#once I turned 20 I instantly went back and they went ‘ya cool let’s get this schedule’ with no further fuss other than

[thesixthstar]

Cis women regularly get breast reduction surgery (and augmentations!!!) of varying degrees for many reasons, including cosmetic, sensory, dysphoria, back pain, whatever, and while they are sometimes judged, as long as they are Fully Grown and safe to have surgery, no one is turning them away or saying they Can’t Do That. (Usually only reductions due to back pain are covered by insurance and even that can be difficult to get covered under some plans but that’s another topic)

This should apply to pretty much every similar surgery.

controversial opinion but top surgery and other trans healthcare shouldnt be trans exclusive. so what if an autistic woman wants top surgery because boobs are a sensory nightmare?? good on her. she isnt "mutilating" herself any more than anyone else who gets cosmetic surgery for anything.

it doesnt have to be exclusively "trans healthcare." maybe a cis guy just wants boobs or a cis girl wants a dick. who cares. your bodys yours. customize that bitch. the more normalized it is to just do whatever with your body for any reason the easier itll be for the people who need to do it to actually go through with it because they wont be socially pressured as hard or harassed afterwards.

[talesofarcadia78]

Chemistry || One Shot

Beep! Beep! Bee--

Your alarm clock beeped, but you quickly hit the off button, not wanting to hear it anymore. You slowly got up, still wanting to sleep in, but couldn't since you had school. As you got up, you noticed that you had left your bedroom in the same state as last night. A mess. 

You quickly shook your sleep and got ready for school. 

While you were packing your bag, you noticed that you had a dozen messages from y/bff. They all read about meeting up at Sam's before school, at 7:30. 

Shoot! That's in 10 minutes! Sam's is all the way across town! 

You quickly zipped up your bag and rushed out your door. But before you could even turn the door handle of your door, your mom stopped you. 

"Hey, Mom! I'm in a rush, I got to go," you quickly explained.

"Not so fast. Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked. 

"Nope, got everything. Books, laptop, pencil case, phone, wallet," you listed. 

"What about your room?" she questioned. 

Oops. I forgot about that. 

"I'll just do it when I get back," you reassured her. 

"Sure?" she asked. 

"100% sure, Mom. Now, I have to go, otherwise I'll be late," you reminded her. 

"Yes, yes. Go, but remember, be back home by 6," she said sternly. 

"Will do. Love you!" you said, running out the door. 

You rushed to your bike and quickly rode off into town. 

After a while, you got to Sam's. You saw that y/bff's bike was already there, along with your friend group's. You walked in, to see a bunch of high schoolers occupying each table. You searched for your friends, when you spotted them at the back. You ran over and plopped yourself down. 

"What took you so long?" y/bff asked. 

"Sorry, got held up," you replied. 

"Anyways, did you guys know that we're going to get a chemistry assignment today?" Tia informed. 

"Cool! Is it group, individual or partners?" you asked.

"I'm pretty sure it's partners. So I dibs y/bff!" Tia answered. "Sorry y/n but I want to work with her."

"It's okay, I'll just partner up with--" you started but was cut off by Belle. 

"Me and Lauren!" 

"Okay, I'l just partner up with someone else," you chuckled. 

After about 20 minutes of chatting, you looked at your watch, 8. 

"Uhh, guys, it's 8. We should start heading to school," you said. 

All of you rode to school. Soon a sign 'Arcadia Oaks Academy', came into view. 

You chained up your bikes and headed to your lockers. 

"Who will you partner up with?" Lauren asked you. 

"I don't know. Maybe Douxie? He seems like a good person to partner up with," you replied. 

"Aww~ You two would be great partners. Plus, maybe you too could get a bit more closer by the assignment," Belle teased. 

"Uh... sure. Since we would have to do the assignment after school, we would have to exchange numbers, get each other's address--" you agreed but you got cut off by Belle, again. 

"No! Yeah like that, but you know closer. As in like a relationship, like how Tia and Lauren are," Belle explained. 

"What! I hardly know him!" you exclaimed. 

"Well, you two will get to know each other, since you two would get closer," y/bff hypothesised. 

"Plus, there will be a bit of chemistry between you two," Tia added, "Since you're like, in chemistry." 

"Uh, I uh... um... I guess? I don't know, guys. I don't like him like that," you said. 

"Sure you don't! I always see you sneaking glances at him in class," Lauren smirked. 

Your eyes instantly widened. 

"I- I wasn't! I was... uh... memorising the periodic table that was above his head!" you quickly denied. 

"Yep. Sure," everyone nodded, smirking at each other but you. 

"Let's discuss this later, we'll be late for class!" Tia reminded, pushing all four of you to class. 

After three tiring classes, the bell finally rang to indicate lunch. 

The five of you were walking to the cafeteria, when you of all people, tripped over your own feet, plummeting to the ground. You braced for the impact, but it never came, just strong arms wrapping around your waist, saving you. You looked up at your saviour, which you expected to be Belle or y/bff, but it was none other than your crush, Douxie. 

"H-Hey, Douxie," you said. 

"Hey, love. You okay?" Douxie asked, pulling you up onto your feet. 

"Yeah, I'm okay," you replied, dusting off some dust off your clothes. 

"Wait, do you have a chemistry partner? I've heard that we're going to receive an assignment that needs one," Douxie inquired. 

"No, I-" you started to reply, but was cut off by Belle, putting an arm around your shoulder. 

"Y/n, doesn't have a partner. You know, you can always partner up with y/n! Right, y/n?" Belle exclaimed. 

"Y-yeah," you agreed, blushing at the thought of you and Douxie working together. 

"Well, then y/n, Douxie, I'll leave you two to your chemistry," Belle smirked, walking off with the rest of your gang. 

"Well, y/n, may I have the honour of being your partner?" Douxie joked, bowing down and taking his hand out for you to take. 

You giggled, going along with the joke, "Yes, Douxie. You may have the honour," and put your hand in his. 

After the two of you decided on being partners, Douxie went off to find his friends while you did the same. 

Soon after, you found your friends all seated at a table on the far side of the cafeteria. As you were heading over there, you noticed that Douxie was at a table right next to your friends. 

You quickly sat yourself down next to y/bff. 

"So did-" Belle started but you cut her off. 

"Why did you guys sit right next to Douxie's friends? Who's plan was this?" you hissed.

Everyone pointed to y/bff. 

"Seriously, y/bff? Like seriously!" you fumed. 

"Just you wait. In just a few days, instead of sitting with us, you two will be at a table all by yourselves. So get used to sitting around him," y/bff teased. 

"Uhh!" you groaned, slamming your head onto the table. 

"Don't do that, you'll look stupid," someone sang. 

You looked up to see, Ella walking around the table and taking a seat in front of you. 

"Are you kidding me? You too, Ella! I thought you were the only one who wouldn't tease me about this," you whined. 

"Sorry, y/n, but I couldn't help myself," Ella admitted. 

Once again, you slammed your head onto the table. 

"Wait up! Ella, I texted you to come over to Sam's before school. Where were you?" y/bff asked. 

"Got caught up with cleaning my little brother's room, since he couldn't do it himself," Ella replied, grumbling the last part. "Anyways, rumour is, Douxie asked y/n out!" 

"What!" you cried.

Everyone turned their heads towards you. 

"Douxie did not ask me out!" you denied. 

"Are you sure?" Ella asked. 

She took out her phone and showed everyone a photo of Douxie bowing down, his hand in front of him, while it held yours. 

"Who took that photo?!" you gasped. 

"I don't know. It got texted to everyone anonymously," Ella shrugged.

"Everyone..." you gulped. 

Y/bff put a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

"It's going to be fine," y/bff reassured. 

"Fine?!" you exclaimed. "Now everyone must think that me and him are together." 

"I can find out who took the photo," Tia suggested. 

"I don't want drama," you said. 

"You sure?" Tia confirmed.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you replied, holding your head in your hands. 

Suddenly, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You took it out and saw that it was a text from an anonymous person. 

Great, this better be good. 

The text read: 

Douxie and y/n are partners in chemistry! The power couple can't stand to be away from each other. 

You immediately deleted the message. You noticed that your friends were also looking at their phones. 

"You guys got the text, right?" Belle asked. 

Everyone nodded. 

"Now what?" you questioned. 

"Well, whoever this person is, they definitely want to stir up trouble," Lauren claimed. 

"We just need to find out who that person is," Tia concluded and got up. 

"Where are you going?" you inquired. 

"To find out who the person is, duh," Tia answered. 

"I'll come. You might need help," Lauren said and got up as well. 

The two walked away and out the cafeteria. 

"Come on, y/n. You need to eat," y/bff stated, pushing a bowl of fruit salad. 

"Fine," you sighed and slowly started to eat lunch. 

Before, you could even put your fork in your mouth, you heard some of Douxie's friends laughing. 

You looked towards them, to see them walking towards your table. 

Your table! 

"What the--! Why are they coming over here?" you whispered to the others. 

Before any of them could answer, the boys had already made their way to the table. 

"Hey! We're Douxie's friends," a boy with brunette hair spoke. 

"Hey..." you hesitated. 

"What do you guys want?" Ella asked. 

 You zoned out after Ella spoke. You looked towards the boys' table and saw Douxie's face was red from embarrassment. He started to wave his arms in the air, trying to get his friend's attention. 

"He looks kinda funny," you thought. 

Just then, his eyes on fell on you. Both of your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks turn warm. Douxie then gave you a wink and a smile, while you just shyly waved and smiled before quickly turning your attention back to the conversation. 

"We heard that our boy Douxie's gotten himself a 'girlfriend'," the same guy that had brunette hair spoke.

"Let me guess, some anonymous person sent you a photo of Douxie bowing with his hand out while it held y/n's hand and maybe the same person sent you a text that they're partners in chemistry and and that the power couple 'can't stand to be away from each other'?" y/bff said. 

"Exactly!" a guy with black hair exclaimed. 

"FYI, Douxie's not in a--" you began but the bell rang, cutting you off. 

"Sorry, but we gotta head to class. See ya around!" the brunette waved and walked off with the rest his friends, including Douxie. 

You sighed and got up from your seat. 

"What class do we have?" you asked. 

"Chemistry," Belle replied. 

"Perfect. Just perfect," you grumbled and started heading towards the chemistry lab. 

As you took a seat, you saw that Douxie was looking at you. Y/bff nudged you in your side, smirking. 

"Look, Douxie can't keep his eyes off of you," y/bff teased. 

"There might actually be chemistry between the two of you after all," Tia sang from beside you. 

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. 

Soon after, class began. 

The teacher explained what the assignment was about and all the little details. 

The teacher then asked everyone to find somebody to partner up with. All your friends instantly partnered up with one another. You had to move, since only 4 people could fit at one table. You glanced towards Douxie, who was motioning you to go over to him. You obeyed and walked to him, seating yourself down beside him. 

Since most of the lesson was spent being explained by the teacher, you got time to discuss the assignment with your partner. Douxie turned to you. 

"So, we should start the background research ASAP, if we want to hand the assignment in by the deadline in two weeks," Douxie said. 

"Yeah," you agreed. 

"So, do you want to work on the assignment after school today?" Douxie asked. 

"Uh... sure," you answered. 

"Nuclear! Here's my address and number," he cheered and handed you a sticky note. 

You shoved the note into your pocket and grabbed a piece of paper to write down your details as well. You quickly scribbled down you number and address and handed the details to him. 

Abruptly, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You took it out and saw a message from Tia. 

I've got a few leads on who the person is that's sending the texts and photos. 

You looked across the classroom to find Tia furiously typing away on her phone. 

Must be investigating. 

You put your phone away and turned your attention back to Douxie. 

"Is everything alright?" he asked. 

"Yep," you nodded. 

The bell rung for next class, making you jump a little. 

"Well, I'll see you at my place at four, love," Douxie grinned, giving you his signature wink and two-finger salute, walking out of class. 

As soon as you got outside of class, your friends instantly crowded around you. 

"So, how was it?!" they all asked at the same time. 

"How was what?" you inquired. 

"Y'know! In class, with Douxie," Belle hinted. 

"Oh, that!" you exclaimed. "It was, uh... good." 

Suddenly, a random person bumped into you, making you stumble forwards a bit. Your sticky note fell out of your pocket. Once you had regained your balance, you noticed that the note was on the ground. You went to pick it up, but Lauren beat you to it. 

