#i don't wanna make myself another cup. i'm scared now

[depoteka]

in some weird way that is truly hard to explain i knocked over an entire cup of tea straight on my phone and boxes of yarn. i'm gonna scream

[bi-bard]

Human Connection - Joel Miller Imagine [HBO's The Last of Us]

Title: Human Connection

Pairing: Joel Miller X Reader

Word Count: 1,210 words

Warning(s): mention of gunfire, mention of sex (really brief)

Summary: A loud noise from a neighbor's place sends Joel into high alert. When all is discovered to be fine, Joel and (Y/n) take the incident as an excuse to enjoy each other's company.

Author's Note: Fun fact: The Last of Us was the first game that I watched an entire playthrough for. It's kinda funny to write for it now.

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It started with a loud boom.

Or a gunshot.

In all honesty, in my not-quite-awake state, I couldn't really tell.

The most distinct noise was the sound of my book slamming on the ground.

"Shit," I muttered to myself, picking it up quickly and tossing it on the couch next to me.

There was a loud knock on my door just a few minutes later.

"(Y/n)..."

Joel. Joel Miller.

I would've assumed he was passed out as a result of the pills and booze.

"(Y/n), open the door before I bust in," he continued. "I'm not leaving until I know that you're alright."

I sighed before pushing myself off the couch.

I don't know when Joel and I ended up being... whatever we were. I would say friends but I'm pretty sure Joel would fight that title with every fiber of his being.

But he was always there. When it really mattered, he was there. Like right now.

I pulled the door open. Joel had a gun out, waiting to aim it at something.

"Put that away," I said.

"Are you alright," he asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "Something happened outside, spooked me, and I kind of through my book when I jumped. That's what the noise was. The book hitting the floor."

"You always throw shit when you get scared?"

"When I'm half-asleep, yeah," I nodded.

There was a pause before Joel spoke again, "Well, just wanted to make sure you weren't dead, so... I'll leave you to your book."

"Joel," I called as he walked away. "Wanna come in for a drink?"

He didn't react for a moment.

"Are you gonna look me in the eye and tell me that you're gonna turn down free booze," I asked.

"Keep your fucking voice down about it," he grumbled as he walked back over.

I smirked as I stepped back inside. I closed the door behind me before going to get the only two cups I had and the bottle I had hidden in the back of an armchair.

"Clever," Joel commented.

"I always am," I did a dramatic bow before walking over to the little dining room table that I had. I placed a glass in front of him.

"Y'know, I go through a lot of trouble to get you those books," he commented as I poured our drinks. I placed the bottle closer to the middle of the table. "And here you are, just throwing them around."

"That's why I want the books," I replied sarcastically. "Just so I can throw them."

Joel chuckled.

"And you act like you don't like getting me. I didn't ask you to do that. It's just your character."

"What?"

"To take care of people," I explained.

"I'm out here to protect myself," he tried to correct me. "I think you're latching onto something that's just not there."

"Well, I think you're a big softy," I shrugged. I could feel Joel glaring at me. I looked at him as I put my glass down. "You act all tough and closed off because it helps you. But inside... you're a softy. Protective to almost a fault."

"Think so, huh?"

"You showed up at my door in the middle of the night because of a loud noise. You refused to leave until you knew that I was okay. Not to mention the books that you've been sneaking me. Either you're secretly a softy... or I am just really special."

He scoffed and took another swig of his drink. No response.

I pretended to gasp. "Is it both? That's just flattering, Joel."

Still no response.

I took the pause to study his face a bit. He was a good-looking guy. There was no denying it. I had a small crush on him, but in the world that we lived in, I just ignored it. I pushed it down and continued on like there was nothing going on.

But here... in my apartment, silently sitting together... something was different.

"Joel?" I said quietly.

"What," he asked, looking back at me.

I paused for a moment before leaning forward and pressing my lips to his. I felt one of his hands touch my leg as I did.

It was awkward. Neither one of us really moved. It was only a few moments before I leaned back again. I didn't move very far back. Just enough to properly look him in the eye again.

His hand pulled away from my leg. I almost missed it. Such a small thing that felt so monumental.

I couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh after a moment of just looking at him.

"What," Joel asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head as I leaned back fully. "Just been a while since I kissed anyone. Didn't even realize that I missed it."

"I don't believe that for a second," he replied. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "You expect me to believe someone that looks like you has gone for all that long without a kiss?"

"Shut up," I smacked his arm, laughing along with him. "For your information... it's been about fifteen years."

This time, his eyebrows furrowed.

The math didn't quite work. What was I doing during the first five years of the end of the world?

"I... I had this phase where I wanted to believe that human connection would save us in the long run," I continued. "Had a guy who convinced me that he believed the same thing."

"He didn't?"

"He believed that getting his dick sucked made him feel better."

Joel's eyes went wide for a moment.

"But nothing beyond that. I was actually lonelier."

There was a long pause between us.

"I fucked that whole thing up, didn't I?" I ran my hands over my face, forcing a laugh out. "Totally shit on the moment by bringing up some past bullshit."

"I don't think so," Joel replied.

I looked at him again. "Mr. 'Keep-Our-Pasts-to-Ourselves' is fine with trudging up my past."

"I said you didn't ruin the moment," he explained. "I still wanna kiss you even though you trudged up the past."

I bit my lip for a moment, feeling my face warm up. I took a deep breath before speaking again, "Then, why don't you?"

"Come here," he turned so his body was actually facing me. I pulled my seat a little closer to him, waiting for him to make the first move.

He held my chin with his thumb and index finger, studying my face for a moment before leaning over and pressing his lips to mine.

This kiss was less awkward than the first one. It was slow, careful, but not awkward. It felt like two people learning each other's habits. Not some rushed moment between two touch-starved neighbors, but a genuinely loving kiss between two people who had been hiding how they felt for God knows how long.

He leaned back for a moment, eyes scanning my face. He was probably looking for any sign that I didn't want the moment to continue.

"Softy," I teased, trying to keep him from questioning himself too much.

A grin pulled at the edge of his lips. "Hush."

I leaned over and kissed him again.

Maybe human connection was more important than I thought it was.

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[orion-mp5]

Okay, so-

I'm working on a project for fun, and it has something to do with the art I posted recently....

I'M WRITING A STORY! I decided I wanna share my process with Tumblr for fun and to possibly hold myself accountable to finish it. I've only ever written short stories before, and don't entirely know what I'm doing, but if 50 Shades of Gray and Twilight can become a phenomenon, I'm sure I can at least get a few likes. Anyway- Here's a snippet!

I groan as I rest my head in my hands, the eye strain from reading for so long finally catching up to me. I’ve been rereading articles, emails, and letters for hours trying to figure out what to do for my next case. I could do a robbery case, there are quite a few missing heirlooms and break-ins, but there are also missing family members, and there are even some requests to have me investigate their bosses. I take a deep breath, slowly breathing out as I count to ten. I hear the door to my office open and sigh in relief.

I open my eyes and look up at my partner Angel. Angel looks terrifying, a black mass with a jaw full of teeth, eyes covering the side of their face, and a scar going through the biggest one. Their hooves tap on the wooden floor as they walk up to my desk, a cup of coffee in their large hands.

I take the mug from their hands, taking a sip of the coffee with a soft hum. I look back up at Angel, signing ‘thank you’ as I relax in my chair. Angel’s tail flicks in satisfaction before raising their hands to continue the conversation.

“You’re remembering to take breaks, right?” I nod as I take another sip of coffee. “Just was. My eyes were starting to hurt.”

Angel huffs, their tail flicking in annoyance. “If your eyes are being strained, you’re not taking enough breaks.” Angel crosses their arms as they glare at me. I sigh, shaking my head.

“C’mon Angle. You know I need to find more work for us to do to keep food on the table. If I wait too long, it’s gonna cause us more trouble than it’s worth.” I rest my chin on my knuckles as I look up at them, the constant furrow of my brow deepening.

Angel sighs, their eyes looking at me worriedly as they step closer, wrapping their tail around my bicep as they uncross their arms. “Alex, please. You’re always overworking yourself. It’s making me worried. We have enough money, we can take a break and splurge a bit. How about we go on a trip? You can pick what we do.” I want to argue, but I know they're right. Working this much is bad for my health, and they’d kick my ass if I kept this up. I look back at my computer, drumming my fingers onto my desk before typing into the search engine. Multiple things pop up, but what immediately catches my eye is an ad for a concert. But not just any concert-

“Tahllulah Byrne is having a concert nearby.” Angel is instantly leaning over me, trilling in excitement. The two of us have been obsessed with her music since before she became popular, so the chance to go to one of her concerts is exciting for both of us. 

I click on the link, and in a few short minutes, we have two tickets for her show in three weeks from now, seated in the middle section near the front.

“Looks like We're going to Foxwoods.”

Angel purrs as their hold on me tightens. I relax back into them, letting the tension in my shoulders subside. 

Angel and I have known each other for years, having first met at a festival. I perfectly remember how they scared a group of people by shifting into a tiger, and how they laughed in such pure delight. After that, Angel and I have been inseparable. I smile at the memory, before yawning, tears pricking my eyes.

Angel pulls away, dragging my arm with them, silently egging me to rest with them. I sigh, pressing my hands on my knees as I stand up. Angel heads upstairs ahead of me, and I stay behind to clean up my desk. I tuck the articles and letters into separate folders, organizing them by date and category before locking up the filing cabinet. 

I scan the room, looking for anything that needs to be tidied. I adjust the position of my chair before grabbing my mug and leaving the office, locking the door behind me. I take a swig of coffee before heading towards the stairwell, slowly ascending to the apartment with a wince, my body sore and creaky from sitting for so long.

I head into the living room, where Angel is already lying on the couch reading a book. I chug the rest of my coffee before placing it on the table. I sit at Angel's hooves, leaning forward to pull up the leg of my flared pants to undo the laces of my boots before kicking them off. I lay down on Angel's chest, wrapping my muscular arms around their middle. I hear Angel humming softly as I start to drift off into sleep, grateful I have them in my life.

And that was the first chapter of The Music of Murder, I hope you enjoyed!

[elm-writes-stories]

Cuphead: Isle of Memories

*Hey guys! I'm back with another episode! Finally! I'm so sorry that it had been about a week since I last published a chapter. The uploads might be slower due to work and trying to get myself back in school. Anyway, this is published on October 5, 2023. If you guys like this episode, please don't forget to heart it, reblog, and comment! It's always appreciated. Thank you guys for taking the time to read it and I hope you have a blessed day! Enjoy!*

Episode Seven: A Higher Calling

Mugman snapped his eyes open with a soft gasp.

He sat up and almost hit his head on the ceiling with a grunt. He realized that he was in Elder Kettle’s house in his bedroom he shared with his brother. When he looked down, he didn’t see Cuphead there. The sun was shining, providing warmth in the bedroom. He hopped off of the top bunk and walked out into the hallway. He tiptoed down the hallway and looked around to find that everything was as he remembered. He went downstairs and blinked his eyes. The blue electric outlines of familiar people in the living room was only visible for Mugman.

Mugman noticed his mother entering the house while Elder Kettle was playing with him and his brother as babies.

“Hey, Kettle, I’m here to pick up the boys,” his mother spoke to Elder Kettle. “Thank you so much for watching them.”

“Oh, of course. They’re no trouble at all,” Elder Kettle responded with a grin. “You know what’s funny? I used to call your husband a cup head during the war. Now, I’m calling little Cooper here a cup head.”

“Is he Cuphead Jr,” his mother teased.

“Nah, just Cuphead. Oh, guess what nickname I came up for little Melvin?”

“What?”

Elder Kettle held little Mugman up on his feet and held his arms out as if the baby was showing off his muscles and said in a manly voice, “Mugman.”

Mugman’s mother giggled and shook her head. “Hehehe, Cuphead and Mugman. I need to tell Murray that. I’m sure that will cheer him up.”

“How is he doing anyway?” Elder Kettle asked. “I heard what happened with Tremaine and it’s horrible. Is Jack truly the blame?”

“No,” she said with a frown. “We don’t know who’s to blame. Murray was determined to find a cure for it.”

“You think he’s being reckless?”

“Yeah. I mean, he just helped Jack escape from prison. I’m scared that both him and Jack will get caught by the police and then they’ll both end up in jail.”

“That boy…” Elder Kettle said with a sigh.

“And he’s going behind Hunter’s back with making the cure…and you know Hunter and his connections with the Night Stalkers.”

The old tea kettle nodded his head. “He was also behind the murder of his parents all those years ago and killed a therapist from a mental hospital. I’m surprised the police hadn’t done anything about it.”

“That’s because Hunter has the police in his pockets,” she replied. “I’m scared of him, Kettle. I’m scared that he’ll hurt Murray and the kids. I want to be able to save Murray…but I’m scared that he’s going to put himself in further danger and I can’t save him. He and I have been getting into fights and…I’m sure the kids don’t wanna hear it.”

He frowned at her and sighed. “As far as I know Murray, he’ll be just fine. You know, he’ll do anything to protect you and the boys, right?”

“Of course, I know that.”

“Well, I’m sure you are trying the best you can, Lily. But the thing that I am trying to teach Murray and now I’m telling you this is that…you can’t save everyone. No matter how much you try, you just can’t. You’re not a superhero. We all want to be this superhero archetype, saving everybody and being praised for saving lives. But the truth is, you can’t save everyone. Murray thinks he can…and…that may lead to the boy’s death if he isn’t careful.”

Lily, Mugman’s mother, frowned and looked away.

