#just draw five sticks and you’re good man

[mewnia]

Got very passionate about hands on twit for a sec so witness my passion of how I think hands are fun to draw, actually, and that artists who are struggling should just worry about the shape and feel first before the anatomy and it might help with feeling a little more free because hands are expressive like faces and you should treat it as such and they are so cool

[unholybacon355]

Kinktober Day 16 - Kim Chaewon x M! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Chaewon is probably the prettiest girl you have ever seen in your entire life. You often think she could be a supernatural creature because that’s the only way to explain how she can be so beautiful. Her facial features are just perfect, out of this world, and yet she still applies a very special skincare to maintain her beauty at its highest point. 

“Babe. I ran out of my cream.” That’s how she entered the room. Not saying hello or anything like that, just letting you know that she used the last remnant of her most precious cream. “I need more.”

“Now? I’m doing something.” 

“But it's time for my daily doses and there's no more left.” She tosses to you an empty small plastic jar.

“OK, ok. But can you warm it for me?” You blow a kiss to her while taking off your pants. Immediately you get back to work, typing words to fill your report while she sits on the floor next to you. 

Once Chaewon is comfortably sitting by you one of her hands travels to your crotch and grabs your flaccid dick. Her fingers are cold against your skin, sending a shiver to your spine. But with the movement she began to do, your member quickly started to feel warmer and grow. The blood fills your shaft and very soon is at its maximum length and thickness. “Are you going to take long?” 

“Just five more minutes and I’ll be all yours babe.” You pet her head trying to calm down your impatient girlfriend. “Can you wait?” Now you scratch the back of her head like if she were a puppy. 

As you said,  five minutes later you’re done with your work. “I’m free nooo…” Your phrase was cut because Chaewon already put your dick on her mouth and began to suck. Babe calm down.”

“You said five minutes and the time has already passed. Are you gonna give it to me now?” She looks at you with those puppy eyes that always drive you crazy.

“Anything for you Babe.” You blow a new kiss to Chaewon while she resumes the task of sucking and stroking you. Her technique is so amazing, she is practically an expert on the fine art of milking you. Years of using your semen at her most precious beauty treatment has given to her a mastery of creative ways to extract the semen out of your guts. But not today, today she’s in a rush because the last bottle of your man milk is empty. So today she’s using her hand and mouth to obtain what she wants.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” The pace of Cahewon’s hand is fast, she’s impatient and can’t wait. Reason why she’s giving you a little treat after all. Your dick is out of her mouth because she is sucking her index finger, and when you see that you immediately know what is coming so you lean on the couch and open your legs a little bit.

Chaewon’s finger, covered in saliva, reaches the chark of your ass and with little resistance finds your rear entrance. With the little space she has to operate. Chaewon manages to draw circles on your anus. You just can moan and pet her head again. Her mouth comes back to engulf your shaft at the same time her digit finds its way inside your entrance. The sensation is overwhelming to say it less. 

“Oh babe this feels so good. I love you.”  She doesn't respond because at the moment her mouth is working on something more important. And that work combined with what her hands do is sending jolts to your entire body. “babe I’m close. Get on your knees.”

Chaewon stopped what she was doing, taking her finger out of you and letting your hard shaft slide out of her mouth with a loud pop sound. She happily gets on her knees looking at you with impatience in her eyes. You stand in front of her and now your hand is the one that is stroking your dick.  

Chaewon's expression changes to one more clam and she does that face that you love so much, sticking out her tongue over her upper lip and smiling with her eyes. Now patiently waiting for you to reach your climax.

Chaewon didn't have to wait much longer because she took care of leaving you almost on the verge of orgasm, so after a few more pumps your climax arrives. You point your tip to her forehead and shoot the first thick rope of semen. You can see how happy she’s when is hit by your sticky cream. A new rope landed over her closed eyes and immediately began to slide to the rest of her face. But you aren't done yet and continue to spray all your milk over her pretty face, covering every inch of her face. 

Soon her pretty perfect small nose is hiding behind layers of your white fluid, as well her cheeks and eyes. Her lips are tightly closed to not letting any of your semen go inside her mouth, oh no! because everything is for her face. Her skin need it.  

When you’re done cuming on Chaewon’s face you let you fall over the couch and let her know that that’s all. “Babe I’m empty.” And she knowing she isn’t getting more cum from you, starts spreading your seed over all her face and part of her neck, making the layer of white fluid even on the surface of all her skin. Putting emphasis on massaging her cheeks and forehead, not letting any corner uncovered. 

“Thank you babe.” She says standing once your semen is dry enough to let her open her eyes. “What do you want as a thank you for this?”

“What if you cook dinner?” 

“Done. I have to feed you healthily if I want you to give me more of your cream.” And with a giggle she’s the one that blows you a kiss now. “What do you wanna eat?”

“Is your ass on the menu…?”

[alottiegoingon]

hc!baby steps

sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: where sam takes care of her pregnant girlfriend

warnings: f!reader but no pronouns used, looots of fluff, established relationship, sam and reader live together, overprotective sam, ghostface!sam hcs at the end, mentions of murders and blood but nothing explicit, not proofread

୨୧ sam could not believe when you told her you were pregnant. for the first five seconds she was worrid about money and not being prepared to be a mom but she couldn't be more excited to start a family with you

୨୧ sam would be so careful to not overwhelm you with her protection and anxiety of keeping you safe all the time. she had learned her lesson with tara

୨୧ so, instead of asking you all the time if you were ok, she would stick to you like glue. it was weird to have an extra shadow following you everywhere but you didn't mind it

୨୧ you and sam decided that moving to a safer apartment in new york would be better for the baby. a better neighbourhood with nice schools around. you thought it would be easy, until sam started being a bit too cautious

୨୧ “this one is perfect. there's plenty of natural light," you look around the fourth apartment you visited in that afternoon, hoping that your girlfriend would approve this one. it was the perfect size too

୨୧ too small, too big, too dark, too smelly, noisy neighbours, too far from work. sam could be pretty demanding

୨୧ “it's great, sure,” judging by her voice, you could tell she had found something new to complain about, “but the windows are too big, it could be dangerous," she nods in disapproval, holding tight to your waist as if you were about to fall from the windows even if they were meters away

୨୧ “the baby is not going to be alone, sam. and we can protect the windows and add some nests or baby proof locks” you suggest but she didn’t seem convinced. she would fight the windows if she could!

୨୧ "right. but what if the baby learns how to open them? or what if the safety net is big enough for our baby to go through it?”

୨୧ "is our baby a genius or the ant-man?" the joke relaxes her just enough so you can see a shy smile growing on her lips. “i’m sorry, i just want us to be safe.”

୨୧ “i know, and i’m very grateful for you,” you hold sam’s face, stroking her cheeks, “but i promise that we are going to be safe. i’m okay, the baby is okay and you’re okay. it’s all good.”

୨୧ “i may be worrying too much again,” she admits, leaning into your touch, finally relaxing

୨୧ “just a little, yeah,” giggling, you draw closer to kiss her

୨୧ sam wouldn’t panic over every single thing that happened, at least not out loud, so it was very easy for her to get anxious about her own feelings

୨୧ trying to not make you anxious as well, she would just swallow all of her worries away and hope for the best but you’d always notice how the look in her eyes changed when she’d get nervous

୨୧ “what’s going on, baby?” you’d often comfort her with reassuring words, tender touches and lots of kisses, making sure that sam knew you were completely fine and always by her side

୨୧ sam would be the perfect partner when shopping for baby itens. she’d be sooo happy to pick some adorable baby clothes or whatever you needed and would even try to find matching clothes for you three

୨୧ no matter how many things you had bought, she’d carry all of it and would beg you to not carry any weight or move an extra muscle

୨୧ “give it to me, love, i’ll do it,” sam grabs the water bottle from your empty hands, fighting for her life to open it and carry all off the at least five bags in her arms while doing so

୨୧ “are you sure? cause you already have a lot of-“

୨୧ “it’s fine. i can do it, don’t worry,” she offers you a comforting smile that lasted about a second before going back to duel with the bottle, cursing it while trying to balance the bags

୨୧ you had the weirdest cravings ever and when going out for dinner once, you asked the waitress if they could bring you tuna and ice cream for dessert and it took a weirded out look coming from the woman for sam to intervene

୨୧ “yes, she asked for ice cream and tuna. do you have any?” and she’s all over her like 😡🙄

୨୧ at the supermarket, you were by the sweets section trying to choose a chocolate you liked for a movie night with sam and you gasped when you found your favorite one for sale

୨୧ you were ready to grab one or two when sam showed up with a different cart so full of it that a few ones were about to fall

୨୧ “oh, god,” you mumble, widen eyes incredulously staring at the mountain of candy

୨୧ “i know right? i’m so glad they have your favorite” 😁😁

୨୧ sam would get some good hours of sleep at first but as the baby’s arrival date was getting closer, she would spend almost the entire night just watching you sleep and making sure you were 100% safe and sound

୨୧ sometimes you’d wake up to sam whispering the most adorable shit ever to your belly and calling herself mommy. you were dying there, trying not to bawl your eyes out, but you pretended to be asleep every time, not wanting to interrupt the moment. eventually you’d fall asleep again to the sound of her voice and gentle touches

if ghostface was out there,

୨୧ sam would be extremely overprotective. no going out alone, no talking to any neighbors, no answering phones or getting too close to windows. doors would always be locked. if she could, she would lock you in a tower just like rapunzel

୨୧ sam had to leave for work but leaving you alone was the worst of her nightmares, so she found a way

୨୧ “don’t you think this is a little too much, sam?” you ask, frowning at your girlfriend as she introduces you to a intimidating strong guy wearing a suit. you could swear that he had a gun hidden in there but wouldn’t be surprised if he actually did, sam protectiveness was no joke

୨୧ that was supposed to be your new bodyguard, who would follow you around everywhere. including the shower you were about to take

୨୧ “don’t worry, gorgeous,” she grins, assuring you. “he’ll stay outside”

if sam was ghostface,

୨୧ she would kill everyone that had been rude to you. literally. even the slightest unusual look or barely rude tone would be a great reason for anyone to make it to her list of names

୨୧ if she was ghostface, that waitress that was surprised by your weird tuna-ice cream order would definitely have a surprise visitor waiting for her at home later

୨୧ while shopping for clothes for yourself, a miracle now that everything was about the baby, a woman refused to let you have the last gorgeous dress of your size, even calling you a bitch when all you did was ask her if you could have it

୨୧ sam was furious and you had to hold her back to avoid the other woman to get beaten up and the police to get called

୨୧ the very next morning, you woke up to the news of the same woman found dead in her apartment, her exact face showing up on your tv

୨୧ "what the…" you immediately get up from the couch as you heard the news, looking back at sam who was at the bathroom taking a shower or something. "sam, come here! i think that woman from yesterday got killed.”

୨୧ "really?” she yells from the bathroom, fingers firmly rubbing the blood out of a small cut she had on her cheek, that would later be covered with makeup.

୨୧ "that's awful,” she quickly walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, stopping right next to you. “i mean, i wouldn’t be surprised if her attitude was what got her killed" she casually comments, eyes attached to the television

୨୧ "sam!" you slap her shoulder and she groans in response. "the woman was killed, don't say that."

୨୧ "you’re right, im sorry," she smiles, reaching her free hand towards you and holding your chin to turn your face to hers so she could place a kiss on your forehead. "it’s a shame she can’t use that dress anymore.”

[tiredfox64]

Dad bi han headcanons?

Father, Father I Crave Violence

Prior notes: FATHER, INTO YOUR HANDS I COMMIT MY SPIRIT! I feel like you thought of this cause I reblogged that artist’s drawing and I will not say their name cause I don’t like involving them in my bs.

Who’s your daddy?: Bi-Han, congratudolences he got you pregnant!

Warnings ‼️: HE IS THE FATHER *camera man goes crazy*

Big, muscly, meanie (Regular Bi-Han)

He needs a son. That’s the heir to the Lin Kuei right there.

When the kid is five he will be trained to defend himself.

Don’t worry he won’t bring the kid on missions he’s not dense.

He has a soft spot for his children. Though he is cold those are still his blood children. He wants to take good care of them.

He won’t let any of his assassins take care of or even hold his child.

Bi-Han can be a little paranoid, he worried someone will hurt his child. He can never be too careful. Once the child is old enough to defend themselves then they will have some freedom.

That motherfucker (literally) will be pumped to see if his children gain his ice abilities. If they gained your abilities that’s ight too.

The max is two. No more no less. Don’t matter if it’s two brothers or a brother and sister.

Okay but what about a girl?

Overprotective and overbearing oh gosh.

If anyone in the Lin Kuei takes a peak at her they are getting smacked. Poor guys.

Bi-Han will teach her how to defend herself as well. She needs to know. He will even give her a knife to protect herself (which you take away cause she is only five)

If the son comes first it’s his duty as the older brother to protect his sister from any nasty boys.

When they seem ready (like maybe 15) they can start going out for missions. Simple ones at first. Gotta build them up.

I know I said he will teach them to defend themselves but he will teach them to fight eventually. Yes there is a difference.

His daughter wants to play. Ehhhhh, fine, just because she is crying. But he will be taking it too seriously.

“That’s not how you pour tea.” “Your dolls can’t have multiple partners.” “The dog can’t talk.” You have no imagination sir.

What do you mean they need toys? He didn’t have many toys back when he was a kid. Give them a stick and a rock.

Fine, he’ll get them toys. Only a few though. They need to be focused on other things.

Puberty is gonna suck for everybody involved.

Pads? Yes. Tampons and diva cups? What are those?

You know what helps with cramps, working out. Yeah he’s that kind of dad. They don’t need Advil they got this.

The boys are fighting again. Now Bi-Han is yelling again. Has your tinnitus kicked in yet?

He doesn’t care what they are into they just better be loyal to the Lin Kuei.

Titan Bi-Han (y’all know why I made it separate)

It’s very similar.

He isn’t too overbearing he is still overprotective.

There are too many sharp things in the temple oh lord hide them!

Bi-Han, they can’t even walk how are they gonna reach the butter knives on the tall counter.

He is serious but I think he would crack a dad joke or two.

