#like the upstairs was mostly the same but the downstairs was like. crazy. just huge

[itsalwaysdark]

i dreamed abt exploring my house but in my dream my house was huge and there was like. an entire downstairs and a sprawling outdoor thing it was like. crazy. and i fekt guilty abt claiming to be poor when my house was actuay huge but itisnt actually its like a regular sized house and not Gigantic with a ton of secret rooms and passages and shit... but i still feel lingering guilt. so what the hell

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Let's Talk

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

I have to start the noodles, the water is boiling... I reluctantly leave Finnegan to take off his slacks. Once they're in the water I get him a drink, in the sports bottle of course. He seems too old for a Sippy-Cup which is fine by me. I'm pretty sure he's about seven or eight in little space, the ages when he was sick. Him mentioning that he'd missed a bunch of experiences during that time period sort of solidified my thoughts on that.

I'll have to ask him about that tonight, if we get that far. I've spent the past hour making dinner and in between, I've been on my phone looking up anything I can find on Daddy Doms and Little Boys and refreshing my memory. I'm glad he wants to talk. I know that neither of us have all the answers but we can at least figure out what the questions are, make sure we're on the same page and try to come up with some sort of a plan.

"Can I go get Marten?" he asks.

"Wait until after dinner, please."

He loves being downstairs but it's not completely ferret-proof so I don't want him running around when we're busy eating. Ferrets are amazing creatures and are insanely good at finding the one thing in the house they shouldn't eat/destroy/climb/play with.

"Come get your drink, darling. Can you set the table?"

I'm mostly testing him, I want to see how he reacts. I pull out the plates, bowls and silverware and put them in a pile on the counter.

"Sure," he says, smiling.

"It's the least I can do."

He's cute, really cute. He's shirtless which... let me tell you... is a huge oversight on my part because how am I supposed to focus when all he's wearing is a little pair of bright yellow boxers with a huge sun on his ass? I pull the chicken out to rest for a minute and run upstairs to grab him a shirt.

"Thanks," he says, pulling it on.

"I like this one."

I'm going to have to order some more crazy shirts, most of mine are fairly boring. The few funny ones I have are gifts from Andy.

"Anything else I can do?"

I just have to butter and season the noodles.

"No, go ahead and sit... I'm about done."

I take the chicken to the table while the butter is melting, then take the noodles over. I did the salad and fixings half an hour ago so it's ready, something I learned from my mother.

"This looks and smells amazing Emmett, thank you."

"You're welcome, darling."

We both dig in. Finnegan eats an entire split chicken breast and plenty of noodles and salad to go with it.

I'm a glutton and eat two... it's really good.

"I don't want to wear diapers or have to call you Sir or get treated like a child" he blurts out.

'Okay.'

"I'm okay with all of that, Finnegan. Look, if you're a little, we get to make the rules. You do a perfectly good job of running your own life, darling, I don't want to micromanage it. That said, if you wanna come over here, have a good meal and relax for the evening, that I can do."

He's thinking.

"That sounds really good. This, this is really nice."

He's sitting with his legs perched up on his chair, it's adorable. He has a napkin in his lap and wipes his mouth, then tucks it back under the table.

"I like this silly cup. If that makes me a little, maybe I am one. I don't know. But all those rules, I mean, I just don't know if that's me. I want to be able to talk to you, as equals."

I want that too.

"I had a lot of rules in the Army, I don't need more now. Finnegan, I think we're just gonna have to see how this goes. I've sure as hell never done this before and I'm not sure you've really figured yourself out either. Who knows, maybe in a month you'll be more comfortable with me and want things you don't want now, you know? We're just gonna have to keep talking about it, as painful as it is, so we can make sure we're both happy."

"That's what I'm worried about Emmett, why would you want to date someone like me? You can't want to watch kiddie movies every night."

"Not every night, no. You're gonna have to put up with me watching baseball and my insane addiction to hoarders if we spend a lot more time together. But if you wanna lay on my lap and do, I don't know Finnegan, what do you do when you're, well, little?"

I didn't know how else to put it.

"I don't know. Once I went on YouTube and figured out how to make different paper airplanes. I made a couple and threw them all over my apartment. Is that weird?"

"Sounds like fun to me, darling."

"And I like toys. I... uh... I have some Lego I mess with. And I love cartoons... you know that. But I could watch on my laptop and use headphones."

He's so sweet.

"That would be fine. So serious question... are you always little when you're alone or if you can be? I'd like to know what to expect... is all."

He always thinks about his answers and I love that. He's not just blabbing the first thing that pops into his head.

"Sometimes I have to do stuff. Cook, shop, work. So when I have stuff to do I just do it but if I'm not busy I... yeah I guess I'm usually little, as you put it. I always thought it was just me."

"It is just you, Finnegan and that's fine. Okay so what if my house is little space? You don't have to do adult stuff here, right? I'll handle the cooking and if you have to work I assume you'd just go home. So when you come in here you can strip and get comfortable and we'll just give it a try?"

It's the best I can offer since we have no idea what we're doing.

"I can't believe you'd do that... I mean, why? It sounds really good but what do you get out of it?"

"Other than seeing you?"

He rolls his eyes, most of the sites I was on today would say that's worthy of a spanking.

"What?"

"There's no way you want to hang around a guy who likes to drink out of bendy straws."

Now I'm a little frustrated.

"Why not? What the fuck does it matter to me? How does it affect me at all? I couldn't give two shits, Finnegan. I like you, okay? You make me smile, you make me feel good, and I enjoy doing things with you. I think your sunshine boxers are cute and they make me happy. I've had enough sad and dark and dreary in my life, Finnegan. I could use more laughter and smiles and silliness. Okay?"

He walks over and I push my chair back because it looks like yes... he wants to perch on my lap.

"I'm sorry, Emmett."

His arms are wrapped around my shoulders and his cheek is resting on my forehead and all the anger drains out of me instantly.

"I want you happy, that's why I asked. I just want to make sure you're not doing this just for me, you know? That's not healthy. I've been in plenty of relationships where I didn't share this, where I was normal."

"And none of them lasted, Finnegan."

None of mine have either.

"No."

I think we both need a break... some time to process everything we've said. I give him a tap and he hops up.

"Why don't you go get Marten and I'll clean up."

"I could help, Emmett."

"You can help by playing with Marten, please."

I stand up too and gather our plates. He'd much rather do that and we need some space. Besides, I know how short his evenings are and there's really not much to do to clean up, I did some as I went.

"Okay, I'll get him. Um... are you mad at me?"

I can't have him thinking that so I drop the dishes on the counter and pull him into my arms.

"No, not at all."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

[lord-vermin]

Oh shit I don’t think I’ve actually told this fucking story on here BUT (and this story is totally made up for many reasons) I ~accidentally~ kinda stole(?) a painting/tile worth iirc 15,000

So this was back at my old shop and basically it used to be an art gallery, the building was old as shit and I had a theory that the loft (attic) of the building connected to the other two buildings & my boss wanted me to store some furniture but we were so limited on space in this tiny fucking studio that I decided hey - I’m going to strategically break (gently rip it open) the door to the loft & see if we can get away with storing the furniture upstairs.

I get up there and it’s creepy as shit but my theory is true it’s HUGE up there & because it’s not the same building we can store stuff up there & hopefully the landlord won’t have a clue. But on my exploration into the world of black mould and asbestos I find these cardboard boxes filled with pictures, frames, tiles, etc.

(Fictional pictures to help your imagination)

& bc the building used to be a gallery up until the 80(?)s when the guy who owned the gallery passed away. I immediately start seeing what’s good - I decide ‘hey let’s not go crazy’ and I took 3 downstairs for people to look at.

Alas I only have pictures of the two that aren’t relevant to this story & not the third one which was the once that caused all the fucking trouble in the first place.

But I take them downstairs wayyy too eager to please my boss and I’m like “hey these are cool maybe we should put them on the wall?” I mostly just liked the one with the crows Ngl. We all agree they’d be good to fill some gaps on the wall and they go into a plastic bag on the floor while we all procrastinate on actually putting them up. Which turned out to be a fucking miracle.

So the landlord comes by and this is the first time in years he’s stopped by, first time I’ve ever seen the dude and he’s PISSED because SOMEONE broke into upstairs and has gone through all his paintings (no idea who that would be) and even worse some are missing. We own up to using it as a cheeky storage space which he says is fine. And I SOMEHOW had to look this man in the eye, with said paintings wrapped in a plastic bag on the floor in front of him and go “no clue mate sorry” while this painting shaped plastic bag sat on the floor in front of him. My boss decides he will keep the paintings because they’re his bc he pays the rent despite me saying maybe we should just put them back upstairs.

So the dude apparently reports the paintings as stolen & takes everything he had from upstairs and removes it. And my boss on a slow day tasks me with finding out what the fuck is up with these paintings and why this guy lost his shit. The first two paintings, the ones pictured above - worth £100 at a stretch. Valued at that but no one is buying. But the other one was this ceramic tile that I end up bringing to a gallery and I’m like “do you know anything about this” the guy immediately is like “oh my god where did you get this I haven’t seen one of these in forever” I lie. Just frantically making shit up as I’m starting to realise it’s probably been reported nicked and I’m getting it fucking checked out. And he tells me the artists name & some info and I get back to the studio and we do about 5 seconds of googling and this guys incredibly well known & his stuff goes for a lot. This piece was part of a set and some of the other pieces of the same set had been sold at auction for roughly 15,000. I am fucking mortified.

This is where the realisation that I’ve fucked up really starts to set in. We don’t want this anymore. We wrap it up in plastic & bubble wrap - put it in the store room and never speak of it. Kinda running off the logic of ‘it’s never left the building so it’s not stolen it’s just misplaced’

until one of the tat-artists who decided to secretly move studios steals a bunch of shit including the tile-painting-thing. But then he suffered a psychotic break and gave it to someone. So now it’s just out there somewhere??? The other two got put back up stairs into storage.

[somestorythoughts]

Evil Perry anyone?

Kinda surprised by the shortage of role swaps with Perry and Doofenshmirtz (though it is entirely possible I’m just looking in the wrong place) and I was going to wait till I could watch most of the show but I’m having trouble getting a hold of it so fuck it, here are my rambles about an evil Perry the Platypus and an Agent Heinz Doofenshmirtz, human au.

Heinz has more or less the same family dynamic with Charlene and Vanessa, who knows he’s an agent because she stumbled on his lair and Heinz simply didn’t tell O.W.C.A. Besides, it makes it a lot easier to slip away when she’s there. This doesn’t happen a lot because technically, he isn’t a full field agent. He’s in the tech division, where he absolutely excels (he does still invent wacky stuff, mostly to see if he can, but usually on his own time). However, he does still have most of the training to be a field agent. He got shifted to tech because one, he’s a competent agent but a great mechanic, and two, the guy can’t go into the field without something crazy happening. He usually accomplishes the mission but not without something weird going down and at some point the hire-ups just got really fucking frustrated with every report involving at least one WTF moment. The general wackiness of Heinz’s plans and inventions in the show manifests here as well, general wackiness, and it’s really confusing for everyone involved.

Perry is an uncle/distant cousin of the Flynn-Fletchers. He lives maybe a couple blocks away, I’m leaning towards smaller 2-story place cause then he can have like, family visits in the downstairs (usually he goes to them though) and evil schemes in the upstairs. He is still really close to the family, visits almost every day for dinner or something, but none of them know he’s evil and at the beginning O.W.C.A doesn’t even know they exist. Evil is dangerous and he doesn’t want to involve them in it. He’s much more of a schemer than Heinz, and less of an inventor. He’s really good at building and repurposing things so there still tend to be machines in his plans, but isn’t as good at starting from scratch. His schemes tend to be less petty vengeance (though he definitely is not above that) and more making money/taking over the city. He’s dangerous because he’s a planner and O.W.C.A has been thwarting him so far but with great difficulty and without a permanent nemesis.

The Flynn-Fletchers are pretty much unchanged. Candance doesn’t know about Perry’s evil because I considered it but figured that repeatedly failing the bust her creative brothers and evil uncle (their friend group all knows at least some sign language because he’s around often enough) would drive her fully insane. Perry doesn’t know everything the boys invent but he’s seen enough to believe them. He doesn’t help Candance with the busting much because its her mission and without her mom actually seeing it, he doesn’t think she’ll believe him anyway.

Heinz at first isn’t even assigned to be Perry’s nemesis he gets sent over to do a little surveillance because the agent currently assigned to him is in the hospital. He gets caught because there are literally traps all over the lair part of Perry’s place, there’s a fight, and in the process Heinz not only breaks the current machine but also throws a huge wrench in Perry’s current plan (don’t ask me how this is a ramble remember?).

Cue everyone collectively thinking WTF????? including Perry who’s so surprised he doesn’t even try to stop Heinz from leaving. So the next time he starts being trouble, O.W.C.A sends Heinz. After a couple successes, and no one is entirely sure how Heinz keeps pulling this off, they decide to make him a full time nemesis. So he’s like, half nemesis half tech guy.

Part of why Heinz works so well as a nemesis for Perry is that Perry’s a planner and pretty good at strategizing but Heinz is just so fucking random that he’s hard to plan for and keeps throwing Perry off. For a while he tries to compensate with more traps but unfortunately the two of them are equally good at making and escaping traps. They do eventually start to kinda get along (not that they’d ever admit it). Perry likes having someone else fluent in ASL around, Heinz is impressed by his ability to repurpose stuff, both of them think the other is funny/good-looking...

“Where’s Perry?” Still happens a lot because (fights go long or he gets caught up in plotting/building) the guy is always late. Always. The family’s started telling him things start half an hour earlier than they do. It sometimes works. “A platypus? PERRY THE PLATYPUS?!” doesn’t really happen. Its funny but I also don’t think O.W.C.A would let him into the field if he had that much trouble recognizing villains. I am however highly amused by the idea of them running into each other at the pool or an ice cream place or something with their respective kids and the context/outfits are just so different from their usual run-ins that they both spend several minutes thinking “don’t I know you?” before going “oh FUCK!” Their next meeting starts with Perry threatening the reign hell on Heinz if he ever touches his family and Heinz threatening the same. It’d never be a problem, both have Rules about going after uninvolved family, but it’s definitely a turning point.

[unoriginalmess]

Untitled Feralnette Fic Ch. 1

Hiya there anyone who happens upon this first chapter of this fic. I would like to start out by saying that this is my first fanfic ever. I've been wanting to write a fic for the miraculous fandom for a while but I haven't had any inspiration until I stumbled upon this glorious AU created by @bigfatbreak. I highly suggest checking out all of their posts about this au because they are hilarious and genius and about 100 other amazing adjectives that could be used to describe them and their posts. Anyways enough with my rant and let's get on with the fic. ⚠️Slight angst⚠️ ⚠️Swearing⚠️

--------

When Marinette got home after her and Luka's breakup, all she could do was cry. She wanted to be with him, but her Ladybug duties came first. If lying is a deal breaker for him, then maybe it was best that they ended it now while their relationship was still in its early stages. Still, she couldn't help but feel the loss of her first relationship. She ended up crying for a whole entire day. She just hoped that Hawkmoth(or Shadowmoth or whatever the fuck he wanted to be referred to as this week) wasn't feeling particularly akuma-y today, because she didn't know if she could bottle up all these feelings, even though the world is relying on her ability to do so.

Ugggghhh!! It has been exhausting having to be "happy and perfect Marinette" and "happy and perfect Ladybug" All. The. Time. She's also pretty sure that Hawkmoth had discovered the similarities in her personality as Marinette to Ladybug, and that's why she's been targeted by multiple akumas lately. She has had to have her emotions under control even more than usual. If only there was a way to get Hawkmoth to stop targeting her. Maybe she should just not give a fuck anymore. Haha as if! It couldn't be that easy! Could it?