Elder Kettle sighed. “I’ve lost a lot of good men during the war. Jack and Murray were the only ones who I knew survive. A lot of men sacrificed their lives to save each others, including mine. As much I want to thank them for it…I can’t help but feel this…guilt. I shouldn’t have lived through all of this, yet here I am…thanks to the sacrifices of my military brothers. Just promise me that you both will be safe along with the boys. If you ever need me to watch them, you let me know, okay?”

Lily smiled and nodded her head. “Yeah, I will. Thanks, Kettle.”

Mugman frowned and blinked to see the outlines disappeared, leaving the living room empty. He sighed and peered into the kitchen to find no one in there. Mugman heard a knock from the door and noticed the daylight changing into night rapidly. He decided to open the door and noticed his mother standing on the porch, shivering in the cold.

“Mama…?”

Lily left in a hurry, waving her hands to gesture the hooded assassins to chase after her.

Mugman knew what was going to happen next and shook his head, sobbing. He closed his eyes and opened them again, noticing someone in the distance. The figure was shiny to the point where he couldn’t tell who it was. Was it Gabriel?

~.~

Mugman decided to run to the shiny figure, hoping that it was Gabriel. But as he got closer and closer to the figure, he knew that it wasn’t Gabriel at all. First off, Mugman couldn’t see the figure’s face. The brightness could’ve easily blinded him if he hadn’t blocked the light with his hand. Second off, the figure had no color on his skin. He didn’t have fur or porcelain skin. The figure just had arms where Mugman could see through them except for the holes in the figure’s palms that were dark red.

“Oh there you are,” the figure said. “I figured I find you here.”

“Um…Gabriel?”

“No, I’m not Gabriel. He’s probably back where Angel and Demon are originally. I’ll find him and bring him out of there. He’s already calling for help several times. Here’s an idea, why don’t you take a walk with me to find Gabriel? I’m sure there’s a lot of things that you want to ask.”

Mugman nodded his head.

“Come on, then,” the figure urged, leading Mugman through the dark, snowy forest.

Mugman felt warmer walking alongside the figure. “If you’re not Gabriel, then who are you?”

“I am what you mortals call The Most High,” the figure spoke with a soft tone. “And you must be Mugman.”

Mugman nodded his head. “You’re way shorter than I imagined you being.”

The Most High chuckled. “Well, I live in this world as a lamb. You can imagine how short I am compared to most.”

The mug tilted his head. “Are you a lamb now?”

“No. Not really.”

“Then…what are you?”

“The Most High. The Alpha and the Omega. The Everlasting Father--.”

“Like an animal, human, dish—”

“No. I'm not any of those.”

“Huh…so, what do you do exactly?”

“Well, let’s see. I created this world within seven days, created mortals such as yourself, led a chosen group out of dangerous situations for thousands upon thousands of centuries, let them get captured, free them, let them get captured again, came down to earth, died, rose up, and give the mortals kind the best gift.”

“Really? What is it?”

“The Holy Spirit.”

Mugman gasped. “Oh! Is it like these powers I’m getting lately—?”

“Oh no, that’s different. That’s something the Calix Animi made. It didn’t come from me,” The Most High answered. “The Holy Spirit is…a part of me. It’s a part of me that connects you to me. Something that will guide you, teach you, and help you on your journey through life. The Holy Spirit is me and The Son is me and The Father is me. I am all three.”

Mugman looked up at the Most High in confusion.

“Most mortals are confused by that. Even scholars have no idea what I meant by it. Maybe it’s something that I will explain someday once you come to Heaven.”

Mugman looked ahead to realize they were crossing the Astral plane. When he looked behind him, he only saw one set of footprints on the snow that belonged to Mugman.

The Most High noticed the mug’s troubled face. “What seems to be the trouble?”

Mugman looked ahead of him. “Are you invisible or something? Like there is only one set of footprints belonging to me. It���s almost like I’m walking through all of this alone.”

“But you’re not alone. Let me ask you something, Mugman. Do you believe in ghosts?”

The mug nodded his head.

“Do you believe in demons and the Devil?”

Mugman nodded his head again.

“So, do you also believe that there are angels and the Most High?”

“Well, I’m seeing you, am I?”

“In your dreams, yes. But once you wake up, you will see and think that I’m invisible. But know that I’m still here. Even if you can’t see me. Even if you think I’m invisible. I’m still here and I’m still walking beside you in life. When you see one set of footprints throughout your life, that is when I carried you.”

“But how can you carry me through troubles if I can’t feel you doing so? Most of the time I feel alone and useless. I can’t save my own girlfriend from the Devil and my brother’s soul got taken by the Devil one time. Now I’m scared to lose him again. If I have powers…why do I feel so powerless? I can’t control myself. I feel like I’m in pain, even though it’s in my head. I wish I can save everyone.”

The Most High sighed sadly. “But you’re not alone and you’re definitely not useless. You have made efforts saving your brother. You have fought your battles against Hunter and his assassins. You have been tortured and hurt lately. I want you to know that I am willing to fight your battles and I will stand by you.”

Mugman perked his head and looked up at the Most High, covering his eyes. “What about my brother and my friends? Will you stand by them too?”

“I will.”

Mugman nodded his head.

“Any more questions?” The Most High asked Mugman.

Mugman shook his head. “I can’t think of any.”

The Most High looked ahead of them. “I believe that’s the end of our walk.”

Mugman glanced to see Gabriel coming towards them, exiting from the skull of the Devil. Mugman brightly smiled with a gasp and ran over to Gabriel, jumping into his arms.

Gabriel stumbled back. “Whoa there, lad.”

The Most High grinned to see them reunited. He walked over to Gabriel, who covered his eyes and bowed to him by kneeling without hesitation.

Mugman was confused for a moment, earning a small chuckle from the Most High. Mugman kneeled hesitantly without being told to do it.

"You both can stand on your feet," The Most High gestured them both to stand on their feet.

They stood on their feet and covered their eyes to shield from the brightness.

“Before you wake up, Mugman, there’s someplace you need to go. There will be a group of lost people hiding in the other isle. Find them and bring them to the Howling Aces,” The Most High stated. “I think you might have accidentally brought someone with you.”

“Wait, what?” Mugman uttered in confusion. It was sudden the mug noticed his veins glowing blue. “Wait, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Gabriel answered.

The Most High kneeled down to meet the same eye-level as Mugman. “You may have accidentally teleported yourself somewhere else along with taking someone else with you.”

“Who?”

Before the Most High can answer that question, everything turned blue in Mugman’s vision. Mugman couldn’t hear what the Most High said before he could feel himself waking up.

~.~

Mugman felt like he was falling from the sky.

Wait, he was falling from the sky!

Mugman crashed through the roof of a familiar house with a scream, slammed against the hard floor. He groaned in pain and sat up to rub his ceramic head. A sudden realization came to him that he was in the old bedroom at Elder Kettle’s house. He blinked when he heard someone else screaming and crashing through the roof. It came from downstairs.

“Ow…” someone groaned.

Why did it sound like Elder Kettle?

Mugman got up to his feet and hurried out of the bedroom. He rushed down the hallway and peeked over to find Elder Kettle laying face-flat on the floor in the living room.

“Elder Kettle!” Mugman gasped in shock and ran downstairs. He hurried by the old tea kettle’s side and helped him up on his feet. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, I don’t know. One minute I was checking your temperature and then the next minute I was struck by lightning. Then I was lifted up from the sky like I’m in some sort of a tube and then I crashed,” Elder Kettle uttered while rubbing his head.

Mugman gasped. “Oh gosh…”

Elder Kettle dusted himself off and looked up at Mugman. “Wait…you’re awake…”

“Yeah…”

“And we’re here…how did we get here?”

Mugman tried to remember for a moment until he remembered what a voice said. “Teleportation?”

“What?”

“I think I accidentally teleported both of us…here.”

Elder Kettle was silent for a moment with a deep breath in. “HOW?!”

“Shh!” Mugman shushed him. “We’re in the different isle now. Who knows what lurks around here?”

Elder Kettle looked around the place they were in, noticing the house they were in was ransacked with black soot around the house. “Is this…?”

Mugman frowned in recognition of the place. “Yeah.” He walked around the house, tearing up at the condition it was in. He tried holding it together until the tears streamed down on his face. He collapsed on his knees, sobbing and covering his face with his hands.

Elder Kettle gazed at the mug teen softly, frowning at the sight. “Aw, c’mere, boy.”

He hugged Mugman, who embraced him back and sobbed into his shoulder.

Elder Kettle hugged Mugman tighter with a soft sigh. “It hurts to see the place like this…but…why are we here?”

“There will be a group of lost people hiding in the other isle. Find them and bring them to the Howling Aces.”

Mugman blinked his eyes open and broke away from the old tea kettle, wiping tears away.

“What’s going on?” Elder Kettle’s asked.

“There’s a group here…we need to find them! Come on!” Mugman said while running out the door.

“Hey, Mugman! Wait!”

Once Mugman opened the door, they widened their eyes at the sight in front of them. The once beautiful forest was burned with almost no trees around them. They could see Porkrind’s shop from there, which…was also burned down. The city ahead of them had skyscrapers destroyed and tumbled.

“Our home…” Elder Kettle uttered with tears.

Mugman hardened his gaze ahead of them. “C’mon.”

“Wait, where are you going?!”

With that said, Mugman and Elder Kettle headed into the city, hoping to find the group of people the Most High mentioned in Mugman’s dream.

~.~

Mugman and Elder Kettle entered the Inkwell City, smelling blood and smoke. They searched through the city for a supposed group that they were supposed to rescue. The streets were empty with broken cars and messy sidewalks with papers scattered on the concrete. Pieces of glass shattered across the street and dead bodies were everywhere. The sound of flies buzzing sent shivers down the boys’ spines.

“So…how do you know about a group trap here? Is it one of your, um, prophetic moments?” Elder Kettle asked with a brow raised.

“Uh…it’s a bit complicated,” Mugman responded. “I think I spoke to the Most High.”

“I’m sorry, what? The Most High? Are you sure you’ve seen Him?”

“Yeah, he introduced me as such…why?”

“What does He look like?”

“Uh…I can’t really see…his head just glows bright.”

“Huh, strange. Most people can’t claim that they have seen the Most High. You have to nearly die for that to happen. But I don’t think you’ve nearly died,” Elder Kettle said while pondering.

They heard growling noises, causing them to tense up and look to find something digging through the corpse of a woman. It was a red and blue clown eating the remaining guts of a citizen.

Mugman gulped, trembling a bit at the sight.

“I think we should make a run for it,” Elder Kettle whispered.

They watched the clown monster tore through the dead woman’s stomach. Before they could make their escape, they were grabbed from behind and pulled into a dark alleyway. Their mouths were covered by more than one stranger’s hands.

The memory of Hunter grabbing Mugman hostage from behind immediately flashed in his mind, his veins glowed blue.

“Mugman, wait—!”

Mugman bit down the hand that covered his mouth and a sudden burst of electricity pushed someone back with a yelp.

“PHILIP!” A woman’s cry caught Mugman’s attention.

Mugman snapped out of his memories and looked behind him to see the man in a brown suit and top hat having his veins glowing blue. He noticed the blonde woman with three ponytails, one above her head, one on her left side of her head, and one on her right side. She was examining her husband to see if he was okay.

She turned to glare at Mugman. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you?! You’ve nearly killed my husband!”

“Sally—”

“I-I’m sorry,” Mugman started to sniffle, causing the woman, Sally, and her husband, Philip, to soften their gazes. “I-I didn’t know. I-I didn’t know.”

“Hey! Don’t you yell at him! You gave us quite a scare,” Elder Kettle added. “We thought you’re one of the demons.”

“Maybe we should have better methods of taking newcomers in,” Philip said while rolling his shoulder from the impact.

“I suppose you’re right,” Sally said with a sigh. She turned to them. “We’re sorry for scaring you. But we did save your lives from that infected clown.”

“He hadn’t attacked us yet,” Elder Kettle uttered with a brow raised.

“Yet,” Sally repeated. “Come on, let’s get you guys somewhere safe.”

She gestured them to follow her and her husband. Elder Kettle and Mugman exchanged gazes at each other with shrugs. They followed after Sally and Philip through the alleyways of the destroyed city.

“Is the clown the only infectee in this city?” Elder Kettle asked Sally and Philip.

“No, there are far more infectees than Beppi. There’s also the sugar baroness, but…she’s somewhere else. We don’t have any idea where,” Sally explained the situation.

“Baroness Von Bon Bon,” Mugman uttered her name.

“Correct,” Sally responded. “Oh! There’s also that Cala Maria girl. She’s not infected, but the Night Stalkers have captured her and kept her hidden underground somewhere. We are also not sure where she is.”

“Oh, Brineybeard won’t be happy to hear that,” Mugman muttered to himself.

~.~

Sally and Philip tiptoed down the last alleyway and peeked around to see if the coast was clear with Mugman and Elder Kettle following them.

“Come on, the hide-out is right here,” Philip urged them while they ran off towards what used to be a theater.

Philip looked around and knocked on the door like he was knocking a secret code.

The brown rat appeared above the light and furrowed his brow. “Vat’s zee bassvord?”

“Password?” Sally said with a brow arched. “We’ve never set up a password.”

“Vu can’t get in if vu don’t know zee bassvord. Blain und zimble,” the rat responded.

Elder Kettle and Mugman gasped in recognition of the rat.

“Werner?” Mugman muttered.

Elder Kettle drew his brows together. “I got a password for you. Dynamite.”