“Dad, I’m hungry.” “Hi hungry, I’m the Lin Kuei’s grandmaster.” FEED THE KIDS STUPID!

Please don’t take my pupusas away cause I made that joke.

They will be begging him to teach them to fight. He is hesitant but eventually gives in.

Two? Why stop there? If you’re comfortable he would like a few more. Don’t worry he’s not asking for six.

Spoils them! Spoils them to death! His daughter gets anything she wants. His son can have that puppy. They just have to share NO ARGUING!

Only the most trusted of his clan can take care of his children, aka Kuai Liang and Tomas.

Puberty will never be easy in any timeline.

Pads and tampons? Yes. Diva cup? Still don’t know what that is.

Heating pads, medicine, working out, curling up into a ball on the floor, he understands his daughter is in pain.

The boys can’t fight in front of their dad or else he will get scary.

He cares about what they like and will get concerned over some things. I don’t think he will appreciate them liking technology or having a fascination with Volcán de fuego (cause like I never did I promise). They just need to stay loyal to the Lin Kuei or else they will break his heart.

After notes: I did this one earlier cause my dad said some crazy shit this morning. He said marmalade is disgusting and strawberry jam was created by the devil. The only good kind and only kind there should be is grape. And then he went on about how he knew someone who would ask him to drink a bottle of bourbon and find Jesus. I told him “dad, if you drink a whole bottle of bourbon you don’t find Jesus, Jesus finds you”. Very strange morning but the breakfast was good. Adiós!

[yerimbrit]

[flufftober day 23, wc: 571] - tarot card readings : n. yizhuo

YIZHUO COMING OVER AT FIVE in the morning just to do your tarot card readings wasn’t exactly on your 2024 bingo list. now, this isn’t unusual behavior; she’s come over at all sorts of unholy hours to do random stuff, and you let her because she’s yizhuo. warmhearted life of the party, yizhuo.

“what the hell,” you mutter, remnants of sleep blurring your eyesight as you open the door to see your good friend beaming at you with a dusty deck of tarot cards. “do you even know how to use those?”

she lets herself in, scooting around you and taking her shoes off to start beelining to your messy room. you trudge after her, too tired to complain about her uninvited but not unwelcome presence. once she settles comfortably on your bed, she grins and tilts her head, “i’ll never learn if i don’t try, what was that saying again? you have to learn to run before you can walk?”

“it’s you have to learn to walk before you can run, actually,” you correct, sitting across from her on the bed. 

the girl rolls her eyes, waving her hand, “po-tay-to, po-tah-to.”

she then blows the dust off of the box, making you flinch and close your eyes before any dust ruins your day, and then places it in between the two of you, lifting the cover off. the deck is intricately designed, and you’re expecting to laugh when yizhuo gets the cards out because she absolutely sucks at shuffling a deck, but to your surprise she handles them like a professional.

perplexed, you raise a brow, “look at you, the little shit—you’ve finally learned how to shuffle!”

yizhuo sends you a playful glare, sticking out her tongue, and proceeds to faro the deck into a bridge, splitting it into three different piles on the bed. then, she draws three cards total from the piles, placing them face down in front of you. “what do you want to know about, your love life?” and without waiting for an answer, “you know what—let’s do love life. i bet you’re curious about that.”

“wait—” you try to protest, but she’s already gone into some kind of meditative state. yizhuo turns the first card over, and it’s the ‘death’ card… yikes. perhaps you have to accept your fate. “what does this mean for me, fortune teller?”

the girl hums for a second, scratching her chin, and her eyes light up with mischief. “you’re doomed.”

with no elaboration, she flips over the next card, which is the ‘hanged man’. “uh… double-doomed.”

“and,” again, she flips the last card, and it turns out to be the ‘devil’. “oh yeah. triple-doomed. sorry y/nnie, looks like your love life is hopeless—you already knew that though.”

“what was that?” you ready your fist, making yizhuo raise her hands up in innocence, “my love life is in shambles because everyone thinks we’re dating.”

good friend™  smirks, leaning back onto the bed which makes some of the cards on the top of the deck slip off to the floor. “you should be honored, babe.”

gross. “don’t ever call me that again.”

she giggles, pulling you over to lay on her chest. “i’m sleepy, babe. let’s go to sleep. it’s like six am.”

“whose fault is that? also, i told you not to call me that.”

and as expected, yizhuo ignores you. “good night, babe.”

love life be damned, you guess.

flufftober masterlist!

a/n : HAPPY BIRTHDAY NINGNING i didnt write ths in time i am so sorry

[strawberrystepmom]

yami x f!noble reader. sfw but suggestive, a strange kind of body worship, discussion of scars. | divider by @cafekitsune, wc 1.2k

With an unceremonious chirp from the birds outside of the small window, dawn has fallen.

Yami never rises before you do, his steady breaths the only noise in the room while you wake wrapped around him, both of your legs tangled around one of his and an arm thrown over his torso. 

It’s an awfully intimate sleeping position for a pair that insists their interests with one another are solely physical. At least you have the excuse of being unaware of your actions while asleep to fall back on if he rouses and questions it. 

A perfectly positioned early morning sunbeam falls across your bodies thanks to the gap between the curtains, casting a luminous glow over the tan of his complexion. You smile, biting it back lest he wake up and find you and ridicule you, and let your eyes feast in the same way he does upon your body. 

Your still slightly bleary eyes trace over peaks and valleys of battle honed and earned muscle, admiring the freckles across his shoulders from where the sun kissed him long before you ever did. Marks you don’t immediately recognize until you lean in closer to see them cover his torso and arms. 

Up close you can tell that they are scars, eyes widening at the sheer amount of them. Some short, some long. Jagged and smooth, silvery and red. You nervously glance upward at him, careful to make certain he’s still asleep, and when you’re satisfied with how deeply he’s breathing you look over each of them. 

So you count them. 

One, two, three, small and likely very old judging by their faded silvery color. 

Ten, eleven, twelve, jagged and still the faintest bit pink in color, not quite fresh but likely recent. 

Twenty, thirty, forty. You think you may have counted a few of them twice and these are only the ones that you can see, your heart squeezing when you imagine the things he has been through to receive them in the first place. He’s a proud man, and should be, brash and tough and apparently very hard to do any meaningful damage to. 

Giggling to yourself, you’re interrupted by a gruff rumble from above you. 

“What’s so funny over there?”

Your rush to untangle yourself from him but he’s already done half of the work, rolling over onto his side to expose his back to you. You count a few more scars, adding them to the last tally you remembered, and he reaches behind himself to gently jostle you. 

“I’m talkin’ to you, brat. It’s too early for all that noise.”

You reach up to grab his wrist and attempt to pry his hand off of you but it’s no use so you leave it. 

“Nothing, just in a good mood today I guess.”

It isn’t your best excuse but it’ll do and he obviously isn’t going to question it, sitting up and yawning, stretching his arms over his head. You should’ve had your fill of seeing him by now, further risking being caught by refusing to avert your eyes. 

“Well cut it out, we both have places to be don’t we?”

That’s the reminder you needed to fall back into line. You avert your eyes and hum your agreement, scrubbing your hands over your face.  ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

“What the hell are you doin’ back there?”

There’s a lightness to Yami’s tone that draws a giggle from you. You’re half wrapped in a sheet behind him, legs sticking out of the covers to keep you cool while you come back to your senses. You don’t respond to him, the lack of tension between you blessing you with enough confidence to proceed with your current fixation.

You hardly remember how long ago the last time you did this was.

He sits on the edge of the bed in all of his nude glory, every last dip and swell of his body a nectar from the gods your eyes drink in greedily. Your fingertips trace his back, featherlight, running over those same scars you’ve counted a thousand times if you’ve counted them once.

Forty five looks the same, fifty two looks better, yet there doesn’t appear to be any new ones to take inventory of. Greedy, you take advantage of his position and run your thumb along the length of his spine, feeling each muscle tense beneath the motion, stoking a hope in yourself that it’s only your touch that makes him respond this way. 

Withdrawing your hand completely, arm folding back in toward your body, you let the hand that touched him rest against the side of your face. 

“Counting scars to see if you have any new ones.” You admit quietly, embarrassed that your secret is no longer yours although he has an ability unlike any other to coax those out of you anyway. “Making sure nobody has recently attempted to take you from me.”

He leans forward and then turns his head toward you. The posture isn’t comfortable given his size but he can see you so perfectly, catching himself marveling at how you’re the same woman he met that first night in this very inn, same face and smile and pretty eyes, yet you look a little different every time he sees you. Brighter, shining from within, smiling in a way he has come to realize is just for him. 

A butterfly who has gradually shed her chrysalis to show all of herself. 

The delicacy of what exists between the two of you is as fragile as those of an insect. He knows what his feelings are although he does his best to attempt to outrun them, leaving before he comes to his senses enough to enjoy the feeling of your body melded into his while you sleep. Right now though, he leans into it, shifting so that he’s sliding back onto the bed beside you. 

“You have any idea how many people have tried to kill me, little girl?” Rolling your eyes, you smile to show him it’s in jest. “I’ve counted 58 scars but find myself doubting that they account for every person who has made an attempt.”

Yami rolls onto his side so that he’s facing you, as nude and vulnerable as you are, reaching for the hand cupping your cheek to pull it to his mouth and kiss the back of it. 

“You’re damn right,” he confirms, lips still partially pressed against your soft skin; soft as he’ll always ensure you stay. “And they haven’t managed to do it yet. You have nothin’ to worry about.”

Nodding, you scoot closer to him and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling your bodies as close as they can get. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, one arm naturally falling around his. 

“You promise?”

He scoffs and dips his chin to kiss your forehead.

“Duh.” He punctuates the gruff response with another kiss. “And how many of those have I broken?” Pretending to think for a moment, you let yourself melt further into him, chin resting on his pectoral.  “None that I can think of.”

Gray eyes and raised brows glance down at you, big hands taking their time stroking your back now that they’re in position to do it. The silence that falls is easy and before Sukehiro knows it, your breaths fall into the steady pattern he knows means you’ve fallen asleep. He’s careful not to disrupt you while gathering the bedding over himself with one hand, holding you against him with the other. 

“Take me from you.” He mutters your words to himself, little more than a whisper and nowhere near loud enough to disturb his sleeping beauty. 

“Be a cold day in hell before that happens.”

[noodyl-blasstal]

18 and 50 🥰💕💕💕🍰🎂🧁🚨

Six months seems like a perfectly reasonable response time... right? RIGHT?

The prompts were: 18 & 50 We both showed up alone to the couples cake decorating class, so obviously-... and Fighting? No, no, we're having a great time arguing about this.

Enjoy below or on Ao3

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Kravitz hates his colleagues, Kravitz hates them so hard and double and backwards. The power of his hatred is turned up to eleven. He’s going to switch the office coffee to decaf, he’s going to move everything round in the fridge, he’s going to take all the good name brand parcel tape and replace it with the shit stuff that sticks to you more than whatever you’re trying to wrap up. But he’s not. Not really. He’s going to walk into the couples cake decorating class which they didn’t mention he needed a plus one for, and he’s going to have a ‘marvellous’ time. Just like Lydia said he should when she waved him away earlier. But this time, this time he’s not going to believe them when they say they ‘forgot’ or ‘misread the ticket’, because Kravitz is not gullible. Maybe that really did happen the first four times, but five is suspicious. Five stinks of deception. Five are on Craggy Island and they know someone’s been fucking things up for them on purpose.

“Hello!” Says the wall of a man at the door in a worryingly joyful tone. It looks like he’s working hard not to grab Kravitz in a hug. Kravitz appreciates the effort. He does not like to be touched. Lydia says it’s because he needs to work on his social skills. Kravitz thinks that it’s probably because she and Edward need to learn about boundaries. “What’s your name? I’m Magnus!”

Kravitz hands over his ticket with a tight smile.

“Ah, yes, I have you on the list, a last minute addition! Welcome Cravat.”

“It’s Kravitz.” Says Kravitz, trying not to be terse, and failing hideously. They know exactly how much he hates it when people call him that. Namely them, because no one else does. But this isn’t Magnus’ fault, he seems very nice and very excited about event administration, and not responsible for the terrible people Kravitz needs to not work with anymore.

Magnus’s face falls. “Oh… they spelled it twice on the phone…” He gives Kravitz a searching look. “Are you sure?”

“Am I sure what my own name  is?”

“I’m not judging you, sometimes people forget things. I don’t mind.” Magnus shoots him a disarmingly encouraging smile and the fighting winds leave his sails.

“I’m sure that my name is Kravitz.” Says Kravitz in the most measured tone he can muster. Maybe if he explains… he can just practise telling someone how awful they are. He’ll never ever have to see Magnus again. “My colleagues are complete… they’re not very… they like to… it’s a joke.” He finishes lamely. It’s fine. He can practise the conversation in the shower and then write a little script before he tells anyone else.

“Okay then…” Magnus pauses, shape of the “C” in his mouth. Kravitz’s lips draw into a thin line. “...Kravitz. Welcome to cake club! Tonight we’re decorating with the very best boys. Is your partner here yet?”

Kravitz’s mouth gets even tighter. “It’ll just be me.”

“At the couples decorating class?” Magnus asks like Kravitz is being ridiculous.

“Yes at the couples decorating class.” Kravitz smiles his very best customer service smile and hopes for the best.

“Okay.” Magnus says slowly. “Yeah, we can work with that.” Magnus gives him a once over. “The suit will definitely help.”

Kravitz has a distinct feeling that he’s being appraised against a firm set of criteria.

“Yeah. You’ll be fine. Come on. Julia will be starting soon and you’re the last one here.” Magnus shoos him through the door.

Kravitz is 30 minutes early. There’s no way he can be the last one here! He’s never late! He…’s going to switch out Edward’s sticky tack for the one that feels all weird and over stretchy. Surely it’s bad enough for him to show up without a person and incorrectly named, he doesn’t need lateness to complete the trifecta. They’re twins, they should only be allowed to do two bad things in one go, that’s only fair.

“Here you go.” Magnus points to a station with a large, intimidating array of tools which put him in mind of a surgery table, a stack of colourful bags thankfully pre-loaded with icing, and two aprons covered in hearts set next to each other.