The more she thinks about it the more it starts to make sense. If she just let herself go completely crazy as Marinette, she would be killing like 10 birds with one stone. She would get hawkmoth off of her trail, she wouldn't have to deal with having to hide her emotions all of the time, she wouldn't have to deal with the added stress of maintaining her perfect persona, she wouldn't have to deal with the stress of Lila's lies taking her friends away if she didn't have friends in the first place, and so much more stress would be taken off of her plate! It was perfect! It might hurt a little at first, but it's for the best in the end. She spent that night planning out her outfit for tomorrow, doing her homework, and going to sleep knowing that, in the morning, François Dupont isn't gonna know what hit them.

....

Adrien Agreste had been having a rough week. He had been abandoned on patrol by ladybug, been broken up with by his girlfriend, and was feeling completely and utterly alone. He knows that his lady has been feeling overwhelmed by her guardian duties lately, and that he 100% deserved that verbal lasting that kagami had given him but he couldn't help but feel this way. He was also feeling guilty about lying to kagami and leading her on for so long. After she broke up with him he took some time to assess his feelings for her and realized that he had more of an admiration for her than an infatuation. He definitely didn't feel the same way about her that she felt about him. She told him that she LOVED HIM, and he was so distracted (blinded) by ladybug that he didn't even process her confession. So, he was looking forward to Sunday morning. He cleared his schedule and on that beautiful Sunday morning, he did what he is only allowed to do on very rare occasions: sleep in. Or at least... thats what he had planned on doing.

When Nathalie had knocked on his door that morning Adrien was not in a good mood. He vaguely heard her say something about father wanting him downstairs in some amount of time for something involving a business partners child and some other robotic sounding words that his half asleep brain couldn't process completely.

"I have a cleared schedule this morning, Nathalie. What could father possibly want me for that is more important than my precious sleep?" He asked snappily.

"Your father wants you downstairs to welcome the new guest that will be living in the house for the rest of the school year. You have 15 minutes to make yourself look presentable and I suggest leaving the attitude upstairs," she half informed/half reprimanded him. As she walked away, Adrien reluctantly rose from his nice warm bed and went to go get ready with only one thought racing through his mind: Who could possibly be staying with them?

....

Felix Culpa was not looking forward to living at the Agreste mansion for the rest of the school year, but for their parents' sake they would do what they had to. It wasn't all for their parents either, they were also concerned about the strange "dissapearance" of Emilie (who was his aunt in all ways except blood relation) and about the treatment of Adrien since said "disappearance".

You see, Felix Culpa is the heir to the Culpa Fabric Empire. The Culpas have been the sole fabric supplier of the Agreste brand since the very beginning. Felix's mom Diana was best friends with Emilie since their college days. Diana and Emilie made the deal with the two brands because as best friends who are both involved in the same industry, it just made sense to have a business relationship with each other. Diana never really cared for Gabriel as a person, but she could tell that he loved Emilie more than anyone else in the world so she could tolerate him for the sake of her best friend.

When Emilie went missing, Diana was absolutely devastated and tried anything she could to find her. She invested in missing person ads as large as billboards, organized search teams, tried to aid the police in their search for her in any way she could, but there was no leads, no legitimate calls to the number on the billboards, and the search team came up empty handed. While she was doing all of this to try to find her, she couldn't help but be furious over the fact that Gabriel was doing nothing to help in the search. All he did was hole himself up in his oversized mansion and call it a day.

The last straw for Diana was when Gabriel tried to use the "grieving my wife" excuse to try to abuse their business arrangement. That day, she told him that the Culpa brand would no longer be associated with the Agreste brand and that after the new collection is released, he would need to find a new fabric supplier. She knew that the Agreste brand would take a huge hit from having sub-par fabric, but she never thought that Gabriel would try to make up for that fact by using Adrien as a walking mannequin and locking him up in the desolate prison that he calls a home. As soon as she realized that he was doing this she scrambled to find a solution.

That is how Felix ended up here, standing in front of the mansion they would be living in for the next 9 months in exchange for Gabriel getting back into the Culpa brand's good graces. Don't get them wrong, they were excited about being able to be in Paris, home of the most innovative fashion pieces in the world, and about being able to see their honorary cousin Adrien (who wasn't half bad to be around despite him having no backbone whatsoever when it came to anything involving his father) but dealing with Mr. Agreste was definitely one of the low points of this arrangement.

They decided to just get it over with and knocked on the door. It was opened by the man that their cousin affectionately referred to as Gorilla. They nodded a thank you to the man, remembering that he was a man of few words, and proceeded to the bottom of the staircase. Mr. Agreste stood at the top with a very tired looking Adrien a few steps down. Felix wasn't even slightly surprised that this is where he chooses to welcome his guests, looking down on people must give him some sort of power trip or something. It's almost as if he heard the phrase "It's over, Anakin, I have the high ground," and made that his own personal motto. Whatever, let him have the feeling of false power if he wanted it, Felix knows that they have all the power in this situation and they're sure that Gabriel knows it as well.

"Hello Felix," Mr. Agreste greeted them with the same amount of warmth in his voice as liquid nitrogen, "while you are staying in this house you will abide by my rules. Adrien will inform you of them and show you to your room. You will attend school with him in the morning and I'm sure that you already know that you must represent not only the Culpa brand, but also the Agreste as well. I will be in my office working, do not disturb me. Contact Nathalie with any questions that cannot be answered by Adrien." He finished his spiel and left to what Felix assumed was his office space.

"Hello Felix!" Adrien greeted him with as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his sleepy state. "Come with me and I'll show you to your room."

Adrien led Felix to their room and listed all of the rules of the household that they were expected to follow. And... wow. Felix could not believe that their cousin had to live like this. The only social interaction this kid gets is at school and fencing? Pre-approved outings only with people determined socially acceptable by Gabriel? And if he gets even one "B" he isn't even going to be allowed to go to school at all? Felix knew that the living situation was bad for Adrien but know the only question running through their head was: What did they get themselves into??

--------

And... thats it for chapter 1! Mostly background info at this point, but next chapter will be the class' reaction to feralnette and felinette meeting for the first time. I just want to say thanks again to @bigfatbreak for giving me the inspiration to write a fic for the first time ever. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, I'm always looking to improve, especially at writing since this is my first time posting anything I've written online, so I want to get better so that I can make better content for you guys, gals, and non-binary pals. If anyone wants to be tagged just let me know and I'll make a tag list for ya. :)

[miraculous-ninjabird]

Woke up feeling incredibly disappointed by the fact the concept of ‘superbed’ is not well known nor is it a normal dorm experience and thus very few people will ever experience how exceptional it can be

For context this is referring to the one and only time I lived in a dorm (triple room) and it was a tiny room that didn’t have much space for three whole people and my roommates and I, who had known each other for a grand total of 1.5 days, inexplicably all managed to come to the same agreement that the best way to save on space was to push all three beds together to from a kind of super bed which we all shared.

And then one of the guys from downstairs stayed in our room one night cause his roommate snored like a truck and of course we were like ‘yeah this bed is huge, no need to sleep on the floor’ and he was chill and nice and after that just kinda ended up staying most nights and on occasion we’d get another guy from down the hall joining us or one of the girls from upstairs and it ended up becoming a whole Thing like if someone couldn’t go back to their own room from whatever reason people would be all ‘go ask room 319 if you can stay, they’ve got the superbed’. And anytime a new person would ask to stay over everyone currently sleeping in the room would get together and hold a vote, and if it was unanimous then the new person would be granted permission to sleep in the superbed. I think the most people we ever had was 7? That was a bit cramped tho the normal number was more like 5. The only two rules we really had is everyone had to agree and that if you did anything to make anyone in the room uncomfortable you’d be kicked out and not allowed back.

It was a Highly unconventional experience but overall a 10/10 would recommend. Should totally be a more normal phenomenon.

I have attached the only three photos I could find (two of which are from moving so are a mostly pictures of junk, but they do help illustrate the size of the bed so I added them anyways) because I felt like I needed some kind of proof that this was a real thing that existed and not just some crazy 5am fever dream

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 7 “The Noisy Roommate” [Episode List] Tim spends the night at Dave’s house and they have to share the latter’s full-sized bed. As they go to sleep, Dave soon makes sure that it’s gonna be a noisy night.

The episode is inspired by TheFartingWolf’s video/premise of the same name. I had a similar idea sometime ago but I figured I could just combine my story and the video for, I don’t know, a real 4D experience? With that said, I’m ready to delete this story should TheFartingWolf want me to do so.

Also keep in mind that this is not a story about the IRL person who made the video linked above, but rather two fictional characters.

The Noisy Roommate

“Thanks for having me over, bro.” I thanked Dave, while rummaging through my backpack.

This was not the first time I slept at Dave’s house of course, not even the first during our 20s, but this time it truly was a last-second solution. This is not like the shower emergency from sometime ago, though water is involved again somehow.

“No problem dude. I needed someone to help me finish this case of beer anyway.” he said, cracking one open and throwing the can at me, which I managed to catch.

“Always up for it.” and I took a long sip of that cold nectar.

“I’m sorry you almost drowned.” he joked.

“Yeah it was terrible.” I played along.

Truth is that some pipe in my house literally exploded and water flooded the entire apartment. It’s not as bad as it sounds: the leak was already fixed but I still needed a place to stay for the night. I didn’t even have time to call anyone as Dave simply showed up at my place and drove me here.

We sat on the couch to watch some bad movie as we kept chatting about some random stuff and having beer. We were both dressed casually, Dave sporting a pair of grey shorts and a black t-shirt, outfits that doubled as our pajamas, even though Dave was probably gonna sleep shirtless as he usually does.

And again, as usual, I felt some familiar vibrations going through the couch. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

“Straight to the point, I see.” I commented.

He laughed and slightly leaned, ripping the rest of the 7-seconds rip towards me, without the couch muffling the sound now. I always appreciate how my bud is so casual about my kink and that fart, needless to say, was impressive, despite being “small” for my bro’s incredibly high standards. Also, he basically almost always farted like this even before he knew about my fetish which, again, led me to appreciate more how his attitude towards me didn’t change at all -and he knows very well the “side effects” his blasts give me.

I pitched a tent in my own shorts but I managed to hide it by adjusting my position, crossing my legs. Whether Dave noticed that or not was irrelevant, as he kept ripping a couple of more loud toots.

We resumed watching the TV for like one hour until we both decided it was time to turn into corpses for the rest of the night, so we went upstairs, the beers making us a bit dizzy but nothing serious.

I was familiar with Dave’s house so I headed directly to the guest room, my bud right behind me.

I stepped into the dark room, turned the light on, and I saw it, staring at me from the bed.

Brave Dave was the first one to run away, pulling me outside of the guest room as I hastily shut the door. Team work!

“Okay, Tim. Were you cursed or something?” he asked.

On the bed we both just saw a huge spider, the biggest we’ve ever seen in real life. While we’re not properly arachnophobic, it’s not like *we like* sleeping with spiders hanging around.

We were both manly adult men and so we were both very afraid of the eight-legged monster sneaking out to murder us in our sleep, or simply existing, so the two of us rushed to the kitchen and came back with tons of duct tape to block up every nook and cranny of the guest room door.

“Alright.” I said. “I’ll just use the couch downstairs.”

“Nah bro.” Dave commented. “My bed’s full-sized. You can join me.” and he walked towards his room.

I needed some time to process what he just said. Me and Dave shared a bed many times but that was always before I came out to him. I wonder how-

“Look, I hate to interrupt your inner monologue about self-pity and all” he said, kind of annoyed. “But can we just for once skip your awkward bullshit and head to bed? Thanks.” and then disappeared into his room.

I chuckled a bit as I realized how “formulaic” I was being lately when he more than once proved to me that he had no issues with me, so I followed him. 

The bedroom was dimly lit and he was already lying on his side of the bed, shirtless, showing off some mild pecs and an overall nice-looking figure.

“I gotta warn you: I’m a screamer in bed.” I jokingly said, lying down on my side of the bed, just by the window.

“Oh yesss, scream harder, daddy.” he played along, laughing.

We were both lying down, mindlessly scrolling stuff on our smartphones and reading articles. That only lasted a couple of minutes.

“Well, time for your goodnight kiss” Dave announced, quickly wrapping his legs around me and planting his butt in grey shorts in my face.

I was still lying down as the fart erupted, almost making me deaf for how loud it was, so up close and personal. I couldn’t see the ceiling very well as Dave’s hairy legs mostly obstructed the view. The blast didn’t even smell that much, which made me assume it was on command rather than fully natural; not that it didn’t stink at all of course.

The beer-powered fart lasted about 10 seconds. He wiggled his ass on my face a bit and then let me go/breathe. “I thought you were a screamer.” he teased and went back on his side of the bed, which almost looked queen-sized.

I didn’t say anything and I simply turned my back to him, trying to be annoyed and failing miserably, feeling a faint scent in my nostrils every time I breathed.

“Looks like there’s a leak in my house as well.” he said, right before ripping another thunderous blast, this time far from me. I tried to ignore that, but I still pitched a tent anyway. I didn’t even turn around: I’m not going to let the teaser win!

After a couple of minutes, Dave turned the lights off and the room fell into darkness, the only source of light being a digital alarm clock inches from my face. 1:34 AM, not as late as I thought, but my body didn’t care and I fell asleep almost immediately.

2:44 AM I hear a loud noise and I woke up, only opening my eyes, the alarm clock greeting my sight in a room of pure darkness. Took me a couple of moments to realize that, of course, it was Dave farting, this time in his sleep. I turned around, noticing Dave’s grey pants as my eyes adjusted to the dark.

3:01 AM I was almost asleep as another fart snapped me back to reality, this time even louder. Again I instinctively turned around and stared at my bud’s butt as the blast erupted. Those felt very airy and pretty much odourless I think. I thought whether I should wake him up but I didn’t want him to think that I was listening to his sleep-farting, which is literally what I was doing sadly.

At this point I was playing the jump-rope between being asleep and awake, every time fully waking up because of Dave farting like crazy. After many farts, the blast at 3:59 AM felt particularly powerful and “meaty”, which made me look again at my friend’s butt, somehow noticing his pants moving because of the air being blasted out. A powerful rip that lasted around 11 seconds I believe. Was I dreaming? Similar farts then followed.

4:59 AM This one almost scared me as when I thought it was over it instead became louder and louder, as if it was a train passing nearby. It had a great sound and flow, one of the best I ever heard from my bro.

5:32 AM Another peak in farting activity. Falling asleep at this point was impossible. Each moment of silence was just the quiet before the storm and I completely gave up on the idea of resting that night.

6:21 AM This one was so loud and powerful that even Dave woke up for a moment. He simply sighed in relief though, but when even the farter wakes up, you know the fart was incredible.

6:36 AM A similar blast greeted the first lights of the dawn. 

Even more powerful rips were heard at 7:16 AM and 7:33 AM. At around 8:01 AM, Dave finally woke up by himself, one of his loudest farts acting as natural alarm clock.

That was a long night and as I heard Dave going downstairs to do his morning routine, I figured it was finally time to catch up some sleep, but ironically enough the silence made it more difficult as I was now so used to his blasts that they felt like white noise, fetish or not.

That teasing bastard won and wasn’t even done.

After merely 30 minutes, I heard him jump on the bed. I was facing the window, pretending to be asleep, but I knew he was standing on the bed, towering over me.

“Rise and shine, roommate!”