Werner, the brown rat, snapped his attention to Elder Kettle and growled, dropping the German accent. “You.”

“Yeah, me,” Elder Kettle snarled back.

Sally looked back and forth between Werner and Elder Kettle. “You know each other?”

“Ja, ve’fe met pefore. Vu plew off mein tail!” Werner barked at the tea kettle.

“You tried to take over my cottage! You tried to blow up my boys! And you ate my surprise cake!” Elder Kettle called the rat out.

“Ha! Your brecious cubs are fun to mess vith. Esbecially zat one pent-schtraw cup of yours. Anyvay, vu are not velcome here—”

“Werner,” Sally scolded the rat. “They’re not infected with Tremaine. Anyone who is not infected with Tremaine are welcome here.”

Werner groaned and rolled his eyes. “Vu exbect me to let in ein old tea kettle und his pig plue-nozed child? HA! Vu haffe ein zenze of humor.”

“I’m serious, Werner,” Sally said with her hands on her hips.

“I am too,” Werner stated.

Mugman drew his brows together. “There are infectees out here and you’re going to keep us out over petty things?! Look, it’s all forgiven and forgotten, just let us in!”

Werner noticed Mugman’s veins glowing blue, his eyes widening in fear. “Zince ven did vu effen get bovers?!”

“Just let us in, Werner. Don’t make me tell you again,” Sally growled.

Werner sighed and pushed the button in front of him, letting the door open. “Zere. Get in pefore more infectees schow up.”

“Thank you, Werner,” Sally said while entering the theater with Philip, Elder Kettle, and Mugman. She smiled at Elder Kettle and Mugman. “Well, boys, welcome to the hide-out.”

Elder Kettle and Mugman looked around to find some familiar and unfamiliar faces. Mugman instantly recognized the carrot, the onion, and the potato eating soil at the corner of the theater near the front door. They froze when they saw Elder Kettle, who gasped in recognition.

“MY BABIES!!” Elder Kettle replied while taking out a knife.

Sally ran towards Elder Kettle. “Whoa, whoa, they’re not food. They’re actually alive.”

“But, they’re my babies. I watered them and grew them up,” Elder Kettle said innocently.

“Actually, we’re orphans,” the potato, Sal Spudder, responded.

“We’re orphans?” Ollie, the onion, uttered. He had tears welling up in his eyelids. “Oh, that’s so sad—”

“Ollie, we talked about this. If you cry, you will let out a stench that will cause all of us to cry. Don’t you cry again,” Sal scolded.

Mugman felt someone jumping into his cup head, causing him to tense up until he realized it was Werner popping out of his porcelain.

“Are vu zure vu’re really orbhans?” Werner asked with a brow arched.

“Yeah, we are,” the carrot, Chauncey, answered. “Ask Mugman. He knows.”

Elder Kettle glanced over at Mugman.

“Uh-oh, looks like vu’fe peen hiting zomezing for ein vile,” Werner said with a smirk.

Mugman rubbed his hands. “Uh…well…you know how you put me and Cuphead in charge of raising the plants.”

“You put yourselves in charge, not me,” Elder Kettle responded. “But go on…”

Mugman laughed nervously. “Well, uh, we found them in the shed, eatin’ our soil. They said they would watch over the plants while we go out to the movies…sooo, we went out to the movies and…they threw a party at your front yard while you’re gone. Cuphead and I try to stop the party…and…in the morning, they ended up draining your babies.”

“WHAT?!” Elder Kettle barked, glaring at the Root Pack.

Sal, Ollie, and Chauncey laughed nervously.

“Are vu trying to draw zee infectees’ attenzion? Pecauze vu’re doing ein great chob,” Werner said sarcastically.

“Will you all just shut up?!” A mad human scientist shouted, repairing a large robot who was blowing a pink bubble and popping it. “I’m trying to work on my son and your shouting was getting annoying.”

“We’re sorry, Dr. Kahl,” Philip apologized.

“Zince ven did vu refer zee biece of medal as your zon?” Werner questioned.

“He’s not a piece of metal,” Dr. Kahl growled and then turned to the robot and pat his arm when the robot looked offended by Werner’s statement. “It’s okay, son. It’s okay. He didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes, I did,” Werner responded.

“Are you trying to pick a fight today, Werner?” the bee queen named Rumor Honeybottoms questioned while approaching the group with her arms crossed.

“He’s always trying to pick a fight. What else is new?” Sal replied.

“Alright, alright, everyone, simmer down,” Sally responded with a sigh. “We all need to work better together. Obviously, we all are not getting along. In a theater scenario, we all play a part in each other’s lives. If we work together, we will stop the Devil and this Tremaine madness once and for all. We will come out on top. Who’s with me?!”

There was dead silence in the theater.

“I appreciate the speech, dear, but everything is looking so bleak. There’s barely anyone alive in this city and soon, we might end up infected with Tremaine,” Rumor responded to Sally’s speech.

“But we can’t let bleakness and hopelessness hold us back from fighting back. We can’t just wait till the lights go out and the closing of the curtain to fight back. We have to work together and act now,” Sally replied, pumping her fists in the air.

“But look at us,” Sal argued. “We are a small army against the Devil’s big army. You think we can last long in a battlefield? No! We’re gonna die out there if we just work together and act now!”

Mugman widened his eyes while the group was arguing.

“I-Is this the group the Most High was talking about?” Mugman asked himself…hearing his own thought for some reason.

“Yes.”

Mugman gasped when he heard a familiar voice. He looked around, but he shook his head. He had to focus and look at the group. “Listen up!”

His voice caught everyone’s attention.

Mugman could feel the fright of being put on the spot, but he had to say something. “We don’t have to do either of those. Elder Kettle and I are at the other isle where there’s also a group hiding from infectees. It’s bigger than this group…not gonna lie. If we can get to the other isle, you all will be safer there than here.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Philip uttered.

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re telling me that there’s another isle having the same issues as us?” Sal questioned Mugman.

Mugman nodded his head firmly. “Yeah, they got weapons, medicines, and food—”

“Eh…we ain’t getting much food lately along with water,” Elder Kettle interrupted Mugman. “But I’m sure we can all put our heads together and find some creative solutions to gather food and water.”

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” Ollie responded.

“Wait, wait, if we try to fly across the ocean, the storms will get us,” Dr. Kahl pointed out. “I can’t risk Sonny here. He can fly, but if a tornado hit him—he won’t be able to fly against it. Unless you have a creative solution to evade the storms.”

“Dr. Kahl has a point,” Rumor replied. “Unless there’s a way to evade the storms while flying across the ocean, the situation is completely hopeless.”

Mugman and Elder Kettle exchanged glances at each other.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Elder Kettle asked Mugman.

Mugman nodded his head. “I think so.”

“I really don’t want to ask this, but do you think you can do it again?” Elder Kettle asked.

“Do what again?” Sally asked.

Mugman tilted his head. “Wait…how did you get teleported here with me?”

“I don’t know. One minute I was checking your temperature and then the next minute—well, we got zapped and thrown here,” Elder Kettle responded.

Mugman gasped. “I think I have some idea.” He grabbed Elder Kettle’s hand and then held Sally’s hand. “Everyone hold hands.”

“What?!” They all shouted unison.

“Trust the process,” Elder Kettle ordered the others.

Sally grabbed Philip’s hand and tightened her grip lovingly. Philip grabbed Rumor’s hand, who just looked at him in confusion. Sal hesitantly grabbed Elder Kettle’s hand while Ollie was grabbing both Sal’s other hand and Chauncey’s hand. Chauncey grabbed Dr. Kahl’s hand while Dr. Kahl gripped his robot’s finger. Werner gripped the edge of Mugman’s ceramic head, watching the teen’s veins glowing blue.

“Uh, vat’s habening?” Werner asked, holding onto Mugman’s head tightly.

“Just trust the process,” Elder Kettle said with a smirk.

Werner gave Elder Kettle a withering glare. “I don’t trust vu und I don’t trust your pig plue-nozed cup—”

It was sudden they heard thunder and looked around.

“What’s happening?” Dr. Kahl questioned.

“I don’t know,” Sally uttered fearfully.

Mugman’s eyes glowed blue suddenly, waves of electricity raised up towards the ceiling. Werner was surprised he wasn’t getting electrocuted at the moment as he looked up to find the wooden ceiling creaking. Werner looked at the others and gasped to find that their veins were glowing blue along with his now. The rat looked around in fear until he heard thunder echoing in the distance.

It was sudden that a blue lightning struck through the ceiling, lifting them up like tractor beams. They disappeared from the theater without a trace. 

~.~

Mugman felt like he was in the tube, but he was gripping Elder Kettle’s and Sally’s hand at the same time. He could hear everyone’s muffled screaming and cheering from mostly Werner. Mugman wasn’t sure what was going on and what was happening, but he knew they were going somewhere.

“WHOOO!!!! VE’RE FLYING!!! VE’RE FLYING!!!” Werner cheered with a laugh.

Now, they were falling from the sky. Mugman wasn’t sure how to react, his wings extended out of fear. When trying to lift the others, he couldn’t since Dr. Kahl’s robot was with them.

Dr. Kahl’s robot managed to used rockets under his feet to keep himself from crashing through the building. He landed on the ground catching everyone in his metal hands. Once everyone landed on the giant robot’s hand, Werner peeked out of Mugman’s head.

“Okay, I definidely trust zee mug,” Werner responded.

Everyone started to chuckle a bit, still trembling from the teleporation.

“How did you do that?” Sally asked with a brow raised.

“I-I don’t know…” Mugman uttered.

“HEY!”

Everyone widened their eyes and looked down to see Sergeant O’Fera standing by the giant robot’s feet. Dr. Kahl’s robot crouched down to get a better look at the dog soldier and placed the others on the ground.

“Do not fret, we’re not infected!” Sally informed O’Fera.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re good!” Sal shouted in fear.

O’Fera noticed Mugman awake with a gasp and hurried over to him. “Hey, you okay, kid? Your brother and your father are worried sick about you.”

Mugman laughed nervously when O’Fera was examining him like a worried mother would examine her child. “I-I’m fine, Sergeant. I’m fine.”

“Mugsy!”

Mugman heard Cuphead’s voice and was immediately tackled to the ground by his brother, causing O’Fera to wince back. Cuphead got back up on the ground with Mugman in his arms.

“You’re awake! You’re awake! And you teleported yourself and Elder Kettle! How did you do that?!” Cuphead rejoiced. “It doesn’t matter! All it matters is that you’re here and—WHOA!!!” Cuphead let go of Mugman as soon as he noticed Werner peering over the edge of Mugman’s porcelain head.

“Guten abend(good evening),” Werner responded in his German language.

“Hey, what are you doing in Mugman’s head? Get outta there!” Cuphead demanded.

“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay, Cuphead. We’re on good terms now,” Mugman reassured his brother.

Before Werner could object, O’Fera picked Werner up by the scruff of his neck. Werner started to throw fists.

“HEY! Vo giffes vu zee right to bick me up like zat, huh?! Huh?!” Werner growled at O’Fera.

O’Fera flicked Werner off while he screamed and crashed onto the ground.

Murray entered the scene and hugged his sons. “You okay, Mugman? What happened? You and Elder Kettle just disappeared without a trace. Where did you go? What happened?”

“Whoa, whoa, Murray, calm down. Calm down,” Elder Kettle calmed Murray. “Mugman’s fine. We’re all fine.”

“Except for them,” O’Fera pointed at Sal, Ollie, and Chauncey as the three vegetables trembled in fear of Captain Brineybeard staring at them with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth as if he had been hungry.

Rumor rolled her eyes. “Hold on, I better step in.” She hurried to step between the hungry captain and the frightened vegetables.

“Sooo, are we all welcomed here?” Sally asked while holding her husband’s hand.

O’Fera smiled a bit. “Yeah. But I’ll be honest, we’re having trouble with food and water, but I’m sure we can figure out a way to feed more mouths.”

“We’ll do the best we can to help,” Philip responded with a nod.

“Well then, welcome aboard,” O’Fera responded with a gesture for the remaining individuals to head inside of the base.

Cuphead wrapped his arm around Mugman and pulled him inside where he was greeted by Chalice, Natalie, and Canteen. He smiled at them only to noticed Canteen’s arm in a sling. Mugman frowned when he noticed Canteen’s arm in a sling and remembered how it happened. He looked back to see the volcano, remembering Cassidy still there. His brows furrowed in quiet determination to get her out. But Cuphead was right when they were first trying to rescue Cassidy from Hell, they needed a full-proof plan to get her.

Have they came up with the full-proof plan while he was passed out? 

To Be Continued...

[bullet-prooflove]

Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #19

It’s that time again! The Wednesday Radio prompt list!

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

I wasn't looking for someone that night

If I was dying on my knees You would be the one to rescue me

Look who's digging their own grave

Don't come back knockin' at my door

That you could fall in love with the first sight

Do you expect me to believe that you've changed?

We loved and got lost in the moment

She's gone in the flash of a light

We took a polaroid, I put it in my wallet

I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe

When you're under fire I will cover you

we'll go deeper than the ink Beneath the skin of our tattoos

Until we say goodbye on our dying day

It's like a knife that cuts right to my soul

I was drunk and it didn't mean a thing

Just another morning With shaky hands, pounding head

I love the things you hate about yourself

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

I guess I just lost my husband I don't know where he went

Five years, twenty years, come back It will always be the same

Don't touch the sleeping pills, they mess with my head

Try to leave, but I can't stand Start to think that I'm better off dead

We smoked cigarettes, man, no regrets

it's been a long night and the mirror's tellin' me to go home 

You try to tell me that we're so deep in love Well, if we were, then why did we fuck it up? 