“I’ll just…” Magnus leans past him to grab one of them and laboriously inch it away as if Kravitz won’t see as long as the movements are slow.

“You too, huh?” Asks the man on the adjoining station. He’s alone too. Although he appears to be wearing both aprons, one on the front and one on the back.

“Yep.” Kravitz tries not to make eye contact. He doesn’t need pity.

“On purpose?” The man asks.

“No.” Maybe if he keeps his answers short the man will realise this conversation isn’t going to happen.

“I did.” Kravitz sees the man shrug out of the corner of his eye. “Societal expectations can suck it, couples decorating class? Taako’s a baller chef, just wait, you’re going to be amazed by how many arms I have.”

“Is it more than two?” Kravitz turns to look, immediately forgetting his previous strategy.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” The man winks dramatically.

He’s handsome, very handsome. Dirty blonde hair in a plait down his back, a light scrub of stubble across his jaw, and so many jangly earrings and necklaces that Kravitz can’t help but stare.

“Ah fantastic idea!” The woman at the front of the class, Julia, Kravitz assumes, beams as Magnus points at the two of them. “As you two are already getting to know each other, why don’t you work together?” She smiles like she’s doing them a favour.

Everyone turns to look.

Kravitz doesn’t want to be perceived right now, not for this reason. He doesn’t need everyone to look at him and know he’s here alone and needs to be paired up with someone while all these couples came together on purpose. His face grows hot and his mouth clamps closed and his fingers definitely aren’t working and he doesn’t want to check in with his legs about it.

There’s a horrible screeching noise.

“Taako!” Julia winces. “Could you…”

The rest of her sentence is drowned out by another horrible screech as he laboriously moves his stool.

“Just following instructions.” The man who must be called Taako? (Surely not?) calls cheerfully as he settles down next to Kravitz

“Right. Well, now that you’re done…” 

The stool screeches again. 

“Taako!”

“Sorry.” He doesn’t look even a little bit sorry.

Kravitz stifles a laugh. As much as he appreciates the interruption he doesn’t want to get tarred with the same brush. He refuses to get detention. Can you get cooking class detention? That would probably be a good thing, he needs all the help he can get… so maybe they’d ask him to leave early instead? Either way, he doesn’t want to do anything wrong enough to find out.

“If you’re done?” Julia levels a frankly terrifying stare their way and the stool screecher sits up straight and attentive.

“Hello everyone! I’m Julia Burnsides, and this is my lovely assistant Magnus Burnsides.”

Magnus waves happily at them all then delivers a positively goopy smile to Julia. She returns it. They’re disgusting. Kravitz hates them. (Kravitz envies them deeply.)

“Tonight we’re going to turn this…” Julia holds up a scandalously nude cupcake. 

“Into this!” Magnus shouts, enthusiastic and  loud enough to make Kravitz jump slightly in his seat. 

Taako doesn’t disguise his laugh.

Kravitz would glare at him, but he’s been reliably informed it’s not polite, so he settles for shushing Taako and making sure he’s exuding ‘Paying Attention In Class Like It’s His Job’ energy. In fact, it is his job, it’s both of their jobs, because they entered into the education contract by signing up for the class even if it was under false pretences and someone else signed up on his behalf as a joke.

A sharp elbow digs him in the ribs. “What do you think the cake’s supposed to be?” The man is, at least, keeping his voice down slightly, no one turns round to tell them off.

Kravitz doesn’t turn round. He’s being a good student. Also, he has absolutely no idea what the thing Magnus is proudly brandishing at them is. Maybe a tractor?

“This is a dog that Magnus made.” Julia adds helpfully. Kravitz has to assume the bemusement which is likely apparent on his face is also mirrored across the other attendees.

“Here’s another version.” She holds up a much more dog-like dog. “We’re going to take you through step by step.” Julia smiles so reassuringly that Kravitz is almost convinced he’s going to be able to make his very own dog tractor.

“First off, you’ll need to come to the front in turn and get your cupcakes. If we could have this table first?” Julia points at the front left bench, as far from them as they can possibly get. Are they being punished? Are there going to be worse cakes for them because they broke the rules and came alone?

“Don’t worry.” The man says conspiratorially and slides a tupperware onto the table. “I brought my own.”

“What?” Kravitz isn’t sure that’s legal. Can he go down for this? Existing in the presence of contraband cake might summon the bakery police.

“They’ll just have vanilla. These are salted caramel, mocha, strawberry - with the proper stuff, you know, Taako doesn’t fuck with extract only nonsense - and vanilla but it has beans so you can’t say that it’s the same as the ones here.” He cracks the lid as he talks and glorious cakey smells waft out.

“Are we allowed?” Kravitz asks quiet and serious. Maybe there’s a rule he doesn’t know about. Maybe Lydia and Edward forgot to mention it was BYOC… that seems about right honestly.

“Doesn’t matter, does it, kemosabe, because we’ve done it already.” The man shrugs as if he’s not worried about getting a bad mark in cake.

“Ah.” Kravitz says, not entirely ready to make himself an accomplice.

“Here, try one. What’s your poison? You seem like a guy who caffeinates.” The man holds a chocolatey, coffee-y treat his way. “Go on, it’ll blow your mind, Taako guarantees it.”

Kravitz really wants the cake. It smells amazing and his lunch disappeared from the fridge yet again so all he’s had to eat was the sad, crumbly granola bar he found at the back of his desk drawer…

The man, who does in fact seem to be called Taako starts to withdraw his hand. “Well, if you don’t want it then I guess.”

“Wait!” Kravitz grabs it quickly. It’s not polite, but he’s not risking missing out. “You’re sure you have enough?”

“Cha’boy brought plenty. Taako can’t believe you’d doubt him like this. We’ve been together for 16 years, happily married for 15 years and fifty one weeks of that time, and still you don’t trust me.”

“We had a bad week?” Kravitz breaks off a piece of the cake.

Taako looks offended. “No!” 

“But you said…”

“We got married a week after we met.” Taako says firmly. “Now eat your cake, snugglepuss.”

Kravitz winces. “Snugglepuss?” 

“That’s what you’ve got the issue with? Not our timeline?” 

“Well we were just so in love.” Kravitz refuses to be beaten in imagination table tennis. “How could I do anything but ask you to marry me after that glorious week of cross country skiing? I bought the ring on our lunch break on day two.”

“Cross country skiing?” Taako cocks an eyebrow, but he’s still smiling. Not in the mean way either, the way when sometimes you think you’re playing the same game, but you’re very much not and they’re just gathering data to inform exactly how much they’re going to ostracise you (it’s lots, it’s always lots.)

“I loved the way your thigh muscles strained when you tried to get out of the hole.” Kravitz tries very hard not to think about Taako in a skin tight ski suit. He’s never been skiing, but his brain is doing a great job of thinking up some things he definitely shouldn’t be paying attention to.

He shoves the cake in his mouth to distract himself.

It’s incredible.

He doesn’t know the technical terms, but it’s got all the cake things, the taste and the texture and the… crumb. That’s definitely a cake thing.

“These are magic.” Kravitz tries to force himself to chew his next bite slower and actually savour it. 

He fails. 

Taako’s looks at him again, he really looks at him, drags his eyes slowly down to Kravitz’s toes and back up again, then grins.

“I’m Kravitz.” Kravitz says, because he can’t think of anything better and it seems polite. 

“You sure are, kemosabe.” Taako winks an exaggerated overblown wink. “Cha’boy’s Taako, but you figured that out for yourself.”

Kravitz shouldn’t feel proud, but he does.

“Now that everyone has their cake we need you all to find the nozzle which will make the kind of hair you want your dog to have.” Julia holds up one of the nozzles which is full of holes. “For example, this one could be a pomeranian running.” 

Kravitz writes a question mark in his pocket notebook after ‘pomeranian running’. It’s a tiny rebellion but Taako snorts gently next to him and it feels good. Well, mostly. Kravitz hopes Taako’s laughing at the concept and not him.

Taako picks up a nozzle.

“I’d like you to all pick up your nozzle and try piping with the practice bag, use the greaseproof paper to get the motion. You’ll be looking for something like this.” She pipes a perfectly windswept dab of buttercream fur onto her parchment.

Taako’s not piping onto the parchment. 

Taako’s piping directly onto the cake.

“Taako!” Kravitz whispershouts like his life depends on it, because it does. Julia looks strong.

Taako doesn’t acknowledge him.

“Taako, that’s not the parchment.” Kravitz, helpfully, nudges it towards him. Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding. Maybe they won’t go down for willful buttercrime, they’ll get a reduced sentence because it was an accident.

“Rules guy, are we?” Taako’s still piping.

Kravitz is, in fact, a rules guy. Why would they exist if they weren’t important?

Taako stops piping.

“Taako!” Kravitz doesn’t shout, but he wants to.

“That’s cha’boy’s handle.”

“That’s a fish.”

Taako looks offended. “It’s a horse.”

Kravitz does the weird snorty laugh he usually saves for home.

“Honse.” Taako points at the cake. “Look at his beautiful flowing mane.”

“That’s a fin.”

“Horse fin.”

“Horses don’t have fins.”

“Fish don’t have manes.” Taako says like he’s winning at something.

He’s not.

“If he’s a horse then where are his teeth?”

“Oh, Taako sees your game, you think horses have to be happy all the time, do you? Got to pander to your human whims and do a nice big horsey smile so you can appreciate what a nice horse life they have? What if his wife just left him? What then, my guy? Does he still have to smile for you?”

“He clearly left his horse wife.” Kravitz shrugs nonchalantly.

“Why?” Taako leans in, desperate for the gossip.

“Because he was a fish, and she was a horse, can I make it any more obvious?”

“She had a trunk, and he didn’t neigh.”

“What more can I say?” Kravitz mutters quickly before tackling the bigger question, because he’s a gentleman. “Horses don’t have trunks. I’m deeply concerned about your equine knowledge.”

“Maybe you’re the one that isn’t as much of a horse specialist as you thought, hmmm? Ever think about that? Maybe, just maybe, you’re not Dr Horse; King of Horses.”

Kravitz tries very hard not to be offended, but it’s not nice to be doubted. “I’ve got three PhDs in horse, actually, it’s Dr Dr Dr Horse, King of Horses to you.”  

Taako picks up the piping bag again. “Well what if…” He pipes a glorious un-horselike appendage.”

“That’s a…?”

Taako squidges the bag again.

“Horn.” Taako says with confidence.

“Two horns.”

“Yep.” Taako looks pleased with himself. “Horse!” 

“And you think that they have…”

“Garyl does.” Taako says firmly. “Are you going to tell him to his beautiful horse face that he isn’t one?”

“No.” Kravitz says, because he’s not. Mostly because there’s no chance he’s telling Taako to his very handsome face that he’s very bad at cake art. Or that the Longhorn Cowfish exists.

“What’s that?” Taako’s wielding the bag again.

“Tentacle.” Taako’s tongue is poking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates and it makes Kravitz’s chest ache with longing for… something. The last of the evening sun is streaming through the window, Taako’s glowy and glorious and Kravitz longs to take a photo just so he can keep the moment in his pocket. It feels good, it feels like they’re on the same side, it’s them against the cake establishment. It’s been a long time since he felt like he had an ally.

“It’s a horse tentacle?” Kravitz asks, just in case there’s a chance Taako is pivoting to something more sea themed.

“Horse tentacle.” He confirms.

“Taako, horses don’t have…” Kravitz thinks he should probably be exasperated, worried that whether it’s a horse or a fish, or an octopus, it’s definitely not right. Not that he’s an expert in animal maths, but horse + fish probably doesn’t equal dog, even if you squint.

“Then why does this one?” Taako’s raw confidence is terrible and wonderful to behold. Maybe Kravitz can learn from him. Is this how he defeats Lydia and Edward? Can he ask Taako if they can meet up again so he can learn? ‘If I buy you a drink or three can you teach me your raw charisma to help me deal with my shit colleagues please?’ surely can’t fail…

“Is everything okay here?” Julia stands in front of their counter, brow furrowed like she’s worried. To be fair, they definitely haven’t got anything that looks like fur happening.

“Yep.” Taako smiles up at her like he isn’t busy creating an abomination of both buttercream and nature.

“And you’re okay…” She takes a moment to remember his name. “Kravitz?”

“Oh, yes. Everything’s fine.” Kravitz lies, because Garyl needs a vet, or three, a whole team of specialists.

“It didn’t seem fine when you were fighting.” Julia looks pointedly at Taako.

“We’re not fighting!” Taako’s indignant, offended at the accusation. “We were just discussing taxonomy.”

Julia turns to Kravitz. “If you need us to find you a different station?”

“Did I do something wrong?” Oh, oh no, Kravitz straightens in shock. He isn’t this person. He’s good at classes, he’s good at teacher interaction, he has never ever ever had a bad grade and he doesn’t plan to start now.

“What? No.” Kravitz is very used to the perplexed expression that Julia is wearing. People direct it at him a lot. He wishes he wasn’t so familiar.

“She thinks I’m bothering you, handsome.”

“You’re not bothering me!” Kravitz replies before he processes the second part of the sentence. Taako thinks he’s handsome! He said it so he must mean it.

“Well you’re not bothering me. In fact I think you should not bother me after class and take Taako out for a drink. Cha’boy has some theories about how giraffes look that’re going to blow your mind.”

Kravitz resolutely doesn’t think about how there is another thing he would let Taako blow. “Yes… Yes absolutely,  I’d like that a lot Taako.”

“Gross.” Julia says happily. “Glad we could necessitate…” She pauses and waves her hand between them “... whatever this is with your fucked up fish cake.”

“It’s a horse!” They say indignant, unjustified, and perfectly synchronised.

[burninghalls]

❝there's a place for me and you, not now, but soon we'll visit, my love❞

summary: angeal and genesis' death has led sephiroth to a decision to leave Shinra for good tw/cw: angst slight fluff. this is really rushed as you can tell, i'm sorry i haven't written that much lately. i just wanted to write something for sephiroth

You were certain Sephiroth was the one. 

From the moment you stumbled upon him years ago, when you were much younger than you are now, when his eyes still sparkled with a certain glint of child-like wonder, you’ve always been sure that he is the one for you. He fits you perfectly, like a glove would to your hands, like a loving embrace. Although he is quite a stark difference from you, you loved him all the same. And although he wasn’t the kind of man you dreamt of when you were five, he turned out to be much better than those fickle hopes of prince charming. 

