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acey-wacey · 3 years ago

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Hellooo~ glad to see requests are open! So, could i request headcanons reactions of the boys trey, leona, jack, jamil and idia (seperately) seeing their gn! S/o in their clothes? (Pretty much like the ones you did for ace, deuce, and silver but with different characters this time) thank you very much! ❤

Thank you for requesting!

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Wearing Their Clothes

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♣️ Trey Clover ♣️

Trey is very flattered when he sees you wearing his jacket around campus.

He immediately recognized it as the jacket he loaned to you 3 months ago that you happened to "lose".

He confronts you later and tells you that if you want to wear his clothing, you could just ask.

It doesn't stop you from stealing it though.

It's 10 times more fun to take his shirts when you aren't supposed to have them.

At this point, your closet has more of his clothes than his does.

He's very chill about you wearing his clothes except when you wear them as pajamas.

There is something almost personal to him to see you in one of his t-shirts and a pair of fuzzy pajama pants.

It feels so incredibly domestic.

It's then that he realizes he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

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🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🦁

Leona will never leave you alone about it.

If you steal his clothing, he'll tease you relentlessly about how you just like how it smells like him.

He doesn't know what to say when you agree with him.

In reality, he loves seeing you wearing his oversized hoodie.

He won't deny it when he admires you, staring at you continuously.

You get flustered at the attention and he just smiles.

He loves flustering you, but he's the one blushing when he sees you asleep in his hoodie.

He just wants to watch you forever, his clothing a reminder of how he managed to be loved by you.

As relentless as he is about his teasing, he loves how his clothing plasters a "do not touch" sign on your forehead.

It's like a warning to the rest of the school that you're his and anyone who touches you will have to get through him.

It provides a nice sense of security for whenever he can't be right by your side.

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🐺 Jack Howl 🐺

Tall boy hehe

Jack has the comfiest clothes, I don't make the rules.

Like the sweatshirts he has are all still really soft and so warm.

You have to steal them at every given opportunity.

He's glad to give you any clothes you want to borrow if you just asked.

He does have to take something of yours as "insurance" though, to make sure you bring it back.

He actually just wants something of yours to remind him of you when you're not there.

He loves when his clothes are oversized on you though he never actually says anything.

He doesn't have to though; you can see his tail wagging when you wear his giant sweatshirt with some of your boxers.

(Note- I don't care if you're genetically female, you're wearing boxers because they're comfy)

It might be partially because you're so exposed but Jack feels that there's a certain vulnerability in wearing his clothes like that.

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🐍 Jamil Viper 🐍

You and Jamil trade his clothes back and forth so they always smell like the other person.

He first noticed that a couple sweatshirts of his had gone missing but the anxiety was soothed when he figured out you had it.

It did fluster him a little bit when you gave it back, pouting because it didn't smell like him anymore.

After he wore it for a while he realized that he really liked having your smell surrounding him, even when you're not there.

He's so busy that he can't stay with you all the time but he makes a conscious effort to trade his clothes with you whenever necessary.

He is also the most willing to lend you a jacket of you get cold.

It's how you steal most of the jackets you have of his.

You have a secret collection in the back of your closet of boyfriend jackets you hope he doesn't notice are gone.

He notices but he doesn't say anything because he thinks it's cute.

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🎮 Idia Shroud 🎮

Idia is so so so flustered.

He never imagined that anyone would want to wear his clothes like that.

You'd have to periodically remind him that you are, in fact, a couple and you can do couple things.

He doesn't see what's so special about his jacket, it's just a jacket.

But you treat it like it's fine couture, wearing it everywhere and showing it off.

He knows that it isn't much of a deterrent for other people to have a physical reminder that you are dating him since he is not the most threatening.

But he likes knowing that you aren't afraid to claim him as your own.

You like to wear the big puffy coat he has as a school uniform.

It's so warm and when worn incorrectly enough, can envelop your entire body.

After too many days of panicking because he can't find his uniform, he just lets you have that jacket and buys a new one.

He can't bring himself to ask for it back, it means too much to you.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disneytw #trey clover #trey clover x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #scarabia #ignihyde

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smutty-ki113r · 4 years ago

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🎥It’s been so long 🎥||

Comfort one-shot reader x creepy pastas (Slenderman, Jeff, Toby, E.J, BEN, Sally, Masky, Hoodie, Jane and L.J.) ((Beauty and the beast spoilers))

Inspired by: The living tombstone

The following morning you got ready to go to Hollywood studios. It was pretty chilly so you wore a jacket, bunched up in the car with everyone else. On the way there BEN wouldn’t stop talking about the new Star Wars exhibits.

Parking in one of the spots you all rode the tram to bring you to the entrance. All of the creeps stood in awe at the decorations at the entrance. Slender had to shoo them to disperse before they could hold up the other people coming in. Jeff looked irritated, probably cause he left his knife at the hotel as instructed.

A lot of people were dressed as people from the 50’s and such for Halloween weekend. Some of them gave strange looks at your groups’ costumes, but there was definitely compliments too. At least L.J was happy because there were less annoying children.

First up was the tower of terror, which you guys had a hard time finding since it was to the farther side of the park. BEN kept whining that he wanted to go to the Star Wars rides, but Jeff and you were pretty headstrong on wanting to go on this one.

The line was long too, about an hour in the hot Florida sun. Thankfully it was windy, and you sat on the ledges for the wait. Hoodie and Sally opted out since she was too short and he had a slight fear of heights. Slender could actually fit this time so he was pretty excited.

Jeff was pretty restless the whole time, fiddling with his hands in his hoodie pocket. BEN sat next to you on the ledge with his head on your shoulder, he seemed tired. Probably because he brought his Nintendo and played it all night even though you advised him not to.

Eventually you all made it inside where you looked at the “spooky” decorations. If slender had a face he would have one of disgust at the cobwebs. There was no comparison to his mansion, not creepy at all -in his opinion.

“Spooky does not mean unclean” he kept muttering to you guys telepathically.

Jeff rolled his eyes and Masky nodded his head, his arms crossed as you guys moved along. Then you were moved in to a separate room to watch some recording giving a backstory to the hotel. You were really focused on the video, there was even ominous music in the background.

There was this annoying whirr in your ear, you had to swat off the wind blowing on it. If the place really was haunted you were the victim. You felt a pair of hands grab your waist and you jolted, looking behind to find a cackling BEN.

“YOU SHIT” You slapped his arm- obviously- he deserved it.

He kept trying to fend you off until Masky gave both of you a really dangerous look. At least you didn’t need to be scared of ghosts anymore, Masky was the scariest thing there. Plus, BEN wasn’t exactly a terrifying ghost with those cute ears of his.

Finally it was time to get on the ride, slender looked really excited in his own way. He had his hands over his lap, the seatbelt buckled securely. You sat on the end with Jeff next to you and BEN next to him and then Toby after.

LJ was on the row behind you with Masky and EJ, you gave them a look as the cart moved. Then the doors opened and there was a stiff in the movement. Abruptly it shot upward, staying still for a second. You got to look at the beautiful view of the whole park before it dropped.

You felt your stomach drop as you clenched your hands on the handles, screaming along with LJ in the back. Glancing at him you saw the feathers on his shoulders fly up at the fall, Slender had his arms up, it was adorable. Toby was CRYING, holding onto the handles for dear life just like you.

After a few times of rising and going down Jeff started yelling at BEN, “STOP TAMPERING WITH THE CONTROLS”

“I’M NOT” he screached, holding onto his hat and trying to shake off a clingy Jeff. The outdoor daylight flashing onto his face, making his wide smiling face illuminate.

“STOP IT BEN” he kept repeating until there was one last drop. He gave a sigh of relief.

The people on the opposite rows looked mortified, scooting past you as you checked the pictures. They were absolutely hilarious, Jeff was gripping on for dear life to BEN, with Slender blocking the family in the back row and there was an open mouth shot of you.

It was a bit dizzying, so you held onto BEN until you regained your balance. He was a bit shocked too, a look of terror displayed at how Jeff yelled at him 50 feet in the air. Toby was pretty petrified too, his ticking increased and you had to rub him on the back to calm him down.

“I liked it” E.J said, shrugging at the picture and moving to the exit. Masky agreed with him, going to find his buddy Brian outside.

Toby needed something to take his mind off of the ride, so you took him and Sally to the Beauty and the Beast show. E.J tagged along too, which was pretty bizarre but hey maybe he liked theatre. The others went to the guitar ride while you waited for the next show to start.

The four of you sat in a back row to have the whole view of the stage. Needless to say that Toby and Sally really enjoyed themselves listening to the actors sing. When the conflict started Sally got anxious and you had to hold her in your lap.

Jack was quieter than usual watching the show, occasionally shushing Toby’s whimpers so he could concentrate. Gaston got on stage and started singing about killing the beast. You looked over at EJ who had his fists balled up in rage, he was really getting into it.

Giving a snarl when Gaston killed the beast but a huff of approval when he turned out to be okay. He didn’t say it but he kinned the beast, and he secretly wanted the happy ending. When the show ended you could have sworn there was tar rolling down his mask, you have him a little pat of affection.

He smiled at you under his blue mask and stood up, excusing himself for a moment. You shrugged as he went behind the stage, probably to get a snack. Leaving the gaston actor with one less kidney than when he started the show.

Then you pushed him out of there with the other two creeps, going across the road to find the rest of the group at the guitar ride. Slender was outside waiting with Hoodie and Jane, Sally ran up to give him a hug.

“They’re in the line for another round” he sighed, “go join them” he called to you and E.J.

You swerved through the other people, excusing yourself because you had to find your group. They told you all about how exciting it was, in the dark and super fast. Jeff was ranting, impatient once again. When you got inside BEN played with the marbles on the door, Masky was shooting him a disapproving look.

Jeff and BEN went in the cart in front of you, you went with L.J who wouldnt stop grinning. It would have been creepy if you weren’t used to it, but the lady making sure you were buckled seemed pretty terrified. Masky and E.J were behind you.

The car took off with a blast, music bursting in your ears as it climbed the tracks. You were overwhelmed with glowing decorations and unplanned curves, taking loopdy loops and hearing BEN and Jeff scream in delight.

You had to give heavy pants when it finished, catching your breath from all your screaming. You laughed along with L.J, whose hair was messed up. Reaching over to make it neater as the cart reached the exit point. The pictures made you cackle, especially since Masky and E.J on the same row had the same void expression.

After that you all headed to the toy story world. Admiring the green army soldiers and amazing childish scenery on the buildings. There were giant abc building blocks and gears making it seem like you had really shrunk.

Upon seeing the Toy Story mania BEN was teething. For some reason Jane too.

Finding out soon enough when she made you ride with her. Basically it was you and Jane in one cart with Jeff and BEN in the next.

She ignored the objective of the game and instead focused on shooting Jeff with the lasers. You kept telling her she had to shoot them at the targets but she shoved you off.

“I need to shoot this fucker” Jane kept muttering.

“You’ll never get me Jane!” Jeff yelled back.

Jeff aimed his cart towards you guys and started fighting back with the light filled lasers. You and BEN looked at each other like 😐, it was useless to break them up.

So you tried to win as much points as you cold but eventually BEN got more, he probably cheated. He did a little victory dance as you exited, you would definitely hold that against him later.

Slender wanted to go on the movie ride, which Jeff protested against but he wasn’t given much of a choice. Slender really liked the infographics and the interactives. Appreciating the realistic scenarios from the Indiana Jones movie and the Wild West.

Jeff did have a laughing fit when he saw the Alien from the Alien movie, saying it looked just as bald as slender. You were sure to give him a smack at that too. Overall though, you all enjoyed it, even Masky did too.

Next was the muppet show, so you all headed that way. While you all waited for the next viewing to start Toby was playing with the 3-D glasses. He kept walking with his arms out and pretending to be dizzy. Then he started “accidentally” bumping into Masky, poor Masky.

Thankfully for him, the doors opened and he sat as far as possible from Toby. You were sandwiched in between him and BEN. You guys lightly chattered until the lights dimmed and you had to put on your glasses.

L.J was having a laughing attack during the show, joined by Sally who actually really liked it. Then there was a part where the little muppet started spitting water, landing onto the audience. Now here was the part where a certain someone started screeching like a little girl, and it wasn’t Sally.

Benny was shivering in fear trying to cower on the floor, your ears rung as you tried to calm him down. You had to assure him like 20 times for him to come back, drying his seat so he could go back. Jeff was laughing but you quickly shut him up.

“It’s gonna be ok BEN, the show’s almost over” you said, giving him your jacket to warm up.

To compensate for BEN’s panic attack you convinced Slender to go to the Star Wars world next. At least BEN was pretty excited for that one, so you managed to diverge his attention to that instead.

His eyes widened and he started jumping up and down when you guys got there. Since there were so many rides you guys started just by walking around. It was pretty incredible, like straight out of the movies.

The architecture was amazing, with rusted technological buildings and the makeshift rocky terrain. The roofs of each buildings were domes, most of them were circular and extraterrestrial.

The stone was so realistic, some the walls were painted with a light aquamarine and some buildings with a yellow. The roofs were made up of a chipped bronze.

Even the ship which stood at the center was unbelievable, Slender made you and BEN take a picture together. You could see the grin of a lifetime on his face follow as you waited in line for the live action ride.

It was so fun! Even slender loved it, he knew he intimidated the storm troopers and if he could grin it would be a smug one. The design of the ride was amazing, the inside was like the real ships.

After you bought BEN a green milk and got a Blue one for yourself. It was sweet on your tongue, cold like a slushee too. You let BEN try yours after he gulped his own down and then he nagged you until you let him have the rest of it.

The next ride was the interactive one, this time you went with Masky and Hoodie. He had been quiet most of the time but this really fired him up. It was a three person ride, the mission was to get to a certain planet in the galaxy while escaping an evil ship.

Masky took all the control on this one, he was the pilot. He put Hoodie as the repair guy and you were the ammo man. He was solely concentrated on maneuvering that ship, swerving left and right like a pro. When the other ship started attacking he began commanding you too.

“SHOOT” he yelled back at you. He sure was bossy sometimes. “ARE YOU SHOOTING?”

“I AM” you said, pushing the button a million miles a minute to see the red laser shoot out on the screen.

Your wrist hurt from how hard you pushed it time and time again. “SHOOT THE GODDAMN SHIP” he said before you landed a good shot and got it out of the way, giving a sigh of relief that he would stop telling you what to do.

Hoodie was on repair duty so he just made sure you guys stayed a flight, silent and concentrated on his task.

Coming out of the Star Wars world you guys moved on to the Indiana Jones show, leaving Toby and Sally at the Frozen sing along with L.J as a chaperone. He was in literal hell, with so many little kids. He did like any reasonable adult and left, leaving the irresponsible person and Sally alone.

The Indiana Jones was one of the evening showings, probably the last one of the day before the main event. The whole thing was really thrilling, full of action and suspense. It was very exciting, and Jeff got a little too hyper.

He saw the weapons and started bouncing his legs on the floor. You eyed him suspiciously for a bit, he got so pumped he started raging. Luckily you covered his mouth before he could start yelling.

The smiling killer gave you a deadly look as he took his illegal knife out if his pocket. The very knife he promised he left at the hotel. You wondered how he snuck it in, probably his pants this time.

“You fucker” you deadpanned, moving out of his knife range. This was all while Indiana Jones was rolling over makeshift buildings with that dramatic music in the background. Thank goodness for the music, or else people would start calling security.

“BEN, E.J, HELP ME” you whisper yelled at them. They took Jeff by the arms and made him calm down, through your hand he gave muffled remarks.

His lidless eyes only widened as swords came into view, he simped over those blades like no other. Pulling and fighting for you to let him go, he wanted to cause rampage with his knife.

“I COULD BEAT THE SHIT” he paused to lick your palm which you made a squirmy face at but refused to let him go “OUT OF THOSE GUYS” you took his knife at this point.

You had to keep him restrained until the show ended, meeting up with the other half of your group then as you were walking to the restroom your group was encountered by a double line of storm troopers.

They stopped to make a round, approaching Masky and E.J, since they had masks. First was E.J, where they interrogated him with questions about if he with the first order cause or not.

“Are you part of the resistance” the trooper asked in a filtered voice.

“No” he said calmly.

“How can we know for sure?” the man in the white suit asked.

“I’m not one of the good guys, trust me” he said with a light chuckle. You laughed a little too and they moved to near Masky.

“Trooper get back in line” they said. You almost levitated, it was so funny you had to take a picture. Side by side his mask kind of resembled the storm troopers’.

“I’m not one of you” he said, boiling with anger as a few other troopers marched their way over to him.

“So you’re a Jedi in disguise then?” Another asked, face inches away from Masky.

“No” he said, the boy was about to burst with rage, too serious to take this as a game and gripping his fanny pack in anger to refrain from punching the guy.

The commander in a black mask passed by and spoke “Cleared”, the troopers dispersed, leaving a less distressed Masky behind.

Jeff was laughing at least, and L.J too, who appeared behind you mysteriously. Slender towered over him and asked where Sally was, the monochromed clown just gave a toothy smile and told him he dropped them off at the little mermaid show.

When that was over you guys got good seats at the fantastmic show, with the exception of BEN who feared water and was still having flashbacks from earlier. He gave rounds on the guitar ride with Jeff who opted to skip out with him, its not like he could sit still any longer too.

You hoped they didn’t kill anyone (they probably did), while the show went on. It was a beautiful display of lights in the water. There was a story told on the mountain and then the dancers came out. You smiled at the sight, it was another heartwarming day spent with the creeps. Holding Sally in your lap as she squealed at the pretty lights you were happy and at peace.

#slenderman #creepypasta #ben drowned #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer #slenderverse #ben drowned x reader #masky x reader #creepypasta masky #brian thomas #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #ticci toby #jane the killer #sally williams #creepy

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kohanayaki · 4 years ago

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Caught in the Middle (Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove) Ch 8

Holy shit, it’s been so long since I’ve looked over this story! I found a half completed draft of this chapter in my old files and had a sudden influx of inspiration to finish it. At the very least I wanted to release this chapter, even if I don’t end up continuing or finishing this story. Thank you to everyone who’s read this trainwreck so far <3

LINKS: CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

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Ch 8 .:Three Runaways and a Russian:.

“Hopper?”

The surly man turned to you with a look of equal surprise.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here?” Hopper asked, eyes narrowing, “Hold on, aren't you supposed to be in school?”

“Aren't you supposed to be at the police station?” you countered.

He sighed in exasperation and shook his head.

“Listen, kid, I don't have time for this,” he said.

“Well what are you doing?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said crossly.

“Uh, that doesn't look like nothing,” you said, pointing over to the Slurpee machine where a man with dark curly hair and glasses was inspecting it in wonder. He was handcuffed but still held a large empty cup in his left hand, eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the frozen drink move in circles on the inside of the machine.

“He's an extremely dangerous criminal,” Hopper said, “I'm. . . transporting him.”

“Okay, then why is Joyce here?” you asked. She was standing next to the unfamiliar man trying to show him how the dispenser worked. At that moment she turned to Hopper only to make eye contact with you.