He squatted over my head, still sporting those grey shorts, and ripped a huge, loud and proud natural morning fart all over my face. I’m kind of glad I was already awake, ‘cause I would have been scared to death by that gas thunder. Where was all of this gas coming from? How was he not done?

I screamed, annoyed, and pushed him on his side of the bed, my hands touching his still-farting ass, the stench being this time unbearable. I heard him laugh like an idiot as he lied next to me, keeping one of his legs up as he finished ripping that loud, long fart.

“So you are a screamer!” he joked.

“And you fart in your sleep.” I replied.

“As if you’d mind me doing that.”

Whether he was aware or not of what happened during the night, Dave was as usual so comfortable around me that he just didn’t care and it was all just a big gassy prank for him. So I just lied there, awake, chatting with my bud about my house looking like Venice, so tired and so exhausted that I didn’t even bother about the spider staring back at us from the ceiling.

End of Episode 7

[welldonekhushi]

To Love An Indian | Tony Stark x Desi!Reader

Summary: The reader is a desi woman who was appointed as an assistant by Tony Stark. How will your relationship with the billionaire genius go?

Warnings: All fluff, used Hindi language! Translations are available.

Word Count: 2,914

The special fact about you was, being an Indian was something common about when you live in a western country.

Mostly migrate to other places for finding a job, same as you. Never believed once in your life, you're going to get a job of an assistant. For a billionaire genius, and a superhero.

Everyone in your family was so happy about it, at least they have expectations that their daughter will finally make her name and earn. Maybe find someone special that you find to be perfect in your life?

Your mom and dad always worked hard for you for a better future and lifestyle. They never been so happier when they found out you were being appointed for a job in America. They felt so successful and proud for making their daughter educated enough to send her further.

Your flight was tomorrow, but the nervousness just kicks inside that how would your interview go. It was actually Tony Stark, the genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist. You can't even mess up with him. But, there was one thing which bugged you about, a tingly feeling.

You remember him since the day when the world was saved from the Chitauri invasion, and everyone was celebrating about the victory of heroes. It filled throughout the Indian media, about the new superheroes, named as the Avengers, who fight the inside and outside evils. The moment Iron Man showed on the screen, you were left surprised. You kept staring at the hero saving others and making sure if they're secure.

Mostly! When he opened his mask, and revealed his face, everyone held such shocked faces, like they never knew Iron Man was basically a human inside controlling the suit.

"Lo, hum joh isse robot samaj rahe the, yeh toh insaan nikala!" Your grandmother exclaimed. (Wow, we thought he was robot, but he turned out to be a human?)

"Chodo na, dadi. Hai toh hero, na?" You replied, turning back to the television. (Leave, grandma. At least he's a hero, right?)

But, you kept looking at his face. The way he spoke, the way he actions, and everything. You were lost into the man, that suddenly you revealed your smile, your sister noticing it.

"Didi, kya hogaya?" Your sister broke your contact, making you jerk in an instant. (What's wrong, sis?)

"O-oh, k-kuch nahi. Bas me usse dekh rahi thi, baat karte hue." You stammered, looking back. (Oh, it's nothing. I was just looking at him, talking.)

"Oho, pyaar me toh nahi pad gaye na?" Your sister teased, making you blush. (Oh, are you falling in love, huh?)

"Aree! Pagal toh nahi ho? Of course nahi! Hero hai, respect karti hu." (Hey! Are you crazy? Of course no! He's a hero, and I respect him.)

You did appreciate him, but this kind of respect leading to somewhere else.

It was morning, and the time for your flight. Bidding everyone a heartwarming farewell, hoping to see your family soon again.

"Beta araam se jaana. Maine tere liye bahut saari kheer banayi hai. Kha lena agar bhuk lagi toh, thik hai?" (Dear, go easy while you leave. I made lots of pudding for you, so eat it if you feel hungry, alright?)

"Haa maa, ghabrao nahi. Me araam se jaaungi. Ashirvad do bas." You kneeled down to take blessing from your mom and dad, them giving it back. (Yes, mom don't worry. I'll go easy, just give me your blessing.)

"Khush raho, beti. Kaam karna aur naam roshan karna." Your father removed his spectacles, crying tears for her daughter leaving. (Be happy, my daughter. Work hard and make your name bright.)

You hugged your dad, weeping because he wasn't ready to accept the fact you were now leaving him for a long time. After breaking the hug, you wiped his tears, giving him confidence.

Stepping in the taxi, you bid them goodbye, waving your hand and leaving for the airport.

Your new life now began, the moment you entered America. Landing, you then stayed in the hotel for the night, tired and exhausted. But, along that you wanted to remember your lines, so you quickly revise and go to sleep. In the morning, you hurriedly reach Stark Tower for the interview, since the time was running a bit fast.

Entering in the huge interior, looking at a lot of people working in. It did made your nervousness kick in again, but behaved like a strong woman, just wanting to complete the interview as a badass.

You reached the receptionist. "Excuse me, can you tell me where will Mr. Stark take the interview?"

"Oh, on the 15th floor, meeting rooms."

"Thank you." You smiled, reaching the elevator and waiting for the floor to arrive. Checking your watch, you were two minutes late, but hoping they'll just manage. Entering the room, feeling the slight cold air hitting your skin. It seemed empty, but hoped he was waiting for a while.

"Uhm, Mr. Stark?" You called out.

"Come in, Miss (L/N)." A deep, masculine voice filled through the room, knowing someone was actually in. Stepping inside, and closing the door, you seat yourself, trying to hide away your nervousness. It seemed you were slowly forgetting your lines but, being a strong woman is your passion right? Who even can—

The moment the chair turned around towards your direction, you lost it. It looks like you totally forgot the lines now.

Because Tony Stark just faced in front of you.

Did you just, blush? No, it might be embarassment. But, he too stared at you for a while. It was like an awkward staring contest, but remembering you were here for an interview, you brought yourself back.

"Good morning, Mr. Stark. Sorry for being so late." You wipe off the flick of hair on your face.

"It's okay. At least you were on time." He replied, giving a smile. Damn, it was cute.

"So, Miss (L/N). You're from, India right?" He asked, looking at your documents.

"Y-yes! I'm from India, also fully graduated from college."

"What really made you accept this assistant job?" He started asking questions.

"I just don't want to work for money, but I want to find what better I can do while I'm by myself."

"That's everyone's expectations. We should really try something new, and it's a fact of finding your true self."

"Right." You nodded.

"Alright, I have appointed you, congrats." He closed the document and gave a grin.

You widen your eyes. "What? I-I thought you were going to ask more questions..?"

"I don't ask many of them, I know you're capable for everything so, no need." He shrugged.

"W-wow.. I mean, it's way different back there.. haha. What a prick I am." You chuckled.

"You shouldn't actually be uncomfortable or nervous around me, okay? I'll always be available for your problems." He stood up from his chair, and you also too. Offering his hand for a handshake, and you happily accept it.

"Congratulations for the job, Miss (L/N)."

"Aapka bahut, bahut dhanyawad." You accidentally speak in your language, making you cover your mouth in surprise. (Thank you very much.)

He raised his eyebrow in confusion, not sure what you really meant. "Excuse me?" He tilts his head, smirking.

"I-I meant, thank you for accepting me as your assistant, Mr. Stark.. I'm sorry about that." You replied, trying not to fluster from embarassment. But, it didn't seem to make him feel weird, he was like.. more interested?

"No no, it's fine. Accidents happen, but your language is just beautiful. Just tell me whenever you're about to speak Hindi, JARVIS, my AI will help me translate it." He chuckled, and you laugh back.

"Mr. Stark you're so funny." You shook your head and continued to laugh. He sees you smile, which somehow warmed his heart. You might not notice it, but something was being created in between.

And time actually told that, when you both worked together for a long time.

"Please, call me Tony."

✧

Years while working with Stark, you really enjoyed the job. He was a sweet, generous person who will look after you, hoping nothing worse happens. It kind of made you both like good friends, later on. Everytime you looked at him, some strange feelings always attacked you. You can't even guess what it means, but maybe because you really appreciate him.

One day came, when you even noticed about his weaknesses. It made you worry when he never came upstairs to sleep, so after a lot of convincing, he accepted your plead and slept. Even it became more forward, when Tony faced nightmares, and wanted to sleep with someone by his side.

He had been lonely, and it hurts.

His tired face made you want to rub it gently, and relax him to sleep. But, it looks like, you weren't friends anymore.

The way he became more protective and caring throughout your job in his mansion. Like a boyfriend.

But, the question came, does he even love you back, that you're feeling it all?

In the morning, Tony woke up to see the side of the bed empty. Maybe you were up early and started working. He got up and rubbed his hair, went downstairs to get some coffee. While drinking, he suddenly heard someone.. singing?

It didn't seem like an English song. It was foreign.

He could even hear the feminine sound softly, coming from the othe room.

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,

Tu ki jaane pyaar mera, me karu intezaar tera,

Tu dil tuhiyo jaan meri

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,

When he slowly entered the room, you were the one singing while cleaning up the documents. Seriously, he never knew you sang so well. It literally made him feel so surprised, by seeing your other talent. He leaned on the door ledge, hearing you sing beautifully without noticing, like he was lost into it.

Everyday, whenever you used to sing this song while working, he secretly saw you and always adored your voice. It just made him fall in love.

On a particular day, he heard you sing the same song again. He stepped in the room, seeing your beautiful face and voice again.

In midway of your song, you turn around and see him on the doorway, and you gasped. "O-oh, Mr. Stark! G-good morning!"

"Good morning." He replied in his groggy, morning voice. "I never knew you sang so well. You never told me you even sing." He chuckled.

"Really..? I uhm, used to sing but, I had different plans.." You rub your hair, looking embarassed.

"But you sing so well.. I'm amazed." He smiled. "Problem is, I didn't understand because, that's a different language. God, I need to take Hindi classes from you, dang. What does it mean?"

You both laughed. "This song.. uhm actually is about, a lover, explaining his.. other lover that, he can't live without her, because they're deeply attached to each other. It's my favorite song, by the way."

"Oh really? You're into romantic songs, it seems." He raised his eyebrow and smirked, finding a seat.

"Yeah but, uhm.. because they show a lot meaning, even after I'm just a single-pringle, haha. Weird isn't it?"

He stared at you for sometime, it wasn't serious, but gentle. "It's not."

You blushed, don't know why but the tone of his voice dragged into it. Both kept staring at each, and had no idea about the surroundings.

You were the one to break through, coming back to reality. "Oh! S-sorry I just got lost.. a while back."

He got up from his chair, and went closer to your direction. Looking at each other's eyes, he found yours the most beautiful. Felt like he can swim in it. Caressing your cheek and rubbing it with his thumb, you started to panic inside, not able to notice what's happening now.

"Y/N.." He said, in a soft voice. "I.. wanted to ask about something."

You gulped, still flustered. "W-what is it?"

He realised something else, and then cleared his throat. ".. can you, teach me Hindi?"

"Huh?" You looked surprised.

"Yeah, I told a very while back, that I will once ask you to teach me Hindi. I'm very interested, can you please?" He flashed a grin. Like, there was no problem for you to teach him your language. It's good to make others know about your culture.

You gave him a nod as a reply, and he became excited. "Thank you, I'll gladly be your student, Miss Y/N."

✧

For weeks, Tony had been taking Hindi classes from you. I swear, it could have been tough for him, but he was just so interested to learn the language. All you know he was just keen so you were teaching him all that. Giving him assignments and worksheets with grammar, you helped him through everything.

"Maine khana khaya.." You said the words, and waited for him to recite back. (I ate my food.)

"Maine khana.. khaya? Did I say it right?" He replied, in a weird way because his American accent was also mixing in between.

"No no, you're going correctly! Now say it again."

"Maine khana khaya." Tony said it properly.

"Good! I'm proud of you. Damn, Tony. You're going good in this language."

"For you, I can do anything, even learning a tough language."

The moment which left you blank again. He still fixed his soft eyes with yours, clearing your throat to break the tension.

"Okay so, do you have any doubts so far?

"Well, uh. I have a doubt, many of them." He rubbed his nose.

"Ask me."

He first rubs his hands nervously, then looks back at you. "How do you say.. love in Hindi?"

"Oh, well.. pyaar." You replied, being straightforward.

"Okay.. now how do we say, you're beautiful in it?"

You felt a tingly feel in your stomach, but still continued. "Tum khoobsurat ho."

He chuckles. "Alright. Now, if I ask my final doubt.. how do I say.. I love you?"

You gasped. Did he really mean it? Clenching your pen, you became nervous.

"Tell me, my love. I want to know about it."

".. me tumse pyaar karta hu."

"Yes, that is what I wanted to hear." He skids closer to you, growing close to your face.

"Mujhe tumse pyaar hai." He said, properly in Hindi. You felt like to explode. Tony Stark.. loves you?

Suddenly, he gets up from the couch, offering his hand. You grab it and get up, till a familiar song plays in the room.

Tony grabbed your waist from one arm and your hand from the other, swifting to the movements as if they're dancing.

He started singing the song, when the verse began.

- play it now! -

"Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji.." He sang the line so perfectly. You were just shocked and surprised. Both were dancing like a couple on stage.

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji..

Tu ki jaane pyaar mera, me karu intezaar tera,

Tu dil tuhiyo jaan meri

Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji..

While he was singing your favorite song, you were about to burst in tears. You never believed it. The billionaire genius, actually loved you this whole time. Happily resting your head on his chest, he continued to dance while holding you close. When the song finished, he still saw the tears in your eyes.

"D-did you wanted to learn Hindi.. b-because of all this?" Your voice cracked.

"Yes, my love. Just for you. I have to tell this but.. I fell in love the moment I saw you for the first time. Your smile, laugh, voice, behavior, eyes.. and your.."

"And your.. what?"

He sighed, and then leaned to close the gap between your lips. The kiss was sweet yet passionate, like he waited for this moment.

He pulled off for air, both of your gazes neutrally looking. "I'm surprised that I fell in love with an Indian, like you. But, you're pretty, no matter what nationality you belong to. You changed my life Y/N. Trust me, the way you took care of, pampered, and worried for me.. I can never forget that. I really love you for that, my love. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.. d-do you accept me as your boyfriend?"

You started to sob, clenching his shirt tight. Maybe she wasn't happy about it. "L-look, if you don't accept, it's okay.. you deserve. Alot better than—"

"Yes, yes and a million times yes!" You said excitedly, and he sighs in relief. "Did you like.. learn the entire song?"

"Yeah, I even did take help from JARVIS for the translation, also from your teachings, never forgetting that." He winked.

"Oh god.." You laughed.

"But come on, you didn't like it? Tell me!"

"I did, Tony. And I want to thank you for it, a lot."

He gently wipes off your tears, and kisses your forehead. "Now, do you want to celebrate for our engagement?"

"Like where, Mr. Stark?" You said, flirtatiously.

He darkens his eyes, and picks you in the bridal style. "Right in our shared bedroom, sweetheart." He takes you in the room while giggling, shutting the door from inside.

[samwritesforyou]

Booked (pt.2)

Summary: you decided to go grocery shopping since the amount of people in your house significantly grew and diego keeps you company. after that crazy hargreeves family prompts you for a beach trip?

Warnings: gender-neutral reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

A/N: this fic is making me feel things, i cant quite place it. like... whenever i write it i feel weirdly at home?? idk :D feel free to share your thoughts either in tags or comments! its Very appreciated and motivating, actually! have a lovely day! <3

part one can be found here!

“Okay but if we kill them, nobody will have any questions, will they? We just bought a house and they moved somewhere far away!” was the first thing you heard, as you have awakened from your “nap”, deciding to keep your eyes shut just for a moment longer, not to lose it again.