After your first encounter, and many more after that, Sephiroth soon grows into a prominent figure in your life. Little by little, he carved his own home in your heart. He stayed in your mind for more times than you would like to meet. Every night you lay in your mother’s garden, listening to his stories about his work as a Soldier, listening to the newfound information he had acquired during his moments away on missions. You hated those missions since every time he got into one, you weren’t able to see him for days on end. He tried to send you letters to make up for it, but they couldn’t make up for the days lost without his hand holding yours. 

You know you will always be his little secret. For Shinra had forbidden him to leave the building, especially late at night, without any precautions. Even as he tries to convince you that he doesn’t care about that specific rule, you can’t help but feel like Shinra would be the biggest challenge in your relationship with the man. You know you can only truly be with him once he lets go of his past with Shinra, but you couldn’t ask that of him. He has a life out of you, and he shouldn’t tie himself down to just you, even if you would love him to. For you have dedicated a huge chunk of your life to him, is it really so selfish to expect the same?

That’s why, when he suddenly came to you, with tears painting his pale face, you knew something was about to change forever. He hugged you tightly seconds after arriving, pushing you to the ground with how intensely he hugged you. He buried his face in your shoulder, his usually straight figure shaking as he cried in your arms. You wrapped your hands around his back, drawing shapes into his skin to soothe him.

“Are you alright? What troubles you, my love?” You asked him gently, careful not to cause him more pain. 

“Angeal is dead,” he began, his tone shaky, and he almost choked on his own tears. You squeezed him tighter. You knew of Angeal and Genesis, of the friends he had during his time in Shinra. “And Genesis is gone. I have lost them, my love.” 

“Sephiroth,” you called his name. Sephiroth pulled away momentarily, just enough to gaze into your eyes. His cheeks are red, and his eyes too. In general, he looked horrible, and it thorns you apart to see him like this. Your thumb went to wipe the remaining tears sticking in the corner of his eyes. “You need to leave Shinra. I fear that if you stay for too long, you’ll end up just like them.”

Sephiroth visibly flinched at your suggestion, shifting his gaze away from you. “Please, my love,” you insisted. Your fingers clasped around his, gripping them tightly. “It’s dangerous. And they bring you no good. Don’t you always say that you want to leave eventually? You can’t imagine a life being under Shinra’s command forever? I’m not asking you to leave for me, but please do it for yourself. Look at what they’ve done to Genesis and Angeal.”

Sephiroth sighed, shaking his head. “You’re right,” he muttered, finally coming to a conclusion. You can feel his hand squeezing yours. “The next mission would be my last. And after that…”

He trails off, gazing back into your eyes. His hand reached up to stroke your cheek, brushing away the strands of hair covering your face. He has a resolute look in his eyes, along with fiery confidence. “...perhaps we can stay together? I would hate to be alone, and I would hate to leave you as well. We shall find some place safe to live, preferably outside of Midgar.”

You nodded in agreement. 

A few days later, he left for his last mission with the promise of coming back home to you. He visited your mother’s house before he left, a kiss on the back of your hand before he joined his fellow Soldiers on the mission. He said the mission would last for a few days, and after that, he would submit a letter of resignation from Shinra. You were so happy back then, hugging him tightly and wishing for his safety. You even tucked a flower into the strap on his chest. 

“A farewell gift,” you said with a smile, your face beaming with love. “Although it’s not forever, just for now. We’ll be together again soon, Sephiroth. I’ll be waiting here.”

You were certain Sephiroth was the one. You were certain a life of happiness would await you and him at the end of the tunnel. Fate couldn’t have been more cruel when it pulled him away from you forcefully, leaving you with a gaping hole in your heart. A few days after the mission, the day he was meant to come back, shocking news reached your ears. 

Sephiroth is dead. 

[paradox-valleyy]

Lost and Found

Pre-Canon rdr 2 x Teen!fem!oc

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Word count: 3,5 k

Notes: Next Chapter the gang will start getting more involved I promise 🙏

Jolene awoke with a jolt, someone’s boot nudging her leg repeatedly. She scrambled to sit up, her heart pounding from the sudden disturbance. Squinting up through sleep-heavy eyes, she recognized the scowling face of the Sheriff looming above her.

“This ain’t a bed, boy,” the Sheriff grumbled. “You’d best find yourself somewhere to sleep where you’re not botherin’ honest folks.”

Jolene bit back a retort, knowing better than to mouth off while the Sheriff was still in a mood from the night before. Instead, she sighed and picked herself up, brushing the dust from her clothes. Without another word, she turned and trudged out of the alley, her stomach growling softly. Morning sunlight barely stretched across the street, and Jolene guessed it was still close to five in the morning. Too early even for the shopkeepers to start setting up.

With her thoughts drifting back to yesterday, she found herself absently fingering the coins in her pocket, feeling the remnants of the previous night’s meal warming her. It had been good to go to sleep feeling full, and for once, she had enough coin to make that feeling last a bit longer. She stifled a yawn and decided to head out toward the river. A quick wash would do her good, and the early hour meant she’d have some privacy.

The walk took her out past the town’s edge and along the riverbank, her worn boots leaving faint prints in the morning dew on the path. She followed the water until she reached her favorite secluded spot, where she could clean herself up away from prying eyes. Glancing around to make sure she was alone, Jolene stripped off her shirt and pants, exposing her feminine teenage figure, and setting them on the bank beside her boots. Only her necklace stayed on—a long, thin chain with a golden ring hanging from it. She always kept it hidden under her shirt, the one thing she’d never part with.

Wading into the cool water, she shivered as she scrubbed away the dirt from her arms and neck, then dunked her head, fingers scrubbing her scalp with determination. Days on the road and nights on the ground left her feeling grimy, and though the river water wasn’t exactly soap, it would at least rinse some of the dust away. Her fingers brushed the bruise on her jaw, still tender from the chubby man’s punch last night. She sucked in a sharp breath at the pain, her face darkening at the memory. But the water was cold, numbing the ache as she washed the dirt from her skin.

After a few minutes, she stepped out, water dripping from her lanky frame. She tugged her clothes back on, wet fabric sticking to her uncomfortably. The necklace glinted briefly as she tucked it back under her shirt, and she rubbed the ring absentmindedly before pulling her collar up over it. Feeling a bit refreshed, she started her walk back into town, taking the long way through the forest.

As she strolled, Jolene picked up a smooth stone and began flipping it in her hand. Her thoughts wandered to Dutch and Hosea, the strangers from last night. She wondered what sort of life they lived, drifting from town to town. They intrigued her, those men—confident, daring, unbothered by the rules she always found herself breaking. She felt a twinge of envy and wondered what it might be like to live that way, with nothing to lose.

The crunch of hooves on the forest path pulled her out of her thoughts. Glancing up, she saw two men on horseback approaching. They were deep in conversation, one of them speaking in low, annoyed tones. Jolene slowed her steps, curious.

“This ain’t how it works, you gotta stay, help her,” the larger man was saying, his voice gruff but steady.

The other man, younger with dark hair and an irritable expression, glared back. “Just keep to your own business,” he snapped, his tone sharp.

Jolene kept her head down, not wanting to draw too much attention, but as they passed, the larger man dipped his hat and muttered, “Good morning.”

Startled, Jolene gave a quick nod. “Mornin’,” she replied quietly, watching as they continued on, their voices fading as they disappeared down the trail. She wondered briefly who the “her” was they were talking about, but her curiosity quickly waned. In this town, everyone had secrets, and some things were better left unknown.

As she made her way back, Jolene debated what to do with her day. If she lingered in the forest, she could avoid trouble with the Sheriff. Sometimes she spent hours out here, crouching by the water, watching for fish, or tried carving small animals from wood scraps she picked up along the riverbank. The solitude wasn’t so bad—sometimes she even welcomed it.

A sudden rustle in the bushes made her freeze. She crouched instinctively, watching as a fox darted out onto the path, its bushy tail flicking behind it. It paused, eyeing her with as much curiosity as she felt, before bounding off into the trees. Jolene exhaled, feeling a strange peace in that brief encounter. It reminded her of how she felt last night, sitting across from Dutch and Hosea, eating warm food and feeling… almost seen.

Eventually, as the sun rose higher, she made her way back toward the edge of town, deciding she’d risk the streets a bit longer. It was quiet enough at this hour; most folks would still be at breakfast. Jolene wandered down an empty road, fingers tracing the coins in her pocket, as she kept her eyes peeled for any signs of trouble—or opportunity.

Jolene made her way to Johnson’s shop, already savoring the chance to pester the calm, steady shopkeeper. Johnson never raised his voice, not even when he caught Jolene slipping a piece of candy into her pocket or trying to haggle for half the price. The man had an endless well of patience, which only made Jolene want to test him all the more.

As she strolled into the shop, Jolene caught sight of the two men from before, standing by a shelf in quiet conversation. The taller one, the man with the black hat, glanced at her briefly, giving Jolene a small nod of acknowledgement before turning back to whatever he was inspecting on the shelf. Jolene nodded back, moving on toward the counter, where she leaned forward, her hands braced on the smooth wood as she peered over its edge, hoping for something new or interesting to catch her eye.

After a moment, she heard the familiar footsteps approaching. Johnson appeared from the back room, an eyebrow raised at seeing Jolene yet again. “What do you want now, kid?” he sighed, though a small, reluctant smile hinted at his amusement.

“Just checkin’ in,” Jolene said, grinning. “How you doin’ today, Mr. Johnson?”

Johnson shook his head with a long-suffering sigh. “If you’re that bored, why don’t you go on and bother the folks over at the church? I’m sure the sisters’d be happy to fill your head with a sermon or two.”

Jolene groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. “They’re no fun. All they ever talk about is God and what’s proper and how ‘the good Lord is always watching.’” She slouched against the counter, hoping she might at least drag out a few more minutes of conversation. “Not my style.”

Johnson gave her a gentle shove toward the door, still chuckling. “Well, I’m too tired to be dealin’ with you right now, and unlike some folks, I actually got customers who pay.” He gestured toward the two men by the shelf, and Jolene, feigning offense, put a hand to her chest.

“Fine, fine, I’m goin’,” she muttered, putting on a show of reluctantly dragging her feet as she shuffled to the door. She could feel the eyes of the two strangers on her back as she left, their gaze lingering as though she were worth more than a passing glance. It sent a slight shiver down her spine, though she couldn’t say why.

Out on the street again, Jolene squinted up at the rising sun, considering her options. Johnson had been half-joking about the church, but the idea of a free meal and maybe a sip of wine to warm her belly made her mind up for her. Bread and wine, she thought, chuckling to herself as she crossed the street. She didn’t like the taste of the wine, really, but it made her feel grown up, in a way, and that was enough for now.

As she walked toward the little church on the edge of town, Jolene thought about God—or rather, about how she wasn’t sure she believed in Him, or any of it. Still, there was something about the place, the quiet hum of hymns, the light filtering through the dusty windows, that felt safe. And right now, that was all she needed.

Jolene pushed open the heavy church doors, letting the quiet hush of the sanctuary settle around her. Morning sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting patches of vibrant colors onto the wooden pews and stone floor. She looked around, taking in the rare peace, and saw Sister Amelia emerging from a back room. She had a kind face, framed by a white wimple, her expression softening as she spotted Jolene.

“Joel,” she greeted warmly, stepping closer. She ruffled her hair, eyeing her with an amused but gentle concern. “You don’t come by too often, do you? How are you doing, child?”

Jolene gave a small shrug, not quite meeting her eyes. “Been better,” she muttered, rubbing a hand over her bruised jaw absentmindedly.

Her brow furrowed as she leaned in to get a closer look at the purpled skin. “Looks like you’ve had a rough time,” she said, sighing. “Come on, say a prayer or two. The Lord listens, even when you don’t think He does.”

Jolene knew what this meant—a quick prayer, and she’d get some bread for her trouble. She nodded, heading toward the altar and dropping to her knees, muttering the only prayer she could remember. Satisfied, Sister Amelia watched her, a small smile tugging at her lips.

When she finished, she slumped back onto the pew, stretching out her legs a little. Sister Amelia gave a nod, pleased, then looked at her with a glimmer of encouragement.

“How about you step into the confessional while you’re here?” she offered, gesturing toward the wooden booth.

Jolene stiffened. “I, uh…don’t think I got much to say.”

But at that moment, Reverend Thomas appeared from the hallway, giving Jolene a warm, expectant look. “It never hurts, Joel,” he said, his voice gentle. “If you’re here, might as well. Come on now.”

With a reluctant sigh, Jolene trudged over and stepped into the confessional, the wooden seat creaking as she sat down. The small, cramped space was shadowed, with only the thin screen separating her from Reverend Thomas.

Jolene cleared his throat, feeling awkward. “Uh…bless me, Father, for I reckon I’ve sinned.”

The reverend’s voice was calm, inviting. “Go on, Joel.”

Jolene took a shaky breath, then the words tumbled out. “I steal a lot. I take from people ‘cause I don’t got anything. I lie all the time, too. Just…tryin’ to survive, y’know?”

There was a moment’s silence, then the reverend spoke. “And you feel like there’s no other way?”

Jolene’s voice was barely a whisper. “Ain’t nobody out there helpin’ me, Father. Gotta do it all on my own.”

The reverend’s voice softened. “Remember, child, even in the darkest times, the Lord is watching over you. He understands your struggles, and there’s always a chance to choose a better path.”

Jolene wasn’t entirely sure she believed that, but she nodded anyway, feeling oddly lighter for having said the words. She shuffled out of the confessional, where Sister Amelia waited with a small piece of bread. She took it eagerly, not bothering to ask for the wine she usually hoped for. The bread alone was a treat enough.

She sat in the back row, chewing the bread slowly as she gazed up at the colored light filtering through the stained glass, studying the way it painted the floor in patches of blue, red, and green.

A moment later, Sister Amelia walked over and sat down beside her, watching her with a gentle smile. “Something on your mind, Joel?”

Jolene shrugged. “Just lookin’ at the light, I guess. Pretty colors.”

