one

@sophiaaemelia congratulations mama, you’re so sexy pregnant

@y/nmount you’re the sexy one babes

@masonmount are they really flirting in front of us?

@kaihavertz yes they are and you’re wife is pregnant, I think they’re going to run away and raise your baby together

@sophiaaemelia great ideia babe, let’s do it? @y/nmount

@y/nmount yessss, let’s move to Hawaii

[froggybrainz]

Don't mind me. I just felt like posting alil teaser for my fic. Sorry if it's bad, it's my first one.... Just letting yall know that this one isn't a y/n kind of fic but a world building one for my ocs....

The steps gave way to a slight creak as I made my way up to the front door, a soft glow eliminated from the curtains suggest that I might not be the only one up. My keys jingle together as I push the door open as I am now met by my mom still in her robe.

“Oh! Alex….you scared me!...”She jumped.

“...hi mom…”, I yawned, kicking my boots off to the side. A sign of relief was heard as she sat back down in her chair.

“Well don't you just look lively tonight Alex… another long night at work?” she joked before taking another sip of her coffee. I do nothing but smile at her and continue my journey to my room.

She's up earlier than usual, I thought to myself, hmmm…Matter of fact she's up 2 hours early! The kitchen clock read the time, 1:34am normally she doesn't get up for work till a whopping 3:30am! A restless night it seems ....Then again She's always been that way from what I remember, from one doctor's appointment to another just to find out the last pill doesn't work anymore!

“I guess that just leaves me with more time to watch my shows!”, she'll always say. Insomnia oh what a real pain in the ass…

“Oh Alex by the way don't forget that i'll be working later today and make sure you wake your brother up for school, I don't feel like getting another call from the office saying that he's been skipping again…”.

“Hmhmm…”, I mumbled, making my way up the stairs, my feet getting heavier the closer I got to my bed.

The storm had luckily held off long enough for me to make it home before it let loose, the sound of the rain rhythmically tapping my window soothed my mind and helped eased me to sleep.

Finally…

It was a busy day at the dinner, as both familiar and new faces filled the booths with bustling energy. The same old couple ordered their usual early bird special while a group of friends pick and poke at each other about a guy the one has been thinking about. It's been a good day.

Making my rounds through the dinner I stopped by the old couples booth to refill their drinks. With a soft smile and a gesture I began to pour them some more tea when I got a whiff of something rotten… Assaulted by the smell…I gag…

“...sorry I don't mean nothing by it…it's just that…”, I said apologetically, lifting my head.

The pitcher fell to the floor as I stumbled backwards away from the sight. The once lively couple now a sight only a psychiatric patient would imagine. Teeth…so many teeth…. They seemed to be joined at the waist like some monster from the movie The Thing. The smell was horrendous….

Backing away, I seemed to have stepped in something…chunky…slowly my eyes down to what I just put my foot in and in all my life I've never ran faster. The whole dinner seemed to be covered in what used to be the dear customers. Entrails to torn clothing it was EVERYWHERE….

Hyperventilating, I crammed myself under the counter like a child hiding from the boogieman. The sound of hysterical laughter started to cry out from behind the counter as the whole dinner was laughing at me ... .they were mocking me….

“NO …N-NO… STOP THIS!!!” I cried out, my head tucked between my legs. The masses continued their chorus of demonic laughter before uniting into a singular male voice.

“....ALEX….”

My blood froze, I couldn't tell if I wanted to look at it or if it was making me. Taking in what felt like it could have been my last breath, I looked up.

*BEEP!

*BEEP!

*BE-...

It was just another dream….Just another damn dream….

Side note: so imma do arcs for each oc I have, so don't worry, not everyone will be based around Alex. The next one I'll work on after this one is complete is "Hippies and Cowboys" (yes, like the song) for Willie and Frankie. This one is called "Dream Walker," and it's gonna be based around Jack and Alex. Plus, Bernie will be in it, too.

Overall, my au is gonna be called "IT Stalks," so i hope some will like it....

[blckbarbiedoll]

Million Dollar Baby

Epilogue

February 22, 2020-Los Angeles, California

You placed the dirty plates and silverware into the dishwasher before joining Patrick on the couch and waited for your other halves to join you.

"Do you think she liked us?" You asked.

"She's a seven year old. I'm sure she was just focused on her dinosaur chicken nuggets."

"She's our partner's daughter. It'd be nice if she likes us."

Tashi and Art joined you in the living room soon after. They handed you both glasses and poured some wine.

"She loved you guys." Tashi smiled. "She said Patrick was funny, and you were very pretty."

"What'd she say about the whole relationship thing?" Patrick asked.

"She was a little confused, but then she said it's okay because now she gets another mommy and daddy, and more Christmas presents."

"Thank god." You sighed.

"You know, we were thinking." Art said. "Now that you guys are married and Lily knows about us..." He looked to his wife.

"We were thinking, why don't the four of us...ya know?"

"No, we don't know."

"We're proposing, guys."

You and Patrick looked at each other and smiled before you jumped up and embraced them both. 

"I love you so much!" You exclaimed before kissing them both.

"Is that a yes?" The blonde asked.

"Yes!"

You all turned to look at Patrick who had remained silent.

"Pat?"

He smirked and nodded. "Yes. I wanna marry you both so fucking bad." He came over and pressed a soft kiss to Art's lips before doing the same to Tashi. 

"Even though it can't be legal, we thought we could still make it official." She pulled a small box out of her pocket and opened it. "I know it's not much. We didn't wanna be too flashy."

You both looked at the two silver wedding bands and grinned.

"There's an inscription on the inside." Art told you.

You picked one up and turned it over. 

'Love-Love'

"They're perfect."

You both took your own wedding bands off and slipped the new ones on.

"What about you guys?" You asked.

"We got some for ourselves. We were waiting until you said yes."

"Well put them on!" Patrick said excitedly.

They giggled and pulled their rings out of their pockets and copied your earlier actions.