“Five!” seems like everyone else said that in unison, grunting and groaning.

Okay, they don’t want to kill you. That’s great. You think it’s safe to open your eyes now.

You were laying on the king-sized bed upstairs, all siblings huddled up around you, watching intensely.

All the chatter between them came to a stop when they noticed that you woke up.

“So.. you’re like all superheroes or something?” you said tiredly, despite feeling rested.

Your mind still felt fuzzy from that info, hearing about such thing only from the tv series or sci-fi genres.

“Guess so,” Luther piped up, shrugging his massive shoulders and offering you a small smile.

Your eyes slowly drifted towards the kid standing by the frame of the bed, wearing a serious expression.

He sighed and frowned at you.

“To be clear, I’m not a kid and I’m actually older than all of you here. I’m a time traveller and I witnessed more in my life than any of you,” his passive-aggressiveness was directed at you, but by the choice of words it felt like he was talking to everyone who was present in the room, “There’s going to be an apocalypse by the end of the summer and our job is to stop it. We failed once, but we won’t fail twice. We rented this house, thinking it would be a good place where we can practise our powers without anyone interfering with us, so please,” his face turned into an exaggerated, wide smile, “don’t get in our way nor mention it to anybody. Thank you,” and as he finished his angry monologue, the blue colour filled the space around him as he disappeared in the thin air, right in front of your eyes.

Hm. Okay?

Only two seconds passed after that, when another sibling started talking to you.

“And I can talk with the dead!” he said happily, spreading his hands in the air like so monk preaching.

“We have a dead brother who’s named Ben and one day I will definitely let you two meet once I learn how to properly conjure him,” he concluded, very pleased with himself.

“Hi, Ben,” you just said with a warm smile on your face, somewhere into the air next to Klaus.

He literally cooed at your action, coming over to you and giving you a quick hug with a pat on the back.

“Okay, maybe we can reveal all our powers later, but let’s leave (y/n) to rest a bit, alright?” Allison proposed, rushing everyone out of the room and then just sparing you a wave and an apologetic smile, closing the doors and leaving you alone.

Maybe you can get used to all this madness. To this family.

You really rested after that.

A room had a roof-window, so laying on that bed allowed you to look up at the sky and lazy, white clouds that every so often rolled along with the blue background.

Soon enough you heard muffled chatter downstairs, this old house being absolutely the worst in being soundproof.

It all reminded you of simpler times, actually, no matter the crazy circumstances.

But enough was enough, and closer to the middle of the day you managed to get out of the bed and descend to the first floor by the wooden stairs, looking around.

Suddenly it seemed quiet.

You shrugged at that and just made your way towards the door, energetically jumping down the few stairs from the veranda and felt your feet hit the hard tartan surface.

Since it was six (plus one spiritually) more people than you were used to having in your home, you decided it was only logical for you to go and buy more food into the local store.

You almost reached the gate to go outside of your property as you heard some fast steps behind you, catching up to you.

When you turned around, you saw a man with longer hair and almost expression on his face.

“Uh... hey, you’re going somewhere?” he asked, brushing the back of his neck.

“To the market, why?” you asked, tilting your head sideways at him.

“Well.. don’t laugh, but I wanted to jog a little, but got concerned that I might get lost..” the end of his sentence was almost inaudible already as he lowered his voice, “so.. mind keeping me company?”

That kind of surprised you and as you slowly realised the meaning of the said words that came out of his mouth you bit the inside of your right cheek *hard*, just not to laugh.

What a silly guy. Getting lost in this hole?

But sure, why not keep him company.

“Be sure to catch up with me though,” you teased as you basically broke into the run, opening the gate and hopping straight onto your bike and starting pedalling really hard to get as far away from him, finally bursting out laughing at the significant distance.

“What?!” was the only thing you heard from him and then you felt the breeze from the hot summer air caressing your cheeks as you were passing your neighbours in the well-known road.

“You seem happier than usual today, darling!” some granny said to you from her garden and you just waved in reply with a huge grin plastered on your face.

After spending last years of your youth more or less alone, you couldn’t even phantom the thought of people your age living with you for the eternity of one summer.

You could never complain about a life you had here, it was all you ever wanted, but the connection with the people of the similar age to you was really lacking sometimes.

And the absolute joy that was washing over you right now was the witness.

You slowed your pace after some time, pretty soon being followed by jogging Diego, beads of sweat rolling down his muscular hands.

Your gaze lingered for a second longer than necessary and you quickly tore it away from him, a slight blush creeping on your cheeks as you now looked straight ahead of you at the road.

“I’m not the best runner, but also not the worst, hun,” he said between the breaths as you continued your ride/walk and you just smiled.

“Pretty decent, I’d say,” you finally stopped at the market’s “parking lot” where there were two spaces for cars and at least a dozen of handles for bikes.

You put yours into one of them, not even bothering to lock it. Everyone knows each other here and everyone knows you.

A young person in the village mostly consisted of people in retirement.

“Alright, what do we have here,” said Diego as he followed you into the store that reminded him of something out of the 70s, really old school design and brands that he never heard of before.

“Everything is mostly homemade here,” you answered, making your way towards the fridge with cold drinks, opening it and throwing him a cola can, “except these bad boys.”

“Hell yeah,” he smirked and then looked around, but his gaze kind of kept wandering back at you, while you were too busy picking the right type and amount of groceries.

Why would you live here all by your lonesome?

“So..” you finally heard him say, as you checked out and we’re both putting the groceries into the deep basket on your bike, “you seem pretty chill with us being.. abnormal.”

You briefly looked up at him when your fingers accidentally touched between the cans of soda and glasses of milk and then your hand moved the other way, eyes too.

“Well.. who’s to say what’s normal and what’s not in this world, honestly?” you jumped on your seat when you were done with loading and started your ride back.

“I know,” he agreed, jogging way less intensely now as your pace appeared much slower, “but seven siblings all having some weird shit powers is... kind of crazy, don’t you think?”

That made you nod, “Yes, of course. But still, I’m not too baffled about this. What are the odds that a village person like me would even get into a situation like this?” you asked rhetorically, gaze fixed on the rocky-sandy road ahead, “You should accept life as it is! Confusion and denial are a waste of time,” you concluded and extended your left hand as you were driving past an apple tree and managed to rip two fruits at the same time, offering one to Diego - all while still riding a bike.

“I have my superpowers too,” you laughed a little and winked at him, making him flustered as he tried to hide it by biting into his apple.

.

.

“What do we have here?” Klaus welcomed both of you at the entrance to the summer house, topless and in a skirt.

“We just bought some groceries since we’re capable of eating the whole fridge out in a day,” Diego deadpanned as he - despite your protests - unloaded your bike storage and went into the house to put the bags there, his arms showing extra muscle that’s normally hidden when his body is relaxed.

Your stare lingered for longer than necessary and Klaus *definitely* picked upon that.

“Darling, if you want to get Diego, be a bit more straightforward with him. He’s a dum-dum,” with the last word he knocked on his own head with a finger and rolled his eyes, giggling playfully afterwards and smacking you on the shoulder.

You defensively did the same, blushing and looking anywhere but at Diego nor Klaus.

Hmmmm, such interesting trees you’re having at your own garden all of the sudden.

“But hey, we’ve all decided that before we start training for the inevitable doom of us all, we would take a break for at least a few days and just go to the beach. When we were coming up we noticed the sea behind all the forests, like.. four kilometres from here?” he looked at you with question, “Have you ever been to the beaches there? Could you guide us?”

You gave it thought only for a brief second and then nodded with a confident smile.

“Sure! I haven’t been there in a year or two but the beaches are still the same, I bet,” you answered and put your hands on hips in a cool posture.

“Thank god!” he impulsively hugged you and let go that instant, “otherwise Five said he wouldn’t let you go with us,” he pouted and then sighed, making his way towards their rusty turquoise-ish car.

You followed him, his words piquing your interest.

“Why does he hate me so much? And why is his name Five?” you narrowed your eyes, plopping yourself on the front seat and sat sideways so you could look at Klaus while talking to him.

“Well, darling...” he started, animatedly throwing his arms in the air, “Five was always a strict man, especially after he came from the future, where he spent like billion years and now he’s 50 year old and always shoves this fact into our young baby faces,” he clearly complained and with annoyed expression continued, “and he’s Five because my name is “officially” Four, but Five was the only one of us who disappeared from the house before our dad even bothered to give us names instead of numbers,” he finished but then remembered and continued, “Actually, it was our AI robotic mom Grace who gave us names,” now he was finished, from somewhere materialising a bottle in his hand and taking a sip from it.

“Anyways, beach trip, babeyyyy!”

“Huh..” you just blinked a few times at him as you heard a hoard of different voices going your way.

You wanted to get out of the car to let them sit however they wanted - you were the odd one out after all - but then they all hoarded in there so quickly that you couldn’t even react, being left in the front seat.

Driver’s seat next to you was empty for now.

As you looked back, Klaus was sitting right behind you, next to him Vanya and on the other side Diego, looking out the window.

Behind them was supposed to be a storage area but they apparently turned it into some diy seats as well, Luther and Allison sitting there, not minding the small space.

Soon the blue sort-of-teleport appeared next to you at the driver’s place and Five briefly threw his gaze at you, swiftly starting the car.

The whole inside of the vehicle roared and you were on your way towards the beach, with you as a main gps they had.

Lovely taglist: @radcloudenthusiast @spacenerdpascal @white-wolf-buckaroo @a-girl-who-loves-disney  @undead--ghost​

NEXT PART→

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

Wild Night - Eren x Reader

A/n: Since it’s Eren’s birthday today, what better way to celebrate it than with some smut ;) 5k + words later and this masterpiece was born lmao enjoy the filth! Fic is in first person, reader’s p.o.v! Dom Eren as well!

��(Y/n)!”

The voice of Sasha calling out my name snapped me out of my thoughts as I was doodling some random drawing on my paper. I knew that with the tone of her voice, she had some random idea she was going to throw at me that she wanted me to do with her. I stopped drawing and waited to see what it was.

“What are your plans for later?” she asked me.

I looked at the time. “Wallow in my sadness while watching my show, what crazy idea do you want me to do with you now?”

Sasha frowned. “Oh don’t be such a buzzkill! You’re gonna like this one. There’s a party going on tonight and I want you to come with me.”

I knew it. It was another one of her boring parties that she was going to drag me along with and try to set me up with some douchebag. I continued doodling. 

“Nope, not interested.”

“Aw come onnnnn, why not?” I noticed Sasha’s pouty face from my side eye.

“Because this is gonna just be another one of your lame hookups that you’re trying to set me up with. 

“Well... yes but no! I promise you this one will be different!”

Yeah sure , I thought to myself. I decided to turn around to face her.  “Who’s the guy then?

Sasha seemed to have some hope in her eyes. “His name is Eren Jaeger. It’s his birthday today.”

“Jaeger? What is he, a drink?”

Sasha’s mouth dropped wide open. “Oh you cannot be serious, this is no time for games! Just come with me pleaseeeeeee. It’ll be worth it I promise. If not then you’ll never have to go with me to a party again.”

Sasha used those puppy eyes of hers on me hard. I rolled my eyes, deciding that maybe a “fun” night out would be better than my show. I also wanted to see what was so interesting about this Eren guy.

“Fine I’ll go, as long as you get those puppy eyes out of my face”, I said as I laughed and nudged her out of my way. 

~

A few hours went by and me and Sasha arrived at the house. It was his house apparently and the place was packed. I noticed red cups being passed around, the smell of booze filling the air. The music was pretty loud, though not enough to make me bleed out of my eardrums so that was good at least. I noticed a couple of our mutual friends like Jean, Marco and Connie. Connie was as usual making an absolute fool of himself dancing and Jean and Marco were chatting it up though I don’t know how the hell they could even hear each other. Me and Sasha were passed cups by some blonde chick named Annie who I recognized was a girl from our school. I was surprised she was even here since she mostly kept to herself. I drank some of my cup, the alcohol stinging my throat a bit but it was enough to handle. I looked around to see if I recognized anyone else while I almost spit my drink out as my eyes landed on some guy. Sasha noticed me almost choked on my drink and she leaned in close to speak into my ear.

“Hey you okay??”

“Who the fuck is that?” I asked her, tilting my head up to point in front of me. That’s when she had the biggest smirk on her face and she laughed. “That’s Eren”.

My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him up and down. He had long brown hair that was a little longer than his shoulders and tanned skin. He was tall, shorter than my friend Jean as I remembered but not short either. He wore a long sleeve shirt with jeans as he crossed his arms, drink in his hand while chatting up with someone. I must’ve been staring at him too long cause he suddenly looked to his side and noticed me staring at him and also looked at me up and down. I took notice of his green eyes and I felt my pussy throb on the spot. 

“Oh, I am so fucking that”, I said out loud to her. 

Sasha looked at me surprised. I guess she was thinking that I finally found some guy interesting. 

“You like him?” she asked me. 

“Do I like him? Sasha look at him, he’s hot! You didn’t tell me that.” 

She shook her head. “That’s cause you never wanna listen to me!”

I rolled my eyes at her before turning back to Eren and noticed he was coming this way. My way. 

“Oh fuck, he’s coming this way. What do I do?” I asked, slightly nervous that he already noticed me that fast. A girl could still feel nervous right?

“Talk to him”, Sasha said as she started to walk away, giggling. 

“Sasha, get back he-” I was going to yell out to her but got cut off as I had Eren standing in front of me. I took in a deep breath as he got close to my ear to speak.

“I’ve never seen you around here, What’s your name?”

What’s my name? Oh you’re gonna know my name when I - 

“(Y/n). I’m Sasha’s friend.” 

He took a step back and looked over to where Sasha was standing, no more like dancing her ass off already with Connie. The girl was already acting a fool. He looked back down at me, taking notice of my figure with a smirk on his face. I took more notice of his features like his facial hair, his lips and his collar bones that poked out of his shirt. Oh how badly did I want to suck on that. He got close to my ear again and placed his hand on my shoulder. 

“Well you enjoy yourself at the party then”.

I felt my body tense up a bit at his hand, not expecting to be on my shoulder already but I still didn’t mind. “Yeah I will and happy birthday”.

“Thanks” he replied before walking away to talk to someone else. 

~

The party was pretty good, much to my surprise. The music wasn’t crappy, the alcohol wasn’t bad and everyone pretty much danced or chatted around. They kept the party lively which is what I liked because if it didn’t fit my standards I would hold Sasha to her word about never going with her to a party again. I danced with Sasha at one point, though she was already drunk out of her mind while I was only tipsy. Seemed it would be my job to take her drunk ass home so I didn’t want to keep drinking. I noticed Eren from time to time, sneaking occasional glances at me. I didn’t really notice a huge difference in his behavior so either he wasn’t drinking that much or he could handle his alcohol really well. Whatever it was, I realized I had to pee badly so I made my way upstairs to use the bathroom. It was pretty quiet up here in the sense that you didn’t hear the blasted music in your ears and you could actually make conversation up here if you wanted to. Eren’s bathroom was pretty decent, no one had trashed it yet much to my relief. I was done in the bathroom and cleaned up before I left and was going to make my way downstairs when I felt a hand grab me and pull me into a room. Panic was the first response I had in my body but before I could respond, the door closed, my back pressed against the door as a familiar voice whispered in my ear. 

“Don’t worry, it’s me”. It was Eren. 

I sighed in relief, though I was slightly annoyed. “You scared me, you asshole”.

He chuckled against my ear. “Sorry about that. Had to get you in here without anyone seeing us”.