They sat in a companionable silence, and then she said softly, “I need to fetch something from the ranch. Would you like to walk with me?”

Jolene’s eyes lit up at the thought of getting to look at the livestock. “Yeah, sure,” she said eagerly, stuffing the last of the bread into her mouth as they stood.

They walked side by side, the morning air fresh and the town just beginning to stir behind them. Jolene started talking, telling Sister Amelia with enthusiasm how she managed to evade people when they chased her, darting into alleyways, scaling fences, and slipping away into shadows before they could catch her. She enjoyed recounting it, her voice quick and animated as she described near-misses and the thrill of outsmarting grown-ups.

Sister Amelia listened patiently, smiling but also frowning slightly. “Quite the little escape artist, aren’t you?” she said, her tone amused but tinged with concern. “But Joel, you shouldn’t have to live like this. It’s no life for a child.”

She shrugged, trying to brush it off, but the Sisters words gave her pause. She looked at Jolene with a sad smile. “I’m sorry you’ve had to face so much hardship, child. No one should have to grow up alone.”

Jolene nodded, but said nothing.

She reached out and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “God has His plans, Joel. Sometimes life feels unfair, but remember, everything has its purpose. One day, all the challenges you’ve faced will lead you somewhere. You have to trust in that.”

She didn’t fully understand or belive that, but something in her words felt reassuring. They walked in silence for a while, Sister Amelia’s presence a steady comfort as they strolled through the quiet woods.

After two long hours of walking, they finally reached the small ranch on the other side of the forest. Jolene’s legs ached, but the sight of the sprawling fields, livestock, and warm sunlight brushing the landscape made her forget the stiffness in her limbs. Sister Amelia moved toward the ranch house, her long skirts swishing with each step, while Jolene lingered behind, her gaze roving over the faintly familiar surroundings.

She thought briefly about telling the sister about Dutch and Hosea, but something held her back. It felt like a secret she should keep to herself for now, so she stayed silent, watching as sister Amelia made her way toward the rancher and his wife, exchanging quiet greetings and a few words.

Nearby, Jolene spotted a group of pigs rooting around in the dirt. Their snorts and grunts filled the air, and she couldn’t help but grin at their comical faces and muddy snouts. They smelled terrible, a thick, earthy stink that even the open air couldn’t quite carry away, but she didn’t mind. She leaned on the fence, enjoying their silly little dance as they rolled around and nosed each other, completely oblivious to her.

After a while, Jolene moved to another pen, where a large horse stood still as a man crouched near its hooves, carefully lifting one to check its shoe. The horse was a beautiful, sleek bay with a coat that shone like polished wood in the sunlight. Jolene felt a tug in her chest as she watched the animal shift and nicker softly, its big brown eyes calm and gentle. Horses had always fascinated her, but she’d never had the chance to ride one. There was something about them—their power, their quiet strength—that made them seem like creatures from a different world, untamed but loyal, wild but willing.

The man tending to the horse looked up and noticed Jolene watching. “Like horses, kid?” he asked with a hint of a smile.

Jolene nodded, almost shyly, not wanting to seem too eager. “Yeah. I…never got to ride one, though.”

The man chuckled, patting the horse’s neck affectionately. “They’re somethin’ else, that’s for sure. This here’s Daisy, strong as any horse I’ve known.” He gave Daisy a pat, and she nickered softly in response.

Jolene took a tentative step closer leaning against the fence, feeling a thrill in her chest as the horse’s massive head turned toward her. “She’s real pretty,” she murmured just loud enough.

The rancher smiled, nodding his encouragement. “Come here, give her a pat. Just be gentle.”

Jolene quickly jumped over the fence and jogged over letting her fingers brush against Daisy’s nose, and she felt the warmth of her skin, the velvety softness beneath her fingertips. She could hardly believe it. She nuzzled her hand, and she couldn’t help but grin, a quiet, rare moment of wonder lighting up her face.

“You’ve got a way with animals, don’t ya?” the rancher said, watching the gentle exchange.

Jolene shrugged, her eyes still on Daisy. “I guess.”

Just then, Sister Amelia returned, a loaf of fresh bread and a jug of milk laid in her basket. She looked over at Jolene with a soft smile, seeing her reach out to the horse, and for a moment, she didn’t interrupt, watching the quiet moment unfold.

“Joel,” she called gently after a moment. She looked over, reluctantly pulling her hand back from the horse.

“Got everything we need?” she asked, a bit sheepish as she met the sisters gaze.

“All set,” she said, and together they turned back toward the forest, the morning shadows now stretching toward afternoon. But as they walked, Jolene kept glancing back over her shoulder, her mind lingering on the horse and the feeling of its warm, gentle breath against her hand.

As they walked back through the forest, Sister Amelia glanced over at Jolene, noticing the way her eyes sparkled with a lingering excitement. “Did you like that horse?” she asked, her voice warm and inviting.

Jolene nodded, her smile wide. “Yeah, she was real pretty. I always wanted to ride a horse, but I never got the chance.”

Sister Amelia smiled knowingly. “You’re still young, Joel. There’s plenty of time ahead for you. One day, I’m sure you’ll have the chance to ride.”

Her heart lifted a little at her words, feeling a flicker of hope. “You think so?”

“Absolutely,” she said, her voice gentle. “It’s important to dream, you know?”

“Dream?” she echoed, tilting her head slightly.

“Yes,” she said, looking thoughtfully ahead as they continued down the path. “What do you dream about? What do you wish for, beyond a warm bed and a full stomach?”

Jolene thought for a moment, her brow furrowing in concentration. She often wished for those basic things, for a place to call home and enough food to fill her belly. But something deeper tugged at her—a desire she couldn’t quite articulate. “I guess… I wish I had a family,” she admitted slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But that’s hard because I’m an orphan.”

Sister Amelia’s heart ached for her, but she smiled softly. “That’s understandable, Joel. Family is a precious thing. But what else? Something bigger, perhaps?”

She thought hard, her mind racing through fleeting images of her past—faces of people who had come and gone, the fleeting warmth of kindness, and the painful loneliness that sometimes enveloped her. “Maybe to fly?” she said unsure, but her voice gained a hint of excitement.

“Fly?” she asked, laughing lightly. “How do you mean?”

“Yeah,” she said, her enthusiasm building. “I just feel like birds are so free, especially the eagles. They can go so high, unbothered, just do whatever they want, go wherever they want.” She looked up at the sky, imagining the vast expanse above them, a world where worries and fears didn’t exist, where she could escape from the life she lived.

Sister Amelia chuckled at the innocence and honesty of her dream. “That’s a lovely thought, Joel. Flying does sound wonderful. The freedom of soaring through the sky, looking down at the world below. You’re right; eagles are magnificent creatures.”

“Yeah, they are!” she exclaimed, her excitement spilling over. “They can just glide and catch the wind. I wish I could do that.”

“Who knows?” Sister Amelia said thoughtfully, looking at her with encouragement. “Maybe one day you’ll find a way to make your dreams come true. You’re resourceful, and you have a good heart. That counts for a lot.”

Jolene felt a warmth spreading through her at the words. For the first time in a while, she felt seen and understood. “Thanks, Sister,” she said quietly, a small smile forming on her lips.

As they continued walking, the sun filtering through the leaves above, Jolene couldn’t shake the feeling of hope growing inside her. Perhaps one day she would indeed find a way to soar, to break free from the constraints of her life and reach for something greater. For now, she took comfort in the small moments, like sharing dreams with Sister Amelia under the dappled light of the forest.

[whirlwindimagines]

Hi hi! I just stumbled onto your blog and I saw the Vash writings you did and oh my god my heart 💖😭 thank you for this blog!

Totally an optional request, but could you do one where the reader is a bit reserved on her feelings with Vash, but once she hears people bashing him for being a menace or a crybaby the reader goes absolutely feral in defending him on how he’s done so much for people, and starts to realize how much they genuinely cares for him. And if Vash confronts them on it the reader gets so flustered to where they can’t even look them in the eye or just melts with how he is

Again completely optional! Just thank you for all you do and I hope you feel better! 🥹

Aww I'm glad you’ve enjoyed my fics for Vash, I'm so in love with him it's not funny ;p; I hope you enjoy it! I left it a little open-ended :) ;) So who knows what that can mean :) And thanks! I'm currently having some good soup, so hopefully, I get my voice back ;p; Also ya'll have two Vash x Readers today for Stampede Saturday <3

edit: I DID IT AGAIN FORGOT THE LAST SENTENCE, I cant even blame sick brain on that ;p;

‘Those hardest to love need it most’

Vash X Reader

You're going to blame the alcohol, or maybe you are just an idiot? Everything about today was fine, or normal well as normal as it can be when you are traveling with Vash the Stampede. You entered a small town, hoping to stay out of trouble easier for you than for Vash.

Vash wanted to come to this town and said he knew the sheriff here. You crossed your arms as you looked at him, “And you’ll stay out of trouble while we’re here, right?” Vash rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh, “Oh come on! You know I try to! It’ll be a quick trip, honestly!” He clasps his hands together, giving you a pout with those big puppy dog eyes.

Who are you to resist? With a ‘tsk’ and an eye roll you let him drag you into town. 

It's barely been five minutes since you’ve entered the town when Vash gets roped in on helping the local sheriff, you offer to go with him but he just dismisses you and says he’ll find you later. You are about to argue when he gives you a gentle smile and a pat on the head. At that point the argument ties on your tongue, and before you can embarrass yourself you just agree and run off. 

Which leads you here sitting at the bar of the local saloon, enjoying a drink or two. You sigh, leaning your head down on the bar, being alone with your thoughts is never good. Lately your mind has been drifting off to warm and fuzzy feelings of Vash. You're scared to figure out what that all means, so you’re choosing to ignore it. 

You hear two men sit down at the bar; you glance at them before ordering another drink. You hold the drink in your hand, swirling it around as you start to zone out.

“Did you hear that Stampede guy is in town?” One of the men says it draws your attention, but you keep your face passive. “The Humanoid Typhoon? That guy is nothing but trouble.” answers the second. Your grip tightens on your drink, you hate that nickname it's so unfair when they call him that. They have no idea who the real Vash is, you know you should just let it go. Vash always wants to see the good in everyone. You, on the other hand, have a much harder time with that. 

“He's got a bounty too; 6 million double dollars. I say we go for it before he destroys the town.” You slam your drink down on the bar counter hard, startling the two men next you. With a glare you look at them, “If I were you two, I would stop talking.” 

So, you were a little protective over Vash, someone had to be. “A stranger like yourself shouldn't stick their nose in other towns' business.” You roll your eyes, “That man is a danger to us, brings nothing but unfortunate everywhere he goes.” 

Your heart aches for Vash, you stand suddenly grabbing the man closest to you by the collar of his shirt, “You have no idea what you're even talking about!” You snap, anger taking over. “Vash does everything in his power to protect people like you, scum that doesn't even deserve it. You’d be lucky to meet someone as incredible and amazing as he is.” You know that you certainly felt lucky to have met Vash.

Oh.

Oh.

You drop the man suddenly, eyes wide, taking a step back. Oh God you were an idiot, truly and deeply. Your heart rate picks up, how could you have been so blind? Clearly, the man didn't like being manhandled by you, because he lunges for you. But before he can reach you, you are suddenly pulled back, your back hitting a firm chest with a hand on your shoulder. 

“Whoa, now fellas let's take it easy!” Vash’s cheerful voice breaks the tension, you look up shocked to see Vash’s easy-going smile, but something is off about it. His jaw is set tightly and his hand trembles on his shoulder. Your face heats up, how long had he been standing there?

The man scoffs, “You should keep this one on a leash.” He points at you as you sneer at him, moving to take a step forward. You're stopped by Vash’s hand tightening on your shoulder, you glance at Vash, as he narrows his eyes. “Funny, I’ll keep that in mind.” 

You're about to snap something at Vash, but he swiftly begins manhandling you to throw you over his shoulder, you let out a shriek of protest at the movement. Gripping the back of his jacket like a lifeline, as he carries you out of the saloon

“Vash put me down!” You yell at him; your heart is beating way too fast and your face feels out. He does put you down, he does it so suddenly that you nearly lose your footing until he places his arms on your biceps to settle you. He doesn’t let go, but instead hangs his head. 

You are still angry, “You should have let me handle those guys, who do they think they are talking all that nonsense-” 

“Stop, please.” Vash interrupts you, his voice quiet and sad. “It doesn’t matter.” His voice breaks a bit, you can tell he's probably going to start crying. The anger melts away quickly after that, “Well it matters to me.” you admit softly, 

He looks up at you, tears forming in his bright blue eyes and your heart skips a beat. “Why? You don't need to defend me; I’ve heard it all before. Honestly.” He says this with a light laugh.

“Well, it doesn’t make it okay!” You snap, and he flinches back startled, dropping your arms but you don't let him get far as you grab him by his biceps taking a step closer. “You give so much to everyone you meet, your kind, you see the good in everyone even when they don't deserve and you give people hope, me included. So yeah, I'm going to defend you every time no matter what, Because I care about you!”

Vash’s eyes widen, and you feel like you’ve maybe overstepped, also did you have to throw in that part at the end? Your face heats up, and you’re looking everywhere but at Vash’s face. Dropping his arms, you turn around, “Okay, I'm going to bury myself in a hole bye Vash.” You turn around quickly, ready to run off but before you can Vash grabs you from behind slamming your back into his chest and hugging you around the shoulders. 

He rests his face in the crook of your neck, “I don't deserve you.” Vash mutters into your neck, you blush brightly, and you sigh smiling softly, “You do you really do Vash.”  You’re not sure on how long Vash holds you, but you’re not complaining. You’re a little embarrassed to have been so open with your feelings, Vash can be a little dense so you doubt he’ll look deeper into your words. 

Which is fine, just being like this together is enough. Your whole-body freezes, when you feel Vash place a gentle kiss on top of your head, “I care about you too.” You were going to die, your pretty sure you blacked out or at least your legs gave out. “Whoa!” you hear Vash cry out moving his arms to keep you steady and, on your feet, “Are you okay?” 