"We should live together." You stated. "I mean, it'd be kinda weird if we're married and live apart. But I totally get it if you don't wanna do that right now."

Tashi grabbed your hand and grinned. "I already got the Alaskan King up the stairs. You're moving in."

"Good." Patrick said. "I cannot have Art's cold feet against my legs anymore."

"Oh, you love my feet."

"Not when I'm sleeping."

"Did you tell your parents?" You asked her.

"I'm saving that for another day. Right now, I just wanna be with my family."

You all began to cuddle together on the couch. You raked your fingers through Tashi's hair while Art was sitting in between Patrick's legs.

"Do you guys remember when we first met?" You asked the group.

"Like it was yesterday." Art smiled. "We thought you two were goddesses."

"We still do."

"I used to think about what would've happened if we hadn't gone to your hotel room. But now, I don't give a shit. This is way better."

"I love you guys." Tashi smiled as she reached over kiss the boys before kissing you.

"We love you too."

Later that night, you all made your way up the stairs and got into bed. 

"I love this new bed." Patrick said.

"Maybe now I won't have your morning breath in my face." Art joked.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

He climbed over Tashi and laid in between you and Art.

"Now you will."

"You're insane."

"You love it." He planted a soft kiss onto his lips and smirked.

"I love this family." You grinned before cuddling into Patrick's side and drifting off to sleep.

[keitchupp]

THE UNSPOKEN DESIRE- Seok matthew x reader

Sitting on Matthew's bed, Y/N waits for him to return. As she does, she lets the conversation of her four companions float unheard through her mind. To be honest, Y/N couldn't stand them; she was just nice to them since they were Matthew’s friends.

Matthew rushes up the stairs with a spring of energy in his step.

"The weather was surprisingly warm and sunny that day. Too good to be wasted”. was Matthew’s thought upon entering the room, so he broke the silence by asking, "Hey guys, why don't we take advantage of the nice day and go do something?"

"What do you have in mind?"

Chloe inquires.

"How about we get something to eat at one of the malls nearest to us?”

Clapping his hands together

Ryan exclaims, "Oh, that's a good idea!"

This time Y/N was the one to speak: “We could go to a steak house; I know a good one."

But that idea was smashed quickly by Hayey, who said, "I don’t crave that type of food. maybe hamburger?”

"McDonald," Ryan and Steve answered in perfect synchronization.

Jumping to her feet Haley moves to grab Matthew's hand, declaring, "The last one to the car has to pay!"

Dodging her advance, Matthew instead grabs a hold of Y/N's hand and says, "Come on, Y/N, you don't want to have to pay, do you?" pulling her after him as he races down the stairs.

Matthew and Y/N were the first to arrive at Steve's shining red SUV.

Followed in quick succession by Ryan, Steve, and Hailey.

Leaving Chloe as the loser. "Ah, that’s not fair!" Chloe whines

"Don't be a sore loser, Chloe!"

Matthew shouts over his shoulder as he opens the door.

Stepping to the side Matthew smiles at Y/N, and with a sweep of his hand, he indicates for her to enter the SUV. "Ladies first!"

Returning the smile Y/N jokingly says, "Yeah, you are right, ladies first," imitating his gesture, so Matthew enters the vehicle laughing.

He moves to the last of the four seats in the back, and Y/N moves to the seat next to him.

Steve and Ryan make their way to the front seats, with the former taking residence in the driver's seat.

They were happy sitting next to each other, but that happiness didn’t last long.

Scoffing in annoyance Chloe grumbles, "That's my seat! I always sit in the middle!

Move!"

Staring Chloe dead in her eyes

Y/N flat-out rejects her command; she was tired of following her order, "No. I want to sit here today. I want to be next to my best friend, and I don’t care what you say.” not even noticing the proud smile of Matthew next to her.

Y/N wasn't one to usually stand up for herself. So to see her do so, especially to someone like Chloe, makes him very happy.

For a moment, Chloe stares back at Y/N in shocked awe before regaining her

composure. Pushing on her left shoulder, Chloe demands, "No move!"

(y/n) didn’t even say that it was Chloe’s fault; she only lowered her head, moving away from him, but then she was surprised because Matthew put his hand on her hips, squeezing her even closer, and then he said, "Now is better."

Matthew was simply kidding when he said to move, yet (y/n) was distracted by the irritating pushing of Chloe to see that.

When the group finally arrived, Matthew was starving, as was (y/n) and probably the other too, but they had to get back in the car because they no longer wanted to dine at McDonald's; most likely, they were just using it as an excuse to sit next to Matthew in the car and torment the unfortunate (y/n) because suddenly they wanted steak! So they decided to go to the place (y/n) initially suggested.

This time, Chloe was sitting next to Matthew in the car, with poor (y/n) two seats away.

Chloe was seated rather close to him. "Sorry, you are too close. Can you please move?” as she inched forward, thinking he meant what he had said earlier. But this time, he was serious; he pushed her away, uttering the words "I said m o v e." with a hint of rage.

Then, even though they weren't seated next to one another, he reached behind the automobile seats to touch her hands.

"You two guys are a real pain in the ass, and anyway, you two weren't just "besties" because you look more like lovers," Hailey said this time.

(y/n) was going to respond, but Matthew responded more quickly!

“Lovers or not, it’s not your business."

When they finally arrived, Matthew made a joke about eating everyone there if someone changed their mind about what or where to eat while wearing a phony, broad smile.

After ten minutes, everyone had their dinners ready in front of the table.

They were in the middle of dinner when she felt a hand caressing her thighs. She recognized it immediately as Matthew's hand.

She started to want more, but obviously not in front of everyone; they had to keep their relationship under wraps and pretend that they were just friends, even though they were more than that. So she excused herself by saying she had to use the restroom.

Five minutes later, Matthew also excused himself, saying he was going to do some important calls, but instead he went to the same bathroom.