I wanna get in trouble, My ex will start a fight

A thousand people at the station And in a second you slipped out of view

Out on the front doorstep, drinking from a paper cup

Told myself, "I can't go back ever again"

How can I trust you after what I've been through?

Thrashing the covers off

It's dangerous, the things we do

you'll drink yourself to death

It scares me half to death

I'm alright, I'm just fine

the tip of the needle Is taking over you

She got her hair pulled back 'cause the sweat's drippin' off of her face 

We've taken different paths And travelled different roads, I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old

You leave because you're certain Of who you want to be

Begging for another beautiful sin

 it ain't so bad if I wanna make a couple mistakes

I gave you life, I gave my all, You weren't there, You let me fall

Don't tell me to be strong

lotta years went by with my hands tied up in your ropes

My life started the day I got caught Under the covers With secondhand lovers

Temptation, creeping up on me Gets under my skin, won't let me be

Your kisses burn into my skin

I tell myself I don't care that much But I feel like I die 'til I feel your touch

I tell myself you don't mean a thing

I got a brand new attitude And I'm gonna wear it tonight

Your kiss is my addiction

Told you before that love isn't enough

But it's the sweetest pain Burnin' hot through my veins

Are you worth the risk?

It might be criminal, but still I just can't quit

I don't need to be loved by you

See my lips on her mouth, everybody's talking now, 

And you miss 'em like you miss no other

[jellyfish-vents]

Please Happily Ignore This.

[just an internet girl ranting about her unrequited love story]

When I decided to start this blog, I wanted to make it my personal blog, a safespace.

With all these new followers, guys I don't know what you expect, but I don't know anyone of you, and I would like this to still be my personal blog. And I am so overwhelmed right now I can't go anywhere else.

This girl, that I have been absolutely in love with, just told me that she's in love with another girl, and it's reciprocated.

I am just absolutely torn because, well, You Know Why.

She called me and I couldn't stop giggling because I just am that much in glee to just talk to her. It was literally an hour ago. And she brought it up with me because she felt obliged to do it and because she said I am the easiest person to talk about it.

I could hear my heart shatter. But I didn't let her know. At all. I hid it well. I am proud of it.

I was the one who helped her talk about her sexuality, being a demi-sapio sexual myself. I helped her discover all the beauty of loving someone, whoever you love. We talked about the hardships, the bullying in school, the fear of attachment, everything. But we also talked about how divine it would be to just let us fall for the beauty of it all without considering the societal standards. And the whole reason I could say all that to her was, because I could see all that beauty in her while I fell for her.

I planned dates with her, I thought of all the movies I wanna watch with her, all he songs I wanna share, all the places I wanna be with her at, all the things I wanna do, everything. It all happened in my head. I even thought of how I would confess my feelings to her, and how I would propose her if she reciprocated and was okay with it. All this before our mutual friend broke the news to me that she is going away for her post graduation.

I crumbled that day. All I remember is crying and texting her about it and telling her how glad I am for her, up until my hands were too shaky to hold the phone and my eyes too teary to read the texts. I cried, sobbed, I mourned.

I almost thought of confessing it to her, "She ought to know" I thought. Because we shared a great chemistry. It was so organic, I bet she felt it too. But I didn't. I didn't wanna hand her another baggage to take with her, all the while she was already freaking out about moving away. I decided not to say a word. And I was happy for her.

We shared a movie evening one day. It didn't feel like it was enough. All I wanted was to cup her face and look into her eyes, and just bask in her presence. But then she left. I hope she felt my love, even if she saw it as a friend.

And today she told me about her intense feelings. About how she's scared, and excited, but scared mostly because she doesn't wanna mess up, and because it's just all that new to her, homosexuality. I could hear the hesitation in her voice, but also the truth. She indeed is in love.

We talked about it for a while, about the complications of it all. I listened to it all like a good friend and said a few helpful words that I know she counted on.

We said goodnight, I cut the call, and broke down.

It's not that I'm jealous, or anything.

Infact, I told her I'm happy for her, and I mean it by every bone in my body.

I am very happy for her.

But.

I am just sad for myself.

There's just sadness there.

September 18th 2023, 3:52am

[annaizscribbling]

Needed to write something for me. Loosely inspired by the library scene from Low Battery, but for myself.

Sometimes you gotta talk it out with your girl.

CW: suicidal thoughts mention, depression, anxiety mention.

"How did you get so horrible?" She asks through watery eyes. She's so thin and frail. Her skin was pale back then, and her hair was spun into delicate ringlets that framed her face.

I just shrug for now.

She's right though. I'm horrible. So much pain, so much hurt. So lonely, so tired, so scared. What have I become? Not what little girls dream about.

"Why?" She presses again, there's devastation lodged in her throat. She's wearing a faded barbie themed nightgown. Her feet are bare. Cheap, brightly colored braclets hang from her tiny wrists.

"Life got hard, kid. I-it just happened," I tell her simply, I'm trying to smile as I do. I don't know how to explain it to her. How do I tell this frail little thing what happened? Am I supposed to recount over 10 years in just a moment? Am I sparing her? Or can I just not bear to see her disappointment?

"How?" She whispers at me. Her eyes are so glossy and big. She's so innocent. She's so precious. God, she doesn't deserve this.

"I'm not sure yet," I admit quietly, "it's big and complicated, and I get lost if I look for too long.

After a long pause, she looks up at me. Her tiny hands are tightly clasped together in her lap. Her lips are pressed together in clear distress. It hurts me to look at her. It hurts to think about where she's going.

My heart floods with pain when a tear runs down her cheek.

"I'm scared," she says, choked up with the tears she was clearly holding back.

"Me too," I whisper. My own throat starts to hurt as I look up, blinking rapidly. I don't want to cry. I don't want to make it worse. I don't want to upset her. She doesn't deserve that.

"I don't wanna hurt," she says, tiny body heaving with a sob.

"I know," I tell her. Because I do.

"Why?" She begs for an answer that I don't have. I wish I knew. I wish I could tell her a lie, but she's too smart for that. She's too perceptive. She's always been good at that. She could never be fooled.

I don't get a chance to respond, because my own tears are falling freely now.

Gazing at her face hurts. I want to cradle her. I want to reach out and cup her face. I want to shelter her soft baby skin and her angelic doe eyes. I want to brush her curls from her face and kiss the bridge of her nose. I want to hold her and shield her from the world. I want to shield her from myself.

She's so beautiful.

I look at her, sitting beside me. I want to weep.

She'll suffer like me and end up exactly where I'm sitting now.

Another sob tears through my teeth. I can't hold them back anymore. I look at her and know she'll be hurt so badly. I look at her and know one day she'll stop sleeping for a few years. She'll be so lonely that the days become a blur. She'll become numb to the world for a time. She'll blame herself for whatever she can to cope. Soon, she'll be stuck with daily fears that never quite leave. She'll want to die eventually. She'll be burnt out, beat down, bloody, and exhausted. She'll end up in places she never imagined being.

She doesn't deserve it. How am I realizing this for the first time? How could I blame her once upon a time?

I wish I could make her proud, but all I've done is devastate her.

"I'm so sorry," I say, and I mean it so deeply that my body aches with the statement, "I'm so sorry. I love you. I love you, I swear."

"I love you, too" she says back, rubbing her tears with a pastel pink sleeve.

"I know I got horrible," I say to her, now wiping my own tears, "I know. I know it looks so bad, but I'm not done yet. We're not done yet, kid. It won't be horrible forever."

She wordlessly took my hand, squeezing it tight.

"We're doing this together," I say I as I draw her closer to me.

I wrap her in my arms, holding her tight. She clings to me, and my tears return silently as I rock her gently. I hold her like I'm holding the world in my arms. I hold her against me until I can't tell if I'm hearing my heartbeat or hers.

And eventually, I'm sitting alone, hugging myself and weeping. I don't know if it's hopeless tears or hopeful ones.

Either way, it can't be horrible forever.

[agooberscanons]

"Yeah...I've...not been able to get a good handle on what to do about this..." she frowned, staring down at her near empty mug. "I just ... I want to say the same to her, to you, to Natsuki...but..." her hands subconsciously slid to her forearms, touching the scars underneath.

"I'm still unsure I'm over the kind of 'love' I express...and I scared of what would happen if I did."

"The...those times back at the literature club...I remember....different events happening...I don't know if it really happened or not...but I remember...someone...confessing to me...and I fell so overwhelmed with emotion that I..."

Yuri didn't need to finish that sentence.

"Those vivid moments kept coming to me when I try to sleep, and...not even the voices can help with this... I...I want to be with all of you...but not with how I am right now. I need...I need to work loving myself properly, not just with forging swords and stuff. I need to seek actual therapy about all this."

Sayori can see how much Yuri is hurting about wanting to love them, but feeling that she's in the way of herself, meaning that it needs to be addressed first and foremost before any other progress can be made.

"Well, I would absolutely recommend therapy if you think it'll help, Yuri. It helped Monika and me pretty well, but ya know, it doesn't always work out for everyone?" She sips from her cup a little more, swirling the liquid in it idly. "As long as you want to go and know there's a chance it could help as much as it might not, then I say go for it~." She smiles warmly to her friend, as she says this. "You wanna try and that's a bigger step than most people are willing to take, ya know? I'll even hook you up with my therapist, if you'd like? Maybe see if Monika would share her's~?"

Siiiiiiiiiip.

"I also do some therapy as part of my job, but I know it might be weird coming from someone so close to you, so I won't recommend that you at all unless it's your idea to do so, okay?" Another marshmallow for chewing on. "We could also try my dreamscape stuff, but again, only if you'd want to."

Slurp.

"I definitely wanna help you help yourself, Yuri. I can see how much it's keeping you up at night and making you second-guess yourself. I know that has to feel awful, right?" She gently reaches next to her to hold Yuri's hand. "That's no way to live, so I'll be happy to do what I can for you. That's a promise, okay~?"

[sexpistxls]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

.ೃ࿔*︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶.ೃ࿔*︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶.ೃ࿔*︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬🙏🏻🙏🏻

❝𝓢𝐮𝐧𝒇𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝒗𝐨𝐥.6❞ 𝓗𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝓢𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬

❝𝓘 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝓚𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫

𝓘 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.❞

.ೃ࿔*︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶.ೃ࿔*︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶.ೃ࿔*︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Mista's work schedule was rather all over the place. Never knew when he would be late home, never knew if he'd be away for weeks on end, never knew if he'd even make it home alive some days.

(Y/N) knew this of course. But after a few years of dating, the latest Mista had ever gotten home was half one in the morning. He'd never been away for weeks and if he ever did, he would let (Y/N) know everything that was going on and kept her updated.

But that was until she'd gotten a call from a random number, which happened to be Mista who had to use a payphone. He'd often have to use public phones instead of his actual mobile for the safety of him and his loved ones. Every time he called her on a pay phone, (Y/N) knew his mission was an important one. So she couldn't help but worry.

❝Babe? Hey, you'll never fucking believe it. Bucciarati is renting a yacht.❞

❝A YACHT. Where's my invite you twat!❞ (Y/N) said jokingly.

❝Wish you could come babe, it's such a nice day too, but i have a sneaky suspicion it's work related. Wouldn't want you caught up in it all.❞

❝Yeah, just messing with you Guido. I take it you'll be home late? Wanna know if i'm gonna be treating myself to a takeaway tonight.❞ She said with a laugh.

❝WOOOOW. I see how it is. But yeah, might be a bit late- hold on a second- Bucciarati whatever you do, please don't rent yacht number 4.❞ The second half of the sentence being quiet and muffled as Mista moved away from the phone to talk to Bruno.

❝Anyway, so yeah i'll probably be late. Sorry 'bout that, (Y/N).❞

❝No worries! Just, please stay safe for me, Guido. Love you.❞

After a few more declarations of how much they loved each other, Mista was ripped away from the payphone by Narancia who couldn't hold in his excitement anymore.

The last time she heard from her boyfriend was that same day just a few hours after they last spoke.

Another 'unknown' number popped up on (Y/N)'s phone. But she knew it was Guido.

❝(Y/N). I cant talk for long, and i know this might be confusing but i cant tell you what's happening. I'm not gonna be home tonight.❞

❝Guido? Are you okay? You sound like you're in pain.❞ She fumbled over her words.

❝Nono, i'm fine babe, i promise- oh shit, i have to go now. I love you.❞ Again, he quickly and quietly poured his heart out, telling her how much he loved and adored her, not knowing if it would be the last time he was able to tell her.

It scared (Y/N) how little she was allowed to know. To top it off Mista sounded hurt. Unbeknownst to her, Guido had just been patched up by Fugo after he just had an intense fight on top of a moving van.

☁︎

That week felt like years. (Y/N) hardly slept, for when she tried, the constant thought about Mista and his well-being kept her awake. Sometimes her mind suggested the absolute worst case scenarios, it even made her stomach turn and made her go light headed. Once or thrice it even made her physically sick. If she wasn't able to sleep, she sat out on her balcony and just watched the sun rise. In hopes that maybe she'd catch Guido walking back home.

Coming back home to her.

She'd started cleaning the dishes and planned to head to bed afterwards. She'd try and use as many cups and plates as she could throughout the day just so she could wash them up later because it kept her busy and was one of the things that took her mind off of Mista.

But then some days she'd stand there, doing the washing up whilst manifesting his safe return. Sometimes she'd wash the same plate or bowl long after it was clean, completely lost in thought. And tonight was one of those nights.