"GDT Arcane Books and..." Lauren read aloud. "Ooh! His number!" 

"Gimme that!" you cried, trying to snatch it from her hands. 

But alas, you were shorter than her, making you fail miserably. 

"Aww~ Look! He even wrote a short message for you at the back!" Lauren gushed. "It says: 'I'm really looking forward for you coming to my place, y/n. I'm sure we'll be able to get to know each other better. I'm glad that your my chemistry partner. See you at 4!'" 

"Alright! Give me that right now!" you exclaimed, finally snatching the note from her. 

You shoved the sticky note into your backpack and left for your next class. 

The last classes went like blur and before you knew it, school was over. You peddled your way back home. You quickly finished your homework and cleaned your room. 

You re-packed your bag and peddled back into town, heading to GDT Arcane Books. But as you made your way there, storm clouds rolled in and the heavens opened up. You were drenched by the time you were inside the bookstore. 

You quickly took in your surroundings. There was a a bunch of crystals everywhere and a lot of books on the shelves. In one of the corner's, there was a fireplace lit and an armchair near it. At the other corner was a spiral staircase which obviously lead to level above. The place was overall homey and cozy.

"Hey, love," a voice spoke. 

You turned to the source of the voice to see Douxie halfway down the staircase. 

"Hi, Douxie! Nice home, it's a bookstore," you said. 

"Well, this isn't exactly where I live. I live upstairs," Douxie chuckled, gesturing to the stairwell. 

All of a sudden, his eyes widened. He scrambled down the stairs. 

"Uh, Doux, you good?" you asked. 

"I should be the one asking you that question right now, love!" Douxie said, grabbing your backpack from you. "You're completely drenched and shivering from head to toe!" 

"I'm fine, Douxie," you assured him. 

"You are absolutely not fine, y/n. You can catch a cold, and I'm not letting that happen on my watch," Douxie shook his head. 

He led you up the stairs and onto the second level. He walked up to a book on a shelf and pulled it slightly. The shelf started to go inside the wall before it seperate into two, revealing a black door. You gasped in amazement. Douxie unlocked a door and held it open for you. 

The apartment wasn't much, but it seemed big enough for Douxie. Douxie led you down a very narrow hallway, where one side you assumed was the bathroom and the other side was just a side table where keys hung above it. Down the short hallway, was a couch up against a wall with a coffee table and a TV in front. The kitchen was in the corner, with the dining table attached. 

(No balcony) 

"Wow! A secret apartment  behind a bookstore. That's so cool!" you commented. 

"Thanks," he grinned. 

Douxie placed your bag on the floor next to the couch and headed to another room, which probably was his bedroom. He came out seconds later with a small black hoodie and grey jeans. 

"Uh, Douxie, why did you get clothes?" you asked. 

"Well, I can't have you in wet clothes and then catch a cold, can I?" he explained. 

You looked at the clothes in Douxie's hand and then looked down at yourself. 

They won't fit me. 

"Umm... Douxie... uhh... don't you think they're a bit big?" you questioned. 

He looked at his clothes then at you, smiling sheepishly at you. 

"Plus... the umm... jeans are 'kinda umm... not my uhh... gender," you stammered. 

"Well, the hoodie can keep you extra warm and the jeans are gender neutral, so like uhh... you can wear them. And plus, they haven't been worn in years," Douxie reassured you. 

"Okay..." you hesitated and took the clothes. 

"You can change in there," he said, pointing towards the bathroom. 

You nodded and walked into the bathroom. 

You quickly got changed and looked in the mirror. The hoodie was huge on you, it went all the way down to your knees and the jeans were a bit (okay maybe too) long for you so you had to roll up the ends up to your ankles. You then looked at your frizzy hair. You hastily combed your hair with your fingers and put it in a low messy bun. Then you exited out of the bathroom. 

You noticed that Douxie was heating up water in a kettle. 

You stashed your clothes in your bag before you heard a loud crash from the kitchen. 

"Oh fuzzbuckets!" Douxie yelled. 

You whipped your head towards the commotion to see water spilled across the counter and pieces of shattered ceramic across the floor. You ran over to Douxie to help him. You briefly looked at the mess before letting your gaze fall on Douxie. 

"You need help?" you asked, but you already knew his answer. 

"Yes please," he squeaked and got down on his knees to pick up the ceramic. 

But before he could pick up a piece you warned him, "You can injure yourself if you pick the pieces up one by one." 

"Then how am I going to clean this up?" he puzzled 

"Do you have a dustpan?" you inquired. 

He pointed to a corner behind you. You got it and handed it to Douxie, 

"Now you can clean it up." 

You got tissues and wiped the water away. 

Soon, the kitchen was as good as new. 

Douxie popped the kettle back on and got two mug's from a cabinet. 

"I'll make the tea, you can start researching," Douxie said, adding a tea bag in each cup. 

"Wait, why are you making tea?" you asked. 

"Well, one: tea's nuclear, two: why not?, three: it's the perfect weather, and four: you just came from the rain, so tea would be nice," Douxie replied, pouring the hot kettle water into both mug's and handing one to you. 

The two of you took a seat on his couch and started to research. 

An hour and a half later ~

"My eyes are hurting from looking at the screen," you whined, stretching your arms and slumping back on the couch. 

"Well, we've been researching for an hour or so nonstop on chemical reactions, so I guess we can stop," Douxie chuckled. "We can continue to research tomorrow." 

"Right," you nodded. 

"Hey, I got an idea," he started. 

"What?" you asked, sitting up more straight. 

"We can play truth or dare!" he finished. 

You looked at your watch. You had around half an hour until you had to go home. 

"Sure," you smiled. 

"Okay, y/n, truth or dare?" Douxie asked. 

"Easy, truth," you stated. 

"What's the worst date you've been on?" he asked. 

"I've never been on a date, so I never had a worst date," you told. 

"What?!" Douxie exclaimed. 

"Why are you so shocked?" you speculated. 

"Well, I'm shocked cause umm... like, you're very pretty... and like, no one's asked you out on a date..." Douxie stuttered. 

You cheeks grew warm and looked away, "I'm not pretty." 

You felt a hand on your shoulder and turn you towards Douxie. 

"You're very pretty, y/n. Very pretty. In fact, your one of the most beautiful girls I know," Douxie expressed.

"Awww... Thank you, Douxie. No one has ever said that to me before," you breathed. 

"Well, I'm glad I'm the first, love," Douxie grinned. 

"Okay, now it's your turn!" you declared. "Truth or dare?" 

"Truth," he said. 

"What's the funniest pick up line you've every used?" you shot. 

"Okay, get prepared y/n, this is a good one. Are you terms and conditions? Cause whatever you say I’ll always agree with you," Douxie answered. 

(Sorry if you don't think that's funny, just pretend it is if you didn't)

You looked at him with a straight face. 

"Did you think that was funny?" Douxie hesitated. 

You slowly started to nod before you burst out laughing. He let out a sigh and started to laugh as well. 

The two of you kept playing the game until it was time for you to go. 

You walked down Douxie's short hallway and was about to open the door yourself but Douxie opened it up for you and bowed down. 

"Why thank you, kind sir," you joked. 

"Your welcome, m'lady," he said, going along with your joke. 

You walked out of his secret apartment and back into GDT Arcane Books. 

Douxie escorted you to the door and waved you goodbye. 

Soon, you were riding your bike back home. Luckily, the rain had stopped, so this time you didn't get wet. 

When you had gotten home, you saw that your mom was making dinner. 

"Hey, Mom! What 'ya making?" you called. 

"Hey, y/n! Just making f/f," she replied. "Also, why are you in a hoodie and grey jeans. If I remember correctly, you left the house in a shirt and pants." 

"I got wet, so a friend lended me their clothes. They didn't want me getting sick," you explained. 

"Right," she nodded. "But isn't the hoodie and bit, I don't know, big?" 

"Yeah, it's actually a men's size," you admitted. 

"So, your friend is a guy? Ooh~" she teased.

"Mom!" you cried. 

The next two weeks flied by. Soon enough, it was time to hand in your assignment. 

Over the two weeks, you and Douxie had gotten really close. Not just close in friendship, but literally as well. 

Once, you had tripped over your carpet and fell into his lap. You face was on fire at that time, you also saw that he had a slight blush across his face. 

Another time, was when you and him were discussing while walking to class when you, being the clumsy human you were, tripped over your feet and descended to the ground. Douxie thankfully, caught you by your waist, but he also fell. His face was so close to yours, your noses were touching. You would've had scrambled up, but you stuck in a sandwich with the ground and Douxie. 

Back to the present, you and Douxie were ready to hand in the assignment. Well, the assignment was ready to be handed in, but you weren't ready to let go yet . Douxie on the other hand was totally chill about the situation. 

"How are you so calm about this, Doux?" you whimpered. 

"Cause I know we've done our best," Douxie stated. "You want me to hand the assignment in instead?" 

"Yes, please," you begged, handing him a booklet. 

He walked to the front of the classroom and gave the teacher the assignment papers. He walked back and sat down next to you. 

"All done," he smiled. 

"Now, we just need to wait for our grades," you told him. 

"Don't worry, whatever we get, it'll be good," Douxie reassured. 

The next day, you were biting your finger nails nervously. 

"What if we get a bad grade?" you whispered to Douxie, eyeing the teacher as they handed everyone their assignments back. 

"As I said, whatever we get, it'll be good," Douxie repeated. 

You nodded as the teacher smiled at the two of you and handed you the paper. 

"Good job you two. You make a good pair!" they commented. 

The teacher walked off while you and Douxie were blushing like crazy. 

You looked down at the grade you had gotten to see... 

An ‘A’! 

"Yes!" the two of you cheered. 

You gave each other a high five and unexpectedly Douxie hugged you. You obviously hugged back, just before you heard the whole class saying "Aww~". You both pulled away to see everyone had their phones out, taking photos. 

"So, I guess you guys are a couple, right?" y/bff asked, walking up to you. 

"I... uhh..." you stammered, unsure what to say. 

Suddenly, the bell rang for next class, saving you from answering her question. 

You walked out of class, only to be pulled aside, your back against a wall. You looked up to see that Douxie had put his hands both placed next to your face. 

"Douxie, what are you doing?" you asked. 

"Y/n, do you like me?" Douxie asked. 

"Umm...  uh... I..." you hesitated. 

"Cause I sure like you," Douxie smiled, leaning in. 

His eyes started to flutter close as did yours. Then your lips met. You smiled as Douxie interlocked your warm fingers with his cold ones. Soon, you both pulled away, keeping your foreheads touching. 

"Actually, I love you, y/n l/n," Douxie confessed. 

"I love you too, Hisirdoux Casperan," you said. 

You kept staring into each other's eyes for who knows how long. 

"So... uh... are we, like, a thing now?" you inquired, breaking the silence. 

"I guess we are," Douxie nodded. 

"Uhh, Douxie, I need to get to my next class. So can I go?" you asked. 

"Oh yeah," Douxie said, moving aside, letting you pass. "I'll see you at lunch!" 

"'Kay!" you called and continued to walk. 

A few weeks later~ 

You and Douxie had been exchanging glances whenever you two got the chance. In class, the cafeteria, bike racks, lockers, streets, shops, the list goes on. 

Whenever you two were ever alone, Douxie would take the opportunity to give you a kiss. If not a proper one than just a peck. 

Douxie would always sent you at least 5 cheesy pick up lines a day. They were funny and sweet. 

He had taken you out on dates every weekend. The movies, picnics, dinner, lunch, you name it. 

You had to admit, your friends were right. The chemistry assignment did make chemistry between the two of you. And you were glad. 

Word Count : 4, 527

[is-nini]

Genshin impact x reader

Episode: 1

Title: Being sucked in

A/n: I'm not sure how long this.. story will take but i will try my best to keep it entertaining.. this story is about you, being sucked into genshin world, this is part 1.. please enjoy. Leave a comment or suggestion.. possible love interest for now will be : Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao, Beidou, Ningguang.

Today is another normal day, nothing is really out of the ordinary, the sky is a little bit cloudy but you don't mind, you think that the wind blowing against your hair is very nice as you walk towards your school. You walked inside, stopping Infront of the locker to the entrance to fix your stuff and take your schedule until you felt a presence beside you.

"oh, hello sidia".