“(Y/n)?” she said, eyes wide.

“Hi Mrs. Byers,” you waved awkwardly. What the hell was going on here?

“You got her mixed up with this too?” Joyce chided Hopper, her expression hardening as she walked over.

“I didn't get her mixed up in jack shit,” Hopper said incredulously, “She just doesn't know how to mind her own business.”

“Yeah, I'm right here, guys,” you said in annoyance, “And sorry if I 'intruded' but you're in a 7-11, not your office, so if I see a guy in literal handcuffs I'm going to poke around because that's suspicious and you know it.”

Upon seeing you point at him the man in glasses smiled at you, waving as much as he could while his hands were restrained. He then went back to fiddling with the Slurpee machine and you walked over to him, taking the cup from his hand.

“You have to press down on it,” you said, holding the lever down and filling his cup with the cherry flavor. You stuck in a straw and held it out to him which he accepted with a wide grin, nodding his head.

“What's your name anyways?” you asked him.

He just tilted his head, spluttering slightly as he turned to Joyce.

“His name is Alexei,” Joyce clarified.

“Hold on, does this guy not speak English?” you asked in disbelief.

“Uh, n-no,” the man said, able to read some context from the tone of your voice, “No English.” His words were followed by him speaking in a foreign language and making gestures with his hands.

“I'm sorry, where the hell did you find this random Russian guy?” you turned to Hopper for an explanation.

“Top secret police business,” he said, frowning, “Butt out.”

“So I'm not allowed to know about this 'top secret police business' but Joyce is?” you crossed your arms.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Hopper raised his voice.

“I'm just implying that some favoritism is being applied when it comes to breaking your precious rules,” you scoffed.

“Trust me, kid, you have no idea what the big picture looks like right now, okay? A lot of shit went down when you were gone that you couldn't even begin to imagine. This is dangerous.”

“I'm not a kid anymore so don't call me that,” you glared, “And if this is so dangerous then don't I deserve to know?”

“No,” Hopper said coldly, “Now listen to me and drive your ass back to Hawkins High before I have you turned in for truancy.”

His words made the situation painfully ironic when you all turned towards the front of the gas station as the roar of an all too familiar engine rang out. Billy's blue Camaro skid to a harsh stop as he climbed out of the driver's seat, running over to the door as he saw you through the glass. Once you got over the initial shock your mood soured as Billy made his way inside.

“(Y/n) I have to talk to you-”

“Save it,” you glared at Billy, cutting his sentence short, “Hold on, did you follow me?!”

“Please just hear me out,” he said, a rare crack of desperation in his voice, “Listen I'm-”

“What? You're sorry?” you scoffed, “You're not sorry. You clearly didn't give a shit about me from the beginning, so if you think everything's going to go back to the way it was after some half assed apology then think again.”

“What the hell is this?” Hopper asked Joyce off to the side.

“Lover's quarrel,” Joyce whispered back, “Just let them talk it out.”

“Well if you won't let me apologize then what the fuck do you expect me to do?” Billy said in frustration.

“Nothing!” you shouted back, “Don't talk to me, don't talk about me, just move on to your next little conquest and you'll forget all about this in a week.”

You felt a sharp pang in your chest as the words left your mouth. You didn't want to believe them but you felt like it was true. There was no changing Billy Hargrove, and even if there was, why would you of all people be the one to be able to do it? You weren't anything special, but Billy felt the exact opposite.

He didn't get the chance to say anything back, though, because at that moment the sound of a second car engine was heard as you saw Steve's car pull up to the gas station.

“Oh, you've got to be shitting me,” you groaned.

Steve was panting as he ran inside to the gas station, barely catching his breath before speaking.

“(Y/n), I wanted to-”

“I'm sorry, I thought I made it clear that you two are the last people I want to talk to right now,” you said coldly.

“Wait, hold on, what's going on here? Why aren't any of you at school?” Joyce asked, coming to the realization it was 12:34 on a weekday.

“I broke some stupid guy's nose, it's a long story,” you mumbled, “What I didn't expect was these two idiots following me.” You glared at them, trying to put as much distance between you two as you could.

“I was worried about you,” Steve said, causing Billy to roll his eyes.

“Oh please,” Billy scoffed under his breath.

Steve's expression hardened as he turned to Billy.

“Hey, you don't get to say shit,” he said, “You're the one who led her on and made her cry in the first place.”

“Led her on?” Billy's voice rose as he go in Steve's face, “Listen, pretty boy, if I remember correctly I beat the shit out of you a little less than a year ago. You asking for a rematch?”

“Yeah, maybe I am,” Steve glared, “Because I'm sick and tired of you treating my friend like shit.”

“Oh, 'your friend', huh?” Billy chuckled, “Bet you wish you were more than that, don't you, Harrington?”

“Both of you cut it out!”

Something in you snapped as you forcefully separated the pair, keeping them on opposite sides of the isle. Silence blanketed the rest of the convenience store as you spoke.

“I never asked for either of you to follow me here,” you said, feeling a wave of emotional exhaustion take you over, “As a matter of fact, I asked to be left alone, so you two need to get that through your thick fucking skulls because this is seriously the last thing I need right now.”

Alexei just stood innocently by, wondering what all the yelling was about and if he could do anything to help.

Through all the commotion none of you noticed the way Hopper was staring out the convenience store window, his stomach dropping as he saw a tiny figure on the road drawing nearer. Upon closer inspection he could see the silhouette of a man on a motorcycle.

“Get down,” Hopper said suddenly, not taking his eyes off the man.

His words made you freeze, all your senses on high alert as you could feel something was wrong.

“Wait, what?” Steve said in confusion.

“I said GET DOWN!” Hopper shouted, pulling you and Joyce to the floor just as a gunshot rang out and the windowpane shattered into pieces. Shards of glass fell onto your shoulders as you ducked behind one of the isles and panic quickly settled in.

You could feel Hopper dragging you further away from the door, your body frozen in fear.

“Listen to me, you need to get the hell out of here, all of you,” Hopper said.

“Hopper, what the fuck is going on?” you asked, your hands shaking.

“I don't have time to explain,” he said quickly, “Joyce, get them to Murray's house as fast as you can.”

“What about you?” you said, “If you think we're leaving you here like some shitty action movie you've got another thing coming.”

“I'll buy you some time,” he said, “And besides, he's after me, not you, but that doesn't mean he won't shoot you if you get in his way. Do you understand? Get out of here!”

Before you could say anything back Hopper was thrown back against the wall by a muscular man in a leather jacket. Joyce immediately grabbed you by the arm and started pulling you away along with Steve and Billy. You could hear them yelling but it felt like you were hearing things underwater. Your heartbeat pounded rapidly in your ears as you turned around, every nerve in your body shouting at you to run.

Your heart nearly stopped as another gunshot rang out in the store and the tile cracked beneath your feet as the bullet landed a mere few feet from where you'd been standing seconds earlier.

“Don't you dare, you son of a bitch!” Hopper growled as he tackled the man to the floor, getting a few solid hits in. The man grunted as his back harshly met the ground, his head slamming into one of the shelves. As Joyce turned you around again to get out you could only pray that Hopper would be okay.

“There's no way we can fit everyone into one car,” you said as you neared the exit to the parking lot, “Where's Hopper's police van?”

Joyce looked off to the side.

“Oh, um, it's. . . on fire in the middle of the woods.”

“It's what?!”

“I promise I'll explain everything to you once we're safe,” Joyce said, “Right now we need to figure out how to get everyone out of here.”

You turned over your shoulder and winced as the man landed a solid hit to Hopper's gut, knocking the wind out of him and making him stumble back into a rack of chips. Hopper grunted in pain but immediately fired back with a punch of his own, his right swing hitting the man square in the jaw. Hopper took the chance to follow up a knee to the man's gut, knocking him down with one last hit, although he knew he wouldn't stay down for long.

As Hopper struck him down you caught a flash of silver fly out of the man's jacket pocket and skid across the floor. You stared at the keys for a moment before your gaze flew up to the Harley parked outside the gas station.

'This is a stupid idea,' you told yourself, but in the moment it was the best you could do.

“Take my car,” you said to Joyce, tossing her your keys, “I'm jacking his ride.”

Joyce, Steve, and Billy looked at you like you'd just sprouted wings.

“Oh no you're not, it's way too dangerous,” Joyce said, incredulously, “He'll be close enough to shoot you if you make a run for it now.”

“I'll go around the outside,” you said, “If Hopper keeps him distracted I can make it.”

“Have you ever even ridden a motorcycle before?” Billy tried to reason with you.

“As a matter of fact I have,” you said, your eyes narrowing. You didn't mention the fact that it was just one time with your dad years ago but hey, you were a fast learner.

“Just trust me on this,” you said, “Think about it, even if we do manage to get out of here he'll catch up to us in no time on a motorcycle. If we take his transportation away he won't be able to find us again, or at least it'll make it harder.”

Joyce swallowed hard, shaking her head.

“I can't believe I'm about to let you do this,” she said.

“I'll see you in ten seconds,” you promised, “Get everyone in the car and we'll pick up Hopper on the way out.”

“Be careful,” Steve said, and despite you still being mad at him the life or death situation compelled you to say:

“You too.”

And with that, Joyce started to lead everyone outside to the parking lot towards your car.

You forced down any doubt you had in your mind and took a deep breath before running towards where Hopper and the man were fighting. You slid to a stop as you snatched the keys off the ground and made a break for the front of the store.

The man seemed to notice what you did as he snarled and reached for his gun, but Hopper was too quick. In one swift movement he knocked the gun out of the man's hand grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, throwing him as far away from you as he could.

You thanked Hopper silently as you put the keys in the ignition, the engine roaring to life. Your heart pounded in your ears as you leveled yourself on the motorcycle. You spotted Hopper out of the corner of your eye as he sprinted towards the store front, Alexei practically flying behind him in his grip. The Russian let out a small yelp as Hopper threw him unceremoniously into the backseat of the car, his body sprawled across Billy and Steve.

“Floor it, Joyce,” Hopper huffed, scrambling into the passenger's seat.

She didn't need to be told twice. The smell of burning rubber drifted past you as the tires squealed, all the passengers forced backwards at the force of the sudden jolt of speed.

You leaned into the turn as you moved to follow the car, daring one last glance over your shoulder at the man in the leather jacket. He threw what remained of a shelf off of his shoulders as he staggered to his feet, his expression terrifying as he stared you down. With a deep breath you turned to the road, quickly catching up with your Jaguar and leaving the infuriated man behind.

“Woah woah hey, my fucking car is still back there!” Billy shouted as you sped away.

“Really, that's what you're concerned about right now?!” you shouted over the wind, tempted to reach around the car and slap him. Your focus was forcefully pulled back to the road as you felt the cycle waver, quickly adjusting your weight as you tried to get use to the feeling. You were suddenly acutely aware of the helmet you weren't wearing. You took a long draw of breath in through your nose as you tried to calm your buzzing nerves, your knuckles white as you gripped the handlebars.

“Alright, Hop. You wanna tell me what the hell that was about?”

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neutron-stars-collision · 4 years ago

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The Art of Inversion

Neil x Reader

Chapter 3 - Too Close for Comfort

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Summary: Your training at Tenet is going perfectly well until it’s thrown off balance with the arrival of Neil, who brings chaos and surprising news...

Warnings: Swearing.

Author’s Notes: So once again this very long, for which I’m sorry. Please let me know what you think! Thanks for the inspiration to my friends, as always! Enjoy!

The first few weeks of your training went by in a mad blur. After day two you realised that to avoid spending ages in the car you had to move into the Tenet building. There you had a cosy room with a bed, desk, a bathroom and relative peace. That is if the more extraverted agents were not partying in the mess hall or the common room. You usually spent the evenings alone, not having the energy or motivation to socialise. Sometimes you also felt as though others perceived you differently for reasons unknown.

Maybe because you have been recruited by one of Tenet’s top agents personally?

Your days have been spent either learning about physics and the theoretical side of the inversion or in the sparring hall, trying to dodge inverted punches and kicks. While all the talk of entropy and nuclear fission usually made your head hurt, it was the hand in hand combat that was the bane of your training. Having absolutely no prior experience in various fighting styles, you often got beat up by the fellow recruits. You certainly preferred guns to fists.

Neil has been gone for weeks as well. You knew that most likely the details of the mission were entirely classified so you never asked. But you sometimes did wonder if he would ever show up again. You had to admit that you did hope so. It would be a shame to never see Anna beam like that again.

This day started like any other in that regard. You woke up and got ready for the first class – geography of Tenet, so lessons covered all the different branches with the turnstiles and how to get from one to another when inverted. After that it was the classic combat. You took your position and acknowledged the partner for the hour – a boring guy named Jack who would sometimes hit on you. And today was not going to be different…

“Hello love” he grinned way too widely

“Hi” you answered back dispassionately, praying for the class to start

“You’re looking good today” Jack smirked, trying to look flirtatious and you rolled your eyes.

Pairs all around you were beginning their training and you wanted to cut the small talk short as soon as possible.

“Please, can we get on with this? I really don’t have time” Jack pouted but complied.

Soon you have begun the session. At first, you managed to block his punches and kicks really well, even hit him a few times when he seemed too busy staring at you to react. But then as the pace picked up, you lost the rhythm. Soon you were breathing hard and your body was aching. While Jack wasn’t pulling any punches, he quickly got worried, seeing you pant and wince. He took a step back and asked:

“Everything alright with you?”

“Yeah, just need a breather” you smiled apologetically.

Suddenly, just as you looked up at the front of the hall where the teachers were stood, a dirty blonde head caught your eye.

It can’t be… you scrunched your neck to see better above the students and your eyes met the unmistakable blue gaze. Neil was staring right at you through the crowd.

Shit. Before you could let your thoughts run away too far, Jack began the training again. Without a warning, he aimed a punch towards your shoulder and you barely blocked it. You were desperately trying to focus on the sparring, but the curious mind kept returning to Neil. You ignored it for a while, but then you looked up again. The blue eyes were on you for all that time. That was also the moment when Jack aimed a punch at your jaw, certain you will be there to block it. You were not.

Next thing you knew you were lying on the floorboards, with a throbbing pain in your jaw and Jack staring at you in shock.

“I…I’m sorry! I thought you’d be ready…” he stuttered and held out a hand to help you get up.

Fuck!, you swore and grudgingly accepted the help. But as soon as you were back standing, you had to run. You couldn’t risk meeting Neil right now. And you were pretty damn sure he saw the whole thing happen. Looking at Jack, you breathed out:

“Sorry, I’ve got to go” and quickly pushed through the crowd to the side exit, praying that you will not be followed.

You got lucky and made a hasty escape to your room where you could finally let your emotions loose. Which in this case meant punching the desk and letting out a stream of favourite swear words. Once that was done you sat down on the bed and covered your face with your hands. You hated embarrassing yourself like that in front of people. Let alone people like Neil.

Finally, after wallowing in self-pity for ten minutes, you got up to shower and change. But you only made it as far as touching the bathroom door handle when you heard a knock. Somehow you knew who it was and hastily smoothed down your hair before opening the door. Neil stood there, with that sickening grin and tousled hair.

“How did you know which room is mine?” you asked while eyeing him up through the crack in the door.

“Hello to you too” he smirked “Anna told me where to find you”

“Of course” you muttered and opened the door wider to let him in.

“What was that?” he watched you with that sly smile, as though excited about the prospect of annoying you.

“Nothing” you sat on the bed and watched as he took the time to look around your small room.

You noticed that he had ditched the suit jacket and had his sleeves rolled up. The exposed forearms were covered in a few fading bruises and cuts. You stared at them a bit too long and quickly looked down at your lap, desperately trying to find something to say. Normally you liked silence, but in this case it made your thoughts wonder way too much.

“So you’re back then?” you asked, cringing at how stupid that sounded.

Neil sat down on the desk chair opposite you and nodded.

“Yeah, for now the world ending has been averted” he joked lightly, and you smiled, suddenly aware that you have missed him.

He searched your face for a short while before asking:

“I take it you don’t like combat sessions?”

“What gave you such an impression?”

“Well that was an impressive knock-out” he winked, and you groaned, causing him to laugh.

“Was hoping you’ve somehow missed it” you admitted while looking away at the wall.

His intense stare was starting to make you feel self-conscious. After all those weeks of not seeing him you have forgotten what it was like. Sometimes you even thought that maybe Neil was just a figment of your imagination. But he was most certainly real. And right now was still looking at you, searching for something. He found it when he suddenly got up and kneeled right in front of you. You stared wide-eyed as he reached out and touched a sore spot on your jaw, making you flinch.

“Sorry” he apologised “Is this where you got hit today?” gently he traced the bruise that was beginning to form.

“Think so” your voice came out huskier than you expected.

“There’s a small cut” only now you felt the sting “You should get that cleaned up” he noticed and met your gaze steadily.

You realised with a surprise that he was looking at you with worry. He was close. Way too close. You felt the rush of adrenaline and jumped up, nearly knocking him on the head in the process.

“I’m fine” you mumbled “I’ll check it now” you moved towards the bathroom.

But once again it was not meant to be. Neil placed his hands on your arms and pulled you down to sit on the bed.

“We’ve done this before” he glared at you “And I’m not taking ‘fine’ for an answer this time” you could just stare “Now, where do you have the first aid kit?”

“Shelf behind the mirror” you watched as he went to the bathroom and covered your face with your hands.

You always hated being the centre of attention. Being cared after like this. Because it meant that you were not strong enough in the first place. It was easier to just be entirely self-dependent, to never ask for help. And now Neil has seen your weakness twice. It was too much. Just as you have begun to consider bolting away, he emerged, armed with gauze and glass filled with water. He set them down on the bedside table and turned towards you. He must have noticed your struggle because he frowned and took a long look at you before asking:

“Is everything alright?”

You forced yourself to meet his gaze and nodded.

“Because you don’t look alright right now”

“Thanks, you know how to compliment a girl” you joked dryly, trying to stop the line of uncomfortable questioning.

It worked as Neil burst out laughing and looked at you incredulously. The downside was that you could no longer run away. So you accepted his beckoning to come closer and lifted your head to give him better access to the cut. He soaked the gauze in water and carefully cleaned the wound, all the while perfectly focused on the task. Although you could not see him you imagined the look of concentration on his face. Once the cut has been disinfected, he covered it with a small band-aid and gave you a quick once-over. You lowered your head and watched him out of the corner of your eye. After he was done with the inspection, his hand was still gently touching your jaw, with thumb caressing your neck just below the ear. You stared at him with lips parted in shock, wondering if he was aware of the movement. You shifted slightly and that broke him out of the reverie. His eyes met yours, and he smiled softly, not stopping the delicate caress. Now that you knew he was aware of his actions you felt your face heat up. To try and break the tense silence, you decided to speak up:

“Thank you for this…” your voice was incredibly hoarse.

“Of course” he smiled wider “Couldn’t have you walking around bleeding”

His hand had stopped the movement but was still placed on your neck. You could not process how close he was. Your brain kept reminding you how you did not really know him. How it can go wrong. The urge to run away was back, possibly at the worst moment. You quickly turned your head away. Neil looked at you with surprise but before either of you could say anything, a knock echoed in the room. You turned to Neil:

“You expecting anyone?” he asked.