God, his voice… I couldn’t really hear it to the best of my ability downstairs with the loud music but now that we were alone in the room, I could hear his baritone voice, sending shivers down my spine. Having his body pressed against me with his lips lightly touching my cheek only made me ache to feel him more. 

“How’s the party been so far…?” he asked me, pressing light kisses against my cheek as he worked his way down to my neck. I moaned softly in response to his lips pressing against my skin. I tried to think of how to answer his question but I was distracted with what he was doing. 

“G-good..” I replied. He continued kissing my neck before he whispered again. 

“You’ve been looking at me all night. Mind telling me what that’s all about?” 

I was going to answer him this time but he bit down into my neck, causing me to moan again. I grabbed on to his arm, the answer I was going to give him coming out messy. 

“I - could..I could say..the same to you…” I panted out. He was making it pretty difficult to speak. 

He took a step back for a moment and tilted my chin up to look at him, his height adding some intimidation to mine. The look in his eyes was enough to know that he wanted this as badly as I did. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes, like a lion ready to pounce in his prey. Without another second wasted, his lips crashed into mine, a groan escaping his mouth and a moan escaping mines. I parted my mouth as his tongue slipped into mine desperately, to which I did the same in return, feeling the stubble of his facial hair against my lips. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue which made the kiss more intoxicating than it already was. His hand glided all over my body, landing on my ass and giving it a tight squeeze, causing me to moan again. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged it towards me, wanting to feel him closer to me than he already was. I felt a rush of heat between my legs as my pussy already started to get wet for him. He bit on my bottom lip, tugging at it hard before diving back into my mouth once more with his tongue. God, he was such an amazing kisser. 

He pulled back for a moment to not only catch his breath but to remove his shirt and when I saw him shirtless, my mouth literally w a t e r e d. His abs were so toned, his v line now being exposed above the waistband of his jeans. I couldn’t admire it any longer before he lunged at me again, my body pressing hard against the door again as he went for another kiss, his tongue sloppily slipping past my lips. I could hear the music from downstairs playing loudly as background noise which only made it more exciting that I was going to get fucked by this hot guy in a house full of people like the desperate whore that I was. Gotta please the birthday boy right?

~

I felt his bulge press up against me, the friction making me want to grind up against him. I decided that I could do that later and that there would be other ways I could please him. I broke the kiss and started to pull at the belt on his pants as he went for my neck again, sucking harshly on the spot above my collar bone. I moaned loudly, my hands gripping tightly on his belt as he sucked on my sweet spot which I was sure would leave a mark. I tried my best to fumble with his belt before I finally got it off, unzipping his jeans and placed my hand inside to palm his dick outside of his boxers. He groaned again as I applied more pressure to his bulge, my mind going crazy with the idea of how it looked and tasted. No longer being able to control myself, I pushed him off of me, a string of saliva being noticeable as we parted. I got on my knees and took his dick out his pants only to be amazed at how good it looked. He was a bit longer than average with pre cum leaking out of his dick tip. I placed my hand around the base of his cock and licked up the underside of it before I moved my tongue in circles around his slit and head to taste the pre cum. I looked at him while I did so, seeing him take a shuddering breath at my actions. The view from down here was hotter, seeing his loose hair fall down in front of his face, his green eyes slightly widening and his tightly toned abs in full display. I looked back at his dick and gave his head a good few sucks before sliding my mouth further down his length, hallowing my cheeks as I did so. I heard him moan as I felt his hand grab a fist full of my hair into a ponytail to look at him and began to push me further on to his cock. I gagged in response to that but I opened up the back of my throat to make more room for him as he began to thrust into my mouth. I let the base of his dick go to allow myself to move deeper into his mouth and gripped onto his thighs as he continued to fuck my face. His thrust became faster, my gagging louder as his movements continued. His cock tasted so good and I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted more of him, I wanted him to fuck me hard already. I wanted to moan his name loudly so that everyone in the house heard who was making me feel so good. I was running out of air soon and Eren took notice as he yanked my hair back, leaving me gasping for air as he pulled me up, his grip never letting go. He motioned me to the bed and pushed me on it before climbing on top of me for another hard kiss. He pulled back suddenly, taking a look at my shirt. 

“Take this shit off”, he ordered, looking annoyed and pulling at my shirt which made my pussy dripping wet even more. I could tell that he was a dominant man and that I was in for one wild night. I took off my shirt fast, tossing it somewhere in the room before he lifted me up a bit suddenly and unclipped my bra with one hand and ripped it off of me to toss it to the side. Oh, so he’s got experience I thought to myself as my thoughts were cut off when he placed his mouth on my nipple. I arched my back slightly, gripping the sheets and whined as he began sucking on it harshly, his teeth nibbling on it. He fondled my other breast, pinching and playing with my nipple in his hand. He kept looking up at me, wanting to see the reactions he got out of me as I looked down on him. I started to feel uncomfortable in my jeans so I wiggled to try and take them off. Thankfully Eren got the message and let my nipples go and unzipped my jeans, pulling them off, leaving me only in my panties as he took his jeans and boxers off. I was thankful that I wore a sexy pair tonight, having some bit of hope that the guy Sasha was going to hook me up with was worth my time. He went back up to my breast, taking in both of them in his mouth now and leaving dark marks on my chest as I left his dick press up against my pussy. I let out a shuddering breath as I tried to grind my hips against his cock. One thing I noticed about Eren was that he was really good at understanding body language and began to grind his dick against my panties, the friction against my clit sending sensations to my body. I could only imagine how much better it would feel if I was actually getting fucked. I was growing impatient, the feeling of him grinding against me feeling too good. I pushed him off again, only for him to grab my wrist and hold them above my head. The pressure was sure to leave a mark.  

“I didn’t say you could fucking move”, he growled lowly against my ear. Fuckkkk, that was hot. I didn’t want to listen to him but by the tone of his voice, I could tell that I wasn’t going to be able to dom him. 

“Eren, please…” I whined. I couldn’t take it anymore. 

Something in what I said made him stop what he was doing and met up with my face. His eyes stared at me intensely. “Say my name again”.

“Eren..” I breathed out. “Please”.

“Please what?” he asked me, a smirk forming on his lips. He seemed to like me begging. 

With the way I was speaking, I felt like I was so little. I’ve had my fair share of sexual encounters in the past but it was always a quick fuck. Never have I had someone dom me like this, let alone take their time to make me feel good. It was intoxicating. 

“Please fuck me already”. I didn’t care how I sounded. I wanted him so bad. He motioned himself near my ear. “You gotta be patient baby girl, I haven’t even tasted you yet. I know your pussy is dripping wet for me” he replied, sucking on my earlobe. 

“Ahh” I replied, a shuttered breath leaving my lips again. I tried to close my thighs together for some friction against my aching cunt but his knee moved up and separated them. He chuckled lowly, hearing me whine again. “Push me off again and you’re going to be punished”. My eyes closed for a second, taking in a deep breath before opening them again. As much as I liked the sound of being punished, it could either go one of two ways. Either Eren could be more rough with me or he could leave me here and go back to the party with his friends. I didn’t want to test that out and decided to be good just for him.

“Okay… I won’t…”

“Good girl”, he said before kissing my neck, moving to my breast and moving lower to my stomach. I looked at him, his eyes never looking away from mine, taking a mental note that he loved eye contact. He sat up a bit to remove my panties and spread my legs, my throbbing cunt in full display for him. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling shy as he stared at it for a few seconds. 

~

“You’re fucking beautiful”, he said, his breathing becoming heavy at the realization of just how wet I was for him, licking his lips as he did so. He wasted no time in diving into me, his mouth hungrily sucking on my clit as I let out a sharp cry and gripped the sheets. He gripped my thighs to hold me down and to bring me closer to his face as he continued to taste me, his tongue licking up and down my folds before sucking on my clit again. His tongue dived into my core, driving me wild as I kept moaning his name over and over again. I wasn’t so sure if anyone could hear me with the music going on downstairs but I didn’t give a fuck about that right now. 

“You taste so fucking good, fuck”, I heard him say as I felt him place a finger inside of me, which slid in easily. I gasped at the sensation as he fingered me slowly, licking on my folds. Fuck, he’s teasing me, I thought to myself as I grabbed on to his hair to pull him in closer. I felt that stupid smirk against me again as he inserted a second finger and began to pump into me fast. I could hear the sound of how wet I was which only added to horny I was as he curved his fingers upward and began finger fucking me fast against my g- spot.

“Ahh fuckk!!” I cried out, as he placed his hand above my abdomen to increase the pressure. I tried my best to keep my legs still but I couldn’t so he sat up and leaned a bit in towards me so that my legs were around his waist. I looked at him as he looked at me, the pressure in my lower stomach becoming too much as I felt myself about to cum.

“Please don’t stop Eren, I’m gonna -”. He cut me off.

“You gonna cum for me baby girl?” Fuck, keep calling me that please. 

“Y-yesss” I whimpered as he began to be more rough with me, his fingers moving at an unforgiving pace. I felt a rush of heat spread throughout my body and with a few final pumps, I shouted his name over and over again loud, arching my back and came undone around his fingers, my legs shaking as I did so.

He slowly removed his fingers from me and tasted them before moving back down to my pussy and lapping up all the juices that had spilled out of me. My body shivered, still being sensitive from my intense orgasm as he did so. My shaking legs made it a little difficult to do so but he was able to move them away with his strong hands. 

“Look at how much of a mess you are. We haven’t even gotten to the best part”, he said to me, a cocky grin spread across his face. I swallowed as I looked down at his dick, hard and throbbing just for me. I looked back up at him, aching for more as he positioned himself near my entrance. He pumped his dick a few times before rubbing his tip around my pussy softly. 

“Erennnnn, don’t tease me please”. The feeling of his tip rubbing on my clit made me grind up against him again. 

“Beg for it”.

“What?” I asked him.

“You heard me the first time. Beg for it.”

I rolled my eyes at him in frustration before his body shot up against me, his face inches away from mine as he wrapped his fingers around my neck. “Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?” The intensity of his gaze made me know he wasn’t messing around. 

I slightly panicked, thinking I was going to get punished. I cursed at myself, wondering why I was feeling like this. It felt like he had total control over me, like I was his and he could do whatever he wanted to me. I wanted more. 

“I - I’m sorry” I sputtered out, the lack of oxygen from him pressing on my sides making me slightly lightheaded but still felt good. “I just want you so bad.”

The intensity of his eyes softened as he let me go and moved back, getting into position and rubbing the head of his dick on my clit again. “If you want me so bad then beg for it”. 

I had no choice. If I wanted him to wreck me then I needed to do what he said. “I want your cock so bad Eren, just fuck me already… please…please…”

That seemed to please him as I felt him push himself into me, a whimper escaping my lips. I felt full as he continued to push into me slowly, his body leaning over he half way and I gripped his arms and allowed myself to adjust to his size. God, it felt so good. I had been wanting this ever since I saw him earlier and now the moment was finally here. He moved his hips back before diving into me again slowly, gritting against his teeth at the sensation. 

“You’re so tight, when was the last time you got fucked?” he asked me, as he pulled back slowly and dived into me again. 

I got cocky. “It’s been a while since I’ve had somebody fuck me good”, the answer seeming to excite him. I rolled my hips up against him, my body telling him that I was ready as he began speeding up the pace. The pace still wasn’t how I wanted it though, leaving me wondering why the fuck he wanted to be so gentle now. I sat up a bit, taking the chance at grabbing his neck to pull him close. “I’m not fragile Eren, fuck me already”. 

He gave me what I wanted, ramming his dick into me as I cried out. He hooked his arm under my back, lifting me off the bed slightly, angling himself better to hit my g-spot. I cried out again, feeling his dick hit my spot at an unforgiving pace, the sound of slapping skin and my moans and his grunts filling the air. I gripped his arms, my nails digging into his skin and scratching them as he kept fucking me faster and faster. 

“Oh my god, fuck!! Keep fucking me Eren, please, fuck!” 

He kept going though now he lifted me up completely as he leaned the back of his thighs against his calves and I was sitting on him. My legs tightened around his waist, my arms around his neck as he pounded up into me hard, making me shout out his name again. My head tilted back, no longer being able to look at him with the pleasure becoming too much. Had I had known him sooner, I would have been going to his house every night to get fucked. The guy had stamina. 

“Look at you, a desperate slut for my cock. You like it when I’m fucking you like this right?”, he grunted against my ear. 

“Yessss, fuck!” I cried out. 

His dirty talk made me realize how much of a freak he was and I felt my walls clench around his cock. I was close and I knew it. Fuck you for making me finish this fast I said to myself, wanting this to last longer. I held on for as long as I could but his loose hand somehow found its way on my clit as he was rubbing hard against it. I couldn’t hold on anymore and came HARD.

“ERENNN!” I shouted, as I felt him continue thrusting into me sloppily. I then knew he was close. 

“I’m cumming” he grunted and was gonna push me off of him to come elsewhere but I held on to him close and grabbed his hair to look at me. “I want you to fucking cum in me!”. I didn’t care. I was on the pill.

Not having any other choice, he thrusted up into me hard, releasing his warm cum inside me. I felt his cock twitch as the liquid continued pouring into me and then out of me and on to his cock. 

~

Our heavy breaths filled the room, neither of us moving off of each other as we held on to one another in an embrace. Loose strands of hair were sticking to his forehead full of sweat, mine being the same way. I pushed them out of his face to get a better look at him, his gaze meeting mine.

“Wow…. that was the best dick I’ve had in a very long time… shit”. I wasn’t lying when I said that. Remember the shitty hookups Sasha tried to set me up with?

“This is the best dick you’re ever going to get”, he said to me. I could tell he was very confident in his abilities. I liked that. 

“I guess we should clean up now. You know where the bathroom is”, he said to me. 

I gave him a smirk. “I could but… I have something I want to do first”.

He cocked an eyebrow, wondering what I was referring to before I pushed his hair to the side and sucked on his neck hard. He hissed at the sudden feeling but I told myself earlier that I wanted to do this. Not only did I want to do this but I wanted everyone to see his neck marked up, to know that I was there and that he fucked me. I continued sucking until I felt satisfied with the purple mark and gave a soothing lick to coat it. I continued to pepper kisses against his collarbone before softly grinding my teeth against them. I pulled back when I was done. 

“Now you may go”, I said to him. I felt air blow out of his nose as he chuckled lightly and shook his head. He lifted me up with him, not wanting to get cum on his bed as I slid out of him, careful to not let anything drip on to the floor. I gathered my clothes and got dressed, not too worried about looking perfect since I was going to the bathroom right across from his room. He did the same, placing his hair into a bun now. 

“You should give me your number. Maybe we can do this again”, he said to me, his body pressed up against mine and handed me his phone. I smirked at him. 

“Oh we are doing this again. There’s no maybe”, I replied as I grabbed his phone and entered my name and number into it and texted myself so he could have my number. I handed back the phone to him as he placed a sweet kiss against my lips, nothing like the roughness he had earlier. 

“See you, baby girl”, he said as he left the room. I couldn’t wait to get fucked by him again. 

~

Extra:

I walked into the living room, hearing a commotion which ended up being a bunch of high fives being handed to Eren, noticing the mark on his neck. I shook my head and laughed, looking for Sasha who was passed out drunk on the couch. With the help of anyone who was sober, we took her drunk ass to her car and I drove her home. 

~ The Next Day ~

I could hear Sasha groaning in her room, her hangover hitting her hard. I walked in with pills and some water, placing it on her nightstand before she spoke to me.

“I feel like crappppp” she said, placing her hand on her forehead. 

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s because you decided to go crazy last night with Connie and drink your life away”. 