The warm water rushed out of the tap and into the sink that contained the dirty dishes. Soft bubbles formed as she added more and more of her favourite smelling Fairy washing up liquid.

(Y/N) flinched as the warm water soon became too hot for her hands. A string of profanities spat from her mouth as she cussed out her sink.

❝Stupid fucking piece of shit. The tap isn't even turned all-the-fucking way, so why are you so fucking hot you shiting thing.❞ She blurted out as she turned on the cold water and ran her hand under it.

❝Hm, why am i so hot? Damn these natural good looks.❞ A familiar voice said as their hands snakes onto (Y/N)'s waist.

She spun around in shock to see Guido. (Y/N) said nothing as she dropped her sponge on the floor and practically jumped onto her boyfriend and kissed him.

❝You smell so bad.❞ She commented.

❝Wow, not even a hi.❞ He smirked.

❝Shut up! Are you okay? You're clothes are covered in blood? You have bruises all over you!❞ Her cold soapy hands roamed his face and clothes.

❝Hey! You're hands are freezing, 'ya know?❞

❝Guido shut your mouth, are you okay?❞

Instead of Guido shutting up, he decided to shut

(Y/N) up with another french kiss.

Guido and his team made it out alive, a few cuts and bruises maybe, but nonetheless, alive. On his way home he realised and thought about how everyone risked their lives. Of course he's risking his life everyday by being in a gang, but this mission made him realise it even more. The amount of people they had to kill, the amount of times he was almost killed. It made Mista realise how close he was to never being able to see (Y/N) again. All he wanted to do was hold, kiss and cherish her. And that's what he did until (Y/N) gave up with the questions and just indulged in what she craved and missed.

They kissed like it was their last one, in the comfort of their little kitchen, in their little apartment that over-looked the sea. The setting moon and stars sitting in the sky and reflecting off of the ocean- giving a gorgeous view for whoever looked at it. The main light from the kitchen hanging directly above the couple, acting as a spotlight on a dance floor.

A puddle started to form underneath their feet.

(Y/N) broke the kiss and looked at the floor, and then at the sink.

❝Shit! The taps still running.❞

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part six] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

The case is concluded and Chuuya collects his prize. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

3,461 words

warning: mentions of violence, murder, nsfw, smut, slight voyeurism

note: so i lied, there is one more part, which will be nothing but smut so be excited for that hehe

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || Masterlist

My ability is called Hell Hath No Fury and it gives me the ability to make a perfect clone of myself that is fueled by the anger, rage, pain and despair that dwells inside of me, and has been inside of me since I was small. The anger isn't something that's just there, I've been through a lot of things in my life that left my weary soul full of the negative emotions that powers my clone. I don't particularly like using my clone, as she could be quite scary. Like anger and hatred, she could be very hard to control sometimes.

"She is quite scary, huh?" Dazai hummed, voice full of humor as I told him about my ability, us now back at the ADA. I sat at my desk, shoulders slumped. "Took me by surprise~"

I laughed softly at him, shaking my head as I read the official report that was written at the conclusion of the Taichi investigation. There was an unreadable look on my face as I read through the text, Dazai swaying his chair from side to side beside me.

"It says that Taichi was killed by the drug dealer..." I repeated, grimacing as I recalled Chuuya shooting the same man right in his head. "I don't... know how to feel about this."

I was the one who killed Taichi, yet here I was, sitting at my desk in the ADA office with no consequences coming my way. Further reports say that the drug dealer soon met his own demise due to the retribution from the Port Mafia, which wasn't an exact lie.

"Just go along with it, Bella. The only ones who know the truth are-"

"I can't believe you would do something so... incredibly stupid." I winced as soon as Kunikida started barreling down on me, sighing as he continued to lecture me.

Of course, we had to tell Fukuzawa, as well as the rest of the core members of the ADA what happened. It was only fair, considering we had to make sure the story was solid. It was rather nerve wracking to say the least, and in total me fashion, I had cried right in front of the President.

I thought I would get fired, but all I got was a week's suspension. "Get some rest," Fukuzawa said to me, leaning back in his chair. "You're going to need it." I nodded my head, standing up and bowing to him quickly before I left his office.

"I guess I'll see you guys soon," I said to the others, holding my bag full of belongings in my hands. I gave them all one last wave before walking out of the office, aware of Dazai following behind me. As always, I chose to walk down the stairs, only going down two flights before I turned on my heel, dropping my bag and wrapping my arms tight around the taller man.

"Oof," Dazai gasped out before he wrapped his arms around me, chuckling a bit as he gave me a squeeze. "It's not like you'll be gone forever."

I sighed, keeping my face pressed against his chest. "I know. I think all the adrenaline from... everything finally left and now I honestly feel like shit. I'm so tired, Osamu."

"... would you like me to come with you?" Dazai asked and I shook my head, giving him a playful, scolding look.

"You need to finish that report, you lazy bastard," I replied, Dazai already whining and I rolled my eyes. "Call me later?"

Dazai stopped whining, gently cupping my face with his hand. He leaned in and kissed me, stealing my breath away as he always had. He smirked at my flushed face, stepping back. "Yeah. Now go."

I left him by the stairs, making my way back to my apartment. Now that I had a week off, I wasn't sure what I should do. I guess doing was Fukuzawa said and just resting would be a good thing, seeing as I was tired, both physically and emotionally.

But even as I try to sleep, I find myself tossing and turning, waking up every hour. I slumped on my back, letting out a frustrated breath as I stared at the ceiling.

"You know, bella... you're disrupting my beauty sleep," Dazai spoke from beside me and I rolled my eyes, huffing out a breath. Dazai chuckled softly, laying one arm under his head while the other rested over his tummy. "This will pass in time."

I sighed softly. "It's weird... I don't regret it."

"But you still took a life."

"Did you feel this way when you first killed someone?"

"... I honestly don't remember. When you're surrounded by nothing but darkness and carnage for a long time, stuff like that is nothing to be concerned about."

I frowned. "When you were in the Port Mafia... you were partners with Chuuya, right?"

"Like I said, we were the best~" Dazai sang and I smiled softly.

"Just imagining the two of you fighting together is kinda scary..."

"Well, when you have someone like Chuuya and the youngest executive in Port Mafia history, yeah, we were pretty scary!"

I choked. "You were an executive?!" I exclaimed in shock. I thought about Chuuya, and how he worked alongside the Leader of the Port Mafia himself. Dazai was that powerful? And with someone like Chuuya...?

"That's..."

"Terrifying?"

"Hot."

Dazai sputtered, bursting out into a fit of laughter. "You like dangerous men?"

I grinned widely, finally turning to cuddle against him. "Blame it on the daddy issues," I answered, making him snort. "Why did you leave?"

"You should try to get some sleep," Dazai replied, changing the subject and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah, though I won't be surprised if I can't," I mumbled unhappily, shifting a bit to get comfortable. I closed my eyes, hearing Dazai chuckled softly as I started to doze off.

Unsurprisingly, I slept like shit that night, my eyes were sore, the bags under my eyes puffy and dark. I groaned, waving Dazai goodbye tiredly as he left in the morning, heading to work after I scolded him for trying to sleep in and skip work.

The door closed behind him and I let myself fall back on my couch, just staring into nothing for a while before I grabbed my phone, pressing on Keiko's contact and calling her. She didn't answer.

After pressing the button on the side of her phone to end the incoming call, Keiko sighed nervously as she approached the man sitting in the desk before her, hands shaking as she placed down a large, thick envelope.

"Here you go. That's all of it," she said softly, quickly withdrawing her hands away and clasping them together against her chest.

Chuuya watched her carefully, noticing just how scared and timid Keiko was acting, and he honestly didn't blame her, not after what she's been through, and especially how Taichi continued to throw her under the bus, even after his death.

"I swear... I had nothing to do with what he was doing..." her voice trembled and Chuuya sighed deeply. He dug into his drawer, producing a cigarette for both himself and Keiko. She allowed him to light hers for her and there was a silence as they each took a drag.

"I believe you," Chuuya started, leaning back in his seat. "He used your name to open that offshore account and the safety deposit box, making sure not to have this all trail back to him." Keiko hung her head and Chuuya thought back to when he first saw her. She was way more outgoing and cheerful, and admittingly had a very sensual, attractive aura that even he himself would be into if she hadn't been with Taichi.

It was a shame to see that all gone, all because of one coward. It pissed Chuuya off immensely. She was essentially betrayed by someone she trusted, and Chuuya could relate to that all too well.

"But, everything is finally coming to a close with all the money Taichi stole from us coming back. Don't worry, Keiko, our investigation makes it more than clear that you are innocent in this. You have nothing to worry about," Chuuya said, but Keiko still looked troubled. She said my name softly and he looked at her questionably.

"What about her...?" she asked softly. "Is she clear?"

"You did see the official report, right?" Chuuya replied in turn, taking another drag from his cigarette. Keiko nodded silently. "It wasn't that hard to form the story. There was at least some truth to it. The drug dealer was as good as dead... as well as Taichi. She just beat us to it. We can let this slide."

Keiko sighed in relief, taking another drag from her own cigarette. "That's a relief... I was worried about what would happen to her."

"Nothing," Chuuya answered. "And we will be keeping an eye on her for a while too."

Keiko nodded in understanding. "I'm still worried about her, though. She's been having a hard time sleeping and I'm sure it's just... everything finally getting to her..." Keiko sighed deeply, rubbing her eyebrows. "But I don't know what to do... she's in this mess because of me, I wanna help her but I don't even know how to help myself!"

"And that should be your main focus right now," Chuuya spoke, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't worry about her. I'll take care of her."

"But why?" Keiko questioned. "It's not like you care about her. Or love her."

Chuuya rolled his eyes. "There's no love there, but she's... fun."

Keiko snorted at that. "She's not one for love and relationships. I guess that's why she's involved with you, and Dazai. There's a mutual understanding there, and I guess if it works for you guys, then it's okay. But-"

Chuuya quirked an eyebrow. "But?"

"She's still sensitive. She wears her heart on her sleeve, so even if there really is no love here, I'm sure she still cares for you guys. That's just how she is. So I ask... just don't hurt her. That's all. If it all ends... just make sure she doesn't get hurt." Keiko clenched her fists. "I don't know what I'll do to you if she does."

Chuuya just stared at her, pleasantly surprised. He let out a short laugh. "Are you threatening me?"

"Yes."

Chuuya grinned, laughing again as he shook his head. The loyalty in this friendship was honestly a sight to see. It was refreshing. "I don't usually respond well to threats, so I'll let this slide. You've done all you can do, so you can head on home if you want. If you're lucky, we won't see each other again."

"Well, if you're still seeing my best friend, we probably will," Keiko said, standing up, feeling a little less nervous. "Goodbye, Chuuya. Stay safe out there."

Chuuya nodded. "I hope you can heal and become your old self again. It's sad to not see that pretty smile on your face."

Keiko blushed brightly. "Shameless flirt," she shot at him playfully, turning away from him to leave. Chuuya laughed loudly from his desk.

"So, are you okay now?" I asked Keiko over the phone, her telling me about her meeting with Chuuya. She first apologized for ignoring my call, but it didn't bother me that much. I was only glad that she was doing okay.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Gonna spend the rest of the day home and figure out what to do."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well... I'm thinking of going away for a while. Maybe for six months... just to heal and find myself again."

"Six months?! What about your job?"

"I quit. I want to start my life over again, but I love Yokohama, so I figured... I can get another job when I come back! I'm gonna sell my condo too!"

I was stunned. "I... but where do you plan on even going?!"

"Hm... maybe Europe? I'm not sure yet. Are you... okay with me leaving?"

"Of course! I support you with everything you do in your life. I just want you to be safe and okay..."

"I'm glad. I'm pretty determined, but don't worry! I will always come home!"

Keiko and I talked for a while after that, a smile on my face as we ended the call. I was happy to see that Keiko was trying to turn her life around, proud of her for being so strong. It was rather inspiring, and helped me to gain my own strength to get my shit together as well.

The day went on, and I was in the kitchen making an early dinner when there was a knock on my door. I was annoyed, thinking it was Dazai flaking out on work again, but as I opened my door, I was surprised to see a certain red head at my door.

"Chuuya?"

"Wow. You look like shit."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, turning and walking back into my kitchen, Chuuya following behind me.

"Gee, thanks."

"What are you doing?"

"Cooking an early dinner. You want some?"

"Yeah, sure."

It wasn't long until Chuuya and I sat across from each other, chowing down on some food and filling our bellies.

"So, what's up?" I asked him, drinking some water. Chuuya was still stuffing his face, almost choking at one point before he downed his glass of water to save himself.

"Well," Chuuya coughed. "I came here to collect my prize."

I blinked. "Your prize? What are- oh," I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. That stupid race Dazai proposed. Chuuya was the one who figured it all out first, and I was the prize for the lucky winner. "So, you wanna have sex later then? I'm cool with that."

Chuuya scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "No. Well, yes, but no. Not yet. I'm taking you somewhere."

I raised my eyebrows. "Where?"

"Shut up and don't worry about it. You'll see when you get there."

I narrowed my eyes at him, just wondering what the fuck he was up to. What could it possibly be that he wouldn't tell me what his plan was? It was rather suspicious and I began to grow wary.

But we finished eating and Chuuya didn't even give me a chance to pack before he dragged me out of my apartment. I managed to get my keys, phone and purse, and I gave him the stink eye the entire time I was stuck in the backseat of a fancy car with him.

"Are you having me killed?"

"I will if you don't shut up."