You greets one of your sleepy friend, she just let's out a 'hmm' and a nod while looking through her locker, not even giving you an eye contact. sidia has always been like this, she never really made an eye contact towards you but she still shows that she has some of her attention towards you.

"good morning".

Your other friend, Chelz Lee, let's out a mutter to the both of you, Chelz is more talkative then Sidia, you met them maybe a couple of years ago. they're a very talented artist and are a very interesting friends to be around with.

"what's up guys".

You too greet them without looking at their eye, you take your books out and proceed to take a peak at Sidia's schedule.

"oh? Mathematics on the first hour? Goodluck".

You snicker and slap her shoulder a little bit, she stares at you uninterestedly with her sleepy eye and started to walk away, letting you stare at her black low ponytail hair.

You giggle and take a peak at Chelz's schedule. Art. her first lesson for today seems fun you thought sighing at the sight of your first schedule that reads 'science'.

Chelz already went half way to catching up to Sidia before she looks back at you as if asking you to join them and you did. You jog towards her, taking her hand and started to jog towards Sidia either.

"how are you both?".

You ask them both while fixing the books on your hand and looking at your shoes to check the lace.

"depressed".

Sidia answered, you make a 'uhuh' sound feeling used to her answers. Chelz stroke her short wavy black bangs out of her eyes and use her black glasses and start to read her novel. Her black short hair blows a little because of the wind.

"fine".

She answered you, yawning and stretching her arms out beside her. You and the rest of your friend said goodbye to eachother and proceed to go to your different ways.

You went inside your class. As usual people are in teams, some are in teams for fun, some are in teams for checking today's lesson.

You take a one seat beside the window and wait for the teacher to come inside the classroom.

The lesson went on as usual, smoothly even, you did your homework andd the score that you got on yesterday's test is not bad, B is not a bad grade. You take out your binder and put the paper's that you got in to the binder.

Going home is the best thing about the day. You and Chelz are chatting away about until you guys cane across a gaming store.

"ou? A gaming store".

Sidia said, catching yours and Chelz attention. Chelz look at that place very seriously, squinting her eye.

"...since when is there a gaming store here- y/n!".

She was very suspicious of this place, she doesn't remember any gaming store around here... And if there is one opening soon it should be the talk of the school. in short Chelz was suspicious but you, being a gaming enthusiast decided to check it out, thinking maybe they have a good and cheap open world game.

"... She's crazy".

Sidia chuckled. She took Chelz arm, snapping her out of her suspicious state and drag her towards the gaming store.

"yo- sidia i don't wanna die".

"well i do. So let's go".

And with that the both of them followed you in.

The store looks very cool.. it's like you're in a different world. The ceiling's wallpaper is made out of galaxy like drawing and the light bulb was covered with another ball that is drawn to match with the different planets on the solar system.

"welcome to the store how may i help you".

A girl that looks like in her mid 20 greets the both of you, she have short black hair and a green uniform and a little pin on the breast part of her uniform spell out 'katheryne'. Which you assume was her name.

"hello! I was wondering do you have any open world game?".

You instantly ask her, not caring about the suspicious store, you don't even care about the insides of the place. You just wanted to play a open world game that's full of interesting stuff. The girl name katheryne hums in understanding and goes behind the table to look for a game you requested. Chelz grabs your hand and shout whisper to you.

"this place is creepy y/n. Let's get out of here".

Chelz scold you, you sigh and looks at her calmly shaking your head no.

"it's fine, were fine, what's the worst thing that could happen?".

You whisper back with a lighter tone. Really you don't care if this place comes out of nowhere you just want your game, you're smiling stupidly while waiting for the girl.

"anywayyy if anything happened, Sidia is here, she'll be able to protect us using her fighting style knowledge thingy".

Sidia scoffed and fold her arms, looking at you as if you're crazy.

"i will leave you alone and save myself".

You laugh and was about to slap her back when she holds your hand and rolls her eyes at you.

"such a tsun tsun".

You laugh out, she slowly and gently let your hand away. From the corner of your eye you can see katheryne walking towards the counter. You immediately jump and went towards her.

"this is the only open world game that i found".

She said, you look at the weird japanese like word, assuming it was the title you try to read what is said.. you don't understand it but the design was cool though.

"this is a open world game called genshin impact. I will not spoil the story but i think this game might be the game you're looking for".

Her confidence is seeping in on your game needy state so you decided to purchase it, not thinking twice. Sidia face palm while Chelz just sigh, feeling tired of your hot headed act.

"it will be 2$".

You felt giddy, you can't help it. It's cheap and is a open world game, that is a steal. After taking your stuff, the both of your friend immediately pull you away from the store.

"okay y/n. You got what you need, that place is sus i tell ya".

Sidia said, Chelz nods her head and fix her black glasses, she stare at you while furrowing her eyebrows.

"you gotta stop doing reckless thing. Who knows what that place is".

You sigh and nod, rolling your eye. You giggle anyway and put the game in front of you.

"i know.. but were safe! I wanna try and play it when i get home".

Sidia and Chelz just sigh, what can they do anyway. On the way home you and your friends goes on your own separate way as usual, you jog towards your home, feeling giddy to play the new game.

You take a bath, and goes straight to your computer, opening the plastic wrapper on the game. You insert the disc and started to wait for the loading screen.

And oh gosh.. isn't it pretty, the cutscene the art. Everything. So the game basically tells you about the story of two traveller, who was travelling from world to world until suddenly a mysterious god appears, took one of the twins and take away the other twins power, and now you're playing as the twin who was looking for their missing sister.

You look at the wishing button, tempted to wish for a character, you decided to pull. Expecting a cool banner of the current character instead, you're greets by a white screen.

"hm.. should i restart it?".

You mumble to yourself, nodding in agreement at your words, you close the disc and pulls out the game from your computer. You take a nearby wipe and wipe the back disc gently and then put it back in on the computer.

The game is launching when suddenly you felt a huge and sudden headache comes over you.

"ugh-!".

You groan, gosh.. maybe it's because you have been staring at the screen for too long.. you thinks as a bumping headache keeps going at you.

While waiting for the game you decided to lay back a bit, rest your eyes and head.. this headache is not going away anytime soon if you keep waiting and staring at the screen.

Before you reach the bed, your body stumble forward and fall on to the floor, cannot control any part of your body you close your eyes and your mind went blank.

A darkness is all that you see.. a darkness is all that you're in.. you remember that the last time you are in your bedroom, playing genshin until a huge headache wave over you. Now that you're sense's is back something felt wrong.. you can tell you are laying on something.. it's not comfy but it's still felt quite nice.

You opened your eye slowly and look around the place, groaning as you stare at the half blue and half white wall. You look at your bed and this bed looks like one of the hospital bed..... Wait hospital bed?! You instantly look around frantically where the heck are you?!

"oh you're awake!".

A gentle calm voice echoed throughout the room. That voice sounds familiar.. you turn around and saw a girl with a nurse hat and a white dress, her cream coloured hair is put in a ponytail... Barbara?!.

You stare at her unbelievably. Act cool.. act like.. like a human.. yeah!. You think to yourself. You know this girl.. this girl is the free 4 star character that you'll get once you reach a certain level. Okay y/n.. play it cool.. just act like you don't know this place.

"why.. am i here?".

You look at the girl, she seems nervous to be around you ... Which is normal maybe. She walked beside you and take a cup of empty glass beside you and pour a pitcher full of water inside the glass half full and then take them, offering the glass to you.

"you're in Mondstat.. the land of freedom.."

A/n; GOD I'm so sorry it took a long time, i hope the 'cliffhanger' makes sense...? But! Thankyou for reading! I am working on part 2 so more will be incoming!!!

[maybebanks]

A Smile

JJ Maybank x reader

Warning: Luke being creepy (angst)

A smile tugged at your lips as you stared at a sleeping JJ, his breathing was soft and slow. He was calm, for the first time in weeks. But then again, he was sleeping.

You brushed his hair off of his forehead, his blonde hair slightly damp, for there was a lack of air conditioning in his house.

After spending the night at a kegger, both of you were too drunk to be rational, JJ knew your parents wouldn’t approve of you drinking, so the only other option was his place. (John B said no)

You were only a new friend to JJ, but as soon as you two met, everything clicked. Your personalities through your banter, and you couldn’t forget about the constant mindless flirting.

Deciding that noon was a good time to wake up, you poked his chest, hoping to wake him up.

“JJ,” you whispered.

He groaned in response, moving his hands over his eyes.

“Aw c’mon! You promised me you would teach me to surf,” you giggled, nudging him again.

“You remember that? We were pretty hammered last night,” he mutters.

You pry his hands away from covering his face, “get up,” you demand.

He slaps your arm, “don’t tell me what to-“ but then he looks at you weirdly, in a shock and confusion, then he lifts up the covers to the bed, looking under.

“What are you doing?” You chuckle, he looked slightly flustered. But quickly calmed down.

“Just..checkin’,” he answers, shortly.

“Checking for what?” you groaned, now stepping out of his surprisingly comfortable bed.

“If we...had sex or not,” JJ replies, nonchalantly.

Your eyes widen, “as if, Maybank,”

He rolls his eyes, then gets up and throws on a boat t-shirt.

You were wearing your top from last night, with a bikini under, it reaked of alchohol and weed.

You pulled at it and sniffed, “Ugh! JJ did you smoke on me or something, this smells like ass,”

“You think ‘I smoked on you’? Girl you crazy, maybe your drunken memory is not so good after all,” JJ shrugs, throwing you one of his clean shirts.

You catch the shirt, “No! No way. I don’t smoke,” you attempt, trying to convince yourself.

JJ laughs quietly, “you did smoke. And didn’t cough once! I’m proud of you babe,”

“You are corrupting me,” you mumble, turning around and pulling off your shirt.

“Damn,” JJ whispers.

You whip your head around at him, he is looking at your chest as you change, thankfully you had a bikini on, but still.

“JJ, f you,” you insult and finish getting dressed.

JJ opens his bedroom door and you walk out, he doesn’t follow you, instead goes into the kitchen.

“Your not gonna walk me out? How rude,” you joke.

“Who do you think I am? A gentleman?” He responds, causing a laugh.

“Not even close,”

“Shit! I think the hose is on!? I gotta go outside and turn it off, see ya later, and meet at the cove for surfing at 6:00,” JJ calls, then jumps out the side door.

You smile at the thought, surfing with the best surfer in the OBX, though you would never tell him that.

You continue to leave, opening the second screen door to the porch. Soon after, you realize you aren’t alone.

You gasp loudly at the figure of a man, he is wearing a tan t-shirt and is turned away, working on something mechanically.

You stumble over a small beer cooler, and land on your butt on the ground.

He turns sharply, his expression seems to be masked. He has a smirk on his face, then he turns off his machine.

He approaches you. You shuffle quickly to your feet again.

“Hello, pretty thing,” he compliments, but it only makes you nervous, “what are you doing here?” He says the last part angerly.

“Um..so sorry to bother you Sir, I was just leaving,” you apologize, then reach for the door.

“Not so fast,” he orders, then approaches you, his steps echoing on the wood floors.

You freeze, not knowing much about JJ’s dad, but being terrified of his vibe.

He reaches towards your face, tracing a finger down your cheek, “pretty girl,” he repeats, moving his finger down your arm, then tugs against your shirt.

“Sir-I really have to..I should. Can you please..stop? Please,” you whimper.

“This is my boy’s shirt. You spent the night, didn’t you. So you come under my roof, and expect to just sneak away like the slut you are!? Huh?! Yeah my boy can fuck you, but he will never love you. So stay the fuck, away bitch,” he yells, his teeth were grinding together, his face inches from yours.

His hand grip your waist harshly, you cry out in pain. Feeling violated. He stares you down.

“We didn’t have se-“ but before you can finish, he has shoved you out the door, not even giving you a final glance before returning to his work.

You didn’t have a car, so you just started to walk. The tears hadn’t came yet, you felt numb. If JJ’s father could say those thing, do those things, was JJ capable. And the things he said, would JJ never love you?

After what felt like hours of walking, you see Kie, she is laughing with John B, they are alone.

Every bone in your body is telling you to hug her, get help in the state you are in. But you felt hopeless, would she see you just as JJs dad did? After all you were still wearing JJs shirt.