She scoffed. “Yeah and where were you for most of the night, hmm?”

My mind replayed the memories from last night, the feeling of Eren’s lips on my skin and him fucking me hard. I chuckled.

“Well…. I was busy with a certain someone.”

Sasha’s eyes widened at my neck as she shot up from bed before wincing at the pain. “No you did not! You two actually had sex?”

I was surprised with how shocked she was even though she was the one that wanted this to happen in the first place. “Yeah we did.”

“How was it??” she asked me. 

“Fucking amazing. The man is a freak.”

Right at that moment I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and saw Eren’s name pop up on the screen. “Looks like I gotta go.”

“Wait- !” she said to me before wincing at the pain again. I shook my head. “Take those meds and get some sleep. I’ll check up on you later.”

She groaned in frustration but listened to me as I left the room. I opened the text and read it. 

From: Eren

Down to come to my place tonight?

~

I shook my head and chuckled before typing up a response. 

To: Eren

You want me that bad already? Seems like someone misses me. 

~

A minute later I got a text, this time a picture. A dick picture. 

From: Eren

Does this answer your question?

~

My mouth watered again at the picture. I couldn’t get enough of him and I had only met him yesterday. I shot him another text, knowing what would get him riled up. 

To: Eren 

Aw, look who’s begging for me now ;) See you later xo. 

~

From: Eren

Oh fuck off 

~

Looks like I was in for another wild night. 

~

Tagging: @humanitys-hottestsoldier​ @paopufruittt​ @final-fantasy-xv-nut​ @huntersbunker​ @angelanimedesaray​ @mysteriousmagicx​ @erwinsmithh​ 

Masterlist

[myhauntedsalem]

10 Terrifying True Ouija Board Stories

1. Ask Zander

Oh Lord. I was about twelve when a friend and I were playing Ask Zandar (a board game with an electronic wizard that makes sounds and talks) when the batteries died. I tried to find replacements but with no luck.

So my amazing friend says “hey that Ouija board could be fun! Let us play and become possessed by demonic entities for all time”…or something along those lines.

We’re going along and asking questions, pushing the little eye around and having a grand old time. Until I say “if something is there, prove yourself”. THE MOTHERFUCKING NO BATTERY ASK ZANDAR WIZARD SAYS “Dun dun dun, you win!”. I flipped that board, tossed it in the trash, and absolutely refuse to have one in my house again.

2. Obviously Possessed

We were goofing off in a neighbor’s house playing with the Ouija board, and we asked a “demon” to talk to us (shut up, I know.) Five minutes into our “conversation”, the girl next to me vomited then fell off her stool and bashed her head on the counter. We called her mom and she took her to the doctor. She came to school the next day (with a huge knot and bruise on her head) and said the doctor said he didn’t know what caused it but she was fine, although she said she still felt a little funny. It was most likely unrelated, but I haven’t touched a Ouija board since, nor have I hung out with that girl since she is obviously possessed by a demon.

3. Night Time Visitor

The night we played, something came through and was calling me horrible names – I thought it was my friend doing it so I made my younger brother try it with me and it was most def not her, my brother was 7 and didn’t know about those words or how to spell them. I asked it to do something to prove it was real and nothing happened… fast forward to next morning, we were all sitting in the family room, watching TV when our fireplace (which we were not using), literally exploded into flames. We were all freaked out and swore we’d never use the Ouija again but, it didn’t matter, the door was opened.

After that, I had many episodes of sleep paralysis, things in my room would move on their own, something would come in my room and sit on my bed while I slept, I could feel it and see the depression in the bed.

4. The Gun Shot

Yeah. Went to this house that burned down with a whole family inside with 2 of my friends at 1 am. It was a still night, no wind or anything. We were in my truck doing the Ouija and it started to get mean, so we stopped, then it sounded like someone shot a large gun outside the truck window, and it felt like a huge gust of wind blew over us because the truck rocked, and then we all started freaking out. I tried to start the truck, and it wouldn’t go.

Then, we did it again at a friend’s house, one of the 2 people there with me the first time, and we were in the basement. Shit started getting weird again so we went to turn the lights on, and they wouldn’t turn on, and the basement door locked. None of us ever did it again.

I don’t even believe in that kind of stuff, but it was really creepy.

5. KILL!

I’ll never forget. I was 13 and my three friends and I wanted to try the Ouija board. It was the middle of the day, so we went into my friend’s walk-in closet where it was dark and we brought flashlights. We were just playing around. Eventually this “spirit” named Michael came on and we starting talking to it. Of course each of us starts joking that someone is making it move. But the more we started talking to Michael, the more it was apparent that none of us were pushing the navigator around. It was really creepy, but fascinating, too. One of my friends asked the spirit where it was in the present moment. It started to spell C-L-O-S when one friend hit the navigator off the board, started freaking out and screamed, “Closet! He was spelling closet!!” We were spooked, but in a fun way. The friend who freaked out wanted to stop, but we insisted that we keep on talking to Michael as we at least had to say goodbye and close out the session. We got the navigator back on the board and said we were sorry for interrupting him. He was not happy. He said to not do it again. Then for some stupid reason I asked Michael what was he going to do in the closet with us. It started to spell K-I-L and then the same friend threw the navigator off the board again and started screaming, “KILL! He’s going to kill us!!” and ran out of the closet. We all got really freaked out and ran out too. We didn’t close out the session so there was an argument between those of us who felt we needed to go back in and say goodbye so Michael would be sent away, and those of us who refused to ever touch the Ouija board again. We ended up not going back in and I had nightmares about Michael following me around and wanting me dead.

6. Look In The Shower

In seventh grade, my friends and I went over to “Mary’s” house intent on playing with her mom’s Ouija board that night. None of us had played with one before. Mary’s mom was an extremely spiritual person who believed in energies, witchcraft, stuff like that. Before we used the board, Mary warned us that her mom would be really pissed if she found out that we were playing with it because Ouija boards can attract bad spirits into the home. With full knowledge of this, we decided to proceed anyway. This Ouija board was not like the average Ouija board you had ever seen. Along with the usual characteristics (the alphabet, “yes”, “no”, “goodbye”), there was an entire array of symbols and signs that were all arranged in a circle. This was some seriously intricate stuff.

We started just goofing around and “communicating” with random spirits here and there until we finally met one that had us in tears the entire sleepless night. First, we asked the spirit if it was a man or a woman, to which he replied “M-A-N”. Then we asked how he was killed: “M-U-R-D-E-R”. That freaked us out only a little bit but we were mostly excited. All of a sudden, before we even asked another question, the glass goes to the eyeball symbol, then spells out “I-N”, and goes to the water symbol. We didn’t have a clue what that meant. It wasn’t too scary until the spirit spelled out “S-H-O-W-E-R” and my best friend realized that the spirit was trying to get us to look into the shower.

We froze.

I’ve never been so scared in my entire life, especially sitting directly in front of the bathroom with the shower curtain all the way closed, faced in my direction. We all screamed and promised on our friendships that we had not moved it ourselves (very important promise). I felt like I was being watched and my friends thought so too. It was only 4 of us and I believe with all my heart that none of them had moved it because we were all too nervous to do anything.

I’ll never use a Ouija board again because of how crazy and intense that night was. I understand that people say Ouija boards are controlled by your subconscious but f**k that. I know I felt something in that room with us. I know it was dangerous.

7. Get The Boy!

My friend had mentioned that she had one, so I asked her to pull the board out so I could check it out. At first she said no, but then agreed to do it as long as she didn’t have to participate. After she had the board set up I asked “Is there anyone in here”…. Nothing. So, being a dumb teenager I said “If anything is in here and not talking, you’re a coward”. The board was put away after that.

Fast forward about a week later and have me sleeping upstairs on my couch. I wake up on a stereotypical “Stormy Night”. Thunder and lightning, wind and rain..the works. I look around to see why I woke up and couldn’t see a thing, and decide to try and fall back asleep. After laying there for about 30s I hear from downstairs “Get the boy” in a very raspy, wispy voice. I open my eyes and listen… Nothing. Start to go back to sleep…”GET THE BOY”, it was MUCH louder this time. Then my downstairs door SLAMS shut. I freak the F*ck out because nobody slept down there and we had no drafts.

Nothing really happened after that… I learned my lesson.

8. Are You For Real?

A lady I worked with brought one in to play around with one day. We messed with it and didn’t really think it was doing anything weird or moving on its own. So my coworker goes to lunch and leaves me all alone at the store. I didn’t have any customers so I went to the back where the board was. I put just my index finger on it very lightly and said, “are you for real?” That thing moved straight up to yes on its own! I ran out of the back room freaking out. Never touched one since.

9. Answers

A few friends and I mucked around with ouija boards a lot as teenagers. It had always been harmless fun. One night we were “speaking” with a young boy called Niall who had told us he had been murdered by his father. We “spoke” with him for a while and then got bored of the conversation, “left”, and eventually tried again. We started to speak with someone we assumed was an elderly lady, when actually it turned out it was Niall again. Someone must have asked “what do you want?” because the ouija pointer spelt out “Satisfy my requests” and then continuously spelt “answers” over and over again until we freaked out and just abandoned everything: the board, the house, the street.

I have never touched a Ouija board since. Early last year, a few of us got together again (having all gone our separate ways since high school) and we brought that night up – and everyone swore again that they hadn’t moved anything on purpose that night. Of course, someone could still be lying, or we could have inadvertently been moving the pointer without realizing, but just remembering the force of the pointer moving so rapidly – and what it spelt out – freaked me out enough not to want to mess with it again… just in case.

10. The Eagle

One of my best experiences involved talking with a spirit of air, which happened back when I believed only in the mental aspect of magic, and thought that the ‘spirits’ I was talking to were were just parts of my psyche. To test this I asked the spirit to show some kind of sign of its existence, which I did not expect to manifest. When I asked this a huge eagle (birds being part of an air spirit’s domain) landed right outside my window, stared at me, like, really stared into my eyes, looked down at the board and flew away. Maybe it was coincidence, but I closed down the communication, did a Rose Cross Banishing ritual and noped the fuck away from magic for a while. Good Times.

[savoies]

matty tkachuk admitting he has feelings for you and y’all have been friends since you were kids -mitch-slap

word count : (914) this could be a full blown imagine. 😂

you and matthew have known eachother since you could remember. you were always by each other's side. through the good and the ugly. through heartbreaks, first steps that of course both of you can't remember, and graduating high school and going to college or in matt's case the nhl. now matt was in the nhl and you were a college student. since quarantine happened both of you have been quarantined at the tkachuk household . well let's just say that it was an interesting quarantine so far. you mostly hung out with Taryn since Matt was mostly doing some type of active activity with his brother and you weren't really a fan of that. 

now you were in her room just gossiping about boys and sometimes her brother would come up. “oh gosh y/n remember when you used to have a crush on my brother in 10th grade.” taryn laughed uncontrollably.

“when, no I didn't.” you said trying to ignore since as a matter of fact you did have a huge crush on the oldest tkachuk brother, throwing a pillow at her to make her be quiet.

“you always came in my room and gushed about him, oh matthew did this oh matthew did that.” she said badly, intimidating 10th grade you.

“shut up, he might hear you.” you said pushing her farther onto the bed.

“so you're saying it's not a lie?,  oh gosh do you still have a crush on him?’ she said looking for any type of reaction out of you. matt was cute but you thought that after all this time maybe it was just a dumb crush so you tried letting it go.

“y/n and matty sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-...” 

Oh shut up taryn, I'm leaving.” you said getting up from the floor not wanting to be part of this conversation anymore. 

“ oo are you going to go with matt.” she said looking at you with a shit eating grin.

“yes I am since you don't appreciate my company.” you told her, sticking your tongue out at her. sometimes you guys behaved like little kids but that was the fun part about being at the tkachuk household, no moment was ever too serious. when you walked into the living room matthew was on the coach but brady was nowhere in sight.

“hey y/n, what are you up too.'' matt asked you as he saw you come downstairs. 

“i was with your sister but she was annoying so i decided to come downstairs to see what you guys were up to.” 

“brady and i were playing basketball but he gave up cause i was winning.'' matt said with a cocky smirk.

“don’t get to cocky matty.”

you sat down next to him on the couch and started watching whatever was on the tv. by the end of the movie on the tv both of you were cuddled up into each other's arm and didn't even notice until brady walked in for a glass of water and made noises in the kitchen acknowledging that he was there. Both of you separate quicky, a slight blush appearing on both of your guys cheeks.

you were about to head upstairs to see if taryn had calmed down but then matt grabbed your wrist.

“hey can we talk?’ he said nervously rubbing his arm.

what was this about you thought. maybe he had started talking to a girl, you always told each other about new relationships. so you sat back down and let him do the talking.

“uhm ok i'm not sure what to say or where to even start.”you grabbed his hand for reassurance but to be honest that just made matthew more nervous.

“matty are you breaking up our best friend pact?” you joked trying to lighten up the mood.

matt chucked at your attempts to lighten up the mood. “so uhm well remember that girl i i went out with back in our senior year?”

you remembered her. you didn't really like her. kind of jealous of her if you had to admit it. “yeah why, are you back together with her.”

“oh gosh no, i didn't like her very much, actually i went out with her to make you jealous but you never caught on.”

you were sort of shocked how he could he like you , your best friend of more than 15 years, he liked you back. now you weren't the best talker when it come to confrontation and it was kind of shocking to process so you stayed quiet for a while longer than matthew would’ve liked.

“y/n please talk to me” matt said worried feeling as though he might have just ruined the best thing he had, your friendship. instead of saying anything you pulled his face in close and did a short but sweet kiss giving matt the answer he needed, that you felt the same way.

what caused you to pull away was the sound of taryn squealing heard behind  you. “my ship has sailed, she said holding her hand over her heart you just giggled at the attitude of your best friend's sister, gosh did she annoy you sometimes but you loved her. “so i'm guessing this didn't ruin our friendship” matt asked a bit later.

“i think we are more than friends now.” you said not really looking at him but when you said it you smiled like crazy. more than friends. matt liked the sound of that.

hope you like it. this one really has to be one of my favorites. (: it's longer than i expected it to be, oop sorry.

[askforimagineoroneshot]

Free time before tour - Part 3 (Chris Motionless x Reader)

So here is another part for Free time before tour guys. I love writing these. Also I am almost done with my semester, just one more exam. I am gonna be more active and requests are open again! So send me something to write. Other bands, movies or whatever.

Let me know what you guys think about this. Love ya!!

Gifs are not mine. Imagine is!!

MASTERLIST

PART 1                              PART 2

Reader's point of view

Another day before me. Well, us like a band. There is so much to do. And I feel like I have slept two hours. Maybe I just need my coffee. Or it can be my bad mood. Who knows. Maybe if Sharon didn't stopped my and Chris in the morning I would feel better.

But that is just theory.

Right now we are getting our things to cars. We will be leaving in twenty minutes for an interview. We need to do so many things before the tour. It is exiting and hard at the same time but I am enjoying every minute.  

I am helping people to get stuff done. We can't forget anything here. Our day is planed with every step we take. There is no time for errors. We just have simply too much to do. I look around me and see people running and collecting things we are going to need.

I see Vinny by the other car playing with his phone. I see our managers all over the place with bags filled with stuff. I go back to the house. I need my phone and stuff before we go.

“Have you seen my charger?” I hear by the stairs Josh. I smile for myself. He is always looking for his things.

“No, but I am taking mine. You can use it during the day.” I tell him and give him mine. “Have you seen Chris?” I ask.

“Just walked past him upstairs.” he says to me while he walks past my with my charger. I nod and go where he told me. I look in the rooms that belong to other members of the band. There is mess in most of them. I can't find Chris until I walk into ours room. I walk on him changing.