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest as Chuuya took me to my supposed doom. But we arrived at our destination, and I was extremely confused as I looked up at the rather luxurious hotel. I didn't get the chance to question it, Chuuya leading me inside. We were immediately greeted by the hotel attendants, and led to the elevator. We rode it all the way to the top floor, the attendant leaving us alone as the doors opened and we walked out into the hallway.

"Chuuya..." I let out a small breath as he led me inside the penthouse, my jaw dropping as I took my first look at the very luxurious space. "What is this?"

"Keiko told me you were having a rough time," Chuuya spoke, taking off his hat and then his jacket, hanging them up carefully. "I figured this would help you. Full body massages, jacuzzi, anything you could ever want to just... relax. It's all here."

"But... Chuuya, you didn't have to," I whispered, still in awe with my face heated up.

"Well, just deal with it," Chuuya huffed.

"Isn't this expensive though?"

"It's nothing. Just... think about this as my prize. Taking care of you."

Now my face was burning hot, Chuuya's own flushed red. I gave him a look, his words making me smile a bit despite how flustered they made me.

"You sound like a sugar daddy."

He didn't respond. That made me giggle. "How long will we be here."

"For the week, until you get back to work."

"But how did you..." I trailed off, gasping when Chuuya gave me a light push further into the penthouse.

It was an amazing, large open area space with a full kitchen, all the top appliances, a flat screen and a huge king size bed. The bathroom was just as fabulous, the large soaker tub calling my name.

"Oh, I need to get in that," I declared, making Chuuya laugh lightly. He watched as I looked around the bathroom, taking it upon himself to start filling up the tub. I turned to him and smirked. "Will you join me?"

"Like you have to ask that."

After finding a nice smelling bath bomb to put in the tub, Chuuya and I undressed and carefully climbed inside, sighing blissfully as the hot water immediately began to relax our muscles. I sat between Chuuya's legs, my back against his chest and my head resting against his shoulder. My eyes were closed, Chuuya's strong hands roaming all over my body.

"Tired?" Chuuya asked me softly and I sighed, nodding my head.

"Yeah... like Keiko said, I've been having a shit time sleeping," I answered, turning my head to lightly kiss Chuuya's jaw lightly. "But maybe a relaxing massage would help. Oh, but it's kinda late, huh? The masseuse would be gone by now."

Chuuya's hands continue to roam my body, one moving south. I let out a deep sigh when he began to rub circles on my clit.

"Yeah... but I can think of other ways to make you sleep," Chuuya whispered in my ear before he bit into my earlobe. I sigh again, Chuuya then capturing my lips with his own.

After making me cum on his fingers in the tub, we finished up in there before we found ourselves tangled up in the sheets of the king sized bed. Chuuya had my legs thrown over his shoulders, his cock plunging deep into me with every thrust he made.

"You're mine..." Chuuya breathed out, hissing and moaning from the pleasure. "... for the entire week... gonna make sure the only name you know is mine." He growled, clenching the sheets on either side of me tightly in his fists.

"Oh, yes, yes yes!" I cried out, back arching off my bed, eyes going wide as a voice that was not Chuuya's spoke up.

"Oh, that's just cute."

Whipping our heads around, we were shocked to see a certain detective standing at the foot of the bed, lecherous grin on his pretty face. We froze, Chuuya's cock still inside me, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Dazai?!" I shrieked.

"How the fuck did you get in here?!" Chuuya followed, glaring at the man. "What the hell?!"

"You can't hide things from me~" Dazai sang, not even hiding the fact that he was enjoying what he was seeing, his eyes slowly trailing over both of our naked bodies. "I was wondering why you called me to ask about her schedule... so I did some digging."

Chuuya hung his head, gritting his teeth in annoyance. "I am going to kill you."

Dazai laughed heartily, waving his hand dismissively. "No, no! Don't let me disturb you! I can watch! You guys were having so much fun!"

Before Chuuya could even react, he ended up groaning, his wide blue eyes finding mine. "Did you... fucking like that?" he asked and I stuttered a bit. "Do you want him to watch us?"

Another chill went down my spine at the thought and Chuuya groaned again as I clenched tightly around him. Chuuya cursed, feeling his cock twitch inside of me. He cursed again, becoming more overcome with arousal.

"Interesting," he breathed out, small puffs of air hitting my face. He smirked slightly, glancing back at Dazai. "This brings back memories."

"Fond memories," Dazai hummed and I looked back and forth between the two of them questionably.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Both of their eyes were now on me, and the intensity of their gazes made me gasp sharply, another chill going down my spine.

"Why have him just watch," Chuuya began, nuzzling his face against my neck. "When he can join us? Oh, fuck, you squeezed me so tightly just now..."

I trembled, heart hammering in my chest at the mere idea. A threesome? With Chuuya and Dazai. Looking over, I catch Dazai slipping off his tan jacket, gulping as he started to work on getting his shirt off.

"We have a week, right? Oh, this is going to be so much fun."

-End

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment."  Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Chapter 5 complete. Hope everyone is stayin' safe, Rockin' those Positive Vibes, and havin' an absolutely wonderful day. BUG-OUT 🐞💮🐞

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

may i request winter anderson?? maybe a reader that had a nightmare, and she gets paranoid because they won't tell her what it's about? but really it's just something stupid, like an irrational childhood fear or something and they were embarrassed about it. <3

YES, Winter is bae, I will never turn down a request for her. I went with spiders being the fear since they seem to be a pretty common one also I'm afraid of them myself and I would love to be comforted by Winter Enjoy <3

Nighttime Terrors (Winter Anderson x reader)

Warnings: mentions of dream induced anxiety, mentions of paranoia, swearing

You were curled up next to Winter sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden your dreams turned sour.

A spider appeared next to you on the bed, then another one, until you were completely surrounded. Letting out a blood curdling sceam, you tried to kick them off of you to no avail.

Next to you, Winter was abruptly woken from her sleep as you began kicking her in the side.

"Hey, what's going on?" She asked, still a bit drowsy. "Babe?"

Realizing you were having a nightmare, she gently tried to shake you awake.

"Babe, wake up!"

When you finally woke up, you found yourself covered in a cold sweat. Thinking you were still dreaming, you started kicking at the blanket again.

"Get them off of me! Get them off!" You shouted as Winter desperately tried to calm you down. "Get them the fuck off!"

"Hey, hey, it's okay, you're okay, you were just having a bad dream," she calmly tried to reassure you. "You're okay, I'm here. You're safe now."

You began to softly sob as you huddled closer to her.

"You're okay, everything's okay. You're safe," she said as she gently rubbed your back. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?"

You fearfully shook your head no as Winter felt her heart break in two. She knew that whatever you had dreamed of really freaked you out and it would be best to give you space, but part of her couldn't help but think maybe you didn't want to tell her because you didn't trust her.

"Well, you can always tell me tomorrow," she said as she held you close.

Moments later you drifted back to sleep, but she still couldn't shake the fact that you didn't trust her enough to tell her what you dreamed about. She decided she'd confront you about it when you woke up.

The next day, she was making breakfast when you came downstairs.

"Good morning," she greeted you as she checked on the bacon, making sure it wasn't burnt.

"Morning," you said back as you yawned.

"How did you sleep? After what happened last night, I mean," she asked as she poured you a cup of coffee.

"Okay, I guess," you said.

After a couple minutes of sitting in silence, Winter spoke up again.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"If you don't mind me asking, what was your dream about?"

You glanced up at her before taking a sip of you coffee. "Oh, it was nothing really. Nothing worth mentioning anyway."

"Are you sure? Because you really freaked me out last night," she said as she watched you. "I guess...I just wanted to make sure you were okay, that's all."

"Aw, babe." You reached over and took her hand. "I'm sorry for upsetting you. It's just, the thing that scared me in my dream is a little...embarassing, to say the least."

"What, did you go to school in your underwear or something?"

You chuckled. "No. I was...I was surrounded by spiders," you mumbled.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you. Could you repeat that?"

"I was surrounded by spiders," you said as you hid your face in your hands, awaiting her reaction.

"Oh. Is that all?"

"Is tha- is that all?! They're spiders, for God's sake! They're scary!" You exclaimed. "They have so many legs! Why do they need that many legs?! And those eyes-!"

She laughed at your reaction. "Well, I'm glad you're okay. And if you ever have a dream like that again, you have to let me know, alright?"

"Alright, I promise," you said as you gave her a kiss.

Glad that she had finally gotten to the bottom of what had scared you, Winter sighed contentedly. "Let's eat breakfast."

~

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[julyarchives]

Third Time Is The Charm

Two times you and Wooseok didn't kiss, and one time you did.

→ Pairing: Wooseok x Reader

→ Genre: Fluff

→ Words:  1.5K

→ Warnings: teeny tiny mention of Alcohol; a little bit of awkwardness

→ A/n: we absolutely adored writing this story, it is so cute and matches this boy-ish side of Wooseok we love so much! Thank you, Anon, for making this request, we hope you like it!

It was a drunk slip when Hongseok said "It's just like Wooseok! He is so whipped for Y/N but doesn't make a move because he's intimidated by her." The words slurred through his intoxicated lips.

You were sure that if Wooseok was there, he would have smacked Hongseok in the back of the head, but everyone that was there just giggled and joked at his expense. But you were also there and you don't think they were aware that you had a huge crush on Wooseok as well. Or they actually did, and letting you know about his side was part of some sort of evil plan.

Either way, since that day you tried to reach out to Wooseok, but there just wasn't a good moment. He probably heard about what happened from some of the other boys and was extra shy around you. You decided to give him some time and just be a normal friend to him, so he would start acting normal again.

It was a normal hang-out day and you went to the kitchen to get everyone some drinks. Wooseok arrived with the food and entered the room struggling with a bunch of bags in his hands.

"Here, let me help you" you took a few bags and placed them on top of the table, making it easier for him to manage around the ones left for him.

Once done with the food, you two stood awkwardly in silence.

"Hey" you smiled shyly, realizing you hadn't greeted him yet.

"Hey, Y/N" he answered just as shyly as you did, it was adorable to see the blush on his cheeks.

You just stared at each other with the dumbest smile on your faces, but you decided that being alone with him while the others played videogame was a good opportunity to come forward with your feelings.

"Listen-"

"Can I-"

You both spoke at the same time and giggled at the coincidence, but he motioned for you to go first.

"I believe the boys told you about what Hongseok said the other day" you began

"I'm really sorry about that, he's just being silly" he scratched the back of his head, messing with his fluffy hair.

"No, it's fine" you reached up and gently grabbed his hand, holding it in between both of yours. His doe-eyes widened in surprise, but you just continued "are you really intimidated by me?"

"No!" He answered anxiously "I mean, yes, but no" he stumbled onto his words and you giggled and squeezed the hand you were holding, trying to give him some reassurance. "It's just, you're the coolest, you know? I don't know what to do around you, I'm afraid to make a fool out of myself."

"You're cool as well, you idiot" you chuckled at the last word "and you are one of the coolest boys I know, you don't have to be self-conscious around, really."

"Thank you" he said, smiling at you.

You didn't think much, just let go of his hands and reached up to cup his cheek, caressing it with your thumb, and he immediately leaned into your touch. You took a deep breath, gathered some courage, and stepped closer to him. His gaze darted from your eyes to your lips, and his hands shyly rested on both sides of your waist.

You were so close now that you could feel his hot breath against your face, and his eyes closed when you leaned further. You felt your lips grazing his, and your stomach filled up with butterflies of anticipation when suddenly a yell interrupted

"I smell fried chicken! Did Wooseok arrive with the food?!" Shinwon shouted from the living room, and you could hear the other agreeing

You sighed and buried your head on the crook of Wooseok's neck out of frustration.

"Yes, you freaking vultures, the food is here" you turned around, shouting back.

Before leaving the room, you looked back at him, who stood motionless, probably processing what almost happened, and you shot him a wink, making a small grin rise on the corner of his lips.

After dinner, everyone agreed to put on a movie, and you sat on the couch next to Wooseok, who you have been exchanging smiles and secret looks all night long, but unfortunately no opportunity to be alone again.

Under the covers, you gently slid your hand under his, to which he immediately intertwined your fingers together.

Everyone was paying close attention to the movie, eyes glued on the screen, and you decided it was a good opportunity to scoot closer to him without dragging unnecessary attention. Wooseok caught up on you, and also moved closer, releasing your hand only to put his arm around your shoulder.

This time it was Wooseok who made the first step, nuzzling your cheeks quietly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You leaned into him, turning your head teasingly slow, biting your lip to provoke him.

Your lips actually touched his this time and you sighed in content, but just when you were going to deepen the kiss a jump scare happened in the movie, startling everyone, and consequently startling you. Rather than being frustrated, you and Wooseok started giggling, causing a few curious looks to you two.

Maybe they all noticed you two because when the movie ended everyone acted awkwardly, and they all decided they had to leave, rushing their ways outside and leaving you and Wooseok behind.

The door closed behind them and silence filled the room. Suddenly you felt shy and you and Wooseok stood awkwardly facing each other, neither of you certain of what to do next.

"So," you broke the silence "I guess we're alone now."

"I guess" a small smile lit upon his face

"So what do we do now?" You asked, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"I don't know" he chuckled embarrassedly.

Without saying another word you got closer, smiling shyly at each other. When you moved to end the distance between you, so did Wooseok, you accidentally bumping a shoe against his, almost tripping. He caught you and chuckled, your embarrassment growing.

"Not that intimidating anymore, am I?", you laughed.