No, you really weren't, you let out a yelp as Vash spins you so you’re facing him. He leaned in close, too close! You shoved him back, leaving your hands on his chest and bowing your head. “Just… hold on.” You focus on composing yourself, you look up as you feel Vash place his hands over yours and he’s looking at you with such a sincere smile it makes you want to cry. 

“It's okay I get it, you’re okay…” a pause, he looks unsure, “We’re okay.” Your eyes widen, and then soften he's giving you an out. You relax, you need to work through these feelings first by yourself and then you two could figure out where to go from there. 

You smile softly at him, “Yeah, we’re okay.”

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

hi angel! I looooooove how you write andrei so I would love to hear your take on what he’d be like on a mini golf date 🥹

I know he doesn’t really care much for actual golfing but I think it’d be fun watching this giant russian man play some putt putt lmaooo

omg thank youuu 🥹 i’m obsessed with and LOVE your tags on my fics 🫶🏻 hope you enjoy this!

okay, drei and mini golf - here we go. popping this one under a read more for a few nsfw lines and the unintenitonal double entendres that happen when talking about golf😅

i love that he thinks golf is stupid because i also think golf is stupid

you convince him to try mini golf because there are some fun little courses near you and you always remember having a good time playing with your friends growing up

it immediately starts wrong because the longest putter is still too short for him and he has to hunch over awkwardly to shoot (“i’m going to throw out my back like this” “and yet you have no problem bending me over and throwing out my back…”)

he picks a red golf ball of course and you go with neon pink

to spice up the game, you make a bet - one hole in one on the course equals a sexual favor. he gets a hole in one on the first, easiest hole and smirks, holding up his index finger, “one blow job.”

you get a hole in one on the third hole and smirk back at him, holding up your index finger, “one face sitting, tongue-induced orgasm.”

he’s surprisingly not that bad at the early holes, when they’re easy, and gets cocky, obnoxiously counting how many strokes it takes for you to get the ball in the hole (“that’s five. you know, i think the toddler in front of us is doing better than you” “still better than the six or seven strokes it takes to get you off”)

he teases you, coming around your back to put his hands over yours and “help” your swing. but really it’s just an excuse to press his groin against your ass, the hard ridge of his erection evident behind the fly of his jeans

you wiggle your ass against his front deliberately, playacting innocence when he murmurs a harsh “cock tease,” in your ear and nips at the side of your neck (the groan he lets out when you grind harder against him draws a few dirty looks from the parents around you)

then you start getting to the more challenging holes (the windmills and the waterfalls and the random hills and dips and a godforsaken clown head that’s going to give you nightmares) and it all goes downhill

andrei shoots the ball right into the little pool at the base of the waterfall and, per the rules, either has to fish it out or forfeit his chance at a free round at the end, so, competitive and stubborn as hell, he drops to his stomach on the green next to the pool and sticks his arm into the murky water, swishing around with a disgusted look on his face “this is disgusting. i don’t know why you’re laughing, you’ll get whatever disease i’m picking up from this water when i finger fuck you later.”

you crack up laughing the whole time, taking video of the indignity. it’s hilarious until your next shot ricochets off of one of the windmill blades and glances across your cheekbone. “fuck ow shit this stupid thing is going to break my face!”

andrei immediately checks to see if you’re okay and when he’s satisfied that you’re only going to have a little bruise, starts laughing at you. his shirtsleeve is still dripping wet and his face is red from laughing so hard. “we’re so bad at this, solnyshka.” “this is more fun when you’re just a kid. can we leave and go do something else?”

so you skip the last seven holes and go to a nearby laser tag place which is much more fun. especially when andrei pulls you into a dark corner and makes out with you like you’re teenagers

[messedupfan]

Benefits of Car Troubles (Part 6)

Summary: Matt finds out about Leigh's pregnancy and confronts her about the baby.

A/N: Finally!! The end of this story! This will be the last chapter. Enjoy!

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A knock on the front door startles Leigh. She doesn’t know why. She was home alone and Jules is known for forgetting her keys often. But something about the shift in energy in the house made her heart speed up. She takes a breath to calm down before she opens the door and gets the answer to her mental questions. “Matt, Danny, what are you doing here?” 

“Is it true?” Matt asks as he steps forward. 

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she straightens her posture and hopes her baby bump isn’t noticeable. 

“Come on man. I told you to just drop it. You're better off this way.” Danny tries to pull his brother back but he shakes him off. 

“No, I need to hear it,” Matt demands. “Leigh, are you pregnant?” 

Leigh’s heart drops at the question. She had been so careful. She only told her family and you. How could Matt have found out? Not sure how to handle the situation properly she sticks with what she knows best. She continues her charade. She begins to laugh, “Where did you hear something like that?”

“Stop it, Estelle already told me everything. The real reason why you left me in the middle of night.” At Matt's words, Leigh clenches her jaw as she thinks back to the day she left him. She told everyone that he ended it because that just seemed easier. That they were both the cause of their marriage ending. But that wasn't exactly the case. She confronted him about his affair and he immediately started asking for forgiveness. He told her that it had been over for a few weeks by then and that he realized just how much he loved Leigh and that he never wanted to lose her. 

Matt suggested couples therapy or anything to help them work through their issues and save their marriage. Leigh almost gave in to him, well, she did. She told him that they could fix their problems. That she loved him. But once he went to bed she realized that she hated the thought of letting you go more than she did ending her marriage. So she wrote a short letter about how she wasn't sure that she could ever trust Matt again and that there was no relationship without that trust. She packed a bag and she got in her car and she left. She wasn't quite sure how to tell everyone. She didn't want to look like the villain in this story. So, she made up a different one. 

“Matt, let me start by saying—”

“Leigh, I know I said that I didn't want kids but… would you really keep my own child from me?” He cuts her off. 

Her eyebrows draw together. “I guess Estelle didn't tell you the real reason.”

“What do you mean?”

Leigh bites her lip as she rubs her knuckles with her fingers and considers her words to ease him in. “Matt, you weren’t the only one unfaithful in our marriage. This baby, she isn’t yours.” 

“What?” he breathes out as betrayal fills his body. Matt steps back and Danny pulls him away. 

“I always knew you were a bitch,” Danny says over his shoulder as he leads his brother away. Leigh shuts the door feeling embarrassed. She couldn't believe that Estelle would make her do that. She takes a breath to remind herself that she is done with that woman. Never again does she have to be polite to her. 

Still upset, Leigh picks up the phone and calls you. Unable to hear your phone as you work under a car, you don't answer. So she tries you again. Same result. Starting to worry she looks up the office number and calls the shop. Teddy is the one to answer with the company's greeting. 

“This is Teddy, how may I be of service?”

Leigh suddenly feels nervous, she only knows stories about Teddy, she has yet to formally meet the woman. “I-” Leigh isn't sure what she would tell the girl a good reason for disrupting your day would be without giving away too much information. “Dinner,” she finds herself saying. 

“Excuse me? Who is this?” Teddy asks, growing annoyed as she starts to believe it's the prank calling kids.

“It’s Leigh, I'm sorry. I uh I was trying to reach Y/n to uh set up a dinner for the three of us. Because you're important to Y/n and I haven't gotten to meet you yet. I feel kind of bad since they've been forced to sit through so many dinners with my family. And I haven't made the effort to get to know theirs.”

“Oh, that's okay. Y/n doesn't really introduce me to they're partners unless they want them gone. Either I'll take them from Y/n, which is how I met my current girlfriend, or they'll be so threatened by our friendship Y/n will be single again in a week,” Teddy explains. 

“Oh, well, what happens if the girlfriend is the one arranging the meeting?” Leigh challenges. 

“I, huh, that's never happened before. You know what, I say we find out. When is this impromptu dinner?”

“Tonight of course! That won't be a problem, will it?”

“I don't believe so, I will see you at six thirty. I'll bring dessert,” Teddy confirms. 

“Fantastic, I think we'll get along great!” Leigh boasts. Teddy agrees with an awkward laugh as she hangs up. Now she really needs to get a hold of you but first, she has to go shopping for ingredients for dinner. She goes to the grocery store and continues to try and get a hold of you. It’s not until she is putting the grocery bags away in the trunk of her car that you finally call her back in a panic. 

“What’s the matter? Are you okay? Is it the baby?” You rush out as soon as she answers. 

“Woah, woah, calm down, Y/n. Everything is okay,”  Leigh says as she tosses another bag in with one hand. 

“Calm down? Leigh, you called me fifty times!” 

“Okay, I can see why you’re panicking. But really, everything is fine. I was just contacting you to inform you that Teddy is joining us for dinner tonight. I’m heading over now to cook something special for everyone.” Leigh gets into her car and starts the engine. 

“Oh,” you say, confused. “When did this happen?”

“Well, I was calling earlier to talk to you about something but it’s not important anymore. Teddy picked up the store phone and we got to talking and the idea just came to me. You’ve been so good about coming into my life, it’s time I put effort into joining yours.” Leigh pulls out of the parking lot. 

“Sweetheart, you’re so thoughtful. Okay, I’ll head upstairs now to go clean the place up.” You say as you send your last worker home. “I love you. I’ll see you soon,” you grin. 

“I love you too,” Leigh’s heart swells in her chest. It felt good to be able to be free, happy, and in love. 

At a bar near your auto shop, Matt and Danny are being kicked out of a bar after they went well over their limit and the bartender cut them off. The brothers make their way to a convenience store and they purchase a case of beer, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. They stumble around until they spot your shop. Matt remembered seeing a short story written on a piece of paper with the logo. He blinks a few times as he realizes it wasn’t a short story that someone wanted Leigh to review. It was a love letter. 

“Danny,” Matt nudges his brother for his attention. “Danny,” he calls again. 

“Yeah? What?” He slurs and staggers to a stop. 

“There,” he points to the shop. His brother struggles to read the sign and has no clue why Matt was pointing it out. “That’s who knocked up my wife!” Matt says with frustration. 

Danny starts laughing, “Bro, that’s a building! It would have crushed her!” 

“No, no, they work there,” Matt explains. 

“Oooh,” Danny connects the dots and gets as upset as his brother. “Let’s go teach this fucker a lesson.” He marches across the empty street, carrying the case of beer. Matt follows and they bang on the closed garage doors. “Open up you son of a bitch!” Danny shouts as he bangs harder. 

You are confused by the loud noise and open your window to see what’s going on. You roll your eyes as you see the drunk homeless men knocking on the garage gates. You shut the window with a sigh and grab your baseball bat. You walk downstairs and sneak up on the two from the side door. “Come on guys, you have to go. We’re closed.” One that was holding an open case of beer, drops it and takes a swing at you. Luckily, you dodge the hit. “Hey! Woah! There’s no need to get violent. Okay? Just leave or I’ll be forced to call the cops.” Then you see him. The man from Leigh’s photos. You gulp. “Hey, Matt, look. I never intended for things to go this way. She said you guys were getting a divorce.” 

“Oh is that so?” Matt shoves you and you let him. He’s earned a shove. “Where is she right now? She in there? Were you fucking her just now?” He asks angrily as he goes in for another shove. 

“No! No!” You shout as you shake your head. It was clear that he was wasted out of his mind. “She isn’t here. She’s at home. Look, we don’t have to get into anything here. Okay? Just walk away.” 

Matt laughs manically, “Funny that you’re telling me to walk away! When that’s what you should have done! We were happy! Until you came and ruined everything!!” Matt charges at you and you side step him. Letting him run full speed into the metal gate. This agitates Danny and he comes at you again. You run into the building and lock the door behind you. They bang on the door as they scream vicious words at you. 

“Hello nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” The woman says. 

“My girlfriend’s ex and his brother attacked me at my place of business and refused to leave,” you explain to the operator. You give her the address and she says that someone should arrive shortly. You thank her and as the call ends, a rock is thrown through the garage windows. “Shit,” you curse under your breath and head to your office to retrieve a gift from your father. You never wanted to have to use it, but if it scared them away, and kept them from trying anything with Leigh and your family in the future, then so be it. You struggle to get the combination right as more things are thrown into the shop. Fearing for your life, you pray over and over that Leigh doesn’t get here while they’re here. That the cops get here in time. That you get to be there for your friends and family. Not certain of your future, you text Leigh that you love her. 

Leigh is dancing and singing along to her playlist. “I’m so in love that I might stop breathing. Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling. No, I didn’t see the news.” She pulls over to the side when she hears sirens going off. The vehicles are racing down the road and she is curious about what could be happening. When the last one passes her, she resumes her drive as usual and only lowers the car volume when she sees the big cloud of smoke coming from the direction of your business. She drops her foot on the gas, trying to get there fast enough to find out if you’re okay. 

When she arrives, the place is in flames. The windows in your apartment explode from the heat and pressure. “No!” she screams out. Teddy is the one to catch her before she can run into the burning building to attempt to save you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Teddy tries to console the pregnant woman in her arms but she is hysterical. 

“What happened?” Leigh cries out. “I was just on the phone with them!”

“I know sweetie, I know,” Teddy was trying so hard to keep it together. You were her best friend. You meant the world to her. She knows you would have wanted her to take care of the love of your life when you couldn’t. “I don’t know what happened. I came back here because I forgot my keys and it was already like this. I saw two guys trying to run away but the firefighters caught them before they could get away. 

“Why would someone do this?” Leigh feels lost. There was no reason for this to happen. You were a good person. You didn’t deserve this. “Why did this happen?” She cries into your best friend's shoulder. The cops are walking past them, escorting the two men they arrested and Leigh recognizes them immediately. She stops crying in the same second. “Oh no,” she whispers. 

“What? Do you know them,” Teddy inquires. 

Leigh covers her mouth in shock, “This is all my fault.” 

“What are you talking about? Who are those guys?” Teddy presses. 

“My ex-husband and his brother,” Leigh lets out in a whisper as she begins to feel faint. How could everything go so wrong, so fast? 

The building collapses in on itself as firefighters run out of the building without you and the women know there is no hope in finding you alive. Leigh faints and Teddy catches her as she screams out for help. 

“Leigh,” she hears your soft voice call out softly. “Leigh,” she hears it again and she forces her eyes to open. You are standing in front of her with a teary smile and rocking a bundle of blankets in your arms. “Hi, love,” you greet softly. 