“Certainly not” you frowned and went to open the door cautiously.

On the other side there was a tall man of a soldierly posture with a buzz cut and a pleasant looking face. You looked at him quizzically, but he was staring right past you:

“Anna told me I’d find you here” he addressed Neil, who came up to stand next to you.

The two men then had a rather peculiar silent exchange which started with the soldier smirking while looking at you, and Neil responding with a small shake of the head and a grin. You had enough of that.

“Sorry, but who are you?” you asked, while staring at them both.

“Apologies, ma’am” the newcomer grinned at you “I’m Ives” he extended a hand and you shook it.

“Ives is leader of our squad unit” Neil explained, and you nodded.

“I’m…” you opened your mouth to introduce yourself but got cut off by Ives.

“Oh I know who you are” you stared at him confusedly “Neil told me about you” that knowing grin again.

You noticed with a surprise that Neil looked somewhat flustered. But he composed himself quick enough for you to dismiss that idea. He cleared his throat and asked:

“Anyways, what brings you here Ives?”

“TP wanted me to discuss something with you” your ears perked up at the mention of the Protagonist, the mysterious founder of Tenet “And there will be a small gathering later in the common room with all the squad so thought you might want to join” Ives smiled at you “Both of you”.

Neil looked at you expectantly and you nodded:

“Sure, I’ve got nothing better to do”

“You won’t regret it” Ives grinned “Mate can we talk in private?” he turned to Neil.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you in the briefing room in ten” they shared one last cryptic look and Neil closed the door.

You stared at him, still unable to forget the way he looked at you mere minutes ago. And the moment you have shared. But now the spell has been broken, and you did not know what to say. Luckily Neil seemed to be doing fine as he threw you the signature soft smile:

“Sorry about that. Ives is a pretty straightforward guy” he explained, and you laughed, feeling the tension dissolve.

“I can see that” you held his gaze a little longer before adding “You should go discuss the classified stuff with him. Might be something important”

Neil looked hesitant. Finally, he must have made up his mind because he reached out to squeeze your hand. A familiar gesture by now.

“Shall I pick you up later for the party?” he asked.

“Sure” you smiled “Though calling it a party makes me regret the decision to participate” you admired the grin he sent you.

“No need for that, you’ll do great” he winked and without further word left your room.

Now finally you could panic in peace.

***

After stressing for a solid hour about what to wear, you decided to just put on the comfiest t-shirt and jeans. Most agents and recruits rarely dressed up anyway. Apart from Neil, naturally, but you had a feeling he was an exception in most things. Once you got ready, you sat at the desk, trying to finish the assignments for the classes. That was a very bad idea since your brain was mostly busy panicking about the party and analysing what happened before Ives came. When that desired (and feared) knock sounded in the room, you rushed to open it. You were almost happy Neil has not changed into an expensive suit.

“Ready?” he smiled, and you automatically beamed back.

Have I become like Anna already?, you cringed at your reaction. But there was no time to marinate in shame as Neil practically pulled you out of the room without waiting for confirmation. You stared at him, surprised as the door to your room slammed shut.

“Are we that late?”

He just grinned and started walking down the corridor. You shook your head amused before jogging to catch up. When you both entered the common room you first noticed that they have reorganised the space by moving the couches around. Now they formed a large circle in the middle of which there was a table set with beer and wine bottles. There was also music playing from the speakers. And there were at least ten people in the room. At that observation you swallowed hard. You were never good with meeting new people and the idea itself made you anxious. But looking at Neil marching in confidently and shaking hands with everyone you realised that you might have to overcome the fear. The moment you stepped through the threshold all eyes were on you.

Bloody hell, you pasted a small smile on your lips and looked at all the faces. But before you were forced to introduce yourself, Ives did it for you:

“This is our new recruit, Y/N” everyone smiled at you “She’s friends with Neil, so we’ll probably see more of her” he added, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

You looked at Neil and once again would swear he looked slightly uncomfortable. But before you could think about it more you got swept into the circle by Ives and tried to remember names of everyone introduced to you. After the initial small talk, you sat down with a glass of wine, hoping to be able to just listen to others talk and fade into the background. But it wasn’t meant to be…

“So how do you like the training?” a woman asked, that you believed was called Wheeler.

She was looking at you with a pleasant smile which gave you the needed courage.

“It’s not too bad. The whole physics side of it makes my head hurt sometimes but then it’s all so fascinating” you saw a few understanding smiles and nods.

“Well I can help you with the physics if you ever need it” Neil spoke up suddenly and you looked at him across the table.

He has been weirdly quiet since you came in but was evidently listening to the conversation. He was looking at you with a small smile which you mirrored as a way of thanks. You were very aware of the company.

“But yeah I don’t mind the training” you tried to finish the thought “It’s very different from the stuff I did at university and that’s refreshing” you grinned.

“Heard you don’t like the combat training” Ives smirked, and you glared at him.

So everyone knows now…, you groaned mentally.

“What’s the basis for this assumption?” you didn’t want to give up your dignity without a fight.

With satisfaction, you noted the surprised grin he responded with.

“Got my sources” he shrugged “And that bruise on your jaw is a pretty good clue too”

“What can I say, you got me there” you put up your hands in surrender and he laughed.

“No shame in that though, love” your eyes widened at the nickname “I’m sure you’ll get better at it with time” he winked, and your eyes got even wider.

At that point someone luckily started another topic that you were not familiar with so you could focus on dealing with what just happened. You felt someone stare at you intently and looked up to see the well-known blue eyes boring into your face. His expression was somewhat sombre, and you briefly wondered if he could be jealous. You shook your head at the ridiculousness of the thought and took a large sip of wine. Neil was still looking at you and only stopped when he got asked about a recent mission. You listened curiously:

“Well it was nothing out of the ordinary. Inverted weapons dealer, murky transactions and a proper gunfight in the parking lot” he shrugged, and you wondered if that’s what the future holds for you.

“Any fuck ups this time?”

“Just a small… misunderstanding” Neil raised his arms to show the bruised forearms and the others laughed.

Then the conversation shifted towards more mundane things and you were happy to just listen. You have been pleasantly surprised by the camaraderie you noticed between the squad members and Neil. You have been asked a few questions about your past which were a nice change to the anonymity you got used to during the training. Sometimes you would look at Neil, giving in to curiosity. He was either listening to the conversation or joking with the rest, making use of the infinite charm he seemed to possess. You were not surprised to see that everyone seemed to like him. After a while you lost the sense of time and were pretty sure you had enough wine to regret it in the morning. So when someone mentioned that it is past 1am you groaned out loud and got up. The world swayed before your eyes and you waited another moment to adjust before speaking:

“Sorry I need to go now or else won’t survive the shooting training tomorrow” you smiled apologetically.

“Good luck with that!” Ives sent you another cheeky grin and you laughed.

“Thanks, will be needed” with that you moved towards the exit, waving goodbye.

You started walking down the corridor when you felt a hand touch your arm unexpectedly. You jumped up at the contact.

“Didn’t mean to startle you” Neil smiled, and you glared at him.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t creep up on me” you both continued down the hallway “Why did you leave the party?” “I’m quite tired” you glanced at him surprised “And because I have something important to tell you”

You stopped in front of your door and you leaned on the wall.

“The Protagonist wants to meet you” your eyes widened “That’s what me and Ives talked about before. He said that TP is interested in you and wants us to come to the HQ’s as soon as we can”

You stared at him in shock. It didn’t make any sense.

“Why?”

“No idea” he shrugged, and you were shocked to see him clueless “But I’ll go with you and I want us to get the plane on Friday after your training”

“That’s the day after tomorrow” you frowned, thinking about everything you would need to do before boarding on a plane to the US.

“I know. But from my experience I can tell you that if TP says something, it’s best to listen to him” he added, startling you with the serious tone.

He must have noticed how scared that made you because he reached out to touch your shoulder and gave it a gentle rub.

“Don’t worry about it for now though. I’ll arrange everything for the travel and will come by tomorrow afternoon with details” he let his hand fall to his side and you instantly missed the touch.

You raked through your head for something to say.

“So you’re not disappearing this time?” you asked finally, letting yourself eye him suspiciously.

“Certainly not” he grinned and watched as you opened the door to the room. When you got in, he added:

“But it’s good to know you’ve missed me” the playful sparks made you want to punch him in the teeth.

Instead, you just rolled your eyes pointedly, way too tired.

“G’night, Neil” you muttered and started closing the door.

“Sweet dreams” he whispered and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.

You covered your head with your hands. This is very inconvenient, you thought while wondering how you got yourself into this situation.

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animesmutfest · 4 years ago

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Hawks x Reader

You look at the clock in disbelief as the hand strikes twelve. You sat on the couch drinking wine with tears running down your face. Your husband is no where to be found. Again. Its your fourth anniversary and he has not been home at all today. Suddenly you hear the door unlock but you don't even look your just take another sip of your wine. You could tell he was at least tipsy as he stumbles in the house. He looks over to you and see your cup and tear streaked face. Walking closer he realized you’re dressed up and a card lays on the cushion next to her reading happy anniversary. Before he could even speak you start. "Two years. You haven't been here for an event for two years. You've missed even our own daughters birthdays." You say seething with anger. "Y/n listen" he starts. "You know what Kiego?! You can go fuck yourself! Get the hell out!" You scream at hawks throwing his jacket and shoes at him. "Come on Y/N do you really want to end things like this? Please don't give up on me!" He says pleading. "You have missed every single family event the past two years. If you want to drown in a bottle or use work as an excuse, me and our daughter deserve better than that!" You scream while crying. hawks now crying as well sinks to the floor realizing that you wear right. Every single family event for the past two years he has either been working or drinking. "Ill stop drinking babe! I wont ever drink again if that's what you want!" He cries. "I don't want you to do anything but be the man i thought i married. But i cant even trust you to do that considering you're never here" you shout. "Okay y/n ill leave. But i promise you I'm going to do better from here on!" He says walking out the door.you close it behind him and sink to the bottom balling your eyes out. His heart breaks as he hears your cries, the cries that he caused.

He gets in his car and drives to a hotel to give you space. At the hotel he cry's into his bottle of jack thinking about the facts and the facts are her has not been there for his own family. His two year older daughter ember is 3 and he hasn't been to her 2nd or 3rd birthday parties. He's always just told y/n something came up. "I really am a pathetic excuse of a man. My wife is perfect and my daughter is my pride and joy but I still do shit like this. I'm never fucking around when I need to be" he says crying harder. Back at the house y/n pretty much cried herself to sleep. The next day you send him a text telling him to stay away until he can prove to his family that we come first. He gave a simple okay response. You spend the day with ember playing with her and cooking dinner for her. Once you put ember to bed you head to your own room. You lay in bed with no one beside you and the loneliness makes you cry again. "I just wish he was here" you say as you drift asleep.

Six months later:

A few months ago I was strong enough to invite him over for dinner. Ember was with her grand parents as to not be involved in our issues. We made a deal that he would stay at a hotel and every weekend he can come over for dinner. So far he has made more time for our family than he ever has. He even has a glow on him now that he isn't drinking. That's right, he stopped drinking after that night. And tonight after six long and lonely months you really wanted him back home. He invited you out on a date at a nice restaurant and your mom offered to keep ember. You hear the doorbell ring as you make your way down stairs. He's wears a nice pair of pants and a button down. And this is what you have on with your hair in a pony tail.

"Wow... you look stunning babe" he says blushing. "Thank you kiego" you say blushing as well. You both leave and head to the restaurant. Once you are there the staff seat you and bring a bottle of wine. "Oh sir I don't drink thank you though" he says pushing the bottle away. "You sure you don't want any?" You asks. "No love I'm good you enjoy yourself" he says smiling. Impressed you start talking to him about how he's been and how work is. Come to think of it you haven't seen him even look at a drop of alcohol since that night. After a while he grabs your hand and looks into your eyes. "I miss you y/n and I miss ember" he says kissing your hand gently. "We miss you too kiego" you say softly. "I've been thinking a lot and would it be too forward of me to ask if I could stay over tonight?" He asks putting his head down a bit waiting to be rejected again. You have seen his efforts and he really has gotten better. Plus I really do miss him. You think to yourself blushing a bit. "You can come home kiego" you say shyly. His face lit up and he rested his forehead on your hand in relief. "Thank god..." he says as a single tear falls down his face. "C-can I kiss you y/n?" He asks. You grab his blazer and your lips crash onto each other's. You pull away blushing and ask him to take them home. He happily complies and after paying they head home.

As soon as they open the door you pull him into another kiss but this one more aggressive. His wings puff up a bit as things heat up. He takes his blazer off and pulls you close to him deepening your kiss. He pushed your back against the wall sliding his hand up your dress and grabbing your ass. You moans into the kiss at his touch and his mouth slowly moved down to your jawline then neck. Your moans are light as your hands rubs on his arms. "Can I please take you baby? It's been so long and I think I might lose my mind." He asks desperately. "Please kiego" you moan. He picks your up with your legs around his waist and walks you upstairs to the bedroom. He kicks open the door and places you on the bed with him between your legs. His mouth attacking your neck desperately searching for your voice. As your hands feel all over one another his head trails down to your panties and he licks your clit through the fabric making your body tingle a bit. "Don't tease me baby... please, I really need it" you say squirming. He smirks "As you wish baby" and slides your panties to the side and he begins to devour you. "Fuck~!” You moan as you tug on his hair a bit from the pleasure but also trying to show resistance. You use your hand to muffle your moans but this made him stop completely. He looks up at you with feral eyes. "I haven't touched you in over 6 months baby... move that fucking hand and let me hear you." He growls at you. His eyes even looked different as if he was truly an animal And you were his prey. You do as your told and slowly move your hand. He wastes no time going back to his meal. His hands now gripping your thighs to keep you in place as he slides his tongue inside you. "K-kiego ngh yes baby~" you moan loudly as you squirm under him.

He repeatedly moves his muscle in that motion and slurping you up as he pulled out. "I fucking missed you dove... your taste is even more delicious" he groans as he gently sucks on your clit. Your hips buck into his mouth as pleasure consumes you making you feel like melting into him. Minutes went by like this as you’re edged closer and closer. His mouth creating lewd noises as you gush over and over again. But soon to feel a tremendous pressure in the pit of your soul. Your moans slowly becoming whimpers. "I can feel it baby... cum for me dove" he groans as he laps at your throbbing pussy. Your breathing becoming quite heavy as he worked for your juices. "I-I I'm cumming ki- fuuuck" you moan wildly as he laps up your cum faster than it can come out of you. He suddenly takes one of his feathers making it sharp and cuts off both of your clothes before he lines himself up with your pussy. He shoves himself completely inside you unexpectedly causing you to cum again. Your mind melting as you clentch hard around him. He looks at you and leans down to your face. "Did my baby just cum from me putting it in?" He smirks. You nod shaking as your hands wrap around his neck. Without another word you kiss him deeply as he starts thrusting into your tight pussy. "I-I'm so sorry baby I can't control myself" he growls as he then pulls out of you and aggressively flips you on all fours and shoving himself back into you. You cry out in pleasure as he pounds into you at inhumane speeds. His hand digging into your hip and the other gripping your arm behind your back. You feel another climax close as your skin collides over and over again.

Feeling you grip him tighter he slows down a bit but slams into you as hard as he can again and again. "Yes! Yes! Yes baby aaahhh Break me!!!!" You cry out and after a few thrusts like that you begin to squirt all over the bed. He stops amazed at what just happened. "Damn baby... I didn't know you could do that" he says blushing. You couldn't speak just moan and pant. "Let's try that again shall we?" Flipping you on you back and lifting your hips to meet his while you upper body still on the bed. "This time I wanna see it" he says licking his lips. He slides back in and goes at it like he never left. He loved the way you looked right now. Feral and completely destroyed because of him. He drools at the sight of your wet pussy being filled by him, by the way your breasts bounced harshly because of his thrusting. Your completely a mess under him barely being about to say anything besides incoherent words and whimpers. Soon you feel that strange sensation again as you neared another orgasm. "Ki! Aahh daddy~" you cry out as you grip his thighs. "Do it baby!" He moans and with that you being to squirt all over his lower stomach, cock and legs. This time much more intense as your mind went hazy for a few moments. He doesn't stop though and thrusts into a few more times before slowing down and running his hand on your stomach. "I think it's time we gave ember a sibling~" he moans. Your eyes weakly looked at his and all you could do was smile. He thrusts into you one final time as his shoots his cum deep in your womb. "God b-baby you feels so good" he moans as his cock twitches inside your throbbing pussy. You both catch your breath before cleaning up the bed and yourselves before falling asleep.

The next morning the sun beams through the room as you wake up. Kiego sleeping peacefully next to you. You kept thinking about last night blushing from what he said about giving ember a sibling. "Well if that's true then maybe I should help him out achieving that goal" you think to yourself smirking. You knew he was a heavy sleeper so you crawl between his legs and slipped his boxers off. You grab his already hard cock and slowly pump him causing his muscles to jump a bit. After a few pumps you slowly lick around the tip and suck on it softly. He moans in his sleep and his breathing pattern become irregular. You then smirk and shove him completely in your throat quickly and wastes not a moment deep throating him. He wakes up moaning loudly pulling back the blanket staring at you with a red face. "B-baby what ahh~" his moans not allowing him to speak properly. You ignore him and climb on top slowly sinking yourself down on him. His head falling back into the bed from the pleasure. You roll your hips into his instead of bouncing making both of you moan aloud. You pull him back up and wrap your hands around his neck while he’s gripping your waist. His mouth sucking on your neck harshly leaving marks everywhere his tongue danced. "I'm so close baby~" he moans into you and he thrusts into you. You throw your body back and grip his thighs as you bounce on his cock forcing your skin to slap against his own.

His grip tightens as he nears his climax. Your pace quickens as you chase your own climax as well. "Feels s-so good daddy~" you moan into the air as you clench around him. "Shit dove I-I'm gunna cum" he moans as sweat beads on his forehead. "Fill me up d-daddy. I want it deep inside~" you moan as you cum hard on his cock. He fucks you back harder and soon after he feels himself about to cum. "Fuck yes baby! Mmmmph shiiit~" he growls as his cum fills you deep. You lean forward keeping him inside you and kiss him passionately. He grabs the back of your head deepening the kiss slipping his tongue in. He pulls back and looks into your wild eyes panting. "What's gotten into you?" He says. "You said you wanted to give ember a sibling so I thought I'd help you out" you say smirking. He laughs a bit before kissing you again. "Then let's spend the day making sure we achieve that goal. What do you say love?" He says as he gets hard again still inside you making you moan. "Yes daddy" you say.

#mha lemon #hawks x reader #mha smut #writing #fanfic #wing hero hawks #hawks smut #hawks #bnha #bnha x reader #kiego x reader #kiego takami

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babu-haitani · 3 years ago

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Can you do a fanfic of legoshi going on a wholesum date with haru or his best friend. I think they are so cute.