"Not much", he laughed with you. "Come here". He pulled you closer, holding you by the hips.

You moved closer, straightening your back to reach him and end the distance between you, only to see him doing the same. Your noses touched first, leaving you with half-closed eyes and confused expressions. You couldn't help but giggle even if Wooseok looked embarrassed about it.

"This isn't working. Seriously, what does the world have against us kissing?", he said with a pout.

"Let's go slow". You smiled, gently moving your hands to his cheeks, guiding both of your movements.

Your lips touched and while it was sweet, it was a bit weird as both of you had your eyes open to monitor how you'd move. Both of you backed away with a laugh but nodded at each other as a mock concentration agreement. When you moved next, it was wonderful. The kiss fit perfectly, a gentle peck of lips first but then Wooseok took the initiative to deepen the kiss, his tongue gently prying your lips open.

You sighed into the kiss, a whole day of pent-up want finally coming out. His hands started to caress your sides, running up and down gently and you smiled into the kiss. Your thumbs retributed the caresses on his cheeks, to which he only took as a sign to kiss you deeper, bodies now moving with the kiss, feeling each other slowly.

It was a sweet slow make-out session and you couldn't be happier. When the air was needed you pulled back, hiding your face on Wooseok's neck, your new favorite place. He kissed your head and gently pried you away from your hiding spot, a sweet smile on his face. Staring at each other in silence wasn't as awkward as it was before but your mind was torn. You had no idea what you were supposed to do now and apparently neither did he.

"I think I want to kiss you more", he said and you smiled wider, not needing to decide anything.

"I do too", you answered.

"Good thing we have time and space now", Wooseok seemed to be way more relaxed now.

You didn't even answer, you pulled him down for another kiss and gently moved both of you to the couch. Sitting down, you managed to hold him close and make out more and more at ease. After a few minutes of not many words and a lot of kissing, both of you just held each other, giving small pecks once in a while.

"We should do this more often", you said.

"I won't complain if we do", Wooseok was smiling beautifully.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Won't it end too late? How will I leave?"

"That's actually my goal", you laughed. "Stay". He kissed you again before answering as if he couldn't help himself.

"Gladly".

[desertofsnowflakes]

Incorrect Order Chapter 7 (Nessian AU)

A/N: Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: none ig

2097 words | Incorrect Order Masterlist | Read on AO3

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Wearing a tee is fairly simple. Just bunch it up and pull it over his neck, then, put his arms through. That's it. This is the third time he was trying to get himself in this damn t-shirt. The first time, he wore it the other way round. The next time he accidentally tried putting his neck where his arm was meant to go. He got snarled in the t-shirt in the process. It's a miracle the garment hadn't ripped off. His brushed hair also got mussed and tangled in the process.

Cassian sighed and held his dark brown tee up. His mind was still playing his memories with Nesta on loop. It just wouldn’t stop. Not when he was sulking, bathing, changing—

The doorbell rang. A quick glance at his wall clock confirmed that the hour was ungodly enough that most would be asleep. Wondering who exactly it was, Cassian opened the door—

—and his mind blanked out. There, standing in front of him, in all her glory was Nesta. Nesta, who had snapped at him earlier. Nesta in a white oversized sweater and black tight-fit leggings. A small bag was slung on her shoulder. He was pretty sure he was gawking like an idiot. He forced his mouth to shape her name.

***

“Nesta,” he breathed. Nesta could hear awe and reverence in his voice. So much that she shivered. There was pain in his voice too. Tears pricked her eyes. How selfish of her to run to him even after she hurt him. But she couldn’t turn away. Not now, not after walking from her home to here. She closed her eyes and swallowed. His bare torso didn’t help matters either. His torso was a wonderful masterpiece. His tattoos were starker in the moonlight. She longed to trace them with her fingers. Nesta immediately shut that train of thought. She didn’t come here for that. She came here because of Tomas. That’s it.

Cassian was peering over her shoulders when she opened her eyes. Frowning, he asked, “How did you come here? Has your cab left?”

“No,” she said. “I walked here.” His eyes snapped to her face. He took a step back and opened the door wider, “Come in,” he said.

Nesta could feel his eyes on her while she stepped through the threshold and took her time to look through his house. It wasn’t as big as Feyre’s but it was bigger than her apartment. She saw a rumpled t-shirt discarded on the dark blue couch and reigned in a smile. She heard the click of the lock and turned to face him. He looked at her and ran a hand through his hair, tousling it further. Her eyes tracked the wispy strands moving in between his slender, long fingers. Cauldron, she thought, this was going to be very difficult, indeed.

He nodded at the couch, “Have a seat. You must be tired. How long was the walk?” he queried.

She took her seat on the soft couch and replied, “Around half an hour including a short break I took.”

He nodded. The pained expression, mixed with one of longing, didn't leave his face yet. “Why are you here Nesta? Truly? Just a few hours ago, you were screaming in my face and now, you’re in my house looking rattled. What do you want?”

Nesta stared at her hands resting on her lap, took in a ragged breath and said, “Tomas.”

The shock was evident on his face. “Tomas?” he repeated. She saw as the shock on his face bled and became anger. “Did he disturb you again?” he demanded.

“No,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. “No. He wasn’t really even there. I was on my bed. Trying to get some sleep. I couldn’t sleep, I kept tossing and turning on my bed. Sleep felt so far away. But after sometime I think I fell asleep. Then I felt like I woke up. It was bright. It all felt weird to me. And that was when I saw him. He was in my room. His hand was around my neck, squeezing. He was talking and talking.” The words were gushing out of her now, a panicked flow of words. She continued, “Then he slapped me. He also had a knife with him. He kept threatening me. Telling me about the way he said he wanted to kill me. And—and he used his knife on me. He stabbed my arm and kept dragging upward slowly. It hurt like hell. That was what I didn’t understand. The pain. It all felt very real. Most of all, my pain.” She looked back at Cassian. He was silently listening, she was grateful for that. “That’s why I came here,” she admitted. “I got scared. The vulnerability I felt… I want to be ready when he comes back. And he will come back. He isn’t the type to let things go. I need your help. Help me,” she pleaded. She wasn’t aware of the tear escaping her eye.

Cassian got up and seated himself beside her. He cupped her cheek. Unconsciously, she leaned closer to him. He gently brushed her tears away. “I’ll help you,” he said gently. “You’ll be ready. When the time comes, you’ll be ready. I’ll make sure of it. Only if you call me Cass.”

She grinned. “That wouldn’t be very difficult,” she said.

***

Cassian felt like he was selling his soul in a bargain to the devil. He knew. He knew that this wouldn’t end well for him. He knew he’ll end up having his heart broken. But he couldn’t resist. He couldn’t bring himself to say no to her.

Nesta wrapped her arms around his middle. He froze. The sensation of her hands on his bare skin was a shock to his senses and elicited a shiver down his spine. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much. Really.” she gave him a playful smile. “Cass,”she said with more emphasis than necessary. And Mother, he didn’t regret letting her call him Cass one bit.

She yawned and stretched like a cat. He liked that too, he decided.

“Have you slept?” he asked.

“A bit. You?”

He shook his head. He gestured to her to follow him up the stairs. “You can sleep here till dawn in Mor’s room. You know, the room you used the last time.”

“Cass,” she said. He halted, turning back to face her. “I really need to say this. I’m sorry. Truly. I shouldn’t have said what I did last night.”

He didn’t say it’s okay because it really wasn’t. He just nodded, acknowledging her apology, showing her that he couldn’t forget how much it hurt him but he’ll try to come to terms with both of their mistakes. They reached Mor’s door.

She hesitated. “I don’t have any clothes to change to,” she said.

“It’s fine,” he said. “Mor’s clothes would fit you, though it would be slightly loose. You can also use the bathroom to wash up or anything else you want to do. I’ll be in the room down the corridor—” he said, gesturing to the second last door— “so just knock if you need anything, okay?”

She nodded and thanked him again before closing the door and preparing for bed. He entered his room and plopped on the bed. It might’ve been how tired he felt or it might have been her presence two rooms away, but in mere minutes, Cass was fast asleep.

***

A few fast and hard knocks on his door woke Cassian from his sleep. Groggily, he opened the door to find Nesta in a tank top and shorts. Very short shorts. She looked disturbed, though.

“What happened?” he asked her.

“I can’t sleep,” she said, her voice small.

Cassian’s heart, or at least, what was left of it, broke. He hated to see this. Cold, sharp Nesta now, standing in front of him, scared and afraid. He felt a surge of protectiveness in him. He wanted to tuck her to his side and shield her from every and any harm that would come to her.

He held his hand out for her and brought her into his room. “Sit,” he gestured to his bed, “What do you want to do?”

She smiled tentatively, “Would you tell me about yourself? We haven’t introduced ourselves properly. I think I want to hear more about you from you yourself. And if you want… I could tell you some things about myself too.”

He sat on the bed beside her and said, “That’ll be fun.” He saw this not only as a means to escape the horrid things in her head, but also as a peace offering. He couldn’t forgive and forget the things she told him earlier but he could try to play along with her patching up.

“Who’s gonna start first?” she asked.

He dramatically placed his hand on his bare chest in a variation of a bow and said, “After you, my lady.”

She laughed and asked, “Do you ever wear a shirt at home?”

“Why? Getting distracted already?”

“Can’t you just answer my question?” she asked hotly, though a light blush was creeping up her cheeks.

The corner of his lips kicked up a notch, “I do wear shirts at home.”

“Good,” she said and opened her mouth to continue when he interrupted her.

“Wait,” he said, “Now, you haven’t answered my question.”

“I didn’t deem it worthy enough to answer.”

He pouted, “You wound me, Nes.”

“Stop being overdramatic. And don’t call me Nes!” she snapped half heartedly.

“Twice,” aggrievedly, he said, “you wounded me twice. Also,” he smirked, leaning closer to her, “you like it.”

“Like which?”

“Being called Nes.”

“I don’t.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Now you’re the one who’s getting distracted. What did we plan for and what are we doing now? If this is how things are gonna be, I think you’ll prove to be a very bad teacher.”

“Now, Nes, you need to know that I’m good at many, many things and would prove to be an extremely focused teacher,” he said, voice husky. He knew she caught his meaning when the blush on her cheeks deepened. He leaned back on his palms, “Go on.”

So she spoke. She told him of her time when both her parents were alive; of the time when they grieved their mother’s death; when she kept herself away from her sisters after becoming orphans; when she made the mistake of falling for Tomas. “Honestly,” she had told him, “when I look at him now, I wonder how I fell in love with him in the first place.” She then told him of how her relationship with Tomas was a toxic one; him being abusive and controlling; how he made her feel low of herself; how he never respected her; how he kept cheating on her. She told Cassian of the day Tomas hit her and accused her of cheating just because he saw her paying for her groceries at a male’s counter. She told him of how she called the police immediately after and got him behind bars. By the time she was over, Nesta was curled by his side, tears silently streaming down her beautiful face, him rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Then he told her about himself. He decided to tell her the plain truth without any alterations. She deserved it. But it felt intimate, somehow, sharing the details he hadn’t spoken out loud. Even Az and Rhys had only seen what he did and never pushed afterwards. He told her as much before telling her about how much he loved his mother; of how he never knew his father and that was for his father’s own good; of how his mother was killed one day while he was at school; of how he beat the men involved into pulp; of how he was called a brute and a bastard there on; of how he first met Rhys and Az at his school; of how Rhys’s mother took him in as her own son; of the silly things and the trouble the trio would create.

“You are a very good friend, Cass. And an even better man,” Nes said

His heart warmed. He said, “Don’t care about what Tomas said. You’re a beautiful, intelligent, brave, witty and sharp woman. And I,” he paused, “I like you very much as a friend too.”

He didn’t understand the short pang of disappointment on his face. All he could think was, shit, I almost said I loved her.

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ssw | pietro maximoff; you make my heart beat faster. [ suggestive ]

Notes:

Okay, so.. This is kind of a follow up to the one shot I wrote a few months ago, happy birthday. So this picks up the next day. Idk where this idea came from or if it even makes sense when read immediately after that one, but ah well. My brain kept nagging at me to write the thing so I wrote the thing.

[ happy birthday ] for those who haven't read it already.

The translation: ty chuvstvuyesh', chto delayesh' so mnoy, kotenok = "do you feel what you're doing to me, kitten?" loosely via Google translate.

Prompts:

taken from either [ HERE ] or [ HERE ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

the daydream of him inside you // seeing the bulge in his pants // you make my heart beat faster. - those were all the prompts / inspiration used to write this.

Fandom / Character:

MCU / Pietro Maximoff x Barton!OFC, Nicola.

Other Writing Nicola / Pietro can be found in:

[ happy birthday ] + several other oooold posts way back on the blog I think. I wanna write a fic for them one day. We shall see, though.

Warnings:

[ NSFW. Absolutely no minors.] If you're underage, this was not written for you -nor should you be reading it. If you choose to keep reading, this is strictly a you problem. I can't do anything about it. I warned you.

Things you need to be warned about before reading: implied sexual encounter.

Yes. I realize that I don't go full into writing out the scene. But there's enough here that anyone underage has zero business reading it. So, I'm warning you guys now.

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“Are you feeling okay? You’ve barely touched your food, Nicola.”

My mom’s concerned question cut through my thoughts and I made myself smile, nodding. Taking a bite as I replied through a mouthful, “I’m fine. Was just thinking. That’s all.”

“About?” my mom eyed me expectantly. Hints of an amused smile played at her lips. I hesitated for a moment. If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost swear that somehow she knew something was up.