Checking your watch, the clock read 5:59. You were suppose to meet JJ by now. No matter how much you wanted it at first, the mere idea of being with JJ right now made you weak in the knees.

So, abandoning everyone, you headed home. Locking yourself in your bedroom for the next day or two.

—

“Have y’all heard from Y/n? I haven’t seen her in two days,” Kie asks, a worried expression readable on her face.

“She blew me off for surfing the other day,” JJ adds.

“Guys I’m worried, can we go to her house, check on her?” Kie asks.

“Sure, I’m cool with that,” John B approves.

“Didn’t she say not to ever go to her house?” Pope reminds. In the past, you told the pogues to never go to your house, your parents were disapproving of them.

JJ rolls his eyes at Pope, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

—

JJ knocked one your door for the fifth or sixth time now. Your parents weren’t home, but you were. Trapped in your room, trying to ignore them.

“Maybe she’s not home?” Kie questions.

“Oh she’s home. She just...avoiding us or something,” JJ responds between knocks.

Finally, you roll out of bed.

“Fine! I’m-coming!” You shout. From inside, it hurt your head to yell, but your brushed it off. It was the standing up that was the worst.

You haven’t eaten in a day in a half, you felt weak and light headed.

“See, I told you,” JJ responds.

But as soon as you make it down the stairs, your vision blurs to black, seeing stars.

In seconds, you collapse onto the floor.

A loud thud stops JJs bickering, all of the pogues freeze in worry.

“Y/n?” JJ asks slowly, “y/n are you okay?” He repeats suspiciously.

No answer.

“We’re coming in okay?!” JJ warns, then attempts to open the door, knowing something is off.

The door clicks and pulls back, locked.

“Open the door!” John B demands.

“I’m trying!” JJ exclaims.

Kie grabs JJs arm, “lets go to the back!”

Luckily, the back door slid open with ease, and JJ and Kie rushed inside, instantly seeing you, on the floor.

“Oh my gosh, is she breathing?!” Kie shouts, JJ checks your pulse.

“Somethings wrong!” JJ exclaims, noticing odd details like the fact that you are still wearing his shirt.

“Pope! Call 911!”

“I think she’s breathing!”

“You think? Shit! Come on Y/n, stay with us,”

—

The hospital monitor beeps slowly. One after another.

JJ and the pogues wait outside. His head is in his hands, recalling a memory.

“You’ll be okay JJ,” Y/n assures, smiling. JJ had just been beaten up. You had brought him to the hospital, despite his protests, it was what he needed.

“Excuse me Miss, what is the name? We’d like to inform his parents,” the nurse asks. JJ’s hand squeezes yours. His eyes communicating something to you he couldn’t say with his words.

“Um, this is James.” You reply.

“Last name?” She asks impatiently.

“Dean.” You reply, she eyes you suspiciously.

“I know. Weird coincidence.” You add.

“A number I can call?” The nurse asks.

Then you gave the nurse your number, later answering the call in a fake old lady voice and telling the hospital that the son James Dean, was okay. Later you even covered the hospital fines. JJ never told you how greatful he was.

The nurse approaches and informs all of the pogues that Y/n was going to be fine. Just fainted due to lack of fluids and food in her body.

After an hour, you were cleared to leave.

Later in the day, JJ forced you to eat a huge burger. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to eat, just that the lingering feeling of wrong was washing over you when you were with JJ, with anyone.

1 day later

You and the rest of the pogues were at the Chateau. You still were acting and feeling off, but no one pointed it out.

JJ went to his house to drop off his surf board, it was taking longer than it should.

But after 20 minutes, JJ approached and entered the Chateau. Shocking everyone.

No one spoke, they could only stare at JJ’s cuts and bruises.

“Wh-what happened?” You feared you knew exactly what happened.

“Nothin’, just ran into my dad,” he shrugged, but his jaw was clenching angerly.

A shiver struck through your spine.

“You’re dad hit you?” You asked, looking around to see if anyone else was shocked by this. They were just solemn.

“Yeah. Sorry my life isn’t a perfect story like yours is Y/n! Sorry I’m fucked up! God you really should look at yourself, the pogue princess act is getting real old,” he insults.

You look at him in pure confusion, why was he talking it out on you. You had enough heartache at the moment.

“What the hell JJ!” Pope shouts.

“This isn’t her fault,” Kie points out. But this only adds to his fury.

“Ohh, this IS her fault. She went and saw my dad, WITHOUT my permission and now he thinks...god I don’t even fucking know. I just know you shouldn’t have done that,” JJ seethes, looking at you with something close to hatred.

Your eyes began to water, his insults seemed to be true, you only ran into his dad, not on purpose.

“JJ- I didn’t... he... I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen!” You couldn’t form words, you couldn’t stand up for yourself.

“Idiot! You’re such an idiot!” He groans.

John B steps up and grabs JJ by the shirt, “how was she suppose to know about your dad when you didn’t even tell her. Dude, get out. You need to chill out somewhere else,”

JJ scoffs, giving everyone a dirty look before leaving through the front door.

He kicks over something in the lawn.

Stunned, everyone stares at you, you feel small, weak, and horrible for causing JJ to get beaten by his dad.

Instantly, you jump up, following after JJ.

“JJ wait! I ran into him on accident ! It was after I slept over at your place. He was there. He made me,”

“He made you what?” JJ said, a little softer now.

“He made me talk to him, he thought we had sex. That’s why he was mad. I tried to tell him the truth but he....” you stop yourself when your breathing becomes difficult.

“Did he touch you? Y/n, did he? I swear to god if he touched you-“

“No, he didn’t JJ I’m fine, I’m sorry I made him hurt you. I’m sorry,” you apologize, wanting to hug him, but something was restraining you.

“Shit!” He curses, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m really sor-“

“Stop Y/n, just stop. You shouldn’t say sorry. It’s my fault. Come here,” he says, looking like he is about to cry.

You don’t move, you were scared he might touch you like his dad did.

He steps closer, and you step back.

He reads you like a book, “why are you lying to me Y/n?”

“I’m not,” you mumble. He grabs your shoulders gently.

“It’s me Y/n. JJ. I’m not him. I saw what he did to you, we had to go to the hospital for god sakes. So please, tell me the truth. Did he touch you?”

“I’m not lying,” you mutter.

“Jesus, Y/n,” JJ says, he looks at you again, “don’t hide from me, answer my question, did that bastard lay a hand on you?”

“I already feel shitty enough, can you please stop asking me-“

“Y/n. Look me in the eyes and tell me. Did he touch you? Did he hurt my girl,”

You can’t look at him, only able to mumble out a small, “yeah,”

At this, JJ wraps his arm around your figure, you return the hug, only soft cries leaving your lips.

[venturethighs]

Craving this so I'm gonna write it. Very dommy nonbinary butch they/them sapphic gangster/mobster Venture that's massively possessive of you to the point they'd probably destroy anyone else with their fists for looking at you wrong.

Venture Tiddy!!! Parent? Sorry Parent? Sorry Parent? Sorry Parent? Sorry Parent? Sorry Parent? Sorry P–

Cyberpunk 1930s because I think that's a cool concept, and I think it works exceptionally well for this au

Reader is AFAB and feminine + uses she/her pronouns this time, may use they/them in the future again but it's heavily WLW themed so ya know. Venture AFAB because we love that nonbinary butch bush definitely doesn't have a little kiss mark tattoo down there no sir

Mwah, goodnight

AI GOTTA PROOF READ THIS BUT I EANTED TO PUBLISH IT BEFORE EVERYONE WENT TO BED SO IF TOU SEE A TYPO: NO YOU DO NOT. AND YES I WILL FIX IT The deed is done, everything should be relatively readable now 🙂‍↕️

You're a master at carrying your tray considering you've never once spilled a single drink nor dropped a plate of food when you were on the clock. Not once– you've even been known to catch other waiters trays when they're the ones who trip and fall.

You're a bit proud of it, actually. Good for you! You've got a knack for serving. The tips definitely aren't something to complain about either.

The patrons really enjoy stuffing the bills inside your skirt line– sometimes your bra– and so far you've never had a problem with anyone getting out of line.

Not tonight.

It's a rowdier crowd, and you even saw one of your coworkers get groped by one of the louder patrons who had a little to much too drink. It was satisfying to watch whoever it was get dragged off into the storming night by two angry mobsters.

And that was that. Right?

Oh, if only.

"Another round, please!" A harsh, slurred voice yells.

You're in work mode. You gather all the alcohol and pop the tops like it's second nature to you. Soft fizz spills over the glass lid and onto the serving tray. Bottle by bottle hits the table and the amber colored liquid disappears near instantly.

"Thanks, babe." A finger tucks a $20 inside the top of your skirt.

You smile and turn to walk away. Except, the hand that gives you the tip suddenly reaches out to grab you around the wrist. You stumble in your heels and nearly fall to the floor in surprise. The person tugs your arm and suddenly you're sitting in a drunk strangers lap.

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but you're cut off in immediately.

"How much for a dance?" He asks.

"I'm not available for that." You tell them.

You get up. He yanks you right back down again.

"Excuse me. I wasn't done talking to you." The expression on his face shifts immediately. "How much do you cost, anyway? What do you think I am, poor?" The person scoff.

"No. I don't. I'm just not available for you– I only dance for one person." You explain.

You shift uncomfortably in his lap.

"Is that one person here right now?" He raises an eyebrow.

Your eyes quietly scan the crowd. Sloan is not in their usual spot.

"Yes." You lie.

"I saw you looking around. Where are they then? Maybe they can be convinced, hm?" A smile filled with malice scrawls across his face.

"They're..." Your heart pounds inside your rib cage. "They're upstairs."

"Oh? Probably with another dancer then. I'm sure they're not loyal." You feel a finger poke around in your fishnets.

Sweat beads on your forehead. His other hand tugs at your shirt, translucent to reveal the cash tucked safely away inside your lace covered bra.

"Wouldn't you like a regular?" He tries to convince you.

"I can assure you that they are loyal, thank you very much." You assert yourself as he turns a little too handsy for your liking. "So am I."

You stand up again. He does not let go.

"Let go of me or I'll scream!" You raise your voice enough that people are starting to get interested.

"Whatever, bitch." He forcibly reaches into your skirt and takes his money back.

"You can't just–" Your cut off when he stands up.

He towers over you and uses every inch of his height to intimidate you. Without any warning, a hand connects to the side of your powdered face. You hit the floor and sprain an ankle on the way down– bunny ears falling somewhere nearby as money lands around you like rain.

No one dares reach for it. The entire bar is silent as a ruby red hand mark starts appearing on the right side of your lovely face.

Tears form in your eyes and your mascara starts to run.

You struggle to stand up, near embarrassing yourself as you squirm helplessly on the floor until you feel a familiar touch against your back.

"Are you okay?" Sloan whispers to you. They gather up the money you dropped and safely tuck it inside your clothes again.

Your hair hides the hand mark until their tattooed hand tucks strands behind your ear. Not even your foundation could hide that level of redness.

Rage courses through their veins. They help you up, only to end up collapsing against their toned figure, barely able to stand on your own. Dark tears slip down your cheeks and you bury your face into their shirt collar to hide your weakness.

"Who did this to you?" They place a kiss to your forehead.

You turn and point to the man who hit you. He sobers up quick.

"Here. Sit. I'll take care of it, mi princesa." They reassure you in that same gentle voice. The voice they used only for you.

You lean back into the worn leather seat– yet still as comfortable as the day you got it. One of your coworkers gets you an ice pack and a change of shoes. You thank them and they smile, going back to serving patrons as the bar slowly becomes lively once again.

You watch as your beloved shoves your assailant towards the back door and continues their way outside. Except– your heart is filled with worry.

...

"Who do you think you are–" Their inked knuckles connect directly to your assailants face. "Putting a hand on her like that?" They spat.

"Hey– I'm already on my way out– just let me leave, okay?" He puts his hands up in an attempt to surrender. He sounds more annoyed than scared.

Sloan grabs his shirt collar and puts their face directly in his. Their teeth are baring like an angry dog.

"You put a hand on my doll! My angel!" They scream. "You think I'm going to let you just walk away?"

The aggressiveness continues. Fists are thrown, eventually drawing blood, before the man gets tired of the scuffle and reaches into his jacket.

A soft click.