I don't say nothing. He doesn't know I am here. He is having his back facing me. He has black jeans on and is looking for some shirt. I walk slowly behind him so he has no chance to hear me. When I get close enough I get my arms around him, I hug him.

“Just when I was thinking about where did you go.” I can hear in his voice a smile. I close my eyes and relax. His body is worm. His fingers runs along my arms. They are so much bigger than mine. It is almost funny.

“Come here.” he tells me and pulls me to him. Making me go around him. I don't have any makeup on my face jet so I don't mind him hugging me and kissing me on my face. “You smell amazing.” he hides his face in my neck.

“Well, thank you. But I came here looking for you so we can actually go already.” I laugh.

“What is that smell? Hmm.” like he didn't hear me he keeps digging his nose closer to my ear. That is where is my spot. And he knows it. That is why is he doing it.

“Chris,” I want to continue but I am cut off my breath because Chris kissed me. “No, stop.” I tried it again. “We have to go. I mean it.” I use my hands to push him of me. And it works. I can tell he is arguing in his head about this.

I look him in his eyes. I don't take a step from him. “You know I would love to let you do anything to me. But we just simply don't have a time now.” I kiss him lips. And I feel his long slim fingers in my Y/H/C hair while he pulls them. I moan and he pushes his tongue in my mouth. I need to push him of me again so we can get moving.

“I really mean it.” Now I take that step back from him.

“I don't know how I am supposed to feel about this, hmm.” His eyes runs along my body. There is a smile on his lips.

“About what?” I smile to even I know exactly what he is talking about. I watch him get his tattoed fingers on my shit.

“That there is another man's name on your shirt.” he tells me.

“What I like Slipknot. What can I say.” I walk past him to tease him like he does it to me.

“And I don't even let you take it off.” I laugh at him when I get to the door of the room.

“You don't have anything to say in this.” He tells me. And I know it is true. I have to turn around so I don't ruin my underwear.

“I will wait downstairs.” I tell him and let him behind me.

I go to kitchen to get myself a coffee. There is a coffee maker here. I get myself one I will drink before we go and then another one is cup to take with me.

“Okey, everyone, let's go.” I hear Sharon somewhere in the house. And my mood is gone when I remember what type of morning I could had. I drink my coffee and put the cup back on the table. I don't have time to clean it. I take my cup and go to the car where I meet with others and Chris.

“Come on, we are waiting on you.” he jokes around and gets in car after me.

Time skip - after first day of shoot

Chris' point of view

It is evening. The sun is down but the sky still has colour in it. Our car stopped in front of building where we are staying. I get out of the car and I feel pain in my legs. From how long I was standing up today but mostly from how long I was sitting in the car. I am a tall person. What can I say.

“Here we go, guys.” Josh, our manager, started. “We are done for today. Get rest, eat and take shower!” he yelled.

“We are not children!” Vinny yelled back at him.

“You shouldn't supposed to be anymore. But sometimes I am not really sure.”

Everyone was laughing. It was a great moments like this. This just proved we are like family. Especially when some of us are not having any other family that the people present here. It means a lot to me. We worked really hard to build this, to build our world.

“Jesus.” I hear behind me. So I turn and I see Sharon having trouble walking in her heels.

I turn again to look in the car. What I am looking for i Y/N but she is not there anymore. People, not just members of our band, are walking around. Carrying bags inside the house. There are carrying guitars and other stuff.

I look around the whole place looking for my girl and then I found her. She was getting her personal stuff. I walk over. When I get to her I take her bag from her.

“I can take that myself, Chris.” she is smiling at me. I only smile at her back and we go inside.

It is quiet in here. I watch Y/N walk in front of me to get herself glass of water. I put her bag on the counter and I walk to her and hug her. It is not anything sexual or nothing. I just love touching her. I kiss her hair.

She turns around in my arms. Her huge Y/E/C eyes were looking at me. She is so beautiful and I don't mean her make-up.

“I need to wash my hair and then we can order pizza with boys.” she told me.

“Sure.” I kiss her lightly on her lips. I smile into the kiss. My hand goes to her hair. It was not a much that we were doing here. At least that is what me or ma band would have said. But then someone in here have an issue with us.

“Everytime I see you two guys you are doing something like this.” I hear Sharon somewhere in the room.

Y/N looks at her. She is angry. I am getting angry at Sharon two. She is here to find out if she fits with us or not. She is not supposed to do things like this. She is supposed to respectful. I am not sure she will go with us on tour. And If she will somehow make it with us on tour I am not sure if she will be with us till the end.

“I am gonna take a shower.” Y/N said and went up stairs. I stayed at my spot. Just looking at Sharon. I didn't said anything even when Sharon looked like she wanted to hear something. I just get ma phone and went outside.

Reader's point of view

Shower was so hot but I loved it. My skin was turning red but I didn't care at all. I get out of the shower just because I knew other people wanted to shower too. I forgot to take my clothes with me so I went out of the bathroom in towel. But it is not something I didn't do in front of the band before. On my way to my and Chris' room I meet Sharon.

“Is it normal for you to walk naked around boys when your boyfriend is not here?” she asked me. I didn't look at her but I could hear how annoyed with me she was.

I just walked past her. I no longer care about her. I just need to make sure she does not go with us on tour. Why? Because I would go crazy.

I got to my room and I got surprised for a moment. Chris wasn't here. Is he down stairs? Or did he leave for some reason. Sharon said he is not here. Well, maybe she was just bullshiting me.

I put some clothes on. My hair is wet but I don't care. I brush it and leave it like that. I am looking for Chris. I don't find him upstairs so I go down. When I get to door I see him get out of his car with a smile on his face.

“Where did you go?” I ask him.

“That will be surprise.” he smiles at me.

I have a question, I have a plan how to end this. Do you want a smutty one. Because I had that plan. :D Let me know. Also I am working on others imagines. Be patient. Love ya.

[barbarasbae]

Even in Hawkins

Part one 

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (for now)                                                            Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader mentioned

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Omegaverse things (read:lots of smut), peeping tom-ing, voyerism, underage drinking, underage alcoholism mentioned, masturbation (male), 18+ 

Be cautious young readers

AU Note: in my omegaverse for this series, omegas get heats instead of periods no matter if they are male or female and because of this they come with the same variety. Some heats might be heavier or lighter, some people get them once a month, every three months or even only a few times a year. Male omegas heats are usually much less frequent than their female counterparts and also have more difficulty becoming pregnant. It is almost impossible for an omega to get another omega pregnant

Omegaverse Series!! I’m excited 

original photo posted by @stevebyers  (this photo was a huge inspiration for this series. very soft) 

Steve was a little fragile to say the least. His girlfriend had left him for another beta, his college essay was a disaster and Steve had even fought monsters that he still had nightmares about over a year later. Then this ass of an alpha rolls into town and beats the shit out of him. But of all those crappy things, at least he had Y/n. She was another omega that Steve had gotten close with and was one of the only omegas who hadn’t thrown herself at every alpha that was in Hawkins. She invited him to go shopping with her, a new omega owned store opening in the mall about forty minutes from Hawkins. He said sure, because on the days the kids weren’t getting him into crazy situations and with the lack of a girlfriend to follow around, Steve didn’t have much going on. 

The store was mostly clothes, but there was also a variety of other omega-centric products. 

There were scent enhancers and suppressants, ‘boyfriend scents’, whatever the hell that meant. Steve later found out it was just a generic alpha scent in a perfume bottle. There was also slick proof clothes, mostly of the underwear and lingerie kind for heats. Steve got some slick proof boxers,  sick of throwing away so many pairs of boxers every few months. “You would look cute in this.” It was a crop top. “I don’t think so.” He said, blushing. “Okay.” She shrugged, putting it back. They both left with a decent amount of clothes in their bags, Steve buying a sweater they were both practically drooling over it was so soft. “Do you mind if we go in here for a sec?” She shrugged, the two walking into the Radio Shack and were met with an overwhelming scent of alpha. “Here, give me your bag.” Y/n told steve, knowing that male omegas were more likely to be harrassed. He slipped his free hand into hers, pretending to be an alpha. Thankfully, it worked, their stop uneventful, with maybe the exception of the typical ogling they received. “Are we going to that party on Friday?” He asked as he opened the door (you become fairly close with someone when they’re the only friend you have that knows what it’s like to have the same secondary gender as you).   

“Sure. I don’t have a test on Monday for once. How’d you do on that test on Wednesday?”

“Not good, but better.” 

“Steve, I really think you should get a tutor. Help your mind refocus.” She had been there last year when all the crazy shit started to go down, even more than Steve had. He pouted, her nudging him with a smile. They got to his car, Steve drumming his fingers on his thighs before looking over to Y/n, whose eyes were on his lips. The kisses were feverish; needy. She held his waist, his hands tangled in her hair as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He pulled away, panting, her palming his bulge through his pants. He rocked up against her palm, lips on hers yet again when a blue Camaro pulled into the spot next to them. He gasped, pushing her off of him and turning his car on. She was a little hurt at the sudden rejection. “Steve?” She asked softly, confused. He backed out of his parking spot way too fast, tearing out of the parking lot. As he whipped into the main drag, she felt panic rise in her chest. “Steve slow down. Slow down!” She shrieked, Steve slamming on the brakes as the light turned red. He was breathing hard. “Steve, Honey, are you okay?” She asked softly, reaching over and grabbing his wrist, rubbing gentle circles on the scent glands there. She saw the tears in his eyes. “Was that him? The alpha that beat you up?” He nodded tightly, whimpering. “Oh sweetheart.” She cooed soothingly, Steve driving towards her house now at a much more normal speed. She held his hand as he drove, rubbing his knuckles gently. He parked, Y/n leaning over and hugging him. He sniffled, no longer crying. “I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” 

“Okay. Bye.” 

Steve spent the day babysitting and worrying about his grades, his basketball coach taking him to the side and telling him he wouldn’t be allowed to stay on the team if his grades got any lower. Max and Lucas were fighting again and Steve couldn’t even keep track of what they were fighting about anymore. Needless to say, he could use a drink. He pulled up to the house of one of the guys on the football team, seeing Y/n standing with a few of her other friends. Despite it being winter, Y/n was wearing a dress. Steve came up to her from behind chirping a greeting. “Hey, Steve!” She cheered, happy he was finally here. “Wanna go dance and get wasted?” 

“You know I do!” She teased, the two unfortunately developing a bit of a drinking habit after dealing with the upside-down a second time in a year. Steve found the punch that was more like alcohol with a little juice in it and handed her a cup, both downing two refills before moving to join the dancing bodies. Y/n and Steve were giggly, more bouncing than really dancing for a good hour until a slower song came on. They swayed together, her fingers hooked into one of his belt loops, not wanting to lose him. He settled his hands on her waist pulling her closer, their chests almost touching. “Wanna get another drink?” He asked softly, brushing the tip of his nose along the bridge of hers. She nodded, Steve leading her back over to the kitchen, the pair grabbing beers instead of spiked punch this time. “You’re eyes are so pretty, Steve.” Y/n complimented as they wandered back into the tightly packed drunk teenage dancers. “Thanks.” He was blushing. Steve let out a breath of relief as a faster paced song suddenly roared into the room, his thoughts having wandered to Nancy and wondering why she didn’t love him. He looked down at the other omega, her back to his chest. “You wanna go upstairs?” She asked, tilting her head up to look at him. He nodded, the two giggling and stumbling up the stairs, poking around until they found an empty bedroom, too drunk to remember to fully shut the door as they started to pull on clothes, desperate kisses burning into their skin. 

Billy was bored. Hawkins was cold and it barely had twenty omegas his age. In California, not only was he used to a multitude of omega classmates to choose from, there was also plenty of tourists to help him get his fill. In Hawkins, there were so few omegas that he had hit on someone’s mom on accident. Ugh.Pushing the thought aside, Billy took another sip of his drink. He was feeling a little buzzed, having found the rum someone had used to spike the punch. He wasn’t really into the beta that was hanging off of him, chattering his ear off. Her intention to get him into bed was very clear, her neckline getting lower every few moments. He decided he’d had enough, pulling away from her and going to look for a bathroom or something, wanting to jack off so he didn’t give into her once he was drunk (he had a feeling he’d be getting calls about why he didn’t call her back or why he didn’t stay after he had slept with her). The bathroom downstairs was occupied by a petite beta girl puking her guts out, unable to handle her alcohol, her boyfriend (he assumed) attempting to help her. He stomped up the stairs, a smell hitting his nose that was too enticing to not look for the source. He followed it to a bedroom in the back of the hall, the door not shut. He pushed it opened a little more, giving him a full view of something he wasn’t expecting. 

Now back home, it was still pretty rare but Billy was floored that a place like Hawkins would have an exclusively omega couple. The male was pretty, long limbs and brown hair. His cheeks were dusted pink, letting out a moan that went straight to Billy’s knot. Billy couldn’t really place what was familiar about him in the moment, and he didn’t care to. The female omega was straddling his hips, riding him. She was adorable even if he could mostly only see her back, her moans absolutely disastrous. He saw the clothes they abandoned on the floor, the male omega twisting a finger into the fabric of female’s panties that had simply been pushed aside for him to enter her. Billy palmed himself, her grabbing the other omegas hand, interlocking their fingers with a soft whine. Billy took a step back and looked around the hall. No one was there and he could bet if someone came up the stairs they’d be too drunk to care about what he was doing. He peered a little farther into the room, pulling himself out of his jeans, rubbing his thumb harshly over his tip as he heard a groan come from the male omega. 

He used his precum as lube and slowly pumped his fist over his length, hearing a feminine ‘oh fuck’. Her hips rocked a little faster, long fingers of the male omega gripping her hips as he tried to give her some guidance. Billy wondered if she only rode omegas like that or if she would be just as enthusiastic with an alpha. “Shit.” He whispered, hips bucking to meet his fist, a coil of pleasure sitting in his pelvis, getting tighter, his hand getting faster. He braced himself on the door frame, trying not to knock into the open door and give himself away. “Cum in me!” She pleaded, the male’s hips lifting to meet hers. “S-Steve!” Oh Fuck. Billy’s hand stopped, forcing his eyes to concentrate harder at what was happening in front of him. Definitely Harrington. Her head tilted back a little, her hands on Steve’s chest now. He pulled her on top of his chest, more pumping into her than her riding him, Billy dangerously moving into the room a little more to see their faces. She slipped a hand in between them, finding her clit, forehead dropping onto Steve’s shoulder. Billy noted that Steve was loud, even if he wasn’t verbal. Lots of grunts and moans fell from the brunet’s lips. She nudged at Steve’s scent glands that were on his neck, Billy not able to tell what she did but it made Steve squeak. Cute. 

Steve was getting sloppy, unable to pick a pace. He reached up and grabbed at her neck, rubbing on her scent glands, getting a mewl out of her that made Billy bite back a groan. Then Steve moved her head, Billy seeing him ‘mark’ her (mocking an alpha’s claim mark), the girl coming. “Steve!” She gasped, bucking against the pale brunet’s hips. Billy’s pumped harshly over himself, praying the growl that bubbling up in his throat wouldn’t give him away. He hissed softly, tugging a little too harsh on accident. He squeezed his eyes shut and mini prayer running through his mind not to cum yet. “Fuck, Y/n.” Steve groaned rather loudly, gripping her thighs harshly and coming. Billy dropped his cock like he’d burned his hand, his hips having jolted forward, about to cum. He watched long enough to see the two omegas rub noses and pulled the door shut as quietly as he could. He then shoved himself in his jeans and ran to the nearest bathroom, slamming it shut behind him. He pumped over himself furiously, abs flexing as he finally came in the open toilet, Billy letting out an unashamed growl. Panting, he flushed and tucked himself back into his jeans. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, skin pink all the way down to his chest. From getting to watch two omegas (one of which was Steve fucking Harrington) sleep together. “Fuck.” 