I do think they are cute for each other as well <3 I love how gentle Legoshi is even though he is a big wolf and I also love Haru's fierce attitude <3 They are complete opposites but they are a match made in heaven! <3

Movie Date!! (Beastars)

Genre: Fluff, Fanfic

Pairings: Legoshi x Haru

P.S This is a 3rd person POV

"Legoshi..." Haru called out to the tall grey wolf as she lightly tugged on his pants, The grey wolf kneeled down and looked at her eyes.

"Y-yes?...something wrong? Am I walking---" Legoshi was cut off when the white rabbit placed her point finger on his lips, she gave Legoshi a sweet cheeky smile.

"No, you're doing great...It's just we've never had a proper date ever since we started dating..." The rabbit exclaimed as she stared at Legoshi, Legoshi on the other hand can feel his cheeks burn up.

It was emabrassing that Haru was the one who even initiated that they should go on a date, that's what he thought.

"W-well...Is there somewhere you wanna go?" The grey wolf asked as he lightly held Haru's hand that was on his lips earlier.

"I just kinda wanna have something simple...like a Movie Date!" Haru chirped, flashing Legoshi another soft smile.

"Well, how about tomorrow? since tomorrow will be saturday and Jack said he'll be out..." Legoshi replied.

"Sure! I'll be over at your dorm at 12 in the afternoon then!" Haru chirped as she began to walk again.

Legoshi's ears jolted into an upward motion, his tail wagging. As he eyed Haru walking he began to notice that he just asked her to his Dorm room.

'Oh god..' Legoshi thought as he followed Haru to her dorm so he can see her off.

The next day came...

"Okay...Bed, Clean...Floors, Clean...Drawers, CLEAN..." Legoshi looked around and inspecting everything that he had cleaned, while distracted the door to his dorm room rang.

He rushed towards the door, before opening he dusted himself; making sure that he is clean and looks perfect for Haru.

'It's gonna be okay...' He would mumble to himself.

After collecting his composure, he opened the door. He was greeted by Haru with snacks in her hand, She was wearing a black sleeveless top and a short-short and white sneackers, then a puffy military like designed jacket. Legoshi can't help but stare at her...

"Legoshi?...Do I look bad?..." Haru called out, snapping Legoshi back to his senses. He shook his head aggresively while giving her a soft smile.

"No! you look really really great...come inside!" Legoshi stepped aside to let her come in.

"Wow...It's so clean!" Haru spoke as she looked at him, removing her shoes she sat down on the floor and layed the snacks there. On the other hand, Legoshi went to the TV and set up the movie that they decided to watch last night through their messages. After setting up the movie, Legoshi sat besides Haru.

Haru looked at him, she stood up and then sat in between his legs; making Him stiff.

"No need to be stiff, Legoshi" Haru said, as she grabbed his large hands and placed them on his lap. Lightly caressing his fur.

Legoshi can feel his cheeks light up in a bright shade pink, but instead of being embarassed about it; He lightly hugged her as they watch the movie that was playing.

It was a simple date but the two of them did enjoy the simple movie date, because they were spending time with each other... <3

#beastars #fanfic #haru x legoshi #haru #legoshi #anime #headcanon #babu #oneshot

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smol-and-grumpy · 5 years ago

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Light My Fire - CH06

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she can’t quite deny, she gets to know him better. It’s not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.

Warnings: Feelings? Angst, a little fluff, NSFW

WC: 3314

Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3

SERIES MATSTERLIST

After her shower, Y/N looks at herself in the mirror, sees her throat pink from all of Dean’s kissing and sucking. He was rough but also careful not to leave a mark that would stay. Except for that bite mark. It’s still red and she can clearly see the outline of his teeth.

Oh god, Dean.

He’s her boss.

She has had sex with her fucking boss!

Y/N still can’t believe it and has to chuckle and bite down on her lip as she moisturizes the mark and gets dressed. Thinking about going for a walk in the park before she might get into the hot tub to help soothes her sore body.

***

Y/N sits in the tub, squints her eyes and wrinkles her nose at the soreness she feels. It definitely has been too long since she last had sex and her body is just really not used to it anymore. It doesn’t help that Dean’s rather big.

Ugh. Dean.

Her boss, Dean.

The bossman, Dean.

She really did it, right? She really agreed to be friends with benefits, didn’t she? She was so fucking horny and turned on, she would have agreed to anything probably.

But thinking back it can’t really be bad, since the sexual frustrations were killing her. So it’s a win-win for both of them, right? She wishes Ruby was here but she’s probably still working and Y/N doesn’t want to disturb her at work. Somehow she wishes that she was still working too. This stay at home and be a trophy wife thing really isn’t for her.

Y/N opens up a page to her book in a tub, she still has some time to kill before Dean would get back. It’s not even 5pm yet. However, she gets interrupted when she hears the door and a familiar voice calling out for her. She cringes some more then, feel embarrassed that she’s in the hot tub again. He’ll probably think that’s the only thing she does here. But it’s really the little things she finds comfort in, and she knows that she shouldn’t be ashamed but still, she is, which is ridiculous.

“Enjoying the view?” Dean emerges out of the penthouse and leans his body against the frame of the terrace door. He has already shrugged off his shirt jacket, the tie’s gone and his sleeves are rolled up. The muscles of his forearm move as he works on unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“Yeah,” She replies, shy all of a sudden. But how can she not be, she’s been thinking back to what they did.

Dean grins smugly as he watches the color in her cheeks rise, “I’m enjoying my view, too.” He walks over, still unbuttoning his shirt and she can see his broad naked chest. It’s freckled, too. She wants to connect them with her tongue.

He leans in, kisses the top of her head, “You okay?”

It seems so easy. He’s totally chilled about it. She doesn’t understand.

“Y-yeah,”

Dean braces his hands on the ledge of the tub, his shirt falls open, she can see his body now. He’s firm, defined and soft. There’s a little happy trail leading down from his navel, it disappears inside his pants, and she’d like to take that trail, see how happy it can make her again.

Oh god, focus, Y/N!

“I was thinking of taking a shower and then we’ll go to the pharmacy.”

There’s a lift of her eyebrows, “Why?”

He reaches one of his hands out to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear, “Because I shouldn’t have let myself be carried away and come inside you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but grin.

“Why are you grinning?” Dean asks with a frown.

“It’s okay, Dean, I’m taking the pill.”

“You are?”

She nods, “Yeah.”

He’s looking at her, his eyes skims over her face and she sees it, sees it in his face that there’s a question burning on his tongue. Maybe something along the line on why she’s taking the pill when she’s hasn’t been in a relationship for over a year, because she’s sure that he did some research with Ruby. He’s so difficult to read, it frustrates her.

Instead of asking, his face changes, it’s softer now. Perhaps he thinks that it’s too personal and it’s not his place to ask, and after a long while, he smiles, “In that case, mind if I join you?”

“Sure?” It shouldn’t have come out as a question, she doesn’t know what’s happening with her.

“Good,” He grins and winks before he disappears inside.

Just when she begins to wonder what’s going on, Dean reappears with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He’s still dressed, though. He places the glasses on the little table set up next to the tub, fills both glasses and sets the bottle back down wordlessly.

There’s a grin on his face when he looks back at her, it’s all cocky and bravado. His eyes are on her as he takes a step back and starts to strip out of his clothes. Dropping each item in what seems like slow motion.

“Dean, someone could see you,” She hisses, her cheeks burning bright.

“Relax, nobody can see.” He says and looks around, “Unless there’s a drone or a helicopter somewhere, which we would hear.”

He is abso-fucking-lutely so chilled about it, it baffles her.

After a while of stripping, Dean’s standing naked before her, and he has absolutely no shame. She admires that a little? Because she’s shy and she could never do that. Not with someone she basically just started to get intimate with.

Y/N tries not to look at his cock. Which is big, and oh god, she had that inside of her.

Dean starts to chuckle, can probably read her face like an open book. He steps closer, gets in and sits on the bench in the tub next to her before he twists his body to reach for the glasses, holds one out for her.

She takes it and they clink glasses before she takes a sip. It’s good, she feels the wine travel down her throat.

“We can just talk, no pressure, alright?” Dean says and sets his glass down. He moves just a little closer, his hand rubs at her thigh, “I feel like I wanna get to know you better, you can ask me anything you want. I want you to feel comfortable around me, okay?”

“I am comfortable around you,” She says, which prompts Dean to snort out a laugh.

“Liar,” He mumbles, moves in and holds out his wet hand, cradles her face with it and pulls her in for a kiss. Tongue teasing along her bottom lip, but before she can even open her lips to let him in, he breaks the kiss, “See? You’re all tense.”

How does he know?

“It’s your brother, isn’t it?” Dean asks and her jaw drops.

“How?” She takes another sip of wine, mainly to conceal her irritation of Dean knowing what she’s thinking.

He has to chuckle at that, “He called the office today, Ruby picked up. He demanded to speak to his sister’s husband.”

She almost snorts out the wine she still has in her mouth, “He did not!”

“Duh,” Dean grins.

“Oh, no! I’m so sorry.” She feels the red of her cheeks spread over to her ears, “Did you talk to him?”

Dean drinks up his glass, places it back on the little table on the ledge, “Not right then. I was in a meeting,”

“Thank god,” She mumbles more to herself than Dean.

He laughs, moves closer, his thigh is touching hers. He is back to stroking it too, getting higher up with each stroke, “But I called him back.”

Shit, Y/N bites her lips, “What did he say?”

“He said he texted you and you didn’t answer his question, and that’s why he asked me. Said if I hurt you he’ll, and I quote, rip my fucking lungs out.”

For fuck’s sake, Jack!

“It does sound like him,” She smiles warily, “What did you say?”

Dean leans closer, nuzzles his nose against her cheek, moving closer to her nose, his hand comes up to cup her chin, tilts her face towards him. He kisses her, it’s soft and gentle, tongue teasing at her bottom lip again, licks over her bottom teeth of her parted lips. The touch of her tongue on his is electrifying, “Said he didn’t have to be worried. That I have no intentions of hurting you. At least not deliberately. And if I should, he’s allowed to punch me.”

“Be careful, Jack might just do that. He doesn’t care if you're bigger and stronger.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I know, he told me that he’ll keep a close eye on me.”

She groans, “I’m sorry, but Jack’s always been protective.”

“And that’s okay, really. I asked him if he wanted to come over so we could talk and explain everything to him but he said that he’s away at college and you wouldn’t give him extra money to come home.”

“Yeah,” She says, “He’s right. His only job is to stay in college, do well, and be happy.”

“I noticed that throughout our call.” Dean huffs out a breath, “Is that true? You’re supporting him through college?”

She nods, “I was so glad you offered me the job a year ago. And I’m surprised that I made it this far. Jack only has two years left until he’d graduate.”

He frowns a little, “What do you mean you made it this far?”

Y/N raises her eyebrows, “You’re kidding, right?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He frowns some more.

“Dean, every time I saw you, you were grumpy. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile at work, at least not much. If I could get one smile out of you in one week, I could consider myself lucky.”

“Oh, come on! I’m not that bad!”

She grins, “That’s right, you’re even worse.”

“What?!”

“You’re firing people all the time. Hannah from HR has to work overtime just to get new people on board. By the way, you might want to rethink employing someone else to help Hannah. Like, I don’t know? You’re very strict but I see that it’s because you put everything into it and you want for the company to be successful, it’s just, maybe you can relax a little?”

“I am relaxed!” Dean whines and she has to laugh at that.

“Are you, really?” She asks him with one raised eyebrow, skims her fingertips over his thighs, moves up and down slowly while she watches him. Dean swallows, and his body jerks when the nail of her index finger brushes along the length of his dick, before she holds him in the palm of her hand. He’s hard, his cock heavy in her grip. Her hands can barely grip around his base. She still can’t believe that it fitted inside her. Looking down, she watches her own hand massaging his shaft and she has to bite down on her bottom lip because she’s turned on too but she’s still sore.

When she looks up again, Dean crashes his mouth onto hers, kisses her rough and deep, sloppy and wet and it’s so good? She’s craving more.

He breaks the kiss, mumbles against her mouth, “Lose your bottoms,”

“I-I’m,” She pauses, wondering if she should tell him that she’s still sore, that it’s not a good idea if he fucks her and really she just wanted to tease him but she realizes that she’s gone too far and that she’s sorry about it.

“Don’t worry,” Dean pecks her lips, as if he just read her mind. Seriously, how does he do that? “I won’t fuck you. I can imagine that you’re sore.”

Y/N lets out a huff of breath, feels relief that he knows. She shimmies herself out of her bikini bottoms anyway, wondering what Dean’s going to do. When she gets it off her leg, Dean grabs the leg that’s closest to him and drapes it over his thighs, spreading her.

“Let’s see how relaxed you are,” He grins and kisses her while his hand cups her crotch. He groans into her mouth upon feeling that she’s pretty damn slick down there and it’s definitely not the water, “Still a little tense,” He smirks.

She smiles and picks up the stroking of his shaft, twisting her wrist around the head of his dick, and Dean pulls her even closer by one of her thighs, lifts her up. She weighs nothing in the water. One of her ass cheeks is half on top of his thigh and Dean massages her clit gently, threads his finger through her folds before he slides two of his thick fingers in. His movements are slow and gentle, a stark contrast to how he fucked her earlier.

Dean moans into her mouth, sucks at her tongue, “I just fucked you a couple of hours ago, my cum’s still in there and you’re still so goddamn tight,” His voice is raspy, he’s breathing hard.

Before she can enjoy his fingers more, he takes them out, the hand goes to her hips and he lifts her up. Manhandles her up to the ledge. She’s bare to him and it seems like she’s bare to half the world too, but strangely, she doesn’t care about them.

“Spread your legs for me,” His voice deep, it’s a low growl and he comes to sit in between her now spread legs, she can see that he’s still stroking himself while he sprays kisses along her upper thighs.

He nibbles and sucks at her flesh, coming closer to her core and she’s pulsing down there, her need for him to touch her almost unbearable.

Dean spends an awfully long time just staring at her pussy and she feels a little insecure, closes her legs but he stops her, “No, let me see,” He says, his fingers go to her clit, draws gentle figure eights on it, “Prettiest little pussy,” His voice is raspy, it’s trembling a little, too.

Hooking a hand around one of her thighs, he pulls her to the edge and she can barely hold herself up. He threads through her folds one handed, still jerking himself off with the other hand and it’s so hot to know that he’s turned on by this. That he’s turned on by her.

“Fuck,” He growls, lowers his head and licks up a broad stripe through her center, “I fucking love how you taste.”

She has to bite her lips so as not to moan out too loud. His tongue is massive, it’s wet and smooth and oh, god. She throws her head back as he begins to nibble at the hood of her clit and Dean chuckles, slurps up her wetness and sucks some more.

His mouth is sealed around her clit and he teases at it with his tongue. Slower at first before his tongue picks up speed and he breathes through his nose, hot air hitting her wet skin. It’s fucking hot to watch him.

Dean licks into her with his tongue, goes deep and it feels so soft. His scruff scratching at her thighs and around her folds.

Y/N writhes above him, can barely hold herself still and she’s damn close, “Oh god yes! Yes, yes, yes, keep going, Dean, please,” Her hand goes to his head, fingers gripping at his hair as she works her hips, rubbing her cunt against his face.

He doesn’t seem to mind at all because he lets her pull his face into her pussy while his own hand works frantically on his own dick. She can hear a wet slurping sound that makes her blush and turns her on at the same time.

“Come, baby.” It’s only a whisper against her folds, but his lips are connected to her, and then he hums, sending vibrations to her clit and it fucking pushes her over the edge.

She comes with a shaking of her legs, her whole body trembles. There’s something inside of her exploding, and before she can even think straight, Dean pulls her down again, making her sit on his lap as he claims her mouth, seals his lips around hers, grunts and squeezes his eyes shut as his cum makes its way to the surface.

He chuckles into her mouth, pecks her lips and leaves his forehead on hers. “Guess I have to call for someone to come exchange the water,” He smiles against the corner of her mouth and she has to grin at that, “Come on,” Dean stands up, fishes her bikini bottom out and squeezes out the tub water to lay it on the ledge before he holds out his hand to help her out.

She still can’t believe that he came just from jerking off and eating her out. Nobody’s ever done that to her. Nobody seems to be alright with just eating her out and demanding nothing else in return.

Dean cocks his eyebrows when he sees her staring at him, still lost in the memories of what just happened, but he doesn’t say anything, just scoops her up and walks her along the hallway to their rooms.

Instead of dropping her off by her room, he turns the other way, pushes the door open to his bedroom and walks her into his bathroom.

Y/N manages to catch an eyeful, sees that his bed is neatly made. The room’s kept in wooden dark colors, not white and bright like the guest bedroom. She couldn’t see more because Dean drops her into his shower and turns on the water. He kisses her again, while the shower rain washes over them.

Dean soaps her up, and she sees that he’s hard, he doesn’t say anything, though, just keeps on soaping them both up, like it’s the most natural thing to do, and rinses them out. He doesn’t talk much, leaves kisses here and there and it baffles her how easy it all feels. How comfortable he is around her, how she has the feeling that he really truly cares about her.

He points to the mark on her shoulder, “‘M sorry. I’ll be more careful.” He lowers his face to place a kiss on the mark, leaves his lips there.

After the shower, they dry themselves off and Dean tosses her a shirt from his closet. Hits her square in the face with it and he has to laugh at that. It's a simple white shirt, too big for her but it smells like him. In fact, she smells like him from head to toe now, since he soaped her up with his body wash.

Y/N’s about to go out and to her room to get panties but his voice is loud behind her, “Where are you going?”

“I gotta go get panties,”

He chuckles, she can feel his chest vibrating on her back, “You don’t need it,”

Dean kisses the crown of her head and picks her up, throws her over his shoulder and carries her out into the living area and drops her on the couch. She takes the blanket to cover up her lower body and Dean grins.

“What?”

He shrugs, “I kinda like the idea of you not wearing anything underneath the shirt.” He emphasizes his words with a pinch at her nipple and she gasps. He kisses her again, tucks her hair back behind her ear, “And I like seeing you in my shirt.”

He gets up, walks out to get the glasses of wine they left there.

Her cheeks feel hot.

And she tries. She really tries not to fall for him. It gets harder and harder with every breath she takes.

CH07

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thirsty4theextraordinary · 4 years ago

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Everything Burns - Chapter 20

Pairing: Ledger Joker X OC

Warnings: Murder, Guns, Extreme Violence, Gun Violence, Blood,

Word count: 2825

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | - Chapter 19

Chapter 20 - The Verdict

It all happened so fast. One minute Jester and Joker were trying to make their escape via the fire escape. And the next Joker was lying on the floor motionless. His unconscious body shook with the current still passing through him and Jester shouted at the cop holding the other end of the taser, to stop.

"Put your hands above your head, lady!" shouted another the cop pointing their taser at Jester now. Joker stirred slightly at her feet but made no move to stand. The voice that would usually tell her to run was quiet as she looked down at Joker's figure. He hadn't left her behind when she was shot, he easily could have but he didn't. His voice was running through her head repeating over and over "We stay together".