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With a Heavy Heart Chapter 5

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈： 𝓈𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃ℊ， 𝓋𝒾ℴ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝒯𝒲： 𝒥*𝒽𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝒸****ℯ𝓇， 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓈ℯ （𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝓃ℯℊ𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉， 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹ℴ𝓃𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉）, 𝒶𝓃ℊ𝓈𝓉，𝓈𝓂ℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔，𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇s, virginity loss， 𝒥ℴ𝒽𝓃’𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓀𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉，𝓂ℴ𝓂𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ𝓈

Sorry, this is a short one, I had a situation that caused this to be a bit abrupt! I'll try to make the next chapter longer!

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Dean’s brain short circuited. Well, there goes his chant. How did she know? Did she feel his boner? Could she tell how weird he was acting? What was he thinking so hard about? This was literally all he wanted. Wait, was he taking too long? He was definitely taking too long, considering he had been thinking about doing this all day. She was staring at him with expectant eyes, and Dean lightly smirked down at her. 

He took a second to place down his cup and the minute he was looking back at her, she grasped his face softly and pulled him into a soft kiss. After a second the two separate. Dean stared into her eyes and felt his whole heart swell. How was someone so sexy? She was slightly breathless, her chest rising and falling. Her lips were shiny, and Dean pulled her into another kiss. It was a quick peck, then another and another. Now Dean’s hands were exploring her body, while he tasted the chocolate drink on her tongue. 

She lifted her body and was straddling him. Dean naturally took the chance to tenderly grab her thighs and pull her down. Now she was sitting on him. Dean honestly thought he was having some sort of drunk dream. She was an amazing kisser too, leaving Dean dizzy with want. They pulled away for air and Dean pressed a trail of tender kisses to her neck. He wanted her as close to him as possible, and for a second Dean swore he felt the seat he was sitting tip backwards. He ignored it though, when she grabbed his hair and pulled him back into making out. How could this get any better? Then it did.

“Upstairs.” Was all she needed to say for Dean to understand.

Dean whimpered softly at the feeling of her yanking on his hair, his thighs twitching. He shot up, supporting her body weight with a firm grip on her thighs. Dean loved feeling those soft thighs like marshmallows and how he was feeling her soft her entire body was. She jumped, wrapping her legs around his hips, and Dean led her up the stairs. He inhaled her scent, which made his brain fuzzy. Her soft moans from his eager squeezes of her body ignited a fire deep in his soul.

 Up into her bedroom, he threw the door open and without missing a beat, placed her down on her bed. He straddled her body and lifted one of her thighs. He felt her wrap her leg around his hip and he dipped back down into another deep, sweltering kiss. Here he was, in the same bed he slept with just last night, the same bed he took a nap in with her just a few hours earlier. Now he was straddling her, and he felt she was consuming his entire soul and very being. Dean wasn’t sure if God or heaven existed, but he was sure this moment with her had to be his reward for some good behavior.

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August 19, 1997

Dear Diary,

Whoever said your first time would be awkward and bad, has never laid with Dean Winchester for the first time. Yours truly did was needed to be done. And let me tell you, the way things went I was ready to just marry him now. It's funny, the idea that he could ever settle down and leave everything behind to come stay here with me. It's a nice fantasy. You know, sometimes I think, if my mom wasn't a raging bitch and his dad wasn't an odd person, if we'd be able to just be happy.

Well. I can be happy without her. maybe one day, Dean will be able to be happy without his father too? Maybe. Who knows. All I know is, right now he's gone to the kitchen to get us some pie, so I'll write a bit more later.

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Have you ever felt like you could grow wings and fly from how happy you were? Dean has. He felt it when he was laying with his...girlfriend? Was she his girlfriend now? Who knows. Dean was content to just enjoy the ride.

Part of him was just happy he got laid. The other part of him (his heart) was happy that he got to get closer with someone he was already close enough with.

Climbing the wooden steps that creaked a bit under his weight, he balanced the pie while also trying to balance the pitcher of water and two glasses he filled.

The house was filled with traces of her mother, just like Dean's bag (which is his only concrete possession) was filled with traces of John. Knots he taught him how to tie, stakes he taught him to carve. The gun that John had gave him clear instructions to use on himself in a moment of anger. The belt that Dean wears sometimes that John used to teach Dean what a chokehold feels like.

It was moments like these. When Dean was comfortable and content, happy, that those memories crept over him. Dragging its ugly claws across him, reopening ugly wounds that Dean forced shut a long time ago. And to escape the pain, Dean tended to up and go from anything that could relax him enough to remember those awful instances.

But the weight of John and his messy life couldn't reach him in here. In here, it was soft and warm. Soft shades of brown, purple, green flooded his eyes, flooded out the doubts about himself in his mind, and behind the large wooden door that he pushed up with his back, was the best part of all.

A girl, with her hair bundled up in a silk bonnet laid on her stomach. The sheets wrapped around her but not over her body, and Dean remembered how warm her embrace was a few minutes ago before he went for the pie. She wasn't going to trap him in a headlock the moment he laid in her arms, she was probably just going to snuggle against him. She was looking absent mindedly at the wall across from her, until the door opened and after a moment she turned to glance at Dean. A smile, then she went back to staring off at the wall, that same smile on her face.

That same smile that made Dean forget everything for a moment, that allowed him a moments peace. Until he heard it.

It was an ugly noise, that bounced through his skull. He wished he had gone deaf for a moment; he wished he had never been able to hear at all. But life was cruel and so was the noise.

It got louder it seemed, and the louder it got the colder Dean's blood ran. He knew. He didn't need to go over to it, he didn't need to use the caller ID, none of that. He just needed to hear it, and he knew. And she knew too.

She was no longer smiling, a frown across her features and a crease in her in between her eyebrows. The phone rang right next to her head, the line she had in her bedroom was the most direct line in the house.

Reaching over, Dean wanted to grab her hand. No one's home. He wanted to say, 'no one's home' but Dean, hesitated. It wasn't fully her fault. She didn't know the awful feeling clawing its way out of Dean right now. She answered the phone and cleared her throat.