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Please send me an ask or dm if you would like to be tagged in this series/be added to a permanent tag list:

@harrysstyleseyes

[netflixmomma516]

Study Partner | Lip Gallagher Imagine

If you want a Part 2 to this let me know!

I'm just trying to study for one of the biggest History tests of the year.

I'm losing myself in the dates of World War 2 when I feel my phone vibrate next to me on the bed. I quickly pick it up to see it's one of my best friends older brother; Lip.

I look at my phone super confused on why Lip was texting me. Don’t get me wrong mostly all of Debbie's family are my friends too. But I always feel like the annoying little sister to most of them.

Lip; Hey, just wanted to check in and say hi. What are you doing? I got butterflies looking at the text from Lip. I've always considered Lip the hot one of the group.

We've always been Lip and YN, harmlessly flirting and making fun of each other, but I know it will never be more, at least not until I'm legal.

I shake off the butterflies, knowing he's off limits. Me; Just studying for this huge history test I have coming up this week.

Lip: Are you home alone? If you need help studying I would be happy to lend my help. I keep having to shake off the butterflies that keep wanting to burst in my tummy.

Me; Yeah sure could always use someone who's been through the time period.

Lip; Haha, you're so funny YN, be there in like 15 minutes. 

I smile to myself.

I keep my leggings and sweatshirt on but quickly run a brush through my hair.

Why the hell am I so nervous? This isn't the first time I've hung out with Lip alone.

I bring my study materials downstairs to the living room when I see him pull up. He hops out and I see his golden skin and his brown hair glisten in the Chicago sunshine.

I smile as I let him in. "About time you got here." He just smiles and embraces me in a hug.

"You have no idea how bad I missed your mouth." I get a tingling feeling where I shouldn’t. I roll my eyes to mask my true feelings.

"Come on I'm trying to memorize this one date and I need help with a way to remember it."

I pull him into the living room. He sits down next to me, a little too close but I don’t mind at all.

I'm trying to focus on studying but with him so close that I can feel the heat radiating off his body it's hard to focus on anything but how warm he could make me.

I gulped trying to get myself to focus, "I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." I excuse myself and lock myself in the hall bathroom. The wetness almost dripping down my leg.

I try to get myself to focus, knowing this cant happen.

I finally regain composer and walk back into the living room. "You okay?" Lip asks with a smile.

Perfect pearly white smile.

"Yeah," but I just happen to look down from his face to the book on his legs and see his shorts with a slight tent, "are you okay?" I look back from his face to his shorts. "Oh…" he trails off. "Yeah," the wetness pooling even more than before. "YN, I can't help it..." He pushes the book off his lap as he stands up and towers over me. "You do this to me." His hands rest on my hips. My heart on the verge of beating out of my chest. "You should feel me right now," I whisper. He moves one hand from my hip and slips into the hem of my leggings and rubs circles causing my head to fall to his chest and moan with pleasure.

"Damn YN, you are so wet for me." He kisses my forehead. I keep moaning into his t-shirt. "Lip, let's take this upstairs." I bite my lip trying to be sexy. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that to me." I blush as I pull him up the stairs to my room.

He lays me on the bed and quickly sheds my leggings off. I sit up and pull down his shorts and boxers releasing his member. "YN.." he moans as I put my pink lips around him.

After about an hour we are laying next to each other on my bed a heaving breathless mess. He looks over at me and smiles and kisses my forehead. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that." I couldn’t help but kiss his lips, "me either." My heart and head both feeling on cloud 9.

"You know we can't ever tell anyone about this right?" His face turns serious. "Duh, I'm not dumb." I smile at him trying to ease the sudden tension.

"Good," he gets up and puts his shorts on. "Well now that the sexual tension is gone let's go study for your big history test." I smile as we both get dressed and make our way down the stairs again.

*1 week later*

I'm home alone again, I quickly text Debbie. Me; Hey what are you guys doing tonight?

Debbie; Everyone's home why?'   Me; Bored out of my mind, mom and little sis left me home alone again.' Debbie: Come over I don’t think anyone will care.' I smile but it instantly fades knowing Lip will be there and I haven’t seen him since he left last Saturday. We haven't even texted. Me; Okay, I'll be over in a little bit.' Hesitant on everything. Debbie; Okay text me when you're on your way.' Me; Will do boo.'

I quickly change into some jeans and a tank top that doesn’t show to much. I want to drive Lip crazy again. I can't stop thinking about him and how good he felt, I wonder if he is the same way.

[fanficshiddles]

You owe me, Chapter 1

New fic time! Loki meets April, who isn’t all she seems at first. With a mission of her own, the two try teaming up to help one another. But Loki’s patience is certainly put to the test with the infuriating, crazy girl. Yet, there’s something about her he can’t shake off. And they find themselves drawn to one another in more ways than one. 

Note: Will be D/s, BDSM, Dom Loki stuff in future chapters. But with more of a bratty sub. 

Loki raised his hands in a sign of submission towards the two SHIELD agents that currently had him cornered in the empty bar.

He was cursing himself for becoming so careless, this shouldn’t have happened. He’d stayed in the one place for too long.

‘Give us one reason why we shouldn’t shoot you right now.’ The female agent hissed at the God.

‘Because this is an expensive suit, it would be such a shame to waste it.’ Loki smirked.

But the agents clearly weren’t in the mood for his wit. As they both, at the same time, clicked the safety latch off their guns.

Loki narrowed his eyes at the two. He knew his dagger was just in his trouser pocket, but if he made a move to get it, he knew they would shoot. And he wasn’t entirely sure how much he could handle since losing his Godly powers.

‘Suit or no suit, we are under orders to take you in. Dead or alive.’ The male agent sneered, obviously enjoying the thought of Loki dead way more than he should do.

‘And I am guessing that I am not allowed a say in which that will be?’ Loki quipped, an eyebrow up.

‘No.’ The male said.

It was as if time itself then moved slowly for Loki. The agents were about to open fire on him, when suddenly there was a loud blast and a bullet shot straight through the female agent first and then the male agent. The sound of wood splitting filled Loki’s ears straight after the blast as the bullet hit a table after penetrating the agents. Blood and inners from the two victims splattered all over the bar, including Loki.

He turned his head to the left, eyes widening in surprise when he laid eyes upon the young bar maid, April, whom he thought was so innocent and timid, but now not so much…

She was at the other side of the bar, holding a rifle, smoke was pouring from the end of the barrel. A smirk spread across her lips as she removed it from against her shoulder and blew the smoke away.

Loki tilted his head to the side slightly, glaring at her with uncertainty, yet he was impressed.

Nothing was said between the two, Loki took a moment to process what the hell had just happened. When he remembered how to function, April was already heading through the back with the weapon.

He glanced at the bodies on the floor, taking care to step over them without getting any more blood or guts on his once clean and polished shoes.

Loki found her putting the gun away into a cabinet. She closed it over and Loki watched in amusement when she used a hair pin to lock it. Making it obvious that she didn’t have permission to have used it. Once done, she slipped the pin back into her hair that was mostly up in a bun, aside from some strands hanging down at the front of her face.

When April turned around, she was a little startled to find Loki just a few feet away leaning against the wall, watching her. He was so quiet, she never heard him. He may have lost his powers, but he still had his combat skills and graceful qualities. Which meant he could easily sneak up on people.

‘It seems you haven’t been totally honest with me, darling.’ Loki drawled.

‘There’s a lot you don’t know about me, darling.’ April started walking back towards the bar. But when she went to go past Loki, he struck out like a cobra and trapped her against the wall with his hands at either side of her head.

He noticed a big difference in her demeanour compared to how she had been the past week. Normally she was shy and seemed intimidated by him, not making eye contact and trying to just keep out of his way. But now, she was like a feisty little kitten coming out of its shell. Her eyes locked on his, clearly not fussed about his height and strength advantage over her, or the way he had her trapped.

‘I have many questions, but I think the first one should be; how a bar maid from a small town in Scotland knows how to handle a rifle?’ Loki twisted a loose strand of her auburn hair around his finger, tugging it just enough to hurt before letting it go again.

‘Surely instead of asking all these questions, you should be thanking me for saving your life instead?’ She quipped, cocking her head to the side.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her. ‘That is one way to look at it, yes. But I still would like to know the answer to my question. It’s not everyday you come across someone who clearly knows how to pick locks, and can handle a weapon with such precision.’

‘And it’s not every day you come across a God who’s in hiding.’

Loki’s eyes widened slightly. ‘Ah. You know of me?’ He couldn’t help but sound slightly cocky.

‘Of course. The God who almost took over the world, destroyed New York. Your ugly mug was plastered all over the news, even here in the UK.’

Loki decided to ignore the remark about his face.

‘So why save me?’ He was genuinely confused now, and wondering why.

She shrugged. ‘I didn’t like them, they were annoying.’

Loki didn’t believe her. One of his hands found its way to her neck, he pressed just enough to make her head tilt back a bit, warning her not to mess with him. But to his surprise, she didn’t seem phased by where his hand was. She was still smirking.

‘Do not lie to me, mortal. Simply being annoying is not a reason to blast someone’s brains out… as much as I would love it to be.’

‘I did it because I didn’t want you to die.’ She snapped, her voice slightly croaky because of where his hand was.

‘Why would you care about me?’ Loki still kept his hand in place until he was happy with her answer.

‘I was there.’

‘Where?’ Loki frowned.

‘Can you let go?’ She snarled.

Loki paused a moment, then he did release her neck and went back to keeping her boxed in against the wall.

‘In New York, I was there. You… unknowingly saved my life.’ She said, rubbing her neck where his hand had been.

Loki certainly never expected to hear that.

‘How?’

April looked to the side, towards the bar. ‘We should really go elsewhere. The owners will be back soon, it wouldn’t be very good to be here when they return.’

Loki wasn’t too pleased that she was stalling with her explanation, but she was right.

‘Alright. Where do you suggest we go?’ Loki finally leaned away from her, dropping his hands from the wall.

‘Get your things, I’ll meet you at the back door in five.’ She said as she walked away.

Loki wasn’t sure why he should trust her, aside from the fact she had just saved his life. But there was something odd about her, something he couldn’t quite shake off. So he decided to go with it, he went upstairs to the room he was renting and quickly threw all of his belongings into his duffel bag. Then he cleaned the blood off of himself and quickly got changed.

He was still amazed that the bar maid was like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. When he arrived a week ago, she had taken a double take at him, he thought because of his good looks. Her cheeks had turned a delightful shade of pink in comparison to her paler complexion. He did think she could have done with being out in the sun more. But then, he was of similar complexion so couldn’t really speak.

During his stay, she had always been quiet. Just doing her job. Pouring drinks, serving the customers. He had seen a slightly stronger side to her when there was once a rowdy pair of men, she had deepened her voice and told them to fuck off outside. That was the only time he’d seen a glimpse of the seemingly real April. But at the time, he’d thought she was just doing her job.

He had allowed himself to flirt lightly with her, as he did with any beautiful girl. She always responded with a shy smile, blushing or a giggle. But the way she was now, not even phased when he had his hand around her throat, that made his mind wander greatly.

When he went back downstairs and to the back door, April was there waiting with her own rucksack. Her hazel eyes were bright and alert.

‘Why are you packing?’ He raised an eyebrow.

‘I can’t exactly stay here now, can I? You’ve seen the mess through in the bar and my cover is blown.’

‘And who’s fault was that?’ Loki smirked.

‘Yours. If you hadn’t been here that wouldn’t have happened in the first place.’ She said and started walking out the door.

Loki quickly followed her, grabbing her arm to pull her to a stop. ‘You still haven’t told me about how I apparently saved you?’

‘And I will tell you, once we get away from here.’ She said determinedly.

Loki reluctantly agreed. The two walked in silence through the small village and out towards the hills. They only walked for around two miles when they came across an old shack. Loki watched as April kicked the door in, it had clearly been abandoned years ago. But he ducked under the doorway and followed her inside.

‘What is this place?’

‘Just somewhere I found when I first moved here.’ She shrugged and chucked her bag down. Then she knelt on the floor and pulled up a bit of the wooden flooring. Loki’s eyes widened when she pulled out a huge wad of cash.

‘Where did you get that?’

‘Do you always have so many questions?’ She snapped, turning around to glare at the God.

‘When someone is acting suspicious like you, yes.’ He snapped back.

She ignored him and reached back under the floor. This time she pulled out a small handgun, a switchblade and car keys. She stuffed them all into her pockets, then put the money into her rucksack.

‘This isn’t your first-time killing people, is it?’

‘Nope.’

‘Care to expand?’

‘Nope.’

‘Is April your real name?’

‘Nope.’

‘What is your real name?’

‘Not telling.’

Loki groaned in irritation. He was already starting to wish that the agents had just shot him, to put him out of his misery.

When she stood up again and flung the bag over her shoulder, she made towards the door but Loki side-stepped and blocked her way.

‘Move.’ She hissed.

‘Not until I get answers.’ He grinned, trying on his charm.

April rolled her eyes and moved over to the dusty sofa. She sat down, not caring about all the dust that flew up around her in a cloud. She didn’t even cough.

Loki scrunched his nose up in disgust, opting to stay stood where he was instead of joining her.

‘I was in New York when you and your, friends, attacked. I was… in a bit of a pickle myself, when the building started to collapse on us. I managed to escape not only the crumbling building, but from the people that had planned to kill me too. If you hadn’t attacked, I wouldn’t be here today.’ She spoke so calmly, as if she was just talking about the weather.

‘What kind of pickle were you in?’ Loki raised an eyebrow in wonder as he crossed his arms over his chest.

‘I may have killed someone… that I shouldn’t have.’ She said, tapping her chin.

‘I struggle to see how there are people that you should kill?’ Loki smirked.

‘Says you.’

‘Touché… How did you end up here? Where are you from?’

‘I needed to lay low after what happened in New York. I knew that your attack would take over the world for a while, no one would care about me. So I came here. Got a job and a room in the pub, which was fine for a few months, until now… Where I’m from doesn’t matter.’

Loki still had so many questions, but he doubted that he was going to get anymore answers from her soon. But he did have one that he needed to know the answer to.

‘What is your plan now?’

‘Get us both away from here, lay low for a while.’ She shrugged.

‘Us? Why are you continuing to help me?’ Loki was slightly suspicious of her intentions.

‘Fine. I can leave you here, if you want?’ She said as she stood up and made her way to the door. She then stopped and turned back to face him when she pulled out the car keys. ‘Or I can get you away from here. Your choice.’ She then left out the door.

Loki waited for a minute, then he heard the sound of a car engine starting up. He sighed and rolled his eyes. ‘I better not regret this.’ He muttered to himself, rushing outside to find her pulling out from the side of the shack in a mini, about to drive off.

He quickly stood on front of her on the road, making her brake suddenly. Then she wound down the window and leaned out slightly. ‘I take it you’re coming with me then?’

Loki looked around first, knowing he couldn’t go back into the village because it would be quite obvious that he had something to do with the murders. SHIELD would be all over it. And he himself had no mode of transport. He wasn’t exactly going to kill April either and steal the car, since she did save him. Even though that would be the easiest, less hassle option.

‘I’m driving.’ He snapped, moving round towards the drivers’ side.

April didn’t argue with that. She clambered over to the passenger’s side, allowing Loki to get in. Then they set off in silence through the hills.