She dropped her knife to the ground and raised her hands over her head. The cops rushed forward to handcuff her in an instant. For the second time in two days Scarlett and Jack were bundled into a police van.

"I'm sorry," Scarlett said softly as she watched Joker raise his head and look around. He was now handcuffed and sitting in the back of a police van with her.

"Don't," he muttered quietly.

She waited patiently for him to spring them out, come up with another brilliant plan, to find their next escape, but it never came and he looked at her with a small smile as the van came to a halt and they were led into Gotham's MCU.

They were bundled into Gordon's cage rather unceremoniously. Jester looked around, it was still somewhat dishevelled from the explosion a few weeks ago and some of the walls were still broken down. One end of MCU was completely cordoned off, that had been the area the fat thug had been taken just before Joker set off the bomb inside of him, so Jester could only imagine what a state it was in.

James Gordon entered and looked over the two clowns in his MCU holding and sighed. He had no idea the Joker had already corrupted so many.

"I haven't got time for the clowns. I have Harvey Dent's memorial to organise and now that we are actively hunting Batman, I need to do a press conference. Turner, you interview the girl and don't even bother with the Joker, just take them to court with the evidence of what happened last time he was here." said Gordon, he pulled his glasses from his face and squeezed the bridge of his nose. He shook his head in dismay and disappeared from the room again.

The officer called Turner was a skinny man with a long face and scruffy ginger hair. He looked over at the two clowns in the cage and sighed.

"Open it up," Turner said to the guard, who unlocked the door and reached in to grab Jester by her handcuffs. Jester looked at Joker desperately as she was pulled from the cage but he just sat on the bench nonchalantly and winked at her.

"Play nice Jester," he said laughing. She laughed slightly and he grinned.

She was placed in the interrogation room alone and she waited for Turner, it was cold in there and the room echoed with every little noise.

Turner entered and took a deep breath, though he was glad he was not interviewing the Joker, he did not find this woman any less intimidating. She looked up at him and grinned widely, inwardly he shivered.

"What's your name" he began shakily and the clown laughed loudly.

"Really, that's your opening question?! You know my name otherwise, you wouldn't have come to my home." Jester said her eyebrows raised.

"Okay then Scarlett, I'd like to ask you what you have been up to recently," he began again.

"You dare say that NAME!" Jester screamed but quickly her face returned to a sweet smile and Turner swallowed hard.

"And recently, I've just been doing a bit of this, a bit of that. You, know the usual," she said nonchalantly.

"Your DNA has been linked to at least 3 separate murders," said Turner.

"Yes, I suppose it would have been. But you know those people weren't very nice…... Or something like that." Jester said laughing loudly again.

"So you and the Joker, what are you? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?" Turner asked and Jester went quiet and turned her head to the side slightly.

"You know, I've never liked to label things, but we have been known to spend the night together. But why would you ask something like that, are you envious Detective Turner?" Jester cooed.

"Who is the Joker?" Turner asked, shaking off her question.

"How would I know?" Jester replied holding her hands up and shrugging her shoulders.

"He must have told you something, anything at all about himself? You said you slept together, he must have said something!" Exclaimed Turner, he visibly jumped as she let out an ear-splitting cackle. For a moment Jester just cackled laughing and laughing at the officer, slowly she calmed herself somewhat to answer his question.

"Have you met him? You really think he is the type of guy to share" Jester said, still laughing.

"If you tell us something. We would be able to help you, with your own case, give a reduced sentence or at least a nicer cell because the way you are going I think Arkham is your best bet" Turner sighed. Jester didn't reply and again Turner sighed.

"I spoke to your old boss. She said you were nice, she said you were respectable. She didn't believe me when I told her what you had done" Turner said to her, shaking his head, but the girl in front of him simply smiled.

"You can't be all bad, there must be a real you still in there" he continued and again Jester cackled.

"I’m not bad, that is just your perception. This is the real me! You can't trust her description, you can never really know someone, not fully. You will never know what is really in their head. Deep down everyone has the capacity to be more, you just need to find the right motivation for them to find it. I mean how many of your friends turned out to really be working with the Joker?" Jester laughed.

"That's not the same, they were corrupted with money by the mob," growled Turner.

"There is no such thing as corruption, there is only motivation! Look at Gotham's white knight. Don't tell me he didn't kill those people because I know he did." said Jester grinning again.

It went on like that for another ten minutes until finally Turner gave up and left Jester in the interrogation room alone. She wasn't sure that they would go to court somehow. Arkham's padded cells seemed to be getting nearer and nearer and for the first time in a very long time, Scarlett was terrified and she did not like it. She did not want to go there.

For around about six hours Joker and Jester were kept at the MCU until finally, a call came in, they would not be going to court. Their crimes had been judged as well as evidence given. It was decided by the Mayor and a governing body, this was a clear-cut case for Arkham Asylum. There would be no trial, no court case and no option to appeal.

When the 'men in white coats' came and the Joker and the Jester were dragged away the police station took a sigh of relief. The ride to the asylum was strange, Joker was laughing more than usual and Jester laughed along, though she didn't truly know why.

When they arrived they were separated from one another almost immediately. Jester was taken to a room where her weapons, boots and anything other than her clothes were taken from her before she was shut inside and left in the silence. A few moments later a large burly looking woman entered the room with a straight jacket in her hand. She dropped the straight jacket on the table and raised her eyebrows at the clown in front of her.

"Drop your pants and bend over." demanded the burly woman, a stern look on her face.

"I beg your pardon, you know I really don't swing that way," said Jester with a giggle.

"I've been ordered to give you a cavity search, so we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Jester began to cackle but the woman seemed undisturbed by the insanity and simply moved closer. Jester stopped laughing as she realised this woman was not kidding.

Jester thrashed and screamed but she was held face down on the table by the enormous woman, and as her hands began their search, a new kind of scream escaped Jester's lips. Somewhere across the Asylum, Joker heard and his insides turned.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 6 years ago

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Rocking the Boat 4

A/n: AU Story that doesn’t go by the show

Link to Chapter 3

Words: 1,755

Pairings: Gabriel/Reader, Dean/Cas

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You slowly got off of Gabriel the moment that you heard your father’s voice in the kitchen. Gabriel sighed. This was the last thing that he was expected! He didn’t expect Dean and Cas to show up anywhere the two of you were for a long time! Gabriel half expected Dean to pop out of the kitchen and start trying to shoot him.

“Sugar…”

Gabriel said your name softly. The protective lover in him was ready to go into the other room and beat the ever loving hell out of Cas and Dean. He had spent the better part of the last 6 months trying to convince you that what happened between your family wasn't your fault! The few times he did see you cry it made something dark in Gabriel stir back to existence.

You, meanwhile, walked into the kitchen. Dean had his back to you while Sam hadn’t moved from his place by the table. You tried to be happy to see your dad in one piece. Dean looked okay.

The next thing that you knew a set of arms was around you. Your face was smashed into a broad chest. Without even having to look you knew that it was Cas.

“Y/n! We have been so worried about you!”

Dean turned around to see Cas clinging to you like boa constrictor hugging a mouse.

“Cas, she needs to breathe.”

Dean’s eyes rolled up to see Gabriel in the doorway looking concerned. Of course, Gabriel was there! Why would he not be? Dean reached down to his jacket. He knew that he had an angel blade in there somewhere. Dean wanted to make Gabriel feel as miserable as he had for the past six months! Gabriel wouldn’t understand anyway! He didn’t have a daughter that used to depend on him for everything suddenly snatched away!

Cas reluctantly let go of you. You took a deep breath of air before looking back to the angel. He was looking at you with heartbroken eyes.

“Y/n, you are okay!”

Gabriel snorted.

“I wasn’t going to cook her up and eat her.”

Dean growled.

“I don’t want to know what the fuck you were going to do!”

You immediately held your hands up.

“Stop! I am not listening to this!”

Cas turned his attention to Dean. This was the last thing that they had agreed to! On the way to Bobby’s, Cas made Dean promise that if Gabriel was still with you then Dean would try to be civil. This was not being civil and if definitely would get their daughter back!

Dean sighed, seeing that disapproving expression on Cas’ face. You, meanwhile, was talking quietly to Gabriel.

“Come on, Gabe. Let’s just get out of here. This was a waste of 5 minutes. Good to see you too, dad.”

You muttered and grabbed a hold of Gabriel’s jacket to tug him out with you. So much for ever seeing you dads in a good way again! You would probably just spend the rest of your life avoiding them as much as possible!

“Wait, we just got here!”

Cas said in a desperate tone. You didn’t turn back to Cas.

“Yeah, see you in another 6 months for another 5 minutes. Later!”

Gabriel wput his arm around you so you couldn’t walk off.

“Honey.”

He said softly. Gabriel resisted the urge to tell you that you totally reminded him of Dean at the moment. That would probably result in him not getting laid for a week.

Dean meanwhile, was busy being quietly lectured by Cas. Both Cas and Gabriel met each other’s gaze before they lightly shoved Dean and yourself together. You didn’t meet your father’s gaze and he didn’t meet yours.

“It’s time that we settle this.”

Cas said, clearly annoyed. Gabriel groaned.

“This is a bunch of bull shit.”

Dean focused his attention on Gabriel.

“If you wouldn't have kept your dick in your pants then none of this would have happened. Go screw someone else’s daughter! You aren’t supposed to love humans anyway.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“Well, don’t you sound a bit hypocritical? Aren’t you dating Cas?”

Dean blinked a few times. Damn it! His brilliant plan backfired! Gabriel smiled.

“”Y/n! Quick! Get the camera! He is speechless”

Dean frowned.

“If my kid wasn’t between us...I shoot you!”

Gabriel started laughing hard.

“After you shoot me...what are your plans? Do you think that you are going to kill me, Winchester? You big oaf...you really are all brawn and no brains!”

“I’ll show you all brawn and no brains...you little winged douche bag!”

Cas sighed and focused his attention on your face. You stood between Dean and Gabriel looking extremely conflicted. Cas had half expected you to join the argument. When you didn’t, Cas was genuinely surprised. You were clearly devoted to Gabriel but you were still your father’s daughter.

“Can we just stop?”

You finally said. Gabriel immediately closed his mouth. Dean, however, wasn’t about to give up.

“Gabriel, if you wouldn’t have turned up and wrecked everything...things would be fine.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“You don’t want to face the fact that your daughter has grown up! Face it, Dean, if it wasn’t me it would be someone. You are just mad because it's me. Quit being a horrible father and let your daughter be happy.”

Dean growled and began to go toward Gabriel.

“Horrible father?! What do you know about being a horrible father?!”

“Dad! Gabriel! Stop!”

You squealed and tried wiggle back between the two of them. It was a stupid decision but you weren’t thinking You were more worried about getting Dean away from Gabriel. If Gabriel was pushed too hard, he was more than capable of really hurting Dean.

“Dean! Gabriel! Please!”

You weren't for sure which one it was but someone shoved you away. Trying to regain your balance didn’t work as well as you planned. You fell to the floor hard!

“Ow!”

You whimpered and held your wrist. Both froze at that word. Gabriel quickly bent down and took your wrist into his hand.

“You sprained your wrist. Hold on, sugar.”

He placed a soft kiss to your hand to heal the wound. You smiled as he slowly pulled you back up to your feet.

“Dean, Gabriel...can we please just stop?”

Dean looked at you like you smacked him with a broom.

“Dean? You just called me Dean?”

You nodded.

“Yeah. That's your name...unless you have gone and changed it in the past 6 months.”

Dean scowled

“The name is dad.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and went to stand beside Gabriel.

“I would call you dad but dads don’t LEAVE THEIR DAUGHTERS!”

You screamed the least part making everyone but Gabriel in the room jump. Gabriel reached out and gently rubbed your shoulder. Dean’s mouth dropped.

“I never planned on leaving you! You and that archangel left before I had a chance to talk to you! You have been ignoring me for the past 6 months!”

You rolled your eyes, not about to back down. If there was one thing that you got from Dean it was your temper. You motioned to Cas.

“Both of you just walked out! That is the problem with this family! We don’t talk about things! We just bottle shit up until it explodes! Gabriel is right. If it wasn’t him it would be someone else! New flash! I am not a little girl anymore! I love Gabriel and he loves me.”

Before Dean could respond the door opened and Jack came running in.

“Dean, Cas...I found something neat about ...oh hello!”

Jack said cheerfully meeting your gaze. You frowned. Who the hell was this? Whoever he was smiled at you and waived.

“You must be Y/n. I’m Jack.”

You nodded, raising an eyebrow. Whoever he was resembled Cas in a lot of ways!

“Uh...yeah.”

Your attention turned to Gabriel’s whose mouth was hanging open. His attention was on Dean.

“Are you serious?”

Dean’s attention was focused on Gabriel. He expected Gabriel to react this way when he learned that he had a nephew. If Gabriel took it well, Dean would have been totally surprised!

“Yep. It's what you see.”

“What?”

You asked. Gabriel motioned to Jack, who's eager smile fell.

“He’s a nephilim! Lucifer’s kid!”

Jack pressed his lips together. He was about to tell Gabriel how happy that he was to see him. Jack decided not to say anything at this point. You, meanwhile, felt your mouth drop.

“Oh...wow.”

Cas sighed.

“Gabriel, Y/n...this isn’t what it seems. We are keeping Jack safe. We are his family now. He is very young and needs all of the support that he can get.”

Gabriel’s eyes met yours. He didn’t even have to read your mind to know what you were thinking…

“He needs your support? HE NEEDS YOUR SUPPORT?!! What about your own child?! Am I chopped liver?! I needed you both too but you both left me!”

You snorted and focused your attention on Dean.

“Well, it looks like you got that son that you always wanted. Congratulations.”

You didn’t wait for Dean or Cas to reply before turning and walking out of the room. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Good job, you two. I’ll go talk to her.”

Gabriel turned and walked in the direction that you had gone. Cas and Dean looked at each other with matching scowls.

“Jack, I said to give us time to talk to her.”

Jack shrugged.

“It has been over an hour. I figured that you had enough time to talk to her. Did I do something wrong?”

Dean shook his head.

“No, kid. You didn’t do anything wrong. I am just a crappy father.”

Dean turned and walked out onto the porch for some air.

Meanwhile...

You sat on the bed looking at your feet with wide eyes. Never in a million years did you expect this to happen. Maybe you were being childish by being jealous. Dean and Cas were doing their jobs by protecting the kid. That didn’t stop you from feeling all the more abandoned though. You needed your dads too and they were off playing house with the son of Satan!

Right away, you didn’t sense any evil in the kid. The poor thing looked like a sweetheart. Jack didn’t deserve your venom but you were shocked. Maybe you could apologize later and explain the way things were. He deserved a shot, right? Anyone deserved a chance! If you didn’t give Jack a chance it would be just like Dean not giving Gabriel a chance.

You wanted to show Dean that you were different than him. There were so many shared traits but it was time to show the differences!

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write-havoc · 6 years ago

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Of Sons and Daughters Ch. 3

Summary: Arthur is tasked by Dutch to watch over a young woman who had just lost the last member of her family she had left. That young woman just so happens to be the daughter that Dutch told no one else about.

This is a non canon AU with no major spoilers

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, PG 13 smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlist in my bio

With Emmeline and Arthur getting closer over the days they’ve spent together, Arthur decides to treat her a little bit.

“You wanna go for a ride with me?” Arthur asks as they eat breakfast early in the morning.

“A ride? Where to?”

“Don’t know. Anywhere, I guess. You said you ain’t left this land since you was a kid. Ain’t ya bored of it?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Isn’t it dangerous out there?”

“Can be,” he answers. “But it ain’t so dangerous that you gotta stay cooped up here your whole life. ‘Sides, I ain’t gonna let anything happen to ya.”

She thinks it over. Her lips pull up to a smile as she comes to her decision. “I think I would enjoy going for a ride with you.”

“You got any pants to wear? I’d rather you ride with me and I don’t want all that fabric from a dress gettin’ in the way.”

“Oh, uh... Me and Mama used to wear pants sometimes when we worked. I still got some in my chest.” She goes into her room and finds a pair of brown pants and a gray blouse to put on. Since it’s warm out, she doesn’t bother to grab a coat to wear.

Arthur, on the other hand, gets dressed in his usual outfit, a blue everyday shirt, brown pants, and his leather jacket. Complete with hat, of course.

Not long after, they mount Sparrow with Arthur in the saddle and Emmeline behind him. She holds onto his waist as they head down the trail and onto the main road.

The trees give way to more open space, allowing Emmeline to look over all the land that she’s never really seen before. Off to her left, deer graze in an expanse of grass. To her right, rocks jut out from the earth as the land rises into cliffs. She’s examining the bluffs when Arthur gets her attention.

“Look over there,” he throws his arm out to the left, pointing off to the soft rolling hills. A small herd of bison is grazing lazily in the warm sunshine.

“Oh, wow,” Emmeline breathes out in wonder. “They’re so big!”

“Yeah. We don’t wanna get much closer. Don’t want them to get spooked and stampede on us.”

“No. That doesn’t sound very good.”

They continue on until they come to a river. Arthur follows it up stream a ways until good sized waterfall comes into view. He directs Sparrow to the shore then dismounts, helping Emmeline down after.

She looks up at the feature. “This is beautiful.”

“Follow me up here, Miss Emmeline.”

She turns to Arthur, seeing that he’s moving along the rocks up toward the side of the falls. She goes to him, watching her steps as she climbs up the rocks to him. When she gets to a bigger one, Arthur holds his hand out to help her along. She gladly takes it and steps up closer to him.

“Are we going in the water?” she asks in confusion as they get close to the water rushing over the cliff.

“No.” He holds his arm out, prompting her to go ahead of him. “Just trust me.”

She nods and squeezes past him to step closer to the falls. She sees an opening behind the rushing water and moves forward into the small cave behind the waterfall.

“Oh my.” She turns back to Arthur, who is now in the small space with her. “How did you know this was here?”

He chuckles a little. “A treasure map lead me here.”

“A treasure!” she calls out excitedly.

“It was just the first part, I guess.” He shrugs. “Only found another map and a few bucks.”

“You have another treasure map?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, let’s find the next treasure!”

“I don’t know, Miss Emmeline.” He scratches the back of his neck. “That map could lead anywhere. Might even be a few day’s ride from here.”

“I suppose you’re right.” She shrugs a shoulder in concession. “It sounds very adventurous, though. Looking for buried treasure,” she says with a smile.

“It’s mostly trekking out to the middle of nowhere and almost falling off a mountain.”

She giggles a little. “That doesn’t exactly sound too fun, I suppose.”

He sits down on the ground and starts to rummage in his satchel, producing some salted meat. “I like this place.” He holds the food out to her and she takes it, sitting along side him. “I like the sound of the water,” he mentions as he looks out through the falls.

She studies his face as he speaks then looks out as well. “I like it, too. I’ve read about mighty rivers carving the land, but I’ve never seen a waterfall before.”

He chuckles a little. “This ain’t exactly a mighty river, but it’s still nice. Up north there’s the tallest waterfall I ever seen.”