He pulls out a loaded gun before pointing it directly at your beloved. The first bullet grazes their cheek, and it's only their quick thinking that saves them from being shot directly in the chest afterwards. One good lunge and the two of them fumble to the ground as the gun spirals on the wet concrete.

Thunder.

Lightning.

Sloan reaches for it, aiming it directly at his forehead.

"Stop!" You scream.

It gets both their attention.

"Mi princesa–" Their voice turns gentle on a dime, while their hand remains wrapped around the throat of the man who hit you. "Go back inside. You don't need to see this."

"No– please–" You hobble your way over, leaning on the brick wall for support along the way and they stand up to catch you when you inevitably collapse.

"Don't do it–" You beg. "It's not you."

They're quiet for a moment. Then, they turn to the man on the ground.

"Get out of here. If I ever see your face again..." Their voice trails off.

The man scrambles to his feet and disappears into the night. Sloan clicks the safety back on before storing their newfound gun inside their pants pocket. A soft sigh drops from their lips.

"Let's get you back inside. You don't need to catch a cold." They nuzzle you softly.

...

They help you undress out of your wet clothes in your shared room upstairs and count all the tips you made working tonight.

"You did good." They compliment you. "You always do good."

They store the money in a nearby safe so you can treat yourself later.

"Let me dry your hair." They slip into the bathroom to grab a towel.

"You need to change, too. Or you'll get sick." You tell them.

They toss the towel playfully over your head before ruffling your hair. You giggle as a result– music to their ears. You're finally free after a minute of vigorous shaking. A kiss lands directly on your lips.

"Don't worry about me." They finally pull the damp towel off. "I'll be fine."

You shake your head. Without another word you reach out and pull on their unmade tie, loosely wrapped around their unbuttoned shirt with all those tattoos you love hiding underneath a thin layer of damp cotton.

"You, too." You demand. "You can't protect me if you're sick."

They laugh.

"I'd protect you even if I were on my deathbed, but whatever my baby wants..." They begin unbuttoning the rest of their shirt before dropping it to the floor, forgotten. "She gets."

Another soft giggle. They love hearing you happy.

"Can she get some cuddles then?" You jokingly flutter your eyelashes.

"Of course she can!" They scoop you up, letting your hair fan out against the pillow as they lay down next to you.

Your hand sprawls out against their tattooed chest. You can feel it rise and fall with every breath, then feeling it quicken as it your hand strays lower and lower before it stops just above their happy trail. Then, your index finger slips underneath the waistband of their pants and boxers. They bite their lip in response.

"Mm. You're hurt."

Not what they expected you to say.

"Oh–" They notice the battering of their body. "I've taken worse. Please don't worry." They reassure you.

"It's not that." You confess. "It's just– if I only took his offer, you wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place."

They reach over and caress your face. Their entire aura radiates such a distinct softness– you could never make them angry. You could never hurt their feelings. You were truly a precious treasure meant to be protected.

"Mi princesa..." Their voice trails off as they pull you in closer. "You stood up for yourself and told him no, and I'm proud of you for doing that."

Your memory flashes back to the conversation you had with him. More tears. They wipe them away with their ring covered fingers.

"He talked badly about you." You sniffle. You're glad there's no more makeup to cry off.

Your hand moves from above their hips to touch the one on your face.

"I don't care what people say about me, you know that." Their thumb strays and delicately brushes against your lips.

You so badly want to welcome it in.

"It's not that." You think about your other coworkers, dolled up and preforming to the best of their ability. They were all so gorgeous.

"What is it, then? What's bothering my angel?" They lean in even further and place kisses to your rain spattered face.

"Mm. He said you weren't loyal to me." You pout. You can't meet their gaze.

They feel the anger boiling up inside again– but they push it aside. Oh, to have that fuckers head on their wall, just above the fireplace.

"Mi princesa. Please look at me." They ask you.

So you do.

Your eyes melt their heart every single time. They remind them of priceless jewels– the kind you'd have to kill a man for. Yet, they get to look at them every day for as long as they want. They consider themself unbelievably lucky.

And it didn't just stop there.

They think about you: your kindness, your selflessness– they remember the time you came home soaked to the bone because you had rescued a homeless kitten. You happily donated money to soup kitchens to feed people during the current economic crisis unfolding. Hell, you even volunteered more times than they could count. You gave away your money like it was useless to you.

You were soft.

So was your body– your curves, your skin. Their hand strays down your naked body and briefly stops to hold your side and pull you in even closer. They think about how you dress up to work at their little club at the end of town that draws in everyone after a hard day of work. You provided people the eye candy that they so desperately craved.

So did the others– but none of them made their heart melt, their pulse flutter, their stomach and knees weak quite like you.

Especially when you danced.

For them.

Only them.

They twist off their rings and place them on the nightstand. Their lips press harshly against yours, repeatedly kissing you as they reach to cup your face. Oh, those soft little moans you made when you're getting nice and excited... they feel their heartbeat shoot straight between their legs. They only pull back to catch their breath and once more their thumb brushed against your wet lips.

Now, you welcome it inside your mouth fully, softly suckling it and placing kisses to its callused surface.

"Do me a favor." They break the silence with that same delicate voice. "Get your lipstick."

You do as your told. They watch you apply it in the mirror like you do every night. Then, you're right by their side again like a dream come true.

"Now kiss me." They tell you. "And don't stop."

You feel your face blush as they maneuver you on top of them.

"Where...?" You ask.

"Everywhere." They answer.

You can barely control yourself as your lips once more press against theirs, roughly kissing them before pulling back to leave a colorful mark behind. It's smeared– but it's fine. They wanted it to be that way.

"Now reapply it." They watch you follow their every command.

"Get back to it."

More kisses– this time, sprinkling their face and leaving stains behind until you run out. Then, you reapply even more, putting kisses atop of past ones before their fawn colored face was covered in your love.

"Keep going."

More lipstick. More kisses. More skin covered– trailing down their jaw and neck, right down to their chest where your tongue comes out to play.

Soft whimpers reverberate in their throat.

"Keep going–" They encourage you. "Keep. Going."

A harsh edge taints their voice. You like it a little more than you expected.

Your lips wrap around one of their breasts and you mimic the same actions as when their thumb was probing your mouth– softly tracing over all those sensitive tattoos, swirling your tongue against their hardened nipple before switching to the other side to leave more visible kisses behind.

"Good girl. Keep going. Don't stop until I say so." Another whimper catches in their throat.

So you kiss. And kiss. And kiss. And kiss, and kiss, and kiss– their stomach, their shoulders, their arms, everywhere, anywhere.

You feel yourself lose control for a moment and pitifully pull at their waistbands again.

"Not yet. Not yet–" They breathe. "Can you walk?"

"For the most part. Iceing it helped, but it's a little sore still." You sit up and reach for your ankle that you twisted.

"Good." Their breath grows heavier as their thoughts race inside their mind. "Can you walk long enough to go put your favorite record on?"

You giggle again. You knew what that meant.

"I think I can do that."

It takes a minute of flipping through all the labels until you find your absolute favorite. Then, you set up the player and the needle hits the vinyl as a light static fills the air.

It's automatic.

Your body sways with the rhythm and you lose yourself to it– but you're careful not to push yourself too hard. Even so, you're breathtakingly beautiful. Just like the day they first saw you do it.

You were on stage: the closing act. You barely wore anything– and yet they still wanted to see so much more.

It's been years since then. Yet, they still can't get used to it.

You sway, twirl and tease your way all the way back to the bed. They reach out for you when you get there, feeling your warmed skin against their own, satisfied with your little show.

Just for them.

You're nearly out of breath– your hand splays against the fabric of their pants once again.

"Please...?" Your lower lip curls into that signature pout.

You tease them by rubbing them through the fabric. The most angelic moan falls from their color covered lips.

"Just for you."

You snicker.

It takes no time at all to carefully help them out of their clothes. You didn't want to risk hurting them further– so you're going to take it as gentle as possible– or... so you thought.

You go from being on top to being nearly trapped under their figure in ten seconds flat. Their face lowers itself to yours. A hand grabs at your breast and you near inaudibly whine with every brush of their fingers against your nipple.

"My princess." They look into your eyes like you were cornered prey. "My princess. My angel. My doll. My one and only."

Their other hand sneaks to the other side. You feel yourself lift into their playful touches as more of your heavenly sounds escape into the lust filled atmosphere.

"Tell me what you want me to do." They kiss you as hard as they can. "And I'll do it."

"Mmm– touch me where you know I like it." You plea.

They adjust themself accordingly. Their hand instantly dives between your legs, prodding against your slickness. You give them encouraging moans to go further. A finger then slips between your folds and twirls against your pulsating center.

"Like that?" They smile.

You grind yourself against their hand, their fingers moving in time with every light thrust you make. More moans– all involuntary.

"Use your words, sweet angel." They tease you.

"Y-yes! Like that!" Your back arches further off your shared mattress as they continue their repetitions.

They feel their ego growing from watching all your delicious squirming.

"Who's the only person allowed to make you feel this good?" They ask.

"Mmh–!" You take a deep breath as the pleasure takes off. "– Y-you!"

"No, mi princesa. Say my name." Their body tenses as they wait to hear it.

You gasp as they hit a particularly nice angle. Heavy breathing follows as a result.

"Say it as loud as you can." They add. "It's just you and me. No need to be so shy."

You throw your head back into the pillow. "Sloan–!" You cry out, followed by a whimper.

"Sloan...? Who...?" They grin.

"Cameron–! Sloan Cameron–! Sloan Cameron is the only one who can make me feel this good!" You tell them exactly what they want to hear.

"Good. Good girl." They praise you.

Only to rip their hand away from you, leaving you throbbing for more.

You grasp the blanket below you in disappointment. "No–" You whisper.

A soft laugh stirs from their chest yet again. "Not yet. I want to finish with you."

They don't make you wait for long, however. They sit up and lock their legs in between yours.

That's when you see it.

A lipstick tattoo– your name traced underneath it.

"Do you like it...?" They bite their lip– for once in their adult life, they're nervous.

Your finger traces against it.

"You got it? For me?" Your face could not be anymore red.

"Wouldn't have done it for anyone else." They admit.

"Oh–" You cover your face from the overwhelming emotion coursing through your body. "Of course I love it! How could I not?"

They reach down to nuzzle you and kiss you one last time before the ride of your life.

"I love you more, though." You add.

"I'm afraid that's not true. I love you more than you could ever love someone like me." They kiss you again. And if they could– they'd kiss you forever.

More giggles. "Then prove it. Otherwise, I love you more."

No more talking– it was time to show you just how much they adore you.

Their grinding starts off slow and steady, making sure not to hurt you or themself in the process. They drink in every single sound you make for them as a result. Every whimper– every whine– every moan and sigh and cry and plea that leaves your exhausted throat.

"So good for me." They sigh.

After a minute their movements become more energetic and excited. All self control is slowly leaving their body.

"Look at you– you're beautiful." They meant every word. "Every part of you. Indescribably beautiful."

You feel the energy inside your hips condensing, spiraling, ready to explode with every passing second. You're gripping the blanket underneath your sweating body like your life depended on it, meeting every thrust of theirs with one of your own. Secretly, you wish time could stop– locking you in this moment with them forever, perpetually reliving the mind shattering pleasure for as long as you both wanted.

"Are you close–?" Sweat drips off their forehead and onto your body.

"So close–!" You whimper in ecstasy. "So, so close!"

Their movements become frantic and sporadic. They so desperately wanted to come with you– even praying for it– watching your eyes roll back into your head as your chest lightly bounces with every grind against your lovely hips.

"Come with me, then." Their breath hitches. "Can you do that? For me?"

No promises– it feels too good– but you'd try your best regardless.

"I–I'm ready– whenever you are–" You bite your lip and focus in on your own rhythm.

"I love you– so much–" You hear your name underneath their heavy panting. "Will you– marry me?"

Your eyes fly open in shock.

You open your mouth to answer.

But not before your orgasm shakes you to your very soul.

"Ah–! Yes! Yes—!" Tears start falling yet again. "Oh my God! Yes—!"

You convulse so heavily that their hands reach out to hold you, cradling your head as they come along side you. The room is nearly spinning for a moment before you feel your soul reenter your body from being launched into the astral plane.

No more words are exchanged. It's just the two of you holding each other– reveling in your shared comfort– while your beloved just became the happiest gangster alive.