Leigh tries to run up to you to hug, but you shake your head as she is blocked by an invisible wall. She hits the wall with her hands, “No!” She cries. “No! This can’t be the end!” 

“It’s not,” you say in a sweet voice as you step a little closer to her with the baby in your arms. “You’ll have him,” you hand her the baby and he passes through the wall. The incident put Leigh’s pregnancy at risk. You wouldn’t let her lose everything in one fell swoop. Especially not to the man she left. “I’ll watch over you two, always.” You promise as more tears roll down your eyes. 

Leigh holds the baby in her arms and lets out a sob as she stares at his beautiful, soft, sleeping features. “Please cross over,” Leigh begs as she looks up at you. “Please, I can’t do this without you,” she continues, she hopes that when she wakes up you’ll be there. In a hospital bed, but alive. 

You lift your lips up in a short smile as you shake your head, “I can’t.” You press the palms of your hands against the wall and they don’t pass through like the baby did. “You are stronger than you know. It will be okay. You have to go back now,” you say as a door opens behind Leigh. “I love you,” you say one last time.

“I can stay,” Leigh tries again. 

You shake your head, “You can’t. It’s not your time yet.” 

The energy from the door begins to pull her closer and you blow her a kiss as you wave her goodbye. 

Leigh wakes up and finds her mom, sister, and Teddy asleep around the room. She wakes them up with her tears. The group of women had decided not to tell her about your passing until she was stable enough but it seems she already knows. They hold her as she cries. 

A few months later, Leigh is welcoming your son into the world. Danny and Matt are being found guilty under first degree murder and are given two life sentences. As Leigh raises your son on her own she teaches him all about you with the help of Teddy. They make you out to be a hero because your memory deserves better than two drunk idiots. Leigh doesn’t marry again. She tries to date but after losing a future with you, she didn’t have it in her to look for another in anyone else. 

Leigh keeps in contact with Teddy and your father so they can be part of your son’s life. She hated the circumstances in which she met the man. She had envisioned a nice dinner where they talked about him becoming a grandfather and possibly gaining a daughter-in-law. She knew you were going to pop the question at some point and she was preparing herself to say yes. 

As the years go by, it gets easier to be without you. Except when your son has big moments. She knows that you’re there in spirit. But she would rather you be right there next to her in life. When he wins basketball games. When he introduces his significant others. Some are boys and some are girls. When he gets into college. When he graduates. The time he comes home to announce his engagement. The wedding. The birth of his first child. She hated that all of these moments were stolen from you. From her. From him. But as she joins you in the after life, you confirm that you were always there and it brings her peace. 

The end.

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[ragingdumpsterfire]

Delsin Rowe x Juno Moore | infamous Second Son OC | 18+ sexual content

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The evening sun pooled through the windows of the empty coffee shop, warm and enticing as the muffled tones of a record crooned, filling the space. As the evening crowd emptied out, rushing towards whatever the dwindling hours held for them, the music slowly evolved into something that the taller of the two remaining employees described as “pot-smoking desert hipster music”.

“Come on, Sam,” Juno teased, elbowing her lightly. “They’re really good, you just have a thing against the singer having a man bun.”

With mop in hand, Sam whipped her head around to gape at Juno with feigned indignation.

“Excuse me, little miss I’ll-fall-in-love-with-anybody-wearing-skinny-pants-and-a-designer-hat. It’s called taste, and you should try buying some at the hipster grocery store you shop at.”

“Okay, first of all, Samara, rude,” Juno stated, throwing her apron at Sam and trying to contain the laughter that was attempting to break out. “Second of all, I’ve seen the customers you flirt with, you’re in no position to be judging.”

Sam’s hands went up in a gesture of surrender, her laughter a sound that always filled Juno with a feeling of home. Of all the people she had met after moving to Seattle, Sam was always one of her favorites. She began as a coworker, and quickly became so much more, like the sister she never had.

“Fine, Juno, you win this round,” Sam said, then added under her breath, “but that man bun is still fuckin’ stupid.”

Before Juno had time to react to her friend’s slight on her taste in men, the gentle chiming of bells filled the background, and both the employees let out an audible groan.

“Come on, it’s five minutes until closing, they can have their coffee up their—oh, hello.” The change in tone caught Juno off guard, Sam‘s voice dripping with threatening flirtation as she threw wagging eyebrows over to Juno.

“It’s your hot guy friend, and you know what he doesn’t have? A man bun—ow!“

Juno frantically rushed around the counter, jabbing Sam in the side on her way past, running a hand through her hair absentmindedly as she stopped short in front of the lanky figure, his hands shoved coolly into his pockets. She was painfully aware of the faint scent of burnt cedar from his presence in the coffee shop, something she would never want to get rid of from her memory as long as she lived.

“Hey Del!” She gave a small wave, and smiled up at him.

Delsin took in the sight of Juno, her slightly tousled hair, the way her flushed face immediately gave clues to her emotions, how her gaze dropped down to his lips for a split second, then back to dance around his eyes. It was cute, the way she thought he wouldn’t notice it. Hot. He couldn’t help the grin forming.

“Hey Junicorn,” he said, then winced slightly. He hadn’t meant for the nickname to stick, not this long. Well shit. He could do better than that.

“How’s your day—“

“So, can I make you—“

There’s a moment of confusion, a soft pause, and then laughter as Juno and Delsin realize they were rushing to talk over one another.

“You go ahead,” Delsin says, gesturing to Juno.

“No, no, it’s okay, you first!” Her soft laugh is mesmerizing, and Delsin can’t look away as she waves her hands at him to continue.

The way Delsin focuses on her so intently causes Juno’s insides to flip, and she notices the warmth building low inside of her, matching that of the heat radiating off of him. He was so hot, in more ways than one. Juno dares to look away first, smiling and glancing down at her hands. There’s a silence between them, something soft playing over the speakers from a playlist Juno created specifically for the early evening. It was sultry and slow, songs that made Sam roll her eyes, yet she still belted the lyrics out after they locked the doors and started cleaning for the night. Neither make a move, afraid to break the moment between them, the building heat drawing their bodies ever so slightly closer to one another. There was no denying the attraction that had built over the past few months, it was obvious every time they were in the same room.

And then there’s a cough, a shattering noise that doesn’t belong in their bubble, causing both Juno and Delsin to jump slightly. Sam sat there, leaning on the counter with her chin rested on hands, the cheesiest of grins plastered on her face.

“I’m just gonna—I’m gonna head out now,” said while gesturing behind her. During the last few minutes, Sam had grabbed her backpack and was ready to leave. “I think I-I left my stove on in my mom…or something.”

Sam passed through the space between Juno and Delsin, turning to wink at Juno and make a crude hand gesture, which led Juno to scoff in vague disapproval.

“Have fun you two,” Sam called from over her shoulder, waving at the room in general.

“Stay safe!” The emphasis on the word was not lost on Juno, and she could feel the way her face reddened. And with the shut of the door, they were alone.

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The alley wall digs into the soft skin of Juno’s back, her skirt hiked up around her thighs. Delsin’s hands gripped her tightly as he pulsed into her burning heat, panting against her skin. He was lost in the way she felt around him as he moved his mouth frantically over her neck, rough purple marks flourishing under his lips, marks that would certainly draw attention in the morning. That was a problem for future Juno. As hard as she tried, Juno couldn’t swallow the low moans that echoed in the secluded street behind the coffee shop, not that anyone ever came back here. There was only the garbage, which was the entire reason why they were back here to begin with. At least that’s what they told themselves half an hour ago, but the trash bags were long since forgotten. As soon as they got into the alley way, hands found their way under clothing, desperate to lay claim to any skin that was hidden. One thing led to another, and soon public alleyway sex was something Juno could check off her list.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna come“ Delsin moaned, his pupils wild with the desire burning within him. His thrusts were jagged, fingertips bruising Juno’s thighs, touch a little too hot. Juno didn’t mind it though, she just imagined where else his burning touch could go.

“B-birth control,” Juno gasped, rolling her hips against Delsin, craving the way he filled her entirely and then some. The fire in the pit of her core was consuming all of her, her head was hazy with the rolling pleasure.

“I’m on it.”

When Juno opened her eyes again, Delsin’s dark eyes were laser focused on her, bewildered. His mouth was open slightly, and he bit his lip. He was putting together the pieces of what she meant, and when it dawned on him, she felt him falter with his pace.

“Oh, fuck.”

He rested his forehead against hers, slightly damp with sweat, his hot breath mixing with hers, jolting his hips against her.

“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” he breathed out, holding her still as he throbbed expectantly inside of her, thighs tight against his waist. “You definitely sure?” There was a slight hesitation to his tone that she could sense underneath the desperation, a need to clarify the situation, to make her happy and not do anything she’d regret, but straining to hold back.

“I could always—“

“I’m on birth control, Del—fuck—it’s okay. I want it.”

To punctuate her words, she rolls her hips, eliciting a small groan from Delsin. A moment passes, their heavy breathing the only sound in the alley. Juno’s arms are wrapped over Delsin’s shoulders, fingers entwined with the dark hair sticking out from under the maroon beanie. And all at once, Delsin’s mouth crashes on Juno’s, tongue pushing its way into her mouth, his kiss pleading and starving, tasting all he can have of her. His hands pull her down on him, plunging deep into her, over and over, hitting that one spot that causes stars to form beneath her eyelids, and she knows she can’t handle much more. Her moans and cries bounce off the walls, escaping into the Seattle night, and she can feel tension building within her, threatening to snap and expand with the intensity of the forming cosmos. Delsin’s breath hitches at the sudden unexpected tightness, and he comes immaculately undone, pulsing, a burning heat releasing inside of her, as she feels stars go supernova deep within. There’s nothing in existence except the two of them, entwined with each other, alone and part of something so much more in this moment.

A quietness settles around them as Delsin rests his forehead against hers, hot breath mingling and slowly returning to normal, and his grasp on her thighs slackens a little as his fingers tremble. He lets out a soft laugh, holding up a hand, watching it shake slightly. At the sight, Juno unwraps her legs from his waist, letting him set her down, and fixes her skirt as he buttoned his jeans. She notices the way Delsin’s beanie sits crooked, probably her fault, so she stands on her tiptoes and fixes it, murmuring a soft apology.

“Well fuck, Juno, I’m exhausted,” Delsin yawns out, stretching his arms up, then settling them around Juno. He’s holding her from behind, his chest flush against her back, kissing the base of her neck. They were still standing in the alley, but nobody cared.

“Think I can get any caffeine around here? Maybe some place with a hot barista chick,” he teased, grinning against her skin.

Juno laughed, and set her hands on top of his warm forearms, still draped over her chest. She slowly led him back into the coffee shop, an awkward but not uncomfortable feat.

“C’mon, banner man, I think I know of a place.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Mine: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Rated M for smut

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You hadn’t expected Severide to run his mouth. It had been a one-night stand when you’d first transferred to Chicago after a messy divorce five years ago. Two lonely hearts finding each other in the midst of the turbulence and carving out a shallow connection, it had been over and done with.  You’d seen him since but the two of you moved in different orbits and you were glad for it. It was in Molly’s one night he brought up the headboard. He’d had a little too much to drink and was proclaiming you owed him one since you’d broken his headboard that time.

It was long in the past but the idea of another man’s hands on you especially Severide’s drove Antonio crazy. He was pissed that the other man had brought it up in the first place. He knew about the one-night stand, knew that there were no feelings there at least not on your side but that savage urge to claim you vibrated through him. The thought of Severide’s hands on you made him want to spend the night tangled up in you, kissing you, reminding you who you belonged to.  

He was quiet on the drive home, his dark eyes glinting in the light from the streetlamp. You could see the tension in his jaw, the way the skin stretched white over his knuckles as he grasped the steering wheel. His right hand deviated from the gear stick, instead coming to rest upon your knee. His thumb smoothed over the indentation as his fingertips brushed over the hem of your dress, pushing it higher.

“I hate the thought of his hands on you.” Antonio told you, bunching the fabric tightly in his hand so that the lace began to tear. “I hate the thought of him kissing you, fucking you.”

“Toni.” You said, your fingers entwined with his before you guided his hand between your legs. “You’re the only man I want, the only one that has ever made me feel like I’m worth something.”

He inclined his head towards you.

“Baby, you mean everything to me.” He told you, his fingertip grazing over your moist core through the cotton of your panties. You were soaking already, the material sticking to the outline of your clit as his finger traced over it slowly.

“Show me.” You breathed. “Show me that I belong to you.”

You don’t make it home. You end up in the empty carpark of a movie theatre, in the backseat of the car. Your panties are long gone, tossed God knows where. Antonio drew you into his lap, his hand gripping your jaw guiding your mouth back to his. His kisses are searing, each one sending a blaze of heat pulsing through you, chasing away every single one of your thoughts. When he entered you it’s with slow intentional thrusts, giving you just a little bit more each time. You want it all, you crave the way he fills you, the noise he makes when he’s finally seated deep inside of you. You whine as he teases you and he smiles, because he knows, how needy he makes you, how desperate. “Mine.” He whispered, his teeth grazing the curve of your throat. “All fucking mine.”

He fucked you like a man possessed, with roaming hands and a pace that’s unrelenting. He hit that devious little spot inside of you, the one that made you fucking sing every time. He listened to the pitch of your whimpers, drawing out each and every stroke until he heard your breath become ragged and that feral noise emit from your throat.

“Tell me, I’m the only one.” He snarled, his hand in your hair, winding it tightly around his fist as he forced you to look into his furious black eyes. “Tell me I’m the only one that’s ever fucked you this good.”

“Toni, there’s no one else that has made me feel the way you do, no one else I love more than you. No one else who can fuck like me this.” You uttered, your fingers carding through his hair. His hands came to rest upon your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh as he thrust up into you.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” He growled against your skin. “Gonna squeeze my dick so tight that I cum inside of you? Would you like that?”

“Fuck Toni.” You breathed, pink flushing across your cheeks. “I need it. I need you.”

“I got you, baby.” He whispered, his hand coming to rest on your throat. His dark eyes were on yours as he squeezed just a little, your pulse thrumming underneath the pad of his thumb. You exhaled, that savage smile spreading across your lips as the ecstasy exploded through your synapses like a firework. A haze of pleasure, noise and colour erupted inside of you as you came. The orgasm hit Antonio like a freight train, ploughing through his senses as he spilled himself deep inside. Fuck he loved this, loved you, loved the feel of himself leaking out of you.