“Really?” She looks over to him. “Will you take me there?”

He turns to her. “Someday, maybe. It’s quite a ride.”

She nods and takes a bite of the food in her hand. “Have you travelled all around here, Mr. Morgan?”

“Mostly, I guess. I’ve been sent around doing all sorts of things for all sorts of people.”

She smiles at him. “You’re a jack of all trades.”

He gets a little bashful. “I don’t know about that. Mostly I’m just good for-“ he stops himself from saying ‘shooting folk’, “-heavy lifting,” he settles on.

“I don’t doubt you’re good at that, Mr. Morgan.” She chuckles. “Not with all those muscles,” she adds innocently.

“Aw...” He looks away and scratches at the back of his neck as he feels his cheeks heat up.

“But I don’t think that’s all you’re good for, Mr. Morgan. Surely.”

He looks at her for a moment, meeting her friendly gaze before looking away. He had never been good at taking a compliment. “We should get going.” He starts to stand, helping Emmeline up after.

They get back on Sparrow and follow the main road until they see a road sign pointing in the direction they’re headed.

Emmeline reads the faded word painted on the wood. “We’re headed to Valentine?”

“Yep. I’m gon’ show you there’s nothing to be afraid of there.”

“Oh. Okay,” she replies nervously.

“You ever been to the theater?”

“No. I’ve read some plays before, though.”

“I meant like a... like a moving picture show.”

“Oh no, Mr. Morgan. Nothing like that.”

“They got a theater tent in Valentine. We can see what’s playing when we get there.”

That brings a smile to her face. “That sounds wonderful, Mr. Morgan.”

As they come upon the town, Arthur slows Sparrow to a trot. Emmeline takes in the sights of people going about their days. They pass a couple of women leaving the doctor’s office. The gunsmith is on the other side of the road with men having a conversation on the porch. There are voices from the saloon drifting out into the streets, signifying the boisterous atmosphere contained inside. Further down on the corner, several men are working to build what looks like a new store.

The town is bustling with life, the people seemingly content to go about their lives. It’s in contrast with how Emmeline’s mother had described it. She had made it seem that it would be likely that you’d get attacked just by walking on the street. But Emmeline doesn’t have much time to think of that because Arthur hitches Sparrow after dismounting and holds his arms out to help Emmeline down.

“Theater’s down the road,” he says as he sets her on her feet and turns in that direction.

She follows along closely, not wanting to get too far away from him. A kindly older man walks past them and nods a greeting.

“Mister,” Arthur greets back with a tip of his hat.

“This place isn’t so bad, I guess,” Emmeline comments, though she still wouldn’t want to wander around alone.

Arthur walks up to the ticket man in front of the theater tent. “Can I get two tickets?” he asks.

“Sure,” the man replies. “But the next show ain’t for twenty minutes yet.”

“That’s fine.” Arthur pays the money and turns back to Emmeline. “Looks like we got some time to kill. Come on.” He leads her back into town and to the general store.

The clerk nods his head at the pair. “Afternoon, mister. Nice to see you again,” he greets. “This your lady?”

Arthur looks back to Emmeline and then to the clerk, unsure of what to say. “I work for her father.” He catches his mistake the second he says it. “I mean her uncle .”

The clerk doesn’t seem to care either way. “Alright. Well, the catalog’s here if you wanna look through it.”

Thankfully for Arthur, Emmeline doesn’t notice the exchange; she’s too busy looking at the chocolates. “Can I get one of these?”

Arthur goes over to her and grabs two, along with some oat cakes for the horses. After paying, they walk back outside and sit on the porch to wait for the show to start.

“You know,” Emmeline starts, “we ain’t never had much money for things like these.” She points to the chocolate. “Even when my pa was alive. He worked hard to grow our food. And he’d go out every day to hunt animals for meat, too. We only had a little bit of money for anything else and we mostly saved that for medicine we’d need when we was sick. When pa died, things got even worse. Mama didn’t know how to hunt, so we just ate what we grew for a while. We got pretty skinny then.” She hangs her head as she remembers. “But then mama said she found us some money. That’s when she started buying meat for supper. Things was better after that.”

Arthur nods at her story, putting it together that the money that her mother had “found” must’ve been what Dutch had left them. It makes him realize that Emmeline and her mother were actually pretty dependent on that money and that they may have starved without it.

He comes to the realization that he might have to do more for Emmeline to get her ready to live on her own when he leaves. Unless Dutch is willing to come up with some story to keep leaving her money without telling her he’s her father.

After wasting a little bit more time, they go back over to the theater tent and take their seats. As they watch “Manflight,” they eat their chocolates.

Emmeline has never seen anything like this before, so she’s transfixed by It. Arthur has unfortunately seen this particular movie before, but he doesn’t let on to her. He rather enjoys seeing her smile and laugh at what is being projected on screen. More than once, she catches him looking at her instead of the screen, but she doesn’t think much of it. She just smiles and puts her attention back on the movie.

As they exit and walk back into town side by side, Arthur asks, “Did you like it?”

“It was rather silly,” she replies. “But very entertaining. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would shoot themselves out of a canon as a means of travel, though.”

“Probably not.” He chuckles. “Why don’t we get something to eat before we head home.”

“Okay.”

They head off to the saloon, which is already pretty rowdy, even though the sun has yet to set.

“Why don’t you sit at that table,” Arthur suggests as he points to the only empty table. “I’ll get us both some stew.”

She nods and sits down where he indicated. As Arthur leans against the bar, his back toward Emmeline, waiting for the food, she can’t help but notice the form of his body. No other man in the bar is shaped quite like him. Some are just as big in the shoulders, but they’re also big in the gut, too. The man directly to Arthur’s left is so skinny he’s absolutely dwarfed by Arthur. The man to his right is not much better, making it seem like Arthur is a giant. Emmeline can’t help but compare the men and comes to the opinion that she much rather prefers Arthur’s form to any other.

As Arthur turns back to her with the bowls in his hands, she suddenly feels guilty for looking at him like that. It’s not polite to leer, especially for a young woman like herself.

“You okay, Miss Emmeline?” he asks as he sets the bowl in front of her and takes his own seat.

“Yes, Mr. Morgan.” She takes a spoonful of the stew into her mouth as she avoids his gaze.

They get back on the road headed home just as the sun starts to set. With the sky darkening, the temperature drops and Emmeline finds herself cuddling more into Arthur for warmth.

“You okay back there,” he throws over his shoulder when he feels her start to tense.

“I’m fine. Just cold.”

He slows Sparrow then stops her. “Here.” He leans forward and takes off his jacket, handing it back to her. “Put this on. I should’ve had you bring one yourself. Or not kept you out so late.”

“Thank you.” She puts on his coat and lets out a contented sigh at its warmth. “But won’t you get cold.”

“Aw, I’ll be fine.”

Before he can set off again, Emmeline opens the coat up and tries to put it around him as much as she can while she hugs onto his back and wraps her arms around his torso.

“There. It’s not much, but maybe it’ll keep you a little warm this way, too,” she says.

He clears his throat at the contact. He can feel the warmth of her skin seeping in to his own through the two thin layers of their shirts. That warmth somehow travels to his chest and to his belly, awakening butterflies to flutter around in his stomach. It’s not exactly a wanted feeling at this point in his life, so he shakes his head, trying to get rid of it and spurs Sparrow into a gallop.

When they get home it’s starting to get late, so both of them say goodnight and turn in. Not too long after they both fall asleep, a storm erupts outside, waking them. Arthur listens for a minute or two, gaging whether or not he should be worried. The storm seems fairly bad, but not the worst he’s been through. He had checked on the horses before he went to bed, so they should be good. And the house is in fairly good condition; it should weather the storm just fine. With nothing really to worry about, Arthur closes his eyes to go back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Emmeline sits bolt upright at the first thunderclap. She had always been afraid of storms, running into her parents’ room as a kid to escape. Even after her father died, she’d still seek comfort in her mother whenever there was thunder and lightning. As she grew older, she realized that was childish. Even though she stopped running to her mother for comfort, the storms still made her anxious. Now that her mother is gone, though, that anxiety comes back tenfold.

After sitting there for several minutes, she gets out of bed, wraps herself in her blanket, and leaves her room. She walks up to Arthur’s door and softly knocks.

“Arthur?” she calls out. When she doesn’t get an answer, she starts to open his door.

The creaking of someone stepping into his room wakes him up. He opens his eyes and sees Emmeline walking towards him with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“Miss Emmeline?” he croaks out and pulls his blanket up more to cover himself from her.

“It’s storming,” she says quietly.

“I know,” he replies. That fact is obvious, so he’s not sure what she’s really doing.

“Can I sleep in here?”

He’s confused. “You wanna sleep in here?”

A sudden loud thunderclap makes Emmeline jump and Arthur finally realizes what’s going on.

“You afraid of the storm?”

She nods.

“Uh.” He fiddles with his blanket in nervousness. “I ain’t exactly dressed, Miss Emmeline.”

There’s another clap of thunder and Emmeline practically jumps into bed with Arthur on top of his blanket. She cuddles into his side and buries her face into his chest.

“Whoa there,” he calls out, unsure of how to proceed with this. After a few moments, he wraps his arms around her. “It’s gon’ be fine,” he coos as he rubs his hand over her arm.

His deep voice rumbles in his chest underneath her ear. She finds it soothing, as well as distracting against the storm raging outside.

“Will you keep talking?” she asks, hoping it will keep her calm.

“‘Bout what?”

“Anything.”

“Well...” He clears his throat trying to think of what to talk about. “I once found some sorta stone Viking burial in the ground up north. Got myself a fine helmet outta it.”

“Keep talking,” she whispers when he pauses.

“Up in the mountains, I found a woman’s face carved into the rock,” he starts. “And the man the did it,” he mutters, not wanting to elaborate that the man had hung himself. “There’s a lot of weird stuff out there if you start to look for it.”

As he continues to talk about his non-criminal adventures, he feels her slowly relax. When her breaths turn deep and even, puffing across his chest, he knows she’s asleep. He stays awake for a while, just enjoying the feel of sharing his bed with someone again. Not that he hasn’t had women in his bed in a while, but it wasn’t like this. It wasn’t soft and tender or caring. It was just him relieving some stress with a willing participant every once in a while.

The next morning, Arthur awakes before Emmeline. During the night, she had gotten more comfortable, her arm is splayed across his torso and her leg is bent, resting atop his thighs. He manages to urge her away from him gently enough so she doesn’t wake up and rises from the bed. Since he’s stark naked, he gathers his clothes quickly and rushes out of the room to actually put them on in case she would wake up and see him.

He decides to go out hunting for the day. After leaving a note saying what he’s doing, he heads out looking for some deer. Before he can get too involved in that, he takes a rest by a tree and pulls his journal out.

Took Miss Emmeline out yesterday. I figured she could use a change of scenery. I also wanted to show her that Valentine ain’t such a scary place. When I go back to camp, she’s gonna have to fend for herself and that means heading to the store and the butcher’s on her own. I think I might try to teach her how to hunt so she won’t have to buy the meat. Maybe I’ll teach her to fish, too, though I ain’t much good at it. That little creek just outside the house leads to a nice pond full of fish. I should buy Miss Emmeline a pole.

Before we went into town, I showed her that spot I like behind Cumberland Falls. She seemed to enjoy it, too. I mentioned the treasure map I found there and she wanted to go out searching for riches. I said maybe, though I’m not sure If I want to take her all across this country treasure hunting. This place can be dangerous and I’d never forgive myself for getting her hurt.

We saw a picture show in Valentine. I had seen it before, but I confess, I wasn’t much watching it this time. I rather liked seeing Miss Emmeline enjoying herself as she watched the show. Silly as it was, she had a good time.

Got woken up last night by thunder, then by Miss Emmeline coming into my room. Seems she’s afraid of storms. I comforted her as best I could, since she got right in bed with me and I had no choice, really. I told her I was naked, but it seems that wasn’t much of a deterrent. She made me tell her stories until she fell asleep.

I must admit, maybe I enjoyed having her next to me in bed more than I should have. For a moment, I thought of what it might be like to make that permanent. To start up something with her. But I ain’t a good man. Especially not good enough for her. She deserves a man like her father. Well, not her real father, not Dutch. But like Mr. Turner, the good, honest man who raised her even though he knew she wasn’t blood. She don’t need an outlaw like me.

Regardless, Emmeline needs someone right now, so it might as well be me. I don’t trust nobody else not to take advantage of her, innocent as she is. She ain’t got much that someone could swindle her out of, but any other man might do even worse than taking her money. Men like Micah. I would never let him anywhere near her.

He sketches the waterfall he took her to and then her smiling face. Once he’s done, he closes his journal and puts it back in his satchel with a sigh. He goes back over to Sparrow and gives her a nice pat on the neck.

“I’m just an old fool, girl.” he says to Sparrow before getting back in the saddle to find the deer to hunt.

#Of Sons and Daughters #writehavoc Of Sons and Daughters #Arthur Morgan / Original Female Character #Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character #Arthur Morgan / OC #Arthur Morgan x OC #Arthur Morgan #Red Dead Redemption 2 #Red Dead Redemption #writehavoc writes

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takaraphoenix · 7 years ago

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Phoe’s Advent Calendar: Day 22

So short before the holidays, today’s my last day of classes before break and I hope you guys are enjoying that too! This one was prompted by @rokutsubasa61, I hope you enjoy it. ;3

Title: Advent Calendar Project – Roommate-Shenanigans

Fandom: Disney/DreamWorks

Disclaimer: All rights concerning the movies reserved to DreamWorks/Disney respectively. 'Guardians of Childhood' is property of William Joyce. 'How To Train Your Dragon' is property of Cressida Cowell. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Warnings: shounen-ai, fluff, cuddles, dorks in love, matchmaking, shoujo-ai

Main Pairing: Hiccup/Jack

Side Pairing: Merida/Moana

DreamWorks Characters: Jackson Overland | Jack Frost, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Disney Characters: Merida DunBroch, Moana Waialiki

Summary: Merida and Moana are a happy couple and they're determined to give their respective best friends a push into the right direction.

Links: FFNet | AO3

Roommate-Shenanigans

Moana Waialiki was happy. She had never been as happy as she was since she started college. Classes were engaging, she was finally out of home – no more overbearing father trying to protect her from the dangers of the world and also a chance to get away from the place filled with happy memories about her passed grandmother. Then, Moana made her first by now best friend; Jack Overland. The best thing however was her beautiful, cunning and free-spirited girlfriend – Merida DunBroch. Merida was a force to be reckoned and the two girls instantly hit it off after they met. They had actually met through Jack, because Jack's roommate was Merida's best friend.

"They would be so cute together", whispered Merida into Moana's ear.

The two of them were walking back toward the dorms with their respective best friends. While Merida and Moana were holding hands, Jack and Hiccup were bickering and joking around. Moana had to agree with her girlfriend; Jack and Hiccup looked good together. And Moana knew for a fact that Jack had the hugest crush on Hiccup, thinking the tinkering dork was adorable (it was totally obvious from the heart-eyed expression Jack offered every time Hiccup started geek-rambling).

"Okay. How about a little push?", whispered Moana mischievously.

"Always down for your plans, Mo", grinned Merida eagerly.

Moana pressed a finger to her lips as she grinned and ducked down to gather up snow. Merida caught on and copied her girlfriend, both of them forming snowballs. The next second, Jack and Hiccup were hit in the heads by snowballs. The two boys yelped and whirled around, staring at the girls in utter betrayal. They turned to exchange a quick look and then, as one, retaliated. A full-blown snowball-war broke out between the boys and the girls until they were all soaking wet and exhausted. Jack was laughing, a ringing and carefree sound, as he collapsed on the ground. Nothing got the white-haired boy as happy as playing in the snow. It was weird, he was the total opposite of Moana in that aspect, because Moana was a full-on summer girl and she had already made Merida, Jack and Hiccup promise they'd take a trip to the beach once spring rolled around fully.

"...What the hell are you doing, Jack?", asked Moana doubtfully.

He was swinging his arms and legs up and down on the ground. "Snow angels, Mo. Don't tell me you've never made snow-angels before! It's fun."

"I'm from a tropical island, brah. We don't have snow", snorted Moana amused.

But she obeyed and copied Jack and so did Hiccup and Merida. The four of them must have made for an odd picture, laying sprawled out in the snow and flapping their arms and legs like that. But once they got up, Moana saw what Jack had been getting at. It looked pretty cool.

"Okay, enough playing in the cold. I need a hot shower and warm clothes", declared Moana.

"I'll come with you", chimed Merida, grabbing Moana's arm. "So we can get hot chocolate after."

"You just wanna steal my warmest, most comfortable sweater", accused Moana with a deadpan.

"Well, yes. That too. But you love me, so there's that", grinned Merida, kissing Moana's cheek.

Jack chuckled fondly as he watched the girls leave before making his way back with Hiccup to their own dorm-room. Shedding and dumping his wet jacket, Jack started kicking off his soaked pants and peeling off his wet shirt. He yelped as suddenly, warm arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close against a broad chest. He smiled a little when Hiccup kissed his neck.

"I'm about ninety percent sure that Meridana are trying to set us up", whispered Hiccup.

"First: Stop calling them Meridana. I swear, Rapunzel is not a good influence on you", snorted Jack. "Second: They've been trying to set us up for three weeks now, dork."

"...Really?", asked Hiccup surprised, kissing along Jack's shoulders.

Jack reached out for the fluffy towels, handing one to Hiccup and trying to dry himself off as best as he could. "You're so oblivious, Hics. I love that about you, but if I hadn't asked you out, you would still be staring at me like a love-sick puppy from across the room."

"Not true, Jackson", chided Hiccup, biting Jack's neck. "I still look at you like a love-sick puppy from across the room because you're adorable and I love looking at you."

"Sap", laughed Jack. "Now let me get dressed. I'm freezing."

Hiccup huffed and grabbed Jack's favorite hoodie to pull it over his boyfriend's head. Jack grinned pleased as he poked his head out of the blue hoodie. He leaned up onto his tip-toes to kiss Hiccup, wrapping his arms around Hiccup's neck. Hiccup in return wrapped his arms around Jack's waist.

"...So, you guys want to get hot chocolate with us, or are you okay with what you got?"

Jack and Hiccup bolted apart and stared wide-eyed at their very unimpressed best friends. Merida was wearing Moana's rose sweater that was about two sizes too large on the redhead and clashed with her fiery curls. Moana raised one eyebrow in a judgmental way.

"Boys. There something you wanna tell us?", asked Moana pointedly.

"We've been kind of dating for the past... uh... two months?", offered Hiccup sheepishly.

"Why wouldn't you tell me? I'm your best friend!", exclaimed Merida offended.

"At first, we were kind of just... fooling around. We ended up in bed drunk after a party", offered Jack. "We conveniently started hooking up. And then I asked Hiccup out a month ago. We... We weren't really sure if it'll work out. But by then the two of you were already really invested in us getting together – yeah, I noticed that. And I kind of didn't want to... disappoint you guys in case this failed. So. Yeah. We're kinda... dating."