...

Their hand grasps at your hips.

"Don't move an inch. I want everyone to see that you're mine, got it?" They whisper to you, placing a soft kiss to your neck.

You whimper in their ear to tease them, "adjusting" yourself in their lap to make them as hot and bothered as you could manage.

Another squeeze. You can hardly yourself back from kissing them further– so you do, leaving lipstick marks behind– almost trailing underneath their button up shirt.

In the distance, other girls are dancing. They are dressed in the skimpiest outfits, serving the best liquor smugglers had to offer.

And their eyes remain on you the entire time.

High key? I need more butch Venture.

Like I just keep thinking of them as a 1930s speakeasy butch and them having you up in the corner while people are dancing and having you in their lap.

They give you sips of their drink while they are taking drags of their cigar.

Gangster!Venture? Yummy... 🤤

They're at an underground club and it just so happens there's an incredibly cute waiter that keeps passing them by?

Oh my GOD– do you think they'd get a little protective over you? Some sleazebag gets a little too handsy or some asshole gets a little uppity after drinking too much?

Them rolling up their sleeves and showing off all those tattoos? Hoooooooooo

[lizzy-williams]

𝐦𝐫. 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

((Howdy there, this is my first time writing on here, so I hope you enjoy!))

Masterlist

Summary: You accept a job as an assistant to the now world-famous Colson Baker, who shattered the charts with his album Tickets To My Downfall, and an Oscar winner for his success in the award-winning film titled Midnight in the Switchgrass, which also starred his ex, Megan Fox. But once you are accepted for the job, you seem to get closer than anticipated with Mr. Baker. 

𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑫 graduated with a bachelor’s degree in business administration, you had never expected to be getting a job like this. Sure, you had heard about your employer. He had won an Oscar for christ’s sake. Not to mention a Grammy-winning album. You had to say that personally, you were a fan, which was one of the main reasons you interviewed for the job. But never in a million years did you think you would land it. 

When you were employed, you were expected to start right after you had applied, which you obliged, even though his house was a thirty-minute drive away. 

So now, there you were, sitting in your car, taking deep breaths. You had arrived several minutes early. You had pulled into the driveway, breathing in and out as you prepared yourself. You were excited but scared out of your mind.

“Come on, AJ, you got this, just go in there and try to not be a nuisance,” you spoke to yourself. With a deep breath, you exited the vehicle brushing yourself up, walking up the long, intimidating stairs. 

You raised your hand up, taking hold of the lion-shaped knocker and knocked three times, the echos being heard even from the outside. The door was large and almost looming over you with its height. You took the waiting time to look around at the garden out front, trimmed to perfection and colorful pink roses littering the gravel. It was nothing less than stunning. 

“Who’s there?” a voice asked, making you jump, your eyes shifting around. 

You then realized the voice was a Ring doorbell system, and you mentally slapped yourself for not just using that. You leaned down slightly, trying to meet the camera’s eye, giving a warm smile. 

“Um, I’m Adeline Williams, I’m the new assistant for Mr. Baker, I was instructed to start today,”

“Yeah, I’ll be right down.” 

The voice was deeper then what you would think Mr. Baker would sound like, having seen plenty of interviews. Suddenly the door swung open, revealing a tall African-American male. He had to be at least six feet tall. 

“What’s up, I’m Slim,” He held his hand out for a handshake, which you quickly took. 

“Yeah, I’m Adeline, but you can just call me AJ,” you responded, “Where is Mr. Baker?”

“Yeah, he’s still asleep. His manager made you a binder for your duties and other stuff. It’s good to meet you though, just feel free to come in and grab your stuff in the kitchen.” He stated, stepping aside and motioning for you to enter. 

You walked in, taking in the entryway. The walls were littered with gold record plaques for collabs he had done with other artists. Paintings of him were scattered around, some furniture almost automatically spotted that looked more expensive than your entire apartment. The ceiling was high-up, light fixtures illuminating the space, giving off a warm feel to the area. 

You slipped off your flats, Slim already slipping away into the maze of the house, leaving you to find the kitchen by yourself. Your sock-clad feet patted across the hard floor, your eyes wandering around, trying to find the kitchen in the stupidly large house. 

You walked down a hallway, reaching another large room, but now the walls were covered in posters and guitars, a drum set in the corner, recording systems, speakers, and even a Monster Energy Drink sponsored mini fridge which was fully stocked, drawings and art above it, the window next to it letting a fair amount of light in, the curtains drawn. You walked over to the drum set, running your hand on one of the symbols, which had sadly had a light coat of dust on it. Come to think of it, so did most of the other instruments.

“You could play them if you want,” another voice said behind you, making you jump and whip around, your eyes instantly meeting the eyes of your employer. 

He was tall, six foot four according to Google, his exposed chest littered with so many tattoos, you couldn’t possibly count them all. His bleach-blond hair was long and shaggy on top of his head, meaning he had probably just woken up, grey sweatpants covering his bottom half, the hem of his boxers peeking over the waistband of the grey material, making you blush and meet his eyes again. 

“Oh, um, I’m sorry, I don’t play,” you then mentally slapped yourself once again, “Sorry, what am I saying. I’m Adeline - Um, Williams, I’m here as your new assistant.” 

He looked you up and down, taking in you attire, a slight sneer appearing on his face, only for a second. You guessed by his reaction that you were over-dressed. 

“You look like a kindergarten teacher.” he laughed. 

“Uhm, noted, do you... want me to take off my sweater or something?” you asked. 

He scoffed, biting his lip and turning away, holding back from saying something that you were guessing would piss you off. 

You sighed, slipping off your sweater and messing with your hands, “Would you mind showing me to your kitchen? Your friend, Slim told me that your manager had had something in there for me,”

“Yeah, follow me,” he muttered, turning on his heel and walking away, your own small feet scuttering across the floor, following him. 

And of course, the kitchen was as stunning at the rest of the house, the size, making it look like a gourmet kitchen. And there on one of the granite countertops was a .5 inch pale white binder. Colson walked over to his coffee machine, starting it up and watching you walk over, opening it up. 

It listed normal duties like setting up venues for tours, making appointments with the production company, merchandise shipment, and payment, normal duties for Colson himself, (Making iced coffee, booking flights, rides for Casie, his daughter, for school, etc.), and traveling with him to the recording studio for sessions, along with renting time for the studio itself. 

“So, what do ya think. The list gonna scare you off?” he asked, a sly smile on his face. 

“Well, seems easy enough. It just seems like a lot of booking things.” you smiled, “But it shouldn’t be a problem at all, Mr. Baker.”

He grimaced, “Yikes, just call me Colson. You make me sound like an old man. And if I’m going to be seeing you every day, we kinda need to be on a first-name basis.” he said, opening one of the hundreds of cabinets on the wall, pulling out a mug, “What’s your name again?”

“Adeline. But you can just call me AJ.” you looked back down at the papers, turning to a page to all the numbers needed for your position. 

“What’s the J?” 

“Huh?” you asked, not looking away from the page. 

“Well, in AJ I already know what the A is, so what’s the J?” He smirked, pouring the coffee grounds into the coffee maker, pressing start. 

“Oh, um, Jane.” you shrugged off. 

“Adeline Jane Williams,” he repeated to himself out loud. 

Your heart unintentionally fluttered. Never in a million years did you think that Colson Baker, Machine Gun Kelly, would ever say your full name. 

The day went by smoothly, your brain soon catching onto the rhythm of things, you and Colson making small talk as you typed away, sending emails to the publishing companies, his agent, manager, and PR team. Colson would occasionally text you to make him a drink, which you did, always getting right back to work afterward. People came in and out, paying you no mind. The only one you honestly recognized was Rook, his drummer, who only came in to grab a beer from the fridge. Soon enough, the time reached 5 o’clock. 

“So, what do you wanna eat?” he suddenly asked, walking into the kitchen area, leaning over the counter you were working at. 

The sound of the TV played as you heard the laughter of a group of people in the other room. 

“Oh, I honestly have no preference,” you answered honestly, looking up from your Chromebook. 

“You sure? Me and the guys were gonna Postmate some stuff, but they can’t decide either.”

“Ummm, I heard there’s a really good restaurant downtown called Beau Jo's. Hear they have a mean menu of Cajun food.” you perked up, 

“Alright, Beau Jo’s it is.” He responded, picking up his phone and walking away. 

Even though you two had small talk, you still felt like he was so cold to you. Like he didn’t like you, or he didn’t trust you. But you really needed this job. After you finished with your work, you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

There, you were greeted with glancing eyes of 20 or more people, who were scattered throughout the space. 

A man walked up to you, looking eccentric as ever. You only knew him because you knew he dated Bella Thorne, but you would never tell him that. 

“Heyyyy, you must be the new assistant. Welcome to the best years of your life!” he greeted, slinging an arm around your shoulders, a cola in his other hand. The smell of expensive cologne. 

“Modern Sunshine, I presume?” I asked in a snobby British accent, making him laugh. 

“Yo Kells! I like this chick!” he called out to Colson, who was across the room talking to some blond broad in short shorts and a crop top. 

“Why don’t you come meet the rest of the guys.”

Well, you knew it was coming. It was the end of the night and everyone had gone home, and it was your job to order Ubers for everyone who wasn’t fit to drive. (Which was close to half the people there). 

You gathered up your things, sighing as you grabbed your kindergarten teacher sweater, packing it in your bag along with your computer and everything else. Finally, you tucked the binder into the back pocket. 

“You heading out?” Colson asked from behind you, his hand on your shoulder. 

Your arms formed goosebumps as you looked back smiling, “Yeah, I think it’s that time.” 

“Cool. Well, have a good night.” he said while you slipped on your flats, “Oh, and one more thing before you go.”

You turned your head to look into his eyes. 

“Tomorrow wear something more... spicy,”

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

One Shot: The Life Of Marv

Summary: Katie rescues a Turkey from slaughter, much to Tony’s annoyance.

Warnings: Language!

A/N- This was written as requested to accompany Ch 11: A Turkey Called Marv in Stark Spangled Banner, and fills us in on Marv the Turkey, and how he became a much loved (well, sorta!) Stark family Pet...

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

November 2001

It was a complete accident. Well, not going veggie, but Katie didn’t mean to steal the poor thing from the farm. She really didn’t. Well at least that’s what she told Tony. And now it was sat in the large, sprawling grounds of the Malibu mansion whilst Tony simply pinched the bridge of his nose and glared at his 17 year old sister. “This has to be up there with the most DUMB assed things you have ever done”. He rolled his eyes. “Ever” “I couldn’t leave him” Katie said, “he was lonely and gonna end up someones Thanksgiving dinner.” “Its a fucking turkey Kiddo."  Tony groaned, watching the bird strut around the grounds, completely non-plussed at being uprooted from the farmyard 20 miles up the road "that’s what he was bred for” “Meat is murder Tony” “Oh for fucks sake…” he groaned “you know, I put up with this bullshit, the blue hair, the fucking emo clothes…but no. The Turkey goes back” “Best catch it then” Katie said, shrugging “I ain’t taking Marv back to be killed.” “Marv?” Rhodey asked, from where he was stood next to Tony “you called him Marv?” “He looks like Marv from Home Alone” “No, he looks like a turkey. A stolen turkey” Tony sighed “Rhodey, gimme a hand man…” “Oh no.” Rhodey shook his head “this is all yours Tony” “I’ll remember that…” Tony glared and stepped towards the bird. Instantly it flares its feathers up and made some kind of growling noise and launched at Tony who staggered backwards, toppling over one of the chairs that was positioned on the grounds. Katie doubled over with laughter and Rhodey let out a small snigger as Tony stood up, dusting down his jeans. “What the fuck?” He looked at Katie “how did you get near it?” Katie shrugged and walked over to Marv who looked at her shrewdly before he fluffed down his feathers and she bent to pick him up. “He likes me” “I give in.” Tony groaned “I raised a stubborn, pig headed asshole” So Marv the Turkey lived for thanksgiving.