“I love you; you know that right?” he murmured, his thumb trailing over the shape of your lips.

“Yea Toni,” you whispered. “I do.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[terrahlee-cup]

Here have another @raphaelesbian

Chapter 8

“I’m in.” This… is going to go sideways isn’t it. What they were doing before was  dangerous, but this is *really* dangerous. If they get caught the brain worms are right there. Not to mention the possibility of one of them freezing because, y’know, ✨trauma✨

“When did ‘they’ stop being him and his brothers?” That would be the trauma they don’t have! :D Your brothers are out of their depth, bud, Karai has a bit of an advantage in being helpful even if she’s being a bad influence at the same time lol.

On one hand I don’t really like him using the tekkō-kagi, but the backup weapon is probably a good idea… this is going to go poorly.

Leo caught him immediately a good sign for how this night’s gonna go! Casey to the rescue once again. Honestly wish he told Casey where he was really going. No-one knowing where he actually is will be a problem if they need to get to him quickly. Fucking hell he left the tracker that’s worse.

“What an idiot.” PLEASE don’t get over-confident you two. Hi Xever? I guess? Not who I expected honestly. Them escaping relatively okay was not expected, but yay!

They fully just decked each other and moved on huh. That fits yeah lol. Also we’re getting to Shinigami nice. I am so ready for these three being absolutely nuts.

Once again Casey is the best. Gonna be messy when Raph’s family finds out what he’s been doing though, hoo boy.

Nine :D

Leo was so worried oh no- he’s going to be so mad when he finds out what actually happened 😭

Ohp there’s the self-deprecating. This kid I swear. Like— should you be lying to your family about what you’re doing? No. Are you an awful person? ALSO NO.

Not the headache as soon as he gets up AUGH THOSE SUCK. 

Shinigami jump-scare! She has arrived. SIMLISH WHEEZE- and she’s been flipped off within five minutes this is going to be great lol.

The back and forth sass increases oh my word these three are so fun. “Edgy-ass name, there was no way she didn’t pick it out herself.” Please-

Aaaaand they’re drawing on the Purple Dragons’ faces they are having way too much fun with this lmao. “Well, not much point in leaving any behind, is there?” Oh they’re going to burn the money aren’t they. Or just the entire building apparently. Nice.

“Man he loved fire.” Of course he does 😆

“I will just have to pick things out for you!” AW THEY’RE ADORABLE. “Please don’t” … “Mm, no, I will.” ADORABLEEEE-

“I live in a sewer.” … “Well, I suppose it could be worse.” *head in hands* Mhm yeah it could.

Chapter 10

“Rafa-tan!” You know how I kept calling them adorable during the last chapter? Well once again: THAT’S ADORABLE

“But you’re just so cute!” SHE GETS IT. I want to dangle test him. Like a cat.

HAHAHA SHINIGAMI WANTS TO DRESS HIM UP YES THIS IS GREAT. Raph don’t even bother trying to stop her it’s not going to work lol.

“What did she think he was, a clown?” I mean… also, if he never gives her ideas I need her to stick him in the brightest fucking outfit possible. 

The friendship bracelets are here!!! But first gotta annoy the big sister lol. Aw he likes it that’s so cute I’m- THEM <3

*gestures vaguely at the fight scene* All of the banter during this. Just yes.

“What, that’s the only reason? I’ve given you so much material, here.” RAPH NO. Also his brothers being so worried is fair, and I can’t exactly say they shouldn’t be? Just not for the reasons they think. The immediate realization of why Shinigami thought his accent was funny nice. That slipping into Japanese on accident is going to be very noticeable if he keeps doing it hoo boy.

Oh that ‘need to move’ feeling is not fun jeez. Me poor boy.

[uses-for-fics]

Tactona 420

Anders Holmvik x Reader

Another Monday morning and another boring ass meeting. Alice had been droning on and on about numbers when she finally introduced the new product of the week. Apparently it had been some toy race car that would link with a headset. Just as she caught your interest, she had lost it. She had started up a new rant about some meeting she was going to attend. You really didn’t pay much attention to her squeaky voice. The only good thing that ever came out of these meetings was getting to spend some time with Anders. Not necessarily ‘with’ Anders but hey, getting to sit behind him as he made jokes with his buddies was close enough for you. His laugh was melodic, his hair always looked so soft and fluffy. Don’t even get started on his smile, it’s so perfect. You always got butterflies in your belly whenever he’d pass by your cubicle and gave you a friendly hello. Oh but how could you forget his hands. Sometimes you’d imagine what they could do, so big and yet so gentle. It’s like you could feel them on you right now. Or maybe it’s cause they were, you hadn’t realized you zoned out until you felt Anders poking your shoulder.

“Hey Y/n, you good? I’ve been trying to get your attention for a minute now”. He smiled at you. God if you weren’t sitting down right now, your knees would’ve buckled. Adam butted in. “Yeah dude you should’ve seen your face! You were so spaced out! I was going to stick a pen in your mouth but Anders wouldn’t let me.” You turned to look at Adam as your smile fell. “Thank you Adam.” You said flatly.

“Yeahhhhh. So I actually wanted to ask you, were you thinking on joining the Tactona 420? Blake, Adam and I are making a group but hey wouldn’t hurt to have some friendly competition.”

You smiled back at Anders. “I would love to!”

“Sounds good!” He got up from his seat.

“But.” “But?” He stopped in his spot. You dropped your head. “I can’t, I promised Jillian Id fix her computer today. Apparently she ‘accidentally’ downloaded malware when she was downloading videos of ‘cute cats’, I don’t know why she just doesn’t say she was trying to illegally watch magic mike again, we’ve all seen her ogle face before.”

Adam laughed. “Yeah it’s the same one you make when you’re looking at Ders! Ooooo burn!” He lifted his hand to high five Blake but Blake just shook his head and dropped Adam’s hand down. “Nuh uh.”

Anders chuckled. “Thank you Adam.” He said sarcastically. “Why don’t you go with Blake and start modifying the car?” Adam stood up with Blake. “Oh hell yeah, it’s gonna beat the crap out of all of your guys' cars!” Adam yelled as Blake pushed him out of the meeting room. Anders rolled his eyes. “Well if you finish soon, it’d be great to have you there.” He smiled but quickly covered it up with a cough. “As a cheerleader obviously cause we’d soooo wreck your car up quickly,,,,dude.” He gave your shoulder a light punch.

You awkwardly laughed. “Ha ha. Yeah dude, I’ll so try to be there.” You gave him finger guns. “Guess I’ll see you later dude.” He started walking out of the meeting room backwards not breaking eye contact. You laughed as he gave you a wink and finger guns back. This man was going to be your demise. You decided you should start working on Jillian’s computer cause from all those shady pirating sites she has visited, you could only imagine how fucked it was going to be. A good two or three hours passed before your back had started to feel sore from sitting there for a while. You made calls all day for work but at least then you’d try to distract yourself by drawing at your desk or walking around your cubicle or staring at Anders. It’s not weird! It wasn’t your fault that your cubicle was right across from his and it definitely wasn’t your fault if your eyes occasionally would wander over there and would watch whatever dumb activity him and his friends were doing instead of work. You stretched your back until you felt a crack and stood up.

Maybe you could find something to snack on before having to get back to Jillian’s desk. You walked into the break room to find Adam smashing his toy car’s cover with a hammer and yelling. “I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING!!! Oh hey y/n.” He put down the hammer and toy car cover.

“Heyyy Adam. Um you ok buddy?” You stood by the entrance, not wanting to get closer to him.

“No I’m not ok. Blake killed his rat and Anders doesn’t want to join my team so now I have to mod my own car but I DONT KNOW WHAT IM DOING!!” You shifted on your feet weighing if you should help him or not. You were basically almost done with Jillian’s computer. Probably a half hour more and you’d be done but, this is Adam. He’s always so moody and he’s always joking about how you like Anders. He wasn’t wrong but you weren’t going to give him that satisfaction, or maybe you could. If you helped him maybe he could help you out. You smiled and walked closer to his car. “Maybe I could help.”

Adam’s head jerked up to look at you. “Are you serious?” You nodded. “For sure! I’m clearing Jillian’s computer right now. I know a thing or two about tech, all I need to do is mod your car into being faster than the rest.”

Adam jumped up. “Fuck yes!! Let’s start building right now so I can wipe Anders stupid smug smile with my dust.” You grabbed Adam by the collar before he could head out of the room. “Woah there! I didn’t even get to say what I get in return.” Adam shook his head. “Uhh doy dude, you get to spend time with me obviously! What else could you want?”

You rolled your eyes. “Gross. Actually, I wanted to see if you could setupadatewithAndersandI.”

Adam’s face twisted. “What?”

You groaned and looked down. “I wanted to see if you could set up a date with Anders and I.” Adam broke into laughter. You huffed. “Fine I won’t help you!” Adam grabbed your arm before you could walk away. “Dude I’m laughing cause that’s so easy. Have you not seen the way he acts around you? ‘Look at me I’m Anders! I can’t walk around y/n because she makes my legs shake! I’m so stupid and tall” Adam’s walked around mocking Anders.

You grabbed the stuff for his car. “Shut up that’s not true. Now let’s go fix up your car.” Adam continued mocking Anders all the way to your desk. You had been fixing up the car for a couple minutes now occasionally slapping Adam’s hand away before he could fuck something up. He’d finally gotten distracted by something. He gasped loudly making you jump in your seat. “Adam! What the fuck!” You turned to him noticing the book in his hands. He was looking through your sketchbook. “Adam! Give that back!” You tried to reach out for the book but he scooted back. “No way dude! You’re so down bad for Anders!!! I knew you liked him but there’s no way you actually have drawings of him!” “Adam that’s not funny. Please give it back.” You kept trying to reach for it but Adam kept scooting away from you. “They’re not half bad, maybe if you showed them to him he could overlook the whole stalker thing and ask you out.” You groaned. “I have no idea why I ever decided to help you! You’re such an idiot!” Adam stopped. “Hey! I may be an idiot but I am not stupid! At least I try to go for a date when I like a girl and I mean really try! You haven’t even tried to make a single attempt at asking out Anders the whole time that you’ve worked here. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from me.” With that, Adam turned to walk out of your cubicle but bumped into the side wall.

You giggled. “Maybe you’re right Adam. I should try. How about we go win this race and after we’ve wiped Anders, I ask him out.” Adam smiled. “HELL YEAH! LETS KICK ASS!”

He ran out of the cubicle fist pumping. “I’m not done with the car yet!” You yelled but he was too far already. You turned back to the car, you had to fix this car like if your life depended on it.

You managed to finish fixing up the car not long after, finally arriving to where the races were being held. Adam turned to look at you. “Dude! Took you long enough! I’ve been waiting for you for hourssssss!!!”

“It hasn’t even been 30 minutes!” You yelled back as you walked to him.

Anders turned to face you from his spot next to Adam. “Hey! You made it Y/n!”

“Hey Ders.” You stand next to him and smile.

Anders face started to turn a bit red. “Ders? You’ve never called me Ders before.” Your smile fell. He quickly went to speak. “I like it! You make it sound nice.” You got bashful. “Ha thanks I guess. Just thought we’re close enough to use it.” You looked up at him. “There’s actually something I wanted to tell you.” You placed your hand on his hoodies zipper.

He looked down at you and gulped. “What’s up.” You smirked and then zipped up his hoodie. “After the race.” You winked and went to go stand next Adam.

You handed Adam the updated controller and started explaining the buttons. Just as you finished up explaining them, Jillian got into position to start up the new race. “Start your engines!” She put the flag up in the air. You handed Adam the headset. “Good luck.” You walked away and went off to the sidelines. Anders winked at you and put on his headset. You face heated up. At least he couldn’t see you right now. “Go!” Jillian yelled as she threw the flag down. Just as the race started, it ended. Blake had ran in a few laps left, Adam had blocked the tunnel causing a blockage on the track. Anders flipped his car making it a ramp so Blake could jump it and win. They all hugged and jumped together as they cheered.

After they had their little celebration, Anders stepped away and walked over to you. “Hey.” You looked at him. “Hey.” He bumped his shoulder with yours. “Soooo what did you want to talk about?”

You got bashful. “I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out sometime.” You turned away from him.

“Like on a date?”

“Yeah. Like on a date.” You started getting nervous. Maybe Adam had been punking you this whole time and wanted you to embarrass yourself. Before you could freak out more, Anders had answered.

“Sure.” Your eyes widen. “I’m so glad you asked actually, I’ve been so nervous to ask to be honest.”

“Really?” You smiled up at him. “Yeah I actually didn’t think you felt anything for me and just thought I was a boring ass coworker until I saw your drawings”Your face turned beet red. “Oh no.” You covered your face with your hands. “Oh no no no. You’re gonna think I’m a creep!”

He grabbed your wrists and moved your hands from your face. “No! Not at all. I was confused at first to be honest. I noticed you kept staring at me and jotting something down so when you left to the bathroom one day I scoped your cubicle and found your open sketchbook to a drawing of me. By the way I got to say you’re really good at catching my handsome face. I’d love to pose for you anytime.” He smirked.

You laughed. Your face could physically not get any redder. “Yeah, maybe you should. There’s actually this pretty cool art museum I like to visit.”

Anders beamed. “I love museums! There’s currently a Scandinavian exhibit I’ve been wanting to check out!”

You slapped his shoulder. “No way! I’ve heard of it! I’ve been wanting to check it out on my days off!”

Anders intertwined his hands with yours. “How about we go together?”

You inched closer to him. “I would definitely not say no to that.” Just as you guys inched closer, Adam yelled.

“I did that you guys! That was all me!” Blake grabbed Adam. “Dude shut up.” Blake pushed Adam to the elevator and everyone started heading out too. “Well.” Anders cleared his throat. “I guess we should head back to work.”

You let go of his hand. “I guess so.” You got on your tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. “Last one there is a rotten egg.” You gave him a light shove and ran towards the elevator. He smiled and ran after you. “Just wait til I catch up to you!”