"Wait. We didn't tell them because you don't think we'll work?", asked Hiccup stunned.

"I've never been in a proper relationship before", shrugged Jack red-cheeked. "I..."

"Oh. You think you... No. No, Jack, I love you, we're going to work out, babe", assured Hiccup gently, cupping Jack's cheek and making the white-haired boy look up at him. "We're going to work out. You're amazing and I love you and I love being with you."

Jack's blush darkened beautifully as he leaned in to kiss him. For a long moment, they got lost in each other, until the cooing around them got too loud to ignore and they remembered that they were in fact not alone in their room. Both their cheeks were dark-red as they turned once again toward the girls. Though this time Moana and Merida didn't look angry anymore. They looked happy.

"So we can finally go on double-dates, yes?", asked Merida excitedly.

Hiccup laughed as the girls got comfortable on Hiccup's bed to hear 'all the details'.

~*~ The End ~*~

#hijack #frostcup #jack frost #hiccup haddock #how to train your dragon (2010)#Rise of the Guardians (2012)#dreamworks #fluff #christmas fluff #merida dunbroch #moana waialiki #merida x moana #phoe's advent calendar project 2017 #fanfiction

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redvsvblue · 7 years ago

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Two Halves Of My Rainbow (3/?)

This got out of control. More of that Jerevinwood FBI agent soulmate AU.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, AO3

Ryan’s startled awake when a crash floods his headphones – it’s two days after his discovery and too much coffee and not enough sleep and god, he hasn’t fallen asleep at his desk since grade school, get your shit together, Haywood. The backseat of his car’s been treating him pretty decently, though, and his back doesn’t ache as much as he expected.

He wipes the drool from his mouth and hurriedly clicks over to the webcam screen again to see Gavin and Jeremy hastily opening drawers and bags and – and packing, it looks like, stuffing clothes into duffles and oh that’s definitely a gun.

“What about T?” Gavin asks.

“We’ll have to tell him later,” Jeremy says, panic high in his voice. “Fuck, fuck, we’re not gonna make it out of here, god - ”

“Hey, hey,” Gavin says sharply, pausing to grab Jeremy’s shoulders. “We’ll get out, okay? You know the plan, right?”

Jeremy nods and pulls Gavin in for a quick hug, their panting loud in Ryan’s ears.

“We fucked up, though, Gav, the cops – ”

“It happens, we made a mistake, let’s just bloody go,” Gavin replies, turning to continue packing.

Ryan’s fingers fly over the keyboard as he brings up Austin news – nothing. Jack shit nothing and he turns to the police database, slips in through the metaphorical backdoor in that technically-illegal way he’s not supposed to do, and through that and scraps of Gavin’s and Jeremy’s conversation, he figures out they’ve been caught. The police know their address, know their faces, there’s already a warrant in play and they are fucked unless they get out of there.

Which is what they’re doing.

Ryan’s torn between staying quiet like he’s technically supposed to and reporting this like he really really should, should storm into Kelly’s office right now – no, no, it’s ten p.m., most of the office is gone already, he remembers – should storm into Kelly’s house and call the Austin PD and give them all the information he has, including –

“Car’s got enough gas, right?”

“Should do.”

“Should?”

“It’s a thousand mile journey, Jeremy, I planned it as best I could!”

“Did you? Or did you fuck it up like last time - ”

“Oh shut up, Jeremy, you know that wasn’t my fault.”

A pause.

“Shit. Shit. ‘M sorry, Gav, I didn’t mean it, I’m just – I’m sorry - ”

“It’s okay,” Gavin sighs. He sounds tired. “It’s okay, I understand, let’s just – let’s just go, okay?”

There’s a crack in his voice that makes Ryan’s heart ache.

“...how long’s the trip?”

“Just over a day if we take shifts.”

“Are we stopping on the way?” Jeremy asks. There’s a silence.

“We can rest once we’re in Los Santos,” Gavin says quietly. “I don’t want to chance it before - ”

“Okay. Okay, Gav, that’s fine, I just wanted to know.”

“...thanks.”

“I love you, yeah? I understand.”

Including the fact that Ryan knows they’re headed to Los Santos. To him. Fuck.

Ryan should definitely report this. Should compile the recording and write it up and email it to all his higher-ups. Make the necessary phone calls. Alert the PD to this. Get a tracker on Gavin and Jeremy, get tails on them. Find their trail and hunt them down. Arrest them. Or worse, if they resist.

And they would resist, that Ryan can safely guess. Jeremy’s not the type to go in silently, Gavin’s not the type to let Jeremy go in by himself.

Ryan tells himself it’s because he doesn’t want to lose the newfound colour in his life if they – if they. If they don’t make it. He doesn’t want to go back to monochrome mornings and greyscale evenings.

That’s what he tells himself.

That’s his weak, weak excuse as he sits there. And watches. And does nothing. Pretends it’s because he wants to know when his tie matches his suit and when his phone’s flashing red.

The laptop is the last thing to get shut and packed away, and the last frame Ryan sees is of Jeremy’s panicked face.

Deleting the footage almost hurts.

The next 24 hours are the most nerve-wracking of Ryan’s life, tracking Jeremy’s invisible route to Los Santos and trying to figure out where they would be at any point after X hours of driving, after X number of possible rest stops, and he imagines them bickering about the radio and laughing about the other drivers.

He misses their voices.

It’s stupid, he knows, to miss the one-way voices of people he was merely assigned to watch, a permanent outsider to their bright, colourful lives, looking in on a vibrant fishbowl filled with all the shades of blueredpurplegreen that Ryan had been missing his whole life.

No one bothers him except for the worried glance Geoff casts his way.

Ryan just ducks his head and listens to the static.

Jeremy and Gavin are in Los Santos. They have to be, it’s been far more than a day, but when Ryan tracks the laptop again he find its coordinates in the Pacific Ocean.

So they’ve dumped the laptop. Unsurprising, really, but Ryan was holding onto a shred of hope that they wouldn’t.

Ryan’s damn near vibrating out of his skin where he is, just trapped at his desk and pretending he’s working when in reality he’s panicking. They’re here. They’re here and they’ll be another crime statistic added to the mile-long list and Ryan’ll probably be on the team to catch them if they’re bad enough – it’s been a while since Ryan’s been in the field, but he’ll still medically fit enough to be sent out.

Gavin and Jeremy are going to get themselves killed in Los Santos.

Ryan knows this with every fibre of his fucking being. It’s nothing like Austin, Los Santos. It’s skyscrapers and scenic sunsets and beaches and villas – and gritty alleyways and souped-up street races and cocaine deals in backstreet cafés and violent gang attacks in abandoned car parks. It’s nothing like the two-bit petty crime Gavin and Jeremy have been pulling in Austin.

Auto theft? Old news, barely even chased up anymore unless someone complains. Your fault for parking in the wrong spot.

Manslaughter? Just don’t piss off the wrong people.

And knowing Gavin and Jeremy, they’re going to piss off the wrong people.

Ryan doesn’t want to forget the colour of his eyes.

Ryan doesn’t want to unlearn the rainbow.

It feels strange, not driving to work at six-thirty on a Friday morning, feels stranger to still be in bed.

Not that Ryan’s slept much - overactive imagination, overthinking everything, but he pictures his empty desk and thinks determinedly that it’s going to stay empty.

He hasn’t formally resigned, but he’ll do something damn well close to it.

This time he kicks the covers off and doesn’t make the bed. Forgoes his boring array of suits and goes for the jeans and old T-shirt knocking around in the drawers, an old leather jacket an ex bought him. He frowns as he tugs at the shirt hem – he’s gotten softer around the middle in recent months, too much time at a desk and not enough in the field. Pushing those thoughts aside, he rakes a hand through his hair and looks at himself in the mirror. He’s imposing enough, he decides. And for once, the all-black isn’t from necessity, from not being able to match colours, it’s from choice.

It feels good. Freeing in a way that scares him a little.

Ryan tugs off the fake wedding ring and leaves it on the bedside table on his way out.

Ryan knows enough from being on the other side of the law to know the basics.

1. Leave no evidence.

2. Leave no evidence.

He pays for the mask with unmarked bills, gets himself a new pair of leather gloves while he’s at it. Fits the mask over his head and the gloves on his hands and feel something settle inside him, a sense of relief that at least he’s not as easily recognisable now.

It’s still too early to go poking around – barely even dusk, and after he’s spent all day securing burner phones and quietly erasing himself from the FIB database, he figures he deserves to grab a meal first.

He’s never had lunch at the pier, he thinks. It sounds like a good memory to make.

After dark is when Ryan starts the real work.

He should probably feel worse for just up and quitting his good, steady job, but all he feels is glad. Free of the government, free of Kelly, that itch in his palms and on the back of his neck finally allowed to break into action, into the aggression he can use to get his way.

He knows who to go to.

Ryan damn near kicks the door in on Diaz’s shitty little office, lodged between a laundromat and a Chinese takeaway place, to find it completely empty. He growls and glances around – no sign of any unusual disturbance, just as shabby as it’s always looked, simply no sign of Diaz anywhere.

Well. Ryan didn’t come all this way for nothing. He backs into into a corner and brandishes his gun, ready for whenever Diaz does return.

Only half an hour later, the door creaks open, and the moment it shuts behind Diaz, Ryan’s on him, yanking his arms behind his back and pressing him face-first into the wall, nudging his pistol against Diaz’s ribs in a threat as he kicks his legs open unsteadily wide.

“Jesus,” Diaz breathes, his cheek smushed into the door. Ryan growls and clamps his fingers tighter around Diaz’s wrists, grinding the bones together.

“Don’t scream,” Ryan warns. Diaz’s breath hitches and his head turns ever-so-slightly and -

“Ryan?” He asks. Ryan’s heart kicks up in his chest and when he doesn’t answer, Diaz’s head twists more.

“How did you know?” Ryan asks, knows that’s just giving himself away, but he has to know. Diaz laughs pleasantly.

“Oh dude, I remember you!” He says. “Shit man, why you cornerin’ me like this?”

A surge of guilt rises in Ryan and he lets Diaz’s wrists slip out of his grip, stepping back with a sheepish apology.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, tucking the gun away again as Alfredo turns around, slumping against the door. “I – I didn’t know you’d remember me.”

Alfredo studies him for a moment and shrugs, patting him on the shoulder on his way to his desk.

“It’s okay,” he says easily, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms. He frowns at Ryan and Ryan shoves his hands into his jacket pockets to hide his nerves. Fuck, he should’ve gotten body armour.

“You look different,” Alfredo notes. He winks. “I like it. Leather suits you.”

Ryan scoffs and Alfredo laughs, cocking his head a touch as he studies Ryan.

“So, what brings you here, Agent Haywood?” He asks. “I know it wasn’t just for my fashion opinion.”

“I need help,” Ryan says.

“Start from the beginning.”

Ryan swallows and looks off to the side, at the small pile of rifles nestled in the corner of Alfredo’s office.

“There isn’t one,” he says. “I just need a jumpstart.”

“A jumpstart? For what?”

“Let’s just say I’m not on the right side of the law anymore,” Ryan says carefully. “That’s all you need to know.”

“You want a reputation.”

“I want another life.”

Alfredo gives him a once-over, his eyes glittering with mischief.

“I think I know where to start.”

#ragehappy #jerevinwood #fanfic #mine #soulmate AU #my other #rainbow

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smol-and-grumpy · 5 years ago

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Lead Me Into Temptation

Pairing: Father!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Father Winchester didn't know what to expect when he showed up here. He also didn't know what he had gotten himself into when he agreed to bring her back to her parents. He certainly didn't expect that it would lead him down a road full of temptations.

Warnings: NSFW, lap dancing, grinding, dry humping

WC: 2597

A/N: This is a re-post. It has two parts but I only edited the first one for now.

“Hey, Y/N. There’s someone asking for you,” Jo announces.

Her co-worker has just finished her routine and walks into the dressing room in nothing but a thong and her high heels.

Y/N freshens up her makeup after her set and is about to get ready to face the people and make her rounds. She finishes applying her lipstick, presses her lips together before she asks, “Who’s asking for me?”

She kind of hopes that it would be one of her regulars. Maybe Jack, because that dude pays extra all the time and he pays for access to the champagne room on a regular basis. She sure could use the money because her rent was due two days ago and she couldn’t make the deadline. Thankfully she could convince her landlord to wait with the collection until after the weekend. She hopes that she can make enough to at least have some extra cash for other necessities, too.

Jo’s clasping her bikini top back around her body, “He’s...uh… a priest? Do you know a priest? Will he show you the light?”

Y/N can’t help but notice the mocking tone in Jo’s voice, but she ignores it. Instead, she rolls her eyes and sighs.

Fuck.

Jo smiles and steps up next to her to look at her own reflection in the mirror, “He looks delicious, Y/N. Is he a real father or does he just like to role play one?” There’s a playful glint in her co-worker’s eyes.

Now her eye rolling is directed at Jo, and her co-worker chuckles.

There’s only one priest she knows and yes, he does look delicious, can’t lie about that. But. Because there’s a but. There’s always a but! He’s her priest for god’s sake! Or rather was. He was her priest until she decided to run away from home.

That was what? Two years ago? She just couldn’t take living under the same roof with her overbearing, over-religious parents anymore. The last straw was that they forbade her from going to college. That was when she knew that she had to leave.

Sure, it was maybe not her best decision to work as a stripper, but at least she could attend community college by day and earn her money to get by on weekends, and every other week nights.

So, Father Winchester is here and she bets that it’s all her parents fault. They probably went to him everyday until that poor priest had had enough of their whining and decided to come get her and bring her back.

Joke’s on him because she won’t be going back. Not if she has a say in this. She’s come so far without her parents. She’s the best in her class, majoring in law and maybe, just maybe, she’ll even get the chance of an internship during summer break. Perhaps she can even extend the internship, working and studying at the same time, she could then abandon stripping.

Y/N walks out of the dressing room and sashays towards the little reception desk of the strip club she’s working in. There’s a little desk where customers could book their girls and different rooms.

She makes eye contact with the people sitting around, flirts with some, winks on her way over, because she never knows who’s going to be the next big spender.

When her eyes trail to the desk, she can already spot him.

Father Dean Winchester.

He looks somewhat uncomfortable being here, she can see by his posture, the tense in his body. He also shifts around nervously on his bowlegs and if she didn’t know any better, she’d think that him acting all insecure was kind of cute.

But he’s also wearing the perfect suit with the white collar. Of course he wouldn’t drop that thing, not even here in this shady establishment where people like him probably never set foot in.

Y/N grins, wondering if there’s a joke that starts with A priest walks into a strip club. She shakes her head, laughing, thinks that there’s probably none.

She comes to stand next to him and gives him a courtesy nod, “Father,” She says in greeting and looks up into his eyes. They’re still as green as ever, even in this lighting. They don’t look like they always do, though, somehow, they look weary and tired.

“Y/N,” Father Winchester nods at her and pauses as he eyes her up and down, probably taking in the sight of her skimpy outfit that really might as well not be there.

“What are you doing here, Father? You want a dance?” She tries to be smug, grins cockily but she knows exactly why he’s here.

Father Winchester clears his throat, “Don’t act like you don’t know,” His voice is deep, “I’m here to bring you home. Your parents are worried,” She can hear out of his voice that he’s slowly but surely running out of patience. Maybe with her, maybe with her parents, who knows. His forehead is damp, probably sweating. She can also tell that he wants to be anywhere but here.

She bites back, “I’m sorry, but you came here unannounced, and frankly, I have to work,” She turns to the lady at the desk, “Ellen, any bookings for me?”

Ellen chuckles because she’s been watching the conversation, “Sorry hun, but nothing yet.”

“Oh, okay,” Y/N says, pouts a little. She needs at least two bookings this weekend if she wants to pay her damn rent.

She bites on her bottom lip and looks back to Father Winchester, “So, Father, if you’d excuse me, I need to work, the rent won’t pay itself.”

Turning around, she starts to walk away but Father Winchester’s hand reaches out, holding her back by her upper arm, “How much for a booking? I need to talk to you,” His gaze flickers from her to Ellen, “In private.”

Ellen smirks, “It’s $250 for thirty minutes, Father. Think you can afford that?”

Father Winchester looks back at Y/N, cocks an eyebrow, “How many bookings do you need to be able to pay your rent?”

“T-two,” Y/N answers, stutters a little because the grip on her arm hurts.

He notices that he might be hurting her, his hand letting her go, “I’ll take an hour then,” Father Winchester tells Ellen as he pulls out a bundle of cash from his pant pocket.

Ellen snorts out a laugh, “You have in cash?”

It doesn’t happen a lot that people pay in cash nowadays.

“I’m always prepared,” Father Winchester says impatiently, counts the money and slams in on the reception desk, “Are we good to go?”

“Hun, Room #3 is available,” Ellen turns to Y/N with a smile and she nods at the woman.

“Lead the way,” Father Winchester points his chin towards the rooms in the back, his hand is back on her shoulder, fingers digging hard, as if he’s afraid that she’ll go fucking Houdini on him.

The light is dim in the room, the music is playing softly through the speaker. It’s a nice change from the stage room. It’s less noisy, she likes to be here, enjoys the quiet it brings.

“Sit down,” Y/N instructs Father Winchester, lifts her chin towards the only chair in the room.

Father Winchester walks slowly over, but not without taking a look around first. He probably regrets booking it for a full hour now.

He sits down and clears his throat. She has the feeling that he’s nervous and it’s really cute. Unbuttoning his dress jacket, he makes himself as comfortable as he can, “We need to talk,” He says.

“I’m sorry, Father, you are here to talk, I am here to work.” She smirks, walks around to his back, her fingers trailing along his broad shoulders and he swallows hard.

“Listen, Y/N, your parents are really worried. They regre–”

She straddles his lap, her legs on either side of his and she grins as she watches Father Winchester choking on his own words.

Leaning forward, she presses her chest flush to his, and she trails her nose along his scruff, whispers into his ear, “Go on, Father,”

She leans back again, a smirk on her face. She can see that Father Winchester grips the armrest tight, his knuckles turning white as he tries to pull himself together.

“Your parents,” He says, and pauses, as if he needs time to compose himself, to remember picking right where he left off, “They regret not letting you you what yo–” Father Winchester lets out a whimper, his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip when she begins to move her hips and grind down on him.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Father Winchester hisses, and his hands fly to her hips, fingers digging into her flesh.

“Ah-ah,” She chuckles, “No further touching, Father. You can leave them on my hips, but that’s as far as you’re allowed to go,” She looks at him with amusement in her voice. The eyes that meet her are less amused. He frowns, tongue coming out to wet his lips.

He sighs after a while and pulls his hands away, placing them back on the arm rest. He’s trying his best not to give in, she can see that.

“So,” She whispers seductively, her hands around his neck, as she grinds on him harder, her fingers trailing down his body. Father Winchester is soft and muscular. She bites down on her bottom lip, “What are you saying, Father?”

Her hands leave his neck and she reaches back, unclasping her bra before she takes it off. His eyes are on her tits and he swallows hard. She can hear a weird noise that comes out of his throat.