*****

November 2002

“Hey Marv” Katie cooed, stepping into the large pen that was the turkey’s home. The bird strutted out of the large dog kennel he used as a house and Katie sat down, holding out her hand which contained a few blackberries. The turkey pecked at the fruit and she gently stroked his head before standing up and opening the gate to let him out of his pen. He followed Katie round the pool area and when she sat down on one of the loungers he plopped himself in the shade next to her, his eyes flicking around. “Just look…” Tony gestured to his sister and that fucking bird. Obediah snickered a little at the sight of the turkey sitting next to Katie like an obedient lap dog. “I think it’s funny…” “You would.” Tony took a pull from his beer “This is kinda your fault for not getting her a dog.” Obi laughed. “How is this my fault?” Tony sputtered “she robbed the damned thing last year at Thanksgiving. Is that it, every time I say no to something she goes and steals?” Obi clapped him on the shoulder as Tony made his way to the large bi-folding doors. “Kiddo… you want eats?” At the sound of Tony’s voice the turkey jumped to its feet and made a low chucking noise, and Katie laughed as Tony narrowed his eyes. “That thing is getting cooked this year.” He glowered. But he didn’t. And Marv the turkey lived for another Thanksgiving. ****

November 2003

“Katie you can’t take the damned bird to the UK.” “But he hates you.” She looked at Tony. “How you gonna feed him and clean him out?” “I’m not. He’s gonna go to a farm” “Don’t you dare.” She hissed. “Don’t worry, I wont let him.” Pepper soothed as the dark haired girl crossed her arms and glared at her brother “I’ll make sure Marv stays” “Where is the little bastard anyway?” Tony asked, looking out into the yard. “Erm��� I dunno.” Katie frowned “Marv… MARV…” She headed off in search of her beloved bird and her calls suddenly got more frantic. “Did you let him go?” She demanded of Tony. “Trust me I would love nothing more.” Tony sighed “but it’s more than my life is worth. He has to be around here somewhere…” An hour it took until they finally located him in the downstairs bathroom, surrounded by an entire roll of shredded toilet paper. “I fucking hate that bird” Tony grumbled as Katie and Pepper tried and failed, miserably to hide their laughter. And Marv the turkey lived for another thanksgiving. ****

November 2004

“I swear he has been fine with me all term whilst you have been away!” Tony said, pulling his legs up onto the chair to avoid the bird pecking him to bits. “You saw the photos!” “Maybe he is just protective!” Katie grinned, reaching down and picking Marv up. He settled on her knee with a ruffle of feathers and closed his eyes, cooing softly as Katie gently ran her fingers over the top of his head. “Or maybe he is a giant ass hole” Tony grumbled, looking at the bird over his sunglasses. “Shhh don’t listen to him Marv” Katie said, putting her hands over where the birds ears would be, or are, maybe, Tony has no idea. “Ooooh maybe we should get him a girlfriend” Tony sputtered and looked at his sister “no fucking way.” “I’m only teasing” Katie sighed. “What do you fancy for lunch? Tony asked "I got some of that quinoa stuff and halloumi, thought we could knock up a salad…” “Great.” Katie beamed “but you know I’m not veggie anymore right?” “Since when?” Tony rolled his eyes. “Since I discovered British bacon” she sighed. “Plus i decided its more about how the animals are kept before they die, ya know? So I make sure it’s all free range, organically farmed stuff…” Tony ran a hand over his face before he shot the turkey a sly look “so, this Thanksgiving…” he mimed necking the animal and Katie glared at him. “No. He is a pet. I’m not eating him” So Marv the turkey lived for another thanksgiving.

****

November 2005

Tony threw a cob of corn into the pen where Marv was strutting about. “Eat that you little shit” he grumbled, as the turkey eyed him beadily before he strutted over to the food and began to peck. “Think you need a new house” he said, pulling his jacket further around himself as the November wind coming from the ocean was slightly chilly. He walked round to the side of the dog kennel. The wood was starting to crack and splinter. Pulling out his phone he quickly googled for pet houses and came across something that looked pretty cool. A plastic igloo shaped thing for rabbits. He sent a photo to Katie who called him within 5 minutes as he had just locked the turkey up for the night and headed into the kitchen. “You buying Marv presents?” She giggled “The kennel looks scruffy.” He shrugged simply “thought this would be better.” “He will love it” she laughed. They talked for an hour or so before she excused herself to pack, as her flight home for the holidays was the next day. Tony glanced once more out of the window into the yard to see Marv retreating into his kennel with a strut and a ruffle of feathers. Rolling his eyes he flicked off the lights and headed down to his workshop. “Jarvis, pull up a photo of a Eglu rabbit house” he said, rolling up his sleeves “and convert it to a blue print” “Stark Industries branching out into pet houses now Sir?” The AI asked, amusement in his tone. “Something like that.” Tony grumbled. And Marv the turkey lived another thanksgiving. ******

November 2006

Tony knew instantly when Katie went outside and peeked into the pet house that something was wrong. She wrenched open the hood and reached in and turned to the house with the bird in her arms.

“I think he is sick…” she said, her tone laced with worry as she carried Marv into the kitchen. Tony peered down at the bird, and he had to admit he didn’t look well. His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy.

“Take him into the lounge” he said softly. Katie sniffed slightly and carried him through the kitchen and Tony sighed.

“Jarvis… what is the average lifespan for a turkey?” He asked quietly.

“The maximum recorded lifespan for a turkey in captivity is twelve years and four months. For turkeys living in the wild, the maximum is less than ten years, but the average life expectancy of a male turkey is just over 2 years and just over 3 years for females.” Jarvis replied.

Tony shook his head and sighed, grabbed the punnet of blackberries from the fridge and made his way into the lounge where Katie was sat with Marv now wrapped in a blanket by the fire.

He sat in front of her and gently offered a handful of the fruit to the bird. It looked at him and then viciously pecked at his hand.

“Bastard” Tony hissed, shaking his hand out and wincing as Katie laughed. Marv ruffled his feathers and closed his eyes. Half an hour later he ruffled and clucked for the last time.

And Marv the Turkey didn’t live for another Thanksgiving.

**Original Posting**

[jstlikemagic]

One Night Chance. - Jeff Wittek Imagine

Title: One Night Chance.

Pairings: Jeff Wittek/Reader

Rating: R (For swears tho)

Summary: Being friends with benefits has always been fun but what about when two makes three? Also, what are the chances Y/N goes into labor at Jeff’s stand-up show?

TW: Drugs and alcohol (both lightly mentioned)

A/N: Hi y’all! Ya girl is BACK AGAIN!!! This time I have a “pre-sober” Jeff imagine! I decided to write this because I really wanted to write something pregnancy-related, a little bit of a comedy, and also something serious. If you liked this, please reblog/like! Thank you!

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Taking a good look around Jeff’s dressing room, you started having flashbacks about what life was like eight months ago. The patron that was spilt on the carpet, reminded you of all times you and the guys would get fucked up at David’s house parties. The keef residue that was left on the table, reminded you of when you’d just be chilling in the living room with a bong in your hand, thinking life couldn’t get any better. You were so happy with your lifestyle and how much fun you’d been having. Soon enough though, life took a turn.

-Eight Months Ago-

The past few weeks had been rough. You were so tired that you almost fell asleep in the car a few times. You were so hungry, that Postmates was your new best friend. The toilet was your new home since you’d been puking and pissing a lot recently. Feeling uneasy one day and puking up a delicious breakfast burrito, you had that feeling.

Forcing yourself up from the bathroom floor, you grabbed your car keys and busted out of your apartment. Jumping into your car, you floored it to the nearest convenience store. After you parked your car, you speed walked into the store due to your heightened anxiety. As you walked down the aisles, you finally spotted the women’s health aisle. Pregnancy tests. Pregnancy tests. Where would those be. A lightbulb shot up in your head once you spotted the array of pee sticks. Shaky hands reached for the Clear Blue pregnancy tests, grabbing eight “just in case.” Going up to the counter, you hurriedly placed the tests on the counter. “Aw, sweetie. I see the anticipation. Have you been trying?” said the counter employee.

“Yes, I’m very much anticipating a little shit that’s gonna run my money dry and ruin my life,” you sarcastically said. With the employee looking shocked as hell and you already handing the cash over, you decided it was best to just leave as fast as possible. Taking the bag, you gave one of those bitchy smiles and said “have a nice day.” Fucking bitch.

Flooring it home, you nearly sprinted into your bathroom. Making sure you could provide for eight samples, you drank at least three bottles of water. After providing for each sample, you left each test on the sink counter. 

You weren’t going to cry but god damn, what if you were actually pregnant… with Jeff’s baby. The two of you were only friends, who fooled around occasionally. Backtracking to how possible it could be, you started freaking yourself out even more. Jeff had been fucking you for at least three months straight so that’d be very possible. Plus, you both relied on the “reliable” pull out method.

Creeping back into the bathroom seven out of the eight tests looked like they were done. With both ends on the edge of the counter, your head slowly drooped down to look at the sticks. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Not Pregnant, oh I like this one. Pregnant. Suddenly, you saw the last test blinking which meant it was about to read the result. Every last bit of you wanted it to say not pregnant but it didn’t even matter at this point. Still keeping hope alive, you lifted the stick up to your face. Pregnant. 

Well, the next obstacle was telling Jeff you were having his baby.

-One Week Later-

“Hey Y/N. What’s up?” His voice alone could make your heart flutter. Reconsidering if a phone call was how you wanted to do this, you erased the consideration out of your head and proceeded with the phone call. It was easier anyways, you wouldn’t be able to see the shock and disappointment on his face.

“So, I have some big news. I mean I guess not big news, small news as of now that will get bigger eventually,” you spoke really fast.

“Did ya get the job ya wanted? I know you’re only a secretary but you’ll work your way up and life will be great!” he exclaimed. 

Trying not to be salty because you didn’t get the job he was talking about, you laughed it off. “I, uh-, didn’t get the job. I actually have some other news that involves you. I’m pregnant and it’s very much yours,” you blurted It out. Without hearing his response, you felt a huge weight just fall off your shoulders. Hearing a sigh come from the other end of the phone, it was soon followed by empty moments of silence.

“Are ya sure? Like are you sure that you’re pregnant? And are ya sure that you want this? Y/N, we’re in our 20s. We’re living it up and living our best lives.”

“Jeff, I am 100% pregnant. I’ll mail you out all the sticks I pissed on. You can have all water bottles I used too.” Taking a moment to think of his last question, you started to feel hot tears roll down your cheek. “I think I want this. This could be my wakeup call to cut the shit. This is my endgame... Actually, of course I want this. I think what I want to know is, do you want this? I’ll do this with or without-“

“Yes, I want this. I want you. I want this baby. I just wanted to put the ball in your court because it is your body, your choice. The idea of having a baby right now is a little frightening but maybe I need this wakeup call too. Ya know we do stupid shit. I wanna have someone to wanna come home to. I wanna have someone pop in my head every time I see ten shots lined up for me and it makes me not want to do it. With that being said. I’m down if you’re down,” he interrupted. Feeling so overwhelmed by his support and letting you have this decision just made you burst into tears. 

-Eight Months Later-

Getting up to go the bathroom, which felt like the millionth time today, Jeff grabbed your hand to help lift you off that comfortable couch. “I got this,” you agitatedly said. Being almost nine months pregnant, you hated everything. You either puked or pissed yourself. The smell of certain food would throw you over the edge. Moving around got harder because your huge belly that got in the way. You also partially resented Jeff because he shot his sperm up inside of you. He was really good dealing with your mood swings though. He knew when to give you space and is very assuring about everything you do.

Walking into the bathroom, you lifted your dress up and pulled your underwear down so fast, just to make sure you didn’t piss your pants. Immediately sitting on the toilet, you could feel some pressure in your uterus from the sudden and fast movements. Placing one hand on your stomach, you said “I’m sorry, baby. Mommy’s just making sure she doesn’t spring a leak on this god-awful linoleum floor. But I just want to let you know, that you need to get the fuck out of me.” Your voice got louder every word in your last sentiment.

“Is everything okay in there?” Jeff hollered from the other side of the dressing room.

“Yes, and please shut the fuck up. I’m concentrating!” you screamed back while rolling your eyes. Sitting on the toilet, you suddenly felt a huge wave of liquid pass through you. Knowing you didn’t put any pressure like you were pissing, your first instinct was to get up and look in the toilet. You immediately wiped yourself and threw that in the toilet. Spotting a little bit of blood and few solid pieces which resembled skin, you knew it was time. The time. Feeling a wave of panic and anxiety, you flushed the toilet, washed your hands, and called Jeff over to the front of the bathroom door. With a smile on his face, he dutifully walked towards you.