"Hello-oh. Good morning, John. Yes, he's here."

And Dean took the phone.

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✧.* 𝒟𝐸𝒥𝒜 𝒱𝒰 ✧.* - Olivia Rodrigo

EP.2.GOOD 4 U

EP.1.PILOT

PAIRINGღ matt x ex!black!fem!reader!influencer

SUMMARYღmatt and y/n, were the perfect couple. until everything started to go downhill for them. the secrets, the lies, the gaslighting. It became too much for y/n. 8 1/2 months later...here we are.

FROM VENUSღ hey y'all. i just want to thank everyone who read the first part of this series and returned for the second. i hope you guys like this chapter, and it also might be really long because there is some sh!t that's about to go on...✿ (shout out to xduinen for helping me. y'all go follow her. my #1 supporter!) sorry there wasn't a lotta dialogue in the last part, i was just trying to give a general gist of the story anyways let me stop yappin. hope y'all enjoy :)

WARNINGSღ cussing...use of the word babe/baby...featuring Olivia's song(do not own the song. or other characters only mine. only plot.)

kinda proofread...i was kinda lazy today it was a lotta writing...sorry if i messed anything up. :)

REALITY...

POV: 3RD PERSON

9:45 AM

Y/N'S PLACE:

y/n was in her bathroom doing her facial routine for vidcon when she heard a faint sound of her phone ringing. she got up and walked in her room searching for her phone. she lifted up the blanket on her bed to find her phone buzzing. she flipped the phone over to find that her manager, miguel was calling. "Hello?" she answered "I have a job for you today. You're performing at vidcon. Like singing." y/n's face lit up at the thought of her performing at vidcon for all her fans. "OMG! Are you serious.?" y/n asked still in shock.

"Deadly." her manager stated. y/n silently jumped up and down in excitement. "What time do I need to be there?" y/n questioned. "12. But you might want to get there a little earlier being as it can get very hectic. You remember last year." her manager explained, laughing a little at the end. y/n chuckled a little at the thought of last years vidcon, the two hung up as y/n went to her closet to grab some gray gallery dept sweats, a white fitted long-sleeve top, and her white/black/gray retro 4's, along with her gray beanie, keys, purse and her phone as she walked out of her room, downstairs, out the door, and to her car.

10:04 AM

STURNIOLO HOUSE:

the triplets and megan were all getting ready to go to vidcon. they all got dressed and headed down stairs to eat breakfast. "So what creators are gonna be there?" chris said breaking the silence. "I know for sure that my favorite tiktoker is gonna be there. She's like the best. I can't wait for you guys to meet her." megan squealed. nick and chris looked at her in confusion, being they never really liked megan. similar to someone, they really missed y/n.

that's why they still keep in contact with her. "Who is it?" matt asked with a confused expression on his face. "You'll find out when we get there." megan stated. "Uh, guys I think we should get going. We don't wanna get caught up in traffic this time. Remember last year?" chris changed the subject, laughing at the last part. "I agree." nick said. the group finished eating, gathered their things and left.

11:40 AM

ANAHIEM CONVETION CENTER:

y/n was in her dressing room just chillin when she heard a knock at her door. "come in!" y/n yelled. her manager walked in with a rack that had a white dress and some bedazzled heels on it. "ok so this is what you're wearing on stage." miguel stated grabbing the dress and showing her. "thanks, i love it." y/n said admiring her dress. "you're welcome" miguel said as he walked out. y/n smiled to herself. she sat back down and got on her phone.

12:05 PM

a few moments later she got a text on her phone from miguel saying "come on out the ppl are waiting!". y/n grabbed her phone as she walked out of her room. she made it to the door of the building and walked into the big room, with all the booths, and tables, and people. every section she walked by people were screaming and cheering for her. she laughed as she walked over to her section, and everyone started screaming. "OMG HI!." one fan said. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! CAN I GET A PIC!" another said.

y/n got flustered and she felt her cheeks go hot. she smiled and waved at the fans, as she went to sit down at her booth. even some people from other booths were running over to hers. that's how much people loved her. she started grabbing books, and papers, and started signing them. she even took some pictures. y/n was happy until...

12:10 PM

the triplets walked into the building and to their booth while megan went to grab a chair and sit on the sidelines, since she was kind of irrelevant in this situation. she watched as all the girls piled up all over the triplets. giving them hugs, and fake little kisses on the cheek. some might say she even got jealous. the boys signed some books, and papers as well. they also took pictures, you know the usual. megan was kind of getting tired of it, so she went to go see if her favorite tiktoker was here. she walked around for some time, until she came up on a long, line. she gazed her view from the back of the line to the front. she met eyes with y/n. she smiled and waved, y/n smiled back as megan ran to the line, to wait for her turn.

the guys took a break from taking pictures and went back to signing autographs as matt looked around for megan. "Guys, where's Megan?" matt asked confused. why would she leave without telling him. "Don't know don't care." nick said with a bit of an attitude in his voice. "Same here." chris said with a sarcastic tone. "What the hell is wrong with you guys?" matt asked. he always wondered why the boys would act like that whenever megan was brought up, or she said something. "What do you mean?" nick said, acting clueless as usual. "You know what the hell I mean. Why do you guys act that way towards her?" matt asked started to get irritated. "BECAUSE WE DON'T LIKE HER!" the boys yelled out of frustration. the fans jumped back a little at the tone of voice that was being used.

the triplets went back and forth for a little while longer until matt saw megan running excitedly. "OMG MATT! LOOK I GOT HER SIGNATURE!" megan yelled. before matt could get a good look at the autograph, smoke started shooting out of canons, and everyone looked towards the stage. lots of people started running towards the stage to figure out what was going on. before everyone knew it CoryxKenshin walked out onto the stage.