“Y-you,” He says, closes his eyes for a brief moment before he opens them up again to look at her, “You can, uh, call me, Dean.”

The eyes that look at her while he says it are intense and maybe it’s the lightning but she thinks that they have gotten a shade darker.

“I prefer young people not addressing me as Father.”

Yeah sure, she thinks and grins.

She hooks her hands back behind his neck and starts to grind to the music.

After a while she leans down, her nose brushing at the shell of his ear as she whispers, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” She sits back up, winks at him and then she starts to feel herself up, cups her breasts, fingers twirling at her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and this time, she definitely hears a choked moan out of Dean’s throat.

“So, Y/N,” Dean starts to say again, “Your parents are really, ah..”

She feels his bulge growing bigger, and it’s definitely the right angle because it feels fucking good for her either. She grinds down harder, searches for friction.

“You were saying?” She’s breathing hard now, grinds some more, there’s something twitching underneath her.

“You’ve got to stop this,” Dean growls, his hands are back on her hips, nails digging into her skin, leaving shapes of crescent moons.

“I’m working, Dean. That’s what I do,” She has to moan out herself, it feels too good.

Y/N’s usually not the one who can let herself go when she dances for a client but this is something completely different. She’s never felt this good before.

Dean’s fingers are bruising her hips, she’s sure that he’ll leave a mark.

“So good, isn’t it, Father?”

She feels bold, her fingers reach his hand, takes them both and places them on her tits. He lets out another groan and his hips buckles.

“I thought there’s no touching,” He whispers, low and dark, as if it really matters.

“I’ll make an exception for you, Dean,” She winks and rolls her hips.

She’s awfully wet, is sure that she soils his pants.

“You… you should, ah… c-come home, please,” Dean tries to get the words past his lips, has to pause and moan in between and then he closes his eyes and he’s trying to breathe evenly.

“Oh,” She chuckles, “You said please.” She leans in then, her chest flush against his and buries her face into the crook of his neck. She takes in the scent of his cologne. Mixed with his musk it’s a deadly combination. It makes her light headed.

Dean’s arm is around her, his big palms splayed on her back, kneading and stroking her flesh. He breathes into the back of her neck, his lips on her shoulder. Not kissing, only resting. She can feel his scruff on her skin.

“Ah...” Dean squeezes his eyes shut while he pulls her closer.

She’s still moving, her breathing gets heavier, her toes start to curl. She’s so fucking close.

“So good, Father, isn’t it?” She moans into his neck. She can feel his heart beating out of his chest, his grip on her rough as he pulls her even closer.

“You’re so close, Father, I can feel it. Come on, come for me,” Y/N grinds faster and harder, coaxing moans out of her own mouth.

“Fu–, Y/N!” Dean growls before he seals his lips around her shoulder and sinks his teeth into her flesh as he creams his pants.

She’s so close either but she composes herself, stops grinding completely. She got what she wanted and it was time to stop.

Moving lazily on top of him, she waits for him to come down from his high. Dean’s lips are still on her shoulder and then he starts to suck at the patch of skin that bears his teeth mark.

“I’m sorry,” He pants, and pecks her shoulder, “I think this will leave a mark,”

Y/N laughs and gets up from his lap. Dean looks up at her, his cheeks are flushed.

“It’s okay, Father. Now please go.”

“Will you come back with me?” Dean asks and stands up either. He has to adjust his pants and now cling to him like second skin. She can imagine that he’s glad that they are black.

“No,” She says with a smirk, “I like my life, Father Winchester. I’m going to college. I have a bright future.”

“I’m afraid I can’t leave you here,” His hand threads through his hair and then he pinches at his nose.

“Why?”

“I promised your parents that I’ll come back with you. And I always keep my promises, Y/N.” He walks closer, is now standing inches from her. He looks a little intimidating, he’s broad and big but she isn’t one who’s scared easily.

“What does that mean,” She asks, a glint of playfulness in her eyes.

He puts his hands in his pant pockets and sighs, “I’ll do anything to get you back.”

“Anything?” She frowns and lifts her eyebrows.

“Anything,” Dean smirks a little now, too, and then his hands come up and he takes off the white collar before he proceeds to shrug himself off his jacket, “We still have more than half the time left for the room and I’ve come this far already – in more ways than other,”

She laughs and he has to chuckle himself.

“Just tell me how I can get you to come back with me and I’ll do it.”

“Oh, Father,” She smiles cockily, “The way to get me back is perilous and it leads to things you don’t really want to do. It goes against everything you stand for.”

Dean reaches out his hand, his smile wide and bright, “Then lead me.”

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thepheonixesorphanage · 7 years ago

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30 Day OC Challenge

So my friends and I decided to do a 30 OC Challenge just for fun! I’ve decided to post the first 10 days here. Feel free to read and give me any feedback. I’d love criticism or comments on what you think of them. Very much looking to improve on my writing.

Days 1-10 below the cut.

DAY 1: Introduction

Elliot was red. She was cherry lollipops and red vans. Her skin was tan and freckled like constellations, but inside she was burning a dark red that was hot to the touch. Her personality singed skin and left marks that you wanted to show off. With determination and confidence, she owned herself and didn’t let anyone forget that. She was a touch of spice you didn’t know you wanted until you got a taste. And it burned. But oh was it just right. Elliot Katherine Demarco. Even her name rolled off the tongue like waterfalls crashing onto rocks, or the sheathing of a newly forged blade. She was the jump out of an airplane, the start of an avalanche, the build up of adrenaline, and you couldn’t get enough.

June was just as June as her name portrayed her to be. She was vibrant in an array of colors only she could see and outgoing like a bird eager to take flight. She was dark skinned with soft edges that made you want to get lost, with hair just as all over the place as she was. A standard unto her own that no one could take. Her mind was scattered, tangled in thought and question that never seemed to stop. She was warm summer nights that left imprints of curiosity and wonder, a desire unspoken on the tip of the tongue. Her dark brown eyes were filled with a never ending burst of excitement and fascination that you didn’t want to look away from. June was warm, sweet, intoxicating, and everyone craved more.

DAY 2: Job

Lulu’s Cafe was that small coffee shop in downtown San Francisco. It had a cute hipster vibe on the outside with a calm rustique charm on the inside that was always thriving during lunch time no matter the day. Lulu’s cafe was the place that attracted the young teens and hipster wannabes. Mason was made for Lulu’s. A coffee enthusiast, with a love for the simple things in life, and not to mention, a hipster girls wet dream. Mason was a doc martin’s, plaid shirt and leather jacket kind of guy, complete with a close shave and thick, wavy, brown hair.

The customers loved Mason. His customer service routine was equipped with big smiles, laughter, and pleasant conversations between him and the guests. This is what made him so good at his job. Everything he did was genuine. But that’s the kind of guy Mason was. Lulu’s was happy to have Mason, and Mason was happy to have Lulu’s.

Monty’s theater was a fifty plus year old theater in the heart of San Francisco with the charm of a typical grandmother’s home. The type of home with a bowl of strawberry candies and pillow mints that no one knew where they came from or how long they had been there for. The theater smelt of fresh popcorn and at times, the vague lemony scent of furniture polish. As anything over fifty years would be, it was falling apart, with its fading carpet that looked like it belonged in a blockbuster video store, and cabinets that were barely hanging on to its last nail. Even though the theater was a bit “outdated”, to Kam, it was home. Or at least a second home. He had become close friends with the people he worked with and enjoyed his time there. Even though the pay wasn’t the best, Kam treasured the small theater for the people he met and the coworkers he had befriended, and goddammit, he knew he would be stuck there forever.

DAY 3: Hobbies

June spent 90% of her time with Jamie her best friend. At school, after school, before school, at home. They did everything from getting coffee to sleeping over to sneaking out at night. June typically had free range to do whatever she wanted when it came to her dad as long as it wasn’t illegal and she was home before 11pm. June often followed Jamie around after school. Instead of doing her homework she had taken to accompanying him to his improv practices in drama club on tuesdays and thursdays. Every other day, she spent the remainder of her time in her room either watching tv or “attempting” to do homework with Jamie. When Jamie was busy, June didn’t really know what to do besides watch TV or sit on the computer. Hobbies weren’t something she picked up on. Sure she didn’t mind reading but her attention span didn’t really allow her to sit for too long on one thing.

DAY 4: Family

Adopted from Hawaii just after birth, June was very much loved by her mother Stella and her father Aaron. Or so June thought. Four years later, June began to wonder how much her mother really loved her when she left them for another man and his family. Over the next 13 years, her mother kept in contact with her father but June wanted nothing to do with her. So much so she purposely went by June, the abbreviated form of her middle name Juniper, instead of her first name Stella; of course named after her mother. Just saying it was like vile in the back of her throat. June however, loved her father very much. He worked long and hard hours as an accountant to provide for her and gave her a wonderful life full of everything she could want and she saw that everyday when he came home from work with tired eyes. It was just the two of them, and that was how she liked it.

Two older brothers, one younger, her grandmother, a rather young mother and father, and of course, Elliot. The Demarco household was always full. Together Elliot and her family lived in a tiny trailer park that barely housed the lot of them but nonetheless, they made it work. There was never a dull moment. Noah and Liam, the two oldest fought over the dumbest of things. “Those are my fucking socks!” Liam would shout. “We have the same fucking pair!” Noah would shout back. Their mother would simply shake her head. The youngest Ben was always going on about the latest fad or interest. One week would be painting, the next would be basketball. Her grandmother, Camille, hogged the one tv they owned in the living room, always watching TLC or HGTV. Between that, or talking to her friend Janice on the landline from her weekly knitting club. John and Theresa, Elliot’s parents worked early in the morning and came home in the afternoon. Family time was important to them and even though they didn’t have a lot of money, they were happy. It was crazy and loud, and sometimes Elliot thought she’d go insane, but it was home nonetheless.

DAY 5: Friends

June was rather well known in school for her loud and funny personality. She didn’t care what people thought and loved making people laugh. She had a few people she might consider friends but they weren’t really the friends she went to for things or asked to hangout with on a daily basis. Jamie however, was her best friend. Like her, he too, didn’t care what anyone thought and just like her, had a big mouth, except he didn’t have a filter. They were the comedy duo of Ulysses Memorial High School. Jamie was openly gay and proud. He wore collared shirts buttoned at the top with pants in various patterns that changed depending on the day of the week. Every conversation he had usually consisted of, “So listen hoe,” or “Honey you did not?”, and 90% of the time, “Okay sunshine, calm down.” Sunshine was his nickname for June. No real reason in particular. Jamie happened to say it one day and it just stuck. He was the God of nicknames. June tried one day by calling him the “Full Moon” to her “Sunshine”.

“Are you calling me fat? Juniper Martell, calling her best friend full to his face. Okay hoe, I see.” Needless to say it didn’t catch on. Despite the terrible nickname, their friendship was like that of the sun and the moon. They both came with a strong force that brought them closer and no matter what came at them, they would always be there for each other.

It was Linda, Martin, Chris, Jack, and Elliot. Always together, anywhere in town, anytime of day. Besides school of course. Elliot shared a class with all of them except Martin, but they spent enough time outside of school that it didn’t matter. Most of the time they could be found in The Main, a small part of town where a lot of the local businesses were located, one in particular being Fun Center USA, their favorite. Linda and Martin always competed for the top score on Space Invaders. This typically took hours with a small crowd joining in to see the new record. Jack talked to the girls that came in on friday nights, and when there were no girls dumb enough to feed into what he had to say, he hit up the arcade. Elliot and Chris went straight to the batting cages. There was nothing like the rush of the impact and the sting of the bat in their hands. Seeing the ball shoot across the field made Elliot’s adrenaline pump and they constantly fought to see who could hit the ball harder and farther. Chris always said it wasn’t a contest and didn’t matter, but Elliot liked to argue it was because he couldn’t admit to losing. Elliot wouldn’t say she was exactly close to them all, but as far as friends went, she guessed they were a pretty cool group to run the town with.

DAY 6: Guilty Pleasure

Elliot could spend hours upon hours watching TLC. She blamed her grandmother of course but like she said, “You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make them drink.” She was right of course, but Elliot wasn’t going to admit it. Cake boss was the shit. The cakes where beyond amazing. How in God’s name do they create these sculptures that you can EAT?! And the drama??? The show consumed her. She could care less whether it was real or not, that shit was entertaining. That and Four Weddings. Elliot never knew if she wanted to get married, or if she’d even get the option, but that didn’t stop her from rating other peoples weddings and seeing how terrible or great the night went. Some of the women on that show went all out spending thousands on a dress they’d only wear once, and the perfect venue they spend maybe five hours of their life at. Her favorites where the more bizarre brides. The ones with a halloween theme, or a batman themed wedding, or a fucking underwater theme. The list could go on. She would never outright tell anyone, but she had a soft spot for family and home channels.

DAY 7: Casual Outfit

It was all bright colors for June. From yellow polka dotted pants to blue dresses to checkered skater skirts with bright purple tights. June’s closet looked like a rainbow exploded in her room. She accessorized with sparkly rings and necklaces that caught the light and large bangles that matched the days color scheme, if you could say she even had one. Her favorite shoes where a pair of basic black flats that buckled at the ankle and match anything and everything. Her go to pair for any outfit. June’s clothing was loud and bright just like her personality. It wasn’t a secret that she stood out in school, but if she was going to, she was going to own it.

Three pairs of ripped jeans, one nice for special occasions. Graphic tees galore. That was mostly what people gave up to thrift stores, but Elliot was happy to take them off their hands. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure right? Her favorite piece however, was her shoes. Red checkered vans, a birthday present from her parents. She wore them everywhere and anywhere. The only other pair was a beat up pair of off-brand black vans that she wore for when she was running out for something real quick. Elliot wasn’t one for accessories but she was always seen with a faded red backwards hat. It was against school dress code of course, but that didn’t stop her from carrying it along with her for when she decided to leave. Fashion and clothing wasn’t Elliots main focus. They were second handed and worse for wear, but her style was hers and no one could take that from her.

DAY 8: Formal Outift

Elliot was a same four outfits a week kind of person with only one formal outfit for whatever special occasion it called for. If it weren’t for her mother, Elliot would roll up to a wedding with ripped jeans and faded graphic tees, unfortunately her mother nagged to the point they spent a whole day at Goodwill and various other thrift stores looking for the perfect outfit. After trying on a skin tight, yellow mini dress, and a pant suit that made her look like she belonged in a Michael Jackson music video, Elliot found pants that just so happened to work perfectly with the top and shoes her mother found. Everything about the outfit was perfect. The pants were a navy blue with matching suspenders. The fabric stretched ever so slightly fitting the curve of her hips and buttoning at the waist. The top was a white and navy blue striped button up that Elliot tucked into the pants and rolled the sleeves to just below the elbow. The top was soft and lay perfectly over her shoulders, dipping into the curve of her waist, accentuating her feminine figure as the suspenders gave her a hint masculinity to the outfit. It was subtle but much needed addition to the outfit. Elliot felt beautiful and confident and thought maybe this wasn’t so bad afterall.

DAY 9: Spirituality

June had been raised in a non-denominational church her whole life. Her father was a deacon at a reasonably big church a few miles downtown, and June participated in the choir like she had been doing since she was ten. She was religious, but when she discovered she was attracted to girls, she wasn’t so sure anymore. It’s not that she instantly decided God wasn’t real, but most christians preached such things as sin and that you’d end up in hell. Her church had never preached against it, it was just never really...brought up? June believed in Heaven and Hell, she believed in God, but to her something didn’t add up. Her father was a very religious man. Not the kind to drill the word of God into sinners of the world, just one proud to be Christian and expressed that through crocheted pillows and inspirational wall art. One day June would tell her father how she felt, but not for a while. Maybe when she went off to college? Or moved out of state? Or when the people of Earth decided to colonize Mars? Whichever came first.

Elliot’s family wasn’t the religious type. If anything, they’d call themselves agnostic. They knew something had to be out there, but what exactly, they didn’t know. The Demarco’s were quite possibly the most open minded and non-judgmental family anyone could meet. Elliot had come out to her family when she was thirteen. When she told her parents she thought she liked girls, her dad responded with a handshake and a, “Welcome to the club!” The oldest brother Liam responded with, “Wait, so you’re a fa-” but didn’t get to finish before their grandmother slapped the shit out of him, and never again did Liam say another word like that again.

DAY 10: Broken Temper

Mason was a calm type of mad. Not much angered him. Some days he didn’t get enough sleep, skipped coffee, or just wasn’t in the mood. When he was like this he mostly kept to himself. Slight nods, silent treatments, snappy answers. Kam knew not to bother him too much on days like that. Kam had seen Mason truly angry only once. The day began with much begging and a million please’s as Kam finally talked Mason into going to a free concert at a downtown bar. It was open to the public with local performers playing throughout the night. Everything was fine until Mason left to use the restroom and came back to find a man pushing himself on Kam. With a beer in one hand and the other holding on tightly to his shoulder, Mason’s expression changed in a heartbeat. The man leaned in close to talk to Kam, who in return, looked very uncomfortable. Mason knew Kam was too nice to tell him to leave him alone. He was about to politely pull Kam away, until the stranger moved his hand down the small of his back before pushing himself onto him. Mason was there in seconds, shoving the man off Kam. Mason’s voice was loud and harsh. “Hey, get the fuck off of him!” Mason could smell the alcohol on his breath, clearly drunk. “Fuck you man! You don’t own him!” He retaliated, stepping up to Mason who had a good few inches over him. Mason had him by the collar when he felt a light tug on his shirt. He turned around to see Kam holding on, his eyes soft and pleading. Mason turned back to the guy and let go, taking Kam by the hand and leading him out without another word. His grip was tight and firm as he made a beeline for the door. Kam’s only thought after that night was to see aggressive Mason more often.

No one could stop Elliot when someone made her mad. This isn’t the complaining and cursing about life and dumb people type of mad, but the type that actually made her snap. It wasn’t a surprise when people heard that Elliot was caught in a fight at school. Guys liked to test her and push her buttons and Elliot damn well made sure they knew what they had gotten themselves into. 90% of Chris and Jacks responsibility as her friend was spent keeping her out of fights or, when they were too late, pulling her off the poor guy that decided to say the wrong thing to her.

Unfortunately Chris was absent the day Elliot had overheard a conversation between Caleb and his friends over another kid a seat away who could clearly hear every word they were saying. Elliot wasted no time walking over to tell him to “Shut the hell up!” This led to some words being passed back and forth before Elliot took her fist to his face, leaving the giant man baby, as she called him, on the floor, stunned. The end result was a broken nose and a fractured hand, which Elliot thought was well worth it. When questioned by the principal as to why she did what she did, she answered with, “Well maybe if he had left Tyler alone and not decided to call him a, ‘faggot little bitch who can shove a ruler up his ass’, to the entire cafeteria, then maybe I wouldn’t have.” Elliot said holding onto her hand, her voice harsh, brown eyes sharp.

The principal sighed, rubbing her hand down her face. Elliot had gotten to know Mrs. Larsen really well over the past few years.

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