,, would it be a stretch to think so? One, she is my mom and two, I’ve been acting skittish and just plain out of it all damn day...” the thought came and as quickly as it did, I shoved it down in the depths of my brain.

I shrugged. “ Nothing in particular.” I gave the vaguest answer I could come up with. If she had one tenth of a clue what I’d really been thinking about just now, I’m honestly not sure how she’d react to it.

I’d been replaying last night over and over again in my mind all day. Every single part of me was dying to ask Pietro if it meant anything or not but at the same time, every single part of me was also scared to death to do that very thing. The one or two times we’d been alone with each other today and I did try, the words got stuck in my throat. And he wasn’t behaving any differently than he normally did, so I kind of just… Let it go. Started to convince myself that making the two of us love the night before was just a one time thing. As my best friend Simone would put it, “Sometimes, you just need to scratch that itch.”

The whole problem with her theory is that even now, having scratched this particular itch.. I wanted to do it again. And again.

I wanted so much more than that too. The brief glimpse I’d gotten of Pietro beneath the sarcasm and the flirty swagger the night before completely did me in. I’d gone from trying hard to keep him at arms length to falling head over feet in love with him and knowing this drove me crazy.

I felt someone staring at me.

I looked up just as Pietro was looking down. Pouting to myself a little, I reached out to grab the spoon in the bowl of mashed potatoes to scoop another serving onto my plate. Pietro reached for the spoon at the same time and when our hands brushed, I felt this little jolt.

He moved his hand but not until he’d let it linger against mine for a second or two. His gaze not leaving mine for the entirety of it. Under the table, my thighs clenched tight. I could see his hands all over me again in my head. Feel his cock buried deep inside me.

I went from a little wet to full on soaked between the mental imagery and the brush of his hand against mine. My stomach coiled.

My body tensed a little.

I dropped my gaze first, busying myself with putting more potatoes on my plate. Pietro kept watching me.

My parents were talking at the head of the table as my mom fed Nathaniel some smushed peas and carrots... My little sister scarfed down her food and then shot out of her chair and out the backdoor to go play a game of tag with my brother in the backyard before it got to dark to play and they had to come inside.

I dared to glance up from shoveling food into my mouth and Pietro gave a teasing wink. Biting his lip as he openly fucked me with his eyes.

And there it went.. The lazy flip flop of my stomach. And no matter what I tried, I couldn’t tear my eyes out of the ocean blue depths of his.

I couldn’t take any more of the torture that was being around him and not having the courage to ask what I was dying to know so I stood and grabbed my plate as soon as I finished eating, making my way into the kitchen to put it in the sink.

I went ahead and washed it while I stood there. I was just drying the plate and about to put it away in the cabinet overhead when I felt Pietro’s muscular body press against me from behind. Wordlessly, he took the plate from my hand and sat it on the top of the stack inside. I turned to face him.

This put us body to body.

I swallowed hard. My mouth opened and closed and for about five or six seconds, I willed myself to say something. Do something.

But I couldn’t bring myself to. Because as much as I was dying to know whether last night was a one time thing or if there was really something between us… Parts of me were scared to death that if I asked, I wouldn’t like the answer.

And that kept me quiet.

Pietro’s hand raised. Reaching out. Brushing strands of hair out of my eyes. I barely restrained a whimper at the touch. His eyes flashed a brighter blue and his head tilted slightly as he stared down at me.

Lost in thought.

His hips pressed into mine harder. When I felt the bulge in his jeans, I took a few shaky breaths. His hand rested on my hip, squeezing. Digging the tips of his fingers into it. He leaned down slightly and his mouth grazed the shell of my ear as he asked, “ty chuvstvuyesh', chto ty delayesh' so mnoy, kotenok?” in a breathless whisper.

If I thought I was wet before, hearing him speak to me in his native tongue had me soaked. Absolutely flooded. The only word I could pick out of whatever he’d asked was kitten. And as usual, when he called me kitten, my heart fluttered just a little more in my chest. He rocked himself into me clumsily and I sucked in a breath.

“Pietro.” I muttered. I was right on the verge of asking him what he’d just said. And asking him about what the night before truly was, if he felt anything or if it just kinda… happened. But just as I thought I’d finally be able to get the words out, it’s like my brain froze up all over again. I frowned at myself in frustration and sighed, shaking my head. “Nothing. It’s silly.”

I heard my dad calling my name from the next room, so I stepped away from Pietro reluctantly and went to leave the kitchen. Pietro grabbed hold of my hips, holding me in place for a few seconds. Staring down at me.

“ I need to talk to you later, kotenok. Alone.”

All I could do was nod. Tell him that I was going to go up to my room in a few minutes.

He nodded.

I stepped away and walked into the next room, only barely managing to pull myself together enough to talk to my parents without either one of them seeming to be aware of just how flustered I truly was.

As soon as I got done talking to my dad, I made my way upstairs. Shutting the door to my room and leaning against it just to hopefully pull myself together.

I still couldn’t.

I flopped across my bed, picking up the Anatomy book and my notebook, preparing to start studying again for the final I had coming up soon and just as I settled into it, there were two knocks at my bedroom door.

I slipped off the bed, wandering over to the door. Opening it.

Pietro leaned in the doorway, gazing down at me. That hungry look in his eyes again.

I stepped out of the doorway and let him into my room, shutting the door behind me. When I turned around to face him, we were body to body. Leaning into me, he put a hand against the door, just above my head. I could feel him straining even harder against his jeans. His other hand raised, resting against the side of my face. Cradling my cheek as he closed the distance between our mouths.

I started out with my palm down. Determined to keep distance between us until I finally worked up the courage to ask my question, hear my dreaded answer and be done, but by the time his tongue slipped past my lips and started to trace my teeth, I was clutching at the front of his fitted black shirt instead. He nipped at my bottom lip, tugging until I felt it swelling under pressure. The kiss deepened until I got so lightheaded I thought I’d melt.

He seemed to sense this because he crushed me against him and the hand cupping my face drifted down. Skimming down my side. Stopping at my hip.

The kiss finally broke so we could breathe and we pulled apart; breathless. Staring at each other quietly. Wide-eyed.

“Kotenok…” he muttered softly. Fondly. His voice dying away as he stared down at me like he was lost in thought. Trying to say something.

“What’s up?” I mumbled, my stomach flipping and flopping lazily.

“Last night was..” he went quiet on me again and I tensed a little, bracing myself for him to continue. Preparing myself in the event that what he was about to say wasn’t what I longed to hear.

So it shocked me when he was closing the distance between our mouths all over again as he muttered in a lust-filled whisper, “Last night was more than just sex. You make me feel things that I haven’t before, kotenok.”

My breath caught in my throat and I didn’t realize it until I finally took a breath and it was shaky. I gazed up at him, letting his words sink in. Trying to wrap my head around it. I went to say something, to tell him that I felt the same way and I didn’t do what we’d done last night often, but he pressed the side of his finger against my lips, silencing me and continued to speak.

“You make my heart beat faster.” he took hold of the hand I had rested against his chest, placing it over his heart. I gasped quietly as I looked up at him again and saw the way he was looking back down at me, a look of pure and total adoration.

He looked nervous as hell. Fidgeting a little. Not quite sure what to do with his hands after he moved one off my hip and let go of my hand with the other. He went to step away, swearing under his breath and I realized that he wanted me to react somehow.

I pressed against him from behind. My hand wrapping around his where it lingered on the knob to my bedroom door. “Don’t go. Please?” I asked in a hushed whisper. Pietro turned around and when he did, I melted against him. Raising my arms to wrap them around his neck. Dragging my fingers through a thick mess of platinum blond. Tugging at it as I rose to tiptoe and crashed my mouth against his. Laughing softly when our noses bumped and our lips connected all over again; hungry. Desperate. Frenzied.

He reached down, twisting the lock on my door knob so that it was locked and no one could come in by accident. A low growl rose up from the depths of his chest, hanging in the air between us only to be swallowed by the kiss as our mouths reconnected and it deepened. I rubbed myself against him clumsily. Needy.

His hands locked across my ass and he slipped me up his body, stepping over to my bed. Dropping me against my mattress softly and positioning himself on top of me. Pressing his hips into mine. Bucking against me as his mouth strayed from my own, working it’s way down the side of my neck. His lips caught on my pulse, making me shiver and rock myself up into him as I gave a needy whine and raised my legs, squeezing his hips with my knees. The kiss broke and he muttered against my mouth with a teasing grin, “ Think you can be quiet for me, kotenok?”

“ I can try.” I whimpered as his mouth worked down the front of my throat, teeth scraping against skin. Stubble tickling me. Making me cling to him as he snapped his hips against me and his hands moved down between us, catching in the hem of my shirt. He pulled me up to a sitting position and pulled my shirt off, tossing it onto my bedroom floor. I tugged at his shirt, whining impatiently and he chuckled. Nipping softly at my bottom lip as he teased, “Patience.”

“Pietro.” I pleaded.

He tugged his shirt over his head, letting it settle on the floor near mine. And then he was leaning in. His hands moving up my sides. Stopping to squeeze my breasts, growling to himself quietly before reaching around. Hooking a thick digit beneath the band of my bra and working the clasps free. He pulled it off, balling it up and tossing it on the floor with the rest of our clothes as he leaned into me even more, my back pressed flat against my bed all over again. He positioned himself on top of me, his body spreading my legs wide and as his head dipped down, my fingers curled in my blanket and thick blond hair.

His mouth worked across my collarbones. Then lower. He squeezed my tits together, mouth diving down. Latching onto one of my nipples. Tongue circling lazily until he’d teased it to a point and I was squirming beneath him, rocking my hips, desperate for any kind of friction I could get. My fingers caught in the waistband of his jeans and I worked the button and the zipper free. He pulled away and slipped off the bed to shed his jeans and underwear and eyed me hungrily. Leaning down. Meeting my gaze with a mischief filled smirk as he took off my pants. Holding my gaze the entire time.

I kicked my pants free at the ankle and he was on top of me again. The tip of his thick cock brushing right against my fabric covered crotch as he bucked into me and muttered against my mouth, “Are you ready for me, kotenok?”

“Please?” I begged breathlessly, barely managing to keep my voice a whisper as I did so. When he smirked at me as if he were pleased with himself, I realized exactly what his goal was.

He wanted to see just how close he could get me to getting loud.

I pouted up at him and he chuckled. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re being a tease. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Oh?” he muttered, his hand disappearing between us. Slipping into my panties. Fingers working me open. Burying deep in my throbbing, wet sex. I arched my back and gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging at it as I rocked against his hand.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted him buried to the hilt inside of me. Now.

But Pietro was in a teasing mood tonight. Something told me that the more I begged, the more he was going to prolong it. And if I didn’t beg? He’d prolong it.

I was absolutely fucked.

One way or another, he was going to have me screaming his name by the end of the night.

[bi-bard]

I know they said the end is near - Charlie Bradbury Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: I know they say the end is near

Pairing: Charlie Bradbury X Reader

Song Drawn: mirrorball

Word Count: 494 words

Warning(s): Mentions of monsters and potential death

Summary: (Season 7) (Y/n) could tell that Charlie was hiding something. It just takes a little convincing to get her to admit what that thing was.

Author's Note: This is a part of my folklore/evermore writing challenge! Here are some links for that: folklore/evermore Writing Challenge and Masterlist

This is also may seem like a strange interpretation of the lyrics but this is how they make me feel.

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"Charlie," I asked. She jumped. "Woah, sorry, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she replied quickly before going back to focusing on her laptop.

"Man, that Dick Roman is making you work all the time," I mumbled before deciding to make a joke. "I'll have to go down there and teach him a lesson."

"Don't," she shouted, actually scared. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Oh, you're joking. I knew that."

She forced out a laugh.

"Charlie," I said. She looked down, guilty. "What is it?"

"I can't tell you," she mumbled. "You wouldn't believe me anyway."

"Try me," I pulled up a chair next to her.

She looked down.

"You wanna know why I love you," I asked.

"What," she replied.

"You wanna know why I love you," I repeated. She just looked at me. "I spent my whole life shifting and changing to fit whatever situation I was in. Nothing I did ever felt real. I was a broken mirror with a million views of the same thing. Until I met you. No matter what situation I was in if you were there, I was able to be myself. You allowed me to become a reflection of myself instead of everyone else. I didn't care about everyone else... just you."

Charlie was bright red by the time that I had finished my speech. She looked at the floor.

I reached over and grabbed her hand.

"So tell me what's going on," I continued. "Because you're the only one I care about. I'm following you everywhere."

"Well," she looked down for another moment. "I was caught hacking into the work of some guy's computer. I ended up getting cornered by these two guys that claim to hunt monsters. Their names are Sam and Dean. They're tall and weird. They told me that my boss was a monster and now I'm helping them stop him before he and his army of leviathan can take over America and then the world. Oh... and I threw out all our processed food for our safety."

I sat in silence for a moment. She bit the inside of her cheek.

"Okay," I nodded. I'm going to follow her to the edge of the world and back. "What can I do to help?"

"Umm," she seemed shocked that I even asked. "I... I'm not sure."

I nodded, standing and telling her to come and get me when I can help.

She stood up quickly and pulled me into a kiss. I smiled against her lips, cupping the sides of her face.

"I love you," I said as I rested my forehead on hers.

"I... I love you too," she smiled at me. "I should... I should get back to work."

"Okay," I whispered, nodding and stepping back completely.

Something about seeing her smile at me made any potential risk worth it. The end may be near, but if I was going out, I would go out holding Charlie as close as possible.

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