"What's up everybody. It's ya boy CoryxKenshin and welcome to Vidcon! We have a special guest joining us today. She has over 4.3M followers on tiktok and she just got to 1M subscribers on YouTube. Please welcome our special guest!" Cory exited the stage as 'Good 4 U' started blast on the stage speakers. y/n entered stage left in her dress in heels. she walked like a model. once she reached the mic she grabbed it, spun around and blew a kiss at the crowd. everyone started cheering and y/n started singing. "Well good for you I guess you moved on really easily."'

matt was frozen he didn't know what the hell to do, as he looked towards the stage to find a familiar face.

MATT POV

i looked towards the stage and i saw a girl who looked to be y/n. she looked so...different. she looked good. she dyed her hair. she shaped up. damn, is that what breakups do to someone. i-i can't believe she's here. and where did she learn to sing like that. i felt megan's grip on my arm and she jumped up and down signing with y/n.

Y/N POV

"Well good for you I guess you're getting everything you want." 'you bought a new car and your careers really taking off' i sung. wow, this was amazing, i cannot believe i am on stage right now. wait is that who i think it is. oh my fucking god. it's matt. omg i cannot believe i signed her picture and she dates...matt.

MATT POV

damn she's really good. wait is this the tiktoker megan was talking about? is this the whole reason megan wanted to come? i can't believe how much y/n's changed. i wonder...has she been thinking about me to?

Y/N POV

why does he keep staring at me. maybe he's enjoying it. alright maybe i should do something big for the end to impress him. or make him jealous. i think i should jump into the crowd. 'like a damn sociopath, i've lost my mind and i've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom' alright get ready.

3RD POV

y/n got ready to finish the song as she l=made eye contact with matt. she jumped off the stage and into the crowd. she made her way onto the floor in the middle right with megan and matt. they made eye contact. she spun around whipping him in the face with her long goddess braids as she ran back up stage and finished the song. "Well good for you I guess you moved on really easily."

MATT POV

well ouch for one. why did she jump off the stage and come to me. why did she make eye contact with me. why did she whip her hair onto me. i can't help but to think this song, this performance, that dress, the new look, was all meant for. me.

FROM VENUSღ hey guys! hope you liked this chapter, it was A LOT to write! how did y'all like my suprise. i mean coryxkenshin, like what ? when did he get here. anyways remember my dm's are always open, so if you have any ideas or suggestion, i'm happy to help. :)

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Dadrius Week 2023 Day 6: Palisman

Hunter grabbed his boots, but didn’t pull them on, instead padding softly down the stairs. His socks muffled his footsteps, so the only sound in the house was the click of the lock.

“Are you really going without eating breakfast?”

Hunter jumped, dropping his boots and nearly slipping backwards on the tile. Darius sat in a recliner, fully clothed, sipping from a mug. The man blended right into his cushions, all purples. “You’re up?!”

Darius’ hand snaked out, turning on the lights. “Yes.” He set his mug on an end table. “I’m surprised you weren’t up earlier. You’re only leaving a whole HOUR early today? My goodness, what a sleep-in.”

Hunter flushed. He’d actually woken early enough to arrive an hour before Dell even showed up. Sometimes he liked to practice carving in the quiet, or just sit with the Bat Queen’s rescue palisman. But Darius liked the idea of ‘getting a proper eight hours of sleep’ and tended to insist Hunter sleep at least that long. He supposed he could always go to bed earlier than midnight. “Were you waiting for me?” he demanded.

“Yes. And a good thing. Breakfast. You have plenty of time.”

Hunter trudged to the kitchen, painfully aware of Darius in the other room, sipping his coffee. This was his third week with Dell, and Darius hadn’t gotten up to see him off any other time—it had to have something to do with the fiasco yesterday. Darius hadn’t tried to talk about it last night—he’d said good night pleasantly enough, and that was it. He’d probably just wanted a second of space, or maybe he’d been taking time to smooth things over with his family. Yes. That made sense. But now…

Hunter scarfed down a couple slices of toast, then headed back to the door. “Okay. I ate. Goodbye.”

“I’m coming with you.”

Four words. Somehow, each one felt like a punch to the gut. Oh, yeah. This was definitely about what had happened yesterday. Did Darius think Hunter was fragile? Did he think he couldn’t walk there on his own anymore?

“Oh,” he fumbled, “Well, I usually walk, because magic can upset the palisman if it shows up too suddenly, so—so we wouldn’t be able to use your abomination warp.”

“I don’t mind a walk.”

Great. “Oh. Okay.”

Hunter tugged his boots on. Darius followed him out the door, and they walked in slow, awkward silence for at least a block. Very few people walked in the streets this early, and most of them trudged along blearily, either coming back from a late night, or up against their will. Even though the street was wide enough for all of them, other citizens still parted respectfully for Darius, giving Hunter appraising looks.

“So,” Darius said finally.

So. The word, unaccompanied by any others, sent a shiver of panic down Hunter’s spine. He won’t kick you out. Still, the dozens of other possible bad things that could happen flitted through his mind. “So.”

“About yesterday…”

Hunter pressed his arms against his stomach. “It was nothing. I mean, I’m sorry.” Eber’s words echoed in his head—that Darius thought he’d been the one to blame, not Hunter. “I mean—it’s fine.”

“How’s your hand?”

Hunter flexed his bandaged hand. He’d put more gel on it this morning, and the scabs hadn’t cracked yet. He just hoped he’d be able to hold his carving tools properly. “Fine.”

“Good. That’s good.” More awkward silence. They were still hopelessly far from the palistrom forest, and the workshop, and Hunter desperately wished he could teleport there and get out of this conversation.

“What happened?”

Hunter edged further away from Darius. The whole thing had been a stupid mistake, and he knew it. After a good night’s sleep, it all seemed so ridiculous. A ridiculous reaction and an unnecessary silence between them. “Nothing. I mean—I dropped the glass. It broke. I panicked. It’s just—” he opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, searching for the right words. “The usual.”

“Ah. The usual.” Darius cleared his throat. “Hunter. My parents… are not the type of people to get angry at you for breaking a glass.”

Right. No. Of course not. “Okay.”

“And if they were,” Darius continued, “I would never have taken you near them.” He stopped walking, and Hunter stopped too, as if he were attached to Darius by a short leash. “Do you understand? I wouldn’t—If someone was dangerous like that, I wouldn’t put you in peril. That sort of situation—”

“I get it. Darius, it’s okay. I get it. I understand.” Hunter started walking again, the tips of his ears burning. Darius meant well enough, he knew, and part of him was glad that the sentiment had been expressed in no uncertain terms, leaving zero room for doubt. But the other part simmered with embarrassment that Darius had to say it so explicitly. He should just know it. He should just trust that Darius wouldn’t willfully put him in dangerous situations, or near people like…

Darius followed, now a few steps behind, rather than at Hunter’s side. “I can’t help but feel like that wasn’t the only issue.”

Hunter walked faster, one step away from jogging. “We’re going to be late.”

“Little Prince, did the panic attack get worse after I came in with abomination?”

Hunter gulped at the question, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the ground. “Dell’s going to wonder—”

Darius stopped. Hunter didn’t have to look to know, he just felt, in the back of his mind, that Darius was standing still in the empty street again. “Hunter, I know this is a hard conversation to have, but we need to have it. Abomination magic is something I use often. It’s a part of me. I know it hasn’t caused you trouble in the past, or at least if it has, you didn’t show it. I need to know what I did differently yesterday so that it doesn’t happen again.”

Hunter shrugged helplessly. How was he supposed to say ‘in that instant, you were Belos, even though I know you’re not’? “It wasn’t—you didn’t—I don’t know, I was already panicking—and it just…”

“Made an already bad situation worse?”

“Yeah.” Hunter crossed his arms, his shoulders hunching. “Can we just… go?”

“Okay.” Darius started walking again. “Thank you, Hunter.”

Hunter blinked, looking up at him. “For what?”

“For talking to me.”

“Oh. You’re welcome?”

They reached the outskirts of town, buildings turning to trees and cobbled road to dirt path. Darius glanced around. “So. Is there a house here, or…?”

“It’s all outdoors.” Hunter moved more confidently here, the trees drawing him onwards. He skipped ahead, turning to face Darius and walking backwards. “We have niches for the unawakened palisman so that they don’t get wet in the rain, of course.”

“Of course,” Darius echoed, “Ah—unawakened palisman? Isn’t that all of them?”

“Nope!” Hunter felt a grin starting to creep onto his face. This wasn’t the first time he’d given the explanation to a newcomer, but he’d never expected that newcomer to be Darius. “There are three different options for a palisman adoption here, each of them with their own benefits.” The words poured out easily, much more easily than discussing the Deamonne House Fiasco.

“First, and most commonly expected, of course, is that you order your own palisman. If you know what animal you want, and what your wish will be, I can carve you what it is you like—the palisman will be exactly what you always knew you wanted. Uh—or at least that’s the theory. Technically, that avenue isn’t open yet because I’m still learning to carve, and I can’t make that kind of promise just yet. The second avenue is that if you’re not sure what animal you want, you can look through a selection I’ve already carved—most of those are easy shapes right now and I practiced on regular wood a few times before carving. Or they’re palisman that Dell started before his injuries, and I finished carving, polishing, and painting. The palisman will be completely yours, but you’re a bit low on choice, there.”

“And the third option?”

Hunter’s hand went to his chest almost without thinking. “Adoption. There are… a lot of palisman who ran away from bad homes, or… bad things happened to their witches. Some of them are… they’re still hurting. But others are ready to try again. If your goals line up with a palisman’s desires, they’ll choose you. Those are the awakened palisman. Sometimes they have more complicated needs than a new palisman, but they also have a lot of experience and knowledge to offer.”

“Ah.”

Hunter hummed. They were close—he could hear the awakened palisman rustling in the trees, watching him from a distance as they usually did until he reached the safety of the workshop. “Maybe I could find you a palisman.”

Darius locked up for just a second at that, but quickly shook his head. “Ah. No thank you. I’m not sure that having a palisman is for me.”

“You didn’t used to think having some kid around was for you, either.” The words popped out of Hunter’s mouth before he could really think them through, and he immediately glanced up at Darius to see his reaction.

The abomination coven head snorted, ruffling his hair. “Well, you’re not just some kid. You’re my kid.” His eyes immediately widened, and he coughed. “That is to say—why don’t you show me some of what you’re working on?”

Hunter’s heart thumped in his chest. He didn’t even try to push Darius’ hand away like he usually would, just mutely nodded and picked up one of his half-finished practice pieces, carved from regular red wood instead of the blue palistrom.

“This is, um.”

His kid.

Focus.

Concentrate.

Do not blow this. Be cool.

“It’s going to be a bee,” Hunter explained, “See, there’s the stinger—I’m still trying to figure out how to carve the wings in, or if I should attach them separately, or maybe just carve them flat against the body instead of poking out. I’m just worried that if I do that, they wouldn’t be able to fly, or else the part of the body they were folded against will be off-color.”

“That sounds… not like the easiest design, then.”

Hunter shrugged. “Dell said I should start with familiar shapes—the cat was probably the easiest. The curves on the snake made it a bit hard to do, and I still haven’t successfully made a chameleon.” He brushed his thumb against the rough, unpolished wood, his heart aching in his chest. There was a shape he knew every curve of. Sometimes if he wasn’t thinking about it while carving, his knife shaped a beak, or a stray wing. He was almost certain that if he tried, he could create the most perfect songbird in the world.

But he wasn’t ready to try.

Hunter set the unfinished statue down, shaking away his melancholy. “Oh, I know a palisman you might like!”

Darius shook his head. “I told you, I’m not in the market for a palisman right now.”

“I know, I know.” Hunter raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He wondered if Darius had missed the fact that Dell wasn’t here yet. Probably not, he reflected gloomily. But he could distract from that. “But you’ve seen what I’m working on—let me find a finished palisman, to show you the goal!”

He stood on the top platform, waving to the palisman that lurked in the trees. “Ava! C’mere, girl, I want you to meet someone!”

In a whoosh of green and blue, an elegant peacock dove down from the tree, landing on his arm with a squawk. She pecked gently at his ear, and preened herself, smoothing her feathers.

“You look lovely,” he told her, rubbing the space just between her eyes. “Sorry, he’s not looking for a palisman right now. He’s just a friend of mine that I wanted to introduce you to. Maybe you’ll change his mind about getting a palisman, huh?” He smoothed her feathers. “He’s the one I told you about, the one I’m living with right now? You want to help me test the waters on how he feels about adoption? Do you, Ava?”

She cooed in response.

“Thanks. I knew I could count on you.”

Hunter descended the staircase more carefully with the palisman. She was bigger than most of the others—her tail gave her probably twice the surface area of his other charges, and she was a little more unwieldy to carry if she fanned it out. Which she did now, looking down the stairs expectantly.

Hunter hopped down the last stairs. “Darius, this is—”

“Ava?!” Darius finished, his voice rising to a squeak.

Ava’s eyes locked on Darius and she screamed in rage, her tail feathers folding, then fanning out again, this time in an angry display of aggression. She clawed her way up to Hunter’s shoulder, digging in and snaking her neck around his to peer around his other shoulder, still shrieking at Darius.

“Ow—Ava, what’s the matter with—Dariiiiuuuuussssss…” the realization hit him like a human transport worm. “She’s your palisman?!”

Ava gave his ear a nip, then shrieked again, glaring at Darius.

“I’m sorry!” Darius pleaded, “Ava, if I’d known—but you’re alive! That’s—”

Hunter reached up to quiet the palisman, starting to pat her head, but she bit his fingers, hissed at Darius, then fled back up the stairs, disappearing into the forest in a blur of beautiful feathers flitting through the trees.

“Ow.” Hunter shook his smarting hand. “I’m so sorry, Ava usually doesn’t act like that! But then… you… already… knew that…” Hunter shook his head. Most of the palisman here had lost an owner. But Darius was still alive, which must mean that Ava had either been thrown away or had run from him. Why? “Darius? What is your palisman doing here?”

In a whoosh of wings, the Bat Queen landed on the forest floor. “Carver.”

“Bat Queen! Um—Ava just ran off, I’m sorry, I’ll go after her.”

Bat Queen shifted, eying Darius. “Ah, Ava.” She clicked her tongue. “In her past life, her witch tried to feed her to a monster. She escaped unharmed, but brokenhearted.”

Darius flinched. “I’ll… help you find her.”

Bat Queen inclined her head. “Yes. Go together.” She glanced around at the trees. “Something bad has come to Bat Queen’s forest. Palisman can feel it in the trees.”

That sounded… troubling. Hunter hadn’t felt anything walking in, but he trusted the palisman more than his own senses—especially since he’d been so desperate to change the topic of conversation on the way here. “We’ll be careful.”

Bat Queen tapped Darius’ chest with one big claw. “Keep the carver safe. Find Ava.”

“We’ll bring her home,” Hunter promised.

Darius seemed all too happy to get out of the Bat Queen’s presence, practically bolting into the forest. Hunter followed more slowly, crossing his arms.

“You never told me you had a palisman.”

“You heard the Bat Queen,” Darius replied tensely, “Ava’s partner tried to feed her to a monster.” He dragged one hand over his face. “I thought she was dead this whole time,” he said softly, “I thought Belos must have destroyed her, just like all the other palisman.”

“Why?” Hunter’s hand went to his chest. He’d given palisman to Belos, he knew he didn’t really have the space to judge. But not his palisman. Never his palisman, not of his own free will. “How could you…?”

Xxx

Darius scanned the trees for any sign of Ava’s brilliant plumage. She hated him. And he couldn’t blame her. He didn’t think he could look Hunter in the eye, so he just kept looking up, rechecking trees he knew she wasn’t in.

“For the coven,” he said tersely, “You know Belos collected new recruits’ palisman. You were lucky to get yours after your initiation.”

“But—you could have hidden her, right? They wouldn’t have known—you could—you could—”

Darius’ legs wobbled, and he sat down on a fallen log with a whump. Seeing Ava, seeing her anger, it was like that day all over again, watching her disappear into a dark room, not even struggling to get back to him, just watching him with hurt, abandoned eyes. “I suppose I wasn’t as brave as you, Little Prince.” He buried his face in his hands. “I chose my ambition over my friend. I let her die.”

The log creaked as Hunter sat down next to him. “Are you okay?”

Darius laughed, a short, barking sound. “Not really. Although I appreciate the concern.” He sighed. “I wish I could say that I’ve regretted it ever since. And I did, for a while after I gave her up. But if I hadn’t, I never would have become coven head, and I never would have found out what was going on with the day of unity.” He looked up at Hunter, desperate to… he didn’t even know what. Be understood? Receive some sort of absolution? “I never would have met you. I hate that I had to do that to her, but I did have to, didn’t I?”

Hunter twisted the ends of his apron strings between his fingers. “I don’t know,” he said softly, “I guess there was always a choice, but I can’t tell you if things would have been better if you’d chosen differently.”

Not exactly forgiveness, but then, he hadn’t done anything to earn that, had he? “I suppose.”

“Do you want her back?”

“What?”

“Do you want her back?” Hunter repeated, “You hurt her, but she was still your palisman first. It’s not too late to repair things between you and she.”

Darius snorted, pushing down the spark of hope in his chest. “Do you really think that? After what I did to her? I threw her under the transport worm, I gave her up to be eaten by a monster. Her words. After everything, do you really think she’d want to be my palisman again? Do I deserve a palisman again?”

Hunter went silent for a moment, and Darius saw his hand drift up to his chest, a movement Darius knew meant he was thinking about his own lost palisman.

“I guess that’s something you should ask her,” he said finally, “Apologize. Ask if she can forgive you. But first, we have to find her.”

Angry squawking tore through the trees. Hunter winced.

“And I think I know which direction to start with.”

Panic swept over Darius in a dizzying wave—the Bat Queen had said something dangerous might be in these woods. What if it had gotten to Ava first? He surged to his feet, tearing towards the sound. He summoned abomination after abomination, sliding into a clearing on a wave of his own, already transformed.

Ava lay on the ground, bound by pinkish magical ropes. Odalia Blight stood above her, the circle over her finger matching the ropes in color. “Darius?!”

“Odalia,” he snarled, “Let her go!”

Odalia waved a hand, and a spirit floated out of her necklace, picking Ava up and dragging her back towards its master. “Oh, no, dear. I’m going to get a leg up on the demand for palisman. It’s going to be a successfully booming business now that the Empire is gone, and I’ll need a few starters if I’m going to purchase the wood necessary to create custom creatures.”

“They’re not a—a product!” Hunter cried, skidding into the clearing next to Darius, “They’re living creatures, and you can’t—can’t deny people the chance to have one because they can’t pay you!”

Odalia tilted her head. “Oh, hello, dear. You’re a palisman carver now, aren’t you?” She tittered, putting one hand to her chest. “Perhaps I should take you along with me as well and avoid the trouble of trying to train someone new!”

Darius put one arm out in front of Hunter. “Try it,” he growled.

“Oh, relax, I was joking.” Odalia patted Ava on the head. “They’re just animals. This one doesn’t even have an owner! So really, who’s getting hurt, here?”

“You are,” Hunter answered simply, and disappeared in a flash of gold. He reappeared behind Odalia, snatching Ava away.

Darius sent his abominations forward, intercepting Odalia’s ghosts before they could attack Hunter. “This is a new low, Odalia. Even for you.”

Hunter flash-stepped next to Darius, tugging at the ropes. “I can’t—”

Darius shrank his usual scythe to a small knife, wiggling it under her bonds. Ava squawked, struggling, and Darius dismissed the knife before he cut the palisman on accident. “Shshsh, I’m trying to help you!”

Hunter disappeared, this time attacking one of Odalia’s ghosts while it tried to rip through Darius’ abomination. He yanked it backwards, kicking it away. “Should we just go?”

“One second.” Darius turned back to Ava. “You have no reason to trust me. I know. But please—let me help you. I promise I won’t hurt you—not again.”

Hunter teleported in front of Odalia, snatching her necklace away. “Haha! Try controlling your ghosts now!”

Ava looked at Hunter, then at Darius, and bowed her head, closing her eyes and going still.

“Thank you,” he murmured. He gingerly slid the knife back under the ropes. “One, two, three.” Darius pulled the abomination knife towards himself, cutting through the magic cleanly.

In Hunter’s hand, the pendant shook and released a spirit the size of a griffin, the smaller spirits flying into it and molding into one whole that roared in Hunter’s face, pushing his hair backwards. Hunter dropped the stone, teleporting backwards to avoid a swipe. “Darius, hurry!”

“One, two, three.” Darius cut the set binding Ava’s legs—only her beak left now. Hunter teleported circles around the spirit, confusing and enraging it. The spirit destroyed Darius’ abominations with a single swipe, keeping itself between Odalia and Darius, but still wheeling around to face the threat that was Hunter, its claws always a beat too slow to hit him.

“Last one, Ava.” Darius slipped the knife under the muzzle. “One, two—”

“Darius! Look out!”

Hunter slammed into Darius with all the force of a charging ratworm, jarring his arm and jostling the knife, which cut both the ropes and left a thin cut in Ava’s face. The world around them burned gold, and Odalia’s spirit roared, half caught in the warp, its claws barely missing Darius. The stone on the ground cracked, and it disappeared. Hunter clung to Darius’ side, breathing heavily.

Odalia stumbled back with a short shriek, glaring at Darius before disappearing into the trees without another word.

Darius hissed out through his teeth. “Well, that was a close…”

Hunter slumped against him with a groan.

“…call…”

Darius caught Hunter before he could fall, lowering him gently to the ground. The spirit had missed him, but its claws had found a mark in Hunter’s side, ripping so deeply that Darius saw bone. The edges of his shirt around the gash were already dark with blood, and Darius didn’t know if it was because of pain, shock, or blood loss, but his eyes were closed.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Darius tore open Hunter’s belt pouch. “Please—you always have—you have to have—” he tossed aside a crumpled piece of paper, dumping the contents of the pouch onto the ground to find the bandages Hunter always seemed to have on him. He found them, two rolls of cloth bandages that his shaking hands missed the binding on twice before finally unrolling them. He pushed the bandages into the gashes, packing them tightly into the wounds.

Hunter twitched, weakly whining and batting at Darius’ arms, but Darius pushed his hands away, stuffing more cloth inside of the lacerations. He tore off his own cloak, wrapping it tightly around Hunter’s torso to keep the packing in place.

“You’re going to be fine,” he promised shakily, shoving Hunter’s belongings back into the pouch. “Do you hear me?”

Back to the workshop? No, the Bat Queen wouldn’t be able to help him. But Bonesborough was too far, even with his warp. They’d come deep in the forest, and he didn’t know the local clinic well enough to safely bring two people there, especially if Hunter reacted badly to abomination magic right now.

His eyes slid to Ava, who eyed him, green blood dripping from the gash made by his knife. “Please,” he begged, “I know I hurt you when I promised I wouldn’t. I know I betrayed you in the past. You don’t have to forgive me. But help me save him.” He half-offered Hunter’s broken body to her. “I can’t do it without you.”

Ava strode towards him, and instead of a squawk, he heard her voice, a voice he hadn’t heard in decades. “For my friend.” She shifted into her staff form.

“Thank you,” Darius whispered. He swept Hunter up, snatching the staff out of the air, “Let’s fly.”