“What’s up, baby? Is everything okay? Is the baby okay?” he started questioning you. He could tell from the look on your face that something was happening.

“Okay, so don’t panic. That’s my first rule okay,” you whispered, making sure no one else was going to hear the next thing. “I believe that I’m in labor but like not too sure. But I think I am.” Seeing Jeff’s eyes go wide, you immediately covered his mouth with your hand. “Don’t you fucking say anything. Help me get in the tour bus and figure this out.” Threatening him wasn’t a part of the plan and you had to do what was necessary so no one else in the room heightened the panic.

Jeff took your hand and led you through what felt like endless rooms to the cool outside. While passing by people, you painted a smile on your face. The last thing you wanted was for someone to tweet that you were in labor. This whole pregnancy, you had been scared if any information would leak. Such as if the hospital was leaked and people put two-and-two together, that fans would show up. Finally reaching the bus, he grabbed both of your hands and walked you up the bus. You went to sit down onto the couch but instantly felt a contraction. People weren’t kidding when they said contractions were a bitch. As the contraction passed through your body, you finally sat yourself down with him right next to you.

“Not to be an insensitive asshole but I also have a show in like thirty minutes but we’re also having a baby! I’m gonna look up online how to stop labor for a little bit, just to buy us time.” Never have you ever shot him such a nasty ass look. You didn’t give a flying fuck about his show, you had a baby who just received their eviction notice.

“No! You can’t just web it the fuck up and expect it to stop!” you screamed. Out of everything he could’ve said during this stressful time, he decided to say that. Feeling another contraction, you threw your head backed and moaned at the pain. Looking at Jeff, you both just knew you two were in for one hell of a night, maybe even days. If there’s one thing you two understood was that you agreed on this together and knew you two have to work together to get this baby out.

[we-always-hit-our-ass]

Right Here (Richard Winters x Reader)

Requested by @easy-company-tradition​: “... could you please do dick winters comforting the reader during a panic attack?...”

Author’s Note: Oh gosh, I’ve never actually written anything like this before. I tried to do as much research as I could so I can portray this in an accurate manner. These are very serious, and if I got anything wrong, please feel free to correct me. I apologize for any inaccurate portrayals of panic attacks in this fic.

Words: 2.7k (a bit longer than i anticipated,,,)

BIG FAT WARNING FOR THIS ONE: Panic attacks. If they make you uncomfortable or you don’t want to read a description about how they feel, please please don’t read this! I suggest steppin’ away from this fic if these sorts of things make you upset, I’m incredibly sorry. So panic attack under the cut, please heed my warnings.

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Laying on the cushioned sofa, your fingers traced over the yellowed papers of the novel you were reading. It was one of the books that David had recommended you during the war--so when you had returned, you were sent in a rush to find it in any bookstore you could find.

Flicking over the inked words on the flimsy paper, you hummed a random tune as to not make the house as empty as it currently was. The record playing let out a quiet sort of ambience, lulling you to a daze. The book slammed shut, your slipper ladened feet pressing against the hardware floor.

But that was just a couple minutes ago.

It all happened so fast, your body feeling cumbersome as your knees buckled under you. You fell with a thud, the dull pain of your tailbone outshadowed from the sharp pain in your head. So you didn’t know how you found yourself here, your back resting on the wooden cupboards in the kitchen, the handle pressing uncomfortably on the nape of your neck.

You didn’t know when you started bawling your eyes out, the cool tears drying on your cheeks. The stream trailing down your neck, staining the crisp shirt you wore.

Just all the sudden, it hit you--this overwhelming feeling of dread and immediately you wanted it to stop. Everything was just so blurry so you opted to keep your eyes shut, but it did nothing to help with the flashes of horrific scenes from war from flashing in your mind.

Heavy and broken heaves stuttered from your lips, and they wouldn’t stop--no matter how many times you tried to regulate your breathing. Laborious and tense, your chest fell up and down drastically and sometimes a bit staggering. You were quivering so much and your deft fingers didn’t feel like yours. At this moment you felt like you were feeling nothing and everything at once.

Sweat pooled swiftly on your brow, and your hands fell clumsily to wipe it off but to no avail. The air was so muggy and thick, you despised it. You felt so helpless, trapped in the corner of your own kitchen. The slippers which cushioned your feet were long gone, as you had kicked them off in an attempt to stop the writhing and pricking feeling on your legs.

It felt as if about a thousand invisible hands had a tight grip on your throat, blocking your airways as you struggled to even inhale a single bit of oxygen. Light-headed, you feel your whole brain shutting down. And even as you could feel it go blank, the intense feeling shooting throughout your whole being.

It repeated for so long and when you finally thought it had stopped, it comes just as quickly as it leaves. Wave after wave after wave, you felt so drained out of energy. Even with your throat parched as a desert, you still had no desire to get yourself a glass of water.

The pads of your fingertips grow weary from rubbing circles into the temples of your head, your hair a bit messy from running your hands through them so many times. Then at times you would feel like you were in the Sahara, hot flashes bursting randomly here and there.

Your sternum and torso ached and burned so much, and you could almost feel every instance of your wind and chest pipe closing up. Your eyes became sore from releasing too much tears, puffing up the longer you sat idle on the tiled floor. Let this end please, you knew you couldn’t take anymore of this.

Sooner or later the bright, fluorescent hue of the kitchen light grew unbearable, and you turned your head to sink deeper into your shoulder. Whimpers and incomplete and occasionally incoherent sentences left your dried lips and tongue. Running out of tears, silent sobs wracked throughout your body.

Even if it seemed like hours before this happened, it had only been a mere 20 minutes. These events further cemented into your train of thought. And so if you tried to shake them off, it’d only do more harm than good and right then and there the pain only seemed to become more amplified.

Disoriented in your own whirlpool of thoughts and flashing images, you were oblivious to the sound of the front door opening and the voice of the amber head of hair which peeked through your field of vision. Not realizing the echoed voice of your husband, you ignored it--thinking it to be fake and not at all actually happening.

Immediately when Richard received no response from you, his mind went to overdrive. His sapphire eyes blown wide out of proportion, his usually leveled voice grew a bit louder, hoping to catch your attention from wherever you were. Steady and slow-paced footsteps filled the air, and as he approached the kitchen, a small gasp left his mouth. His tall frame easily looked over the marble island in the center of the kitchen. There his eyes laid on your curled form, still hunched over in a fetus position.

Rushing over to your being at the speed of light, he lowered himself down so he could be on level with you. Richard instantly placed his hands on your shoulder as if to remind you that he was there. That he was there by your side. The palm of his hands trailed soothingly on the path of your upper arms and soldiers, and you could feel your turbulent breathing calm down for the briefest of moments.

“Ri--Richard I-- I didn’t know,” You shakily call out to him, struggling to get out any words, “It happened so fast, I--”

“(Y/N)... (Y/N), it’s okay… Shh shh, I got you honey. I got you.”

His calm voice washed over you like cold water on a cold day, the mere tone of it comforting you like no other thing could ever accomplish. All you knew in these hazy moments is that you were extremely relieved from Richard’s mere presence. His long arms slowly but reassuringly wrapped around your form, pulling you closer to him.

Still slightly panicked, you pushed him away lightly and placed your hands flat on his chest to stop him. Richard looked at you with only kindness and understanding, rich pools of aquamarine and cool green gazing at you with love and adoration.

Understanding that you might need some space, he pulls away to settle you down on the floor so he can sit next to you but you retreat your hands--bringing them to tightly grip on the tidied, white button up he wore. Coming back to your senses, you lean forward to close the proximity between you and the scarlet-haired man opening up his arms to welcome you with his embrace.

Opening up his legs, he ushered you between them to make it easier for him to hold you tenderly. Stopping to recollect yourself and to take in the moment, you cracked--a soft yet sharp cry left your form, and you buried your face in Richard’s chest. The palm of your hands were rubbed raw, and your nails indented crescent shaped marks into the soft skin. Tears rolled over the plains of your cheeks, replacing your old and dry ones.

“Look at me, love...Please look at me, (Y/N).” Richard had gently urged you, tilting your head up to meet his ever so softly.

Concerned and worried, your husband pressed his forehead against your feverish one. Both of your thighs settled on the sides of Richard’s waist, and his hands went from the small of your back to your legs. He laid his hands there in such a manner that reassured you that he was there, and that everything will be alright. Pushing yourself to take heavy breaths and failing every time, your husband stopped you in your tracks when he noticed.

With his forehead pulling away from yours and his hands reclaiming their spot on your back, Richard looked at you intently.

“Try to breathe with me okay?” Your husband gently said, rubbing circles on your back as you let out a shaky nod.

Peppering your cheek with kisses before he began, he let out a consoling smile.

“3… 2… 1… Inhale.”

You breathed in lots of air as soon as he said the word and his arms wrapped around you securely as you did. In the same manner he did before, he counted down from three and in a softhearted manner he instructed you to exhale.

“Let it all out, (Y/N)... Exhale.” Taking his time with each of his instructions, Richard patiently sat with you repeating the same words with bits of comforting sentences here and there until your breathing finally calmed down.

Still not knowing what to do, you cuddled closer to your husband as you feebly wrapped your arms around his waist. Whimpering and still trembling, you let yourself sink into the hold of your love. You clung around Richard’s strong frame, gaining comfort from the way he would whisper words of consolation near your ear.

“I’m right here, (Y/N). I’m right here.” He would keep saying, and each time seemed so much more loving than the last.

Everytime your breath seemed to hitch or stop, your husband quickly rushed to action--doing the best he could to give you the slightest bit of comfort to try to make it all better. Richard’s hands on your back ran a slow up-and-down motion and you looked up to take in his doting features. But the soft smile you were about to bestow him turned upside down as your brain ran over the events which just took place. With your mind and heart heavy, you felt defeated all over again. Turning your head to face away from the man you loved, Richard stopped you.

Pausing briefly, he went to cradle your face with both of his hands. Deeply taking oxygen in, Richard then put all of his attention on you. His eyes observing every breath, how your eyes dilated, or how you blinked profusely to keep the tears from falling.

“(Y/N), I want you to remember that I’m right here. That I always will be, and that no matter what--I will never ever leave your side.”

Relaxing immensely, all the tension that built inside of your being vanished without even a single trace. With no words to say, you stayed silent and instead gazed upon his light cobalt eyes with all of the affection you could muster in that moment.

Taking in his words, your eyebrows furrowed before relaxing. Swaddled up in Richard’s love, you relished in the feeling. You don’t think you could ever live a life without him near you. So you sank deeper into his hold as Richard offered you amorous kisses. On your forehead, on your cheeks, near your jaw, and especially on your lips.

All of his kisses were filled to the brim with the utmost care and affection.

You propped your arms on his shoulders, your form moving slightly with Richard positioning his hands to keep your body stable. Your head fell upon his shoulders and you dipped your nose in the crook of his neck. You couldn’t see it but you knew that your husband was smiling softly at your comfortable form.

A great feeling came over you--feelings such as comfort, relief, and glee all mixed  and mashed into one hurling emotion--knowing that you had Richard with you. The man who you loved with every single fiber your being could offer. The man who has seen you in your most vulnerable moments and never hesitated to come to your air. The man who held you so devotedly in his arms.

While basking and digging deeper into your head, you could faintly feel the way Richard’s dexterous fingers comb through your hair, his fingers sometimes applying pressure to give you a sort of scalp massage to help you relax just a bit better.

You let yourself sink away from his neck to look at his face. While his eyes were closed--his eyelashes fluttering and brushing over the top of his cheeks--he held such a languid look. An expression of concentration also rested deeply on his face, and you admired him in all of his beauty. You were putty in this man’s hold, but didn’t complain one bit.

For the time being, you let your mind slip away from reality, far away from the outside world. Tuning yourself out, you only focused on yourself and your peaceful husband. Your fingers played with his collar, fanning it down and up or just fiddling with the edges until you grew uninterested.

Closing your eyes to distract yourself, you laid lax and splayed on Richards lap. The two of you were still on the tiled kitchen floor, with you and his breathing the only noises the world has to offer right now.

Your heart was beating, but not at all like the way your heart was rapidly pounding just a few moments ago. This time it was pleasant, and you could’ve sworn that you also felt the thumping of Richard’s heart as you rested your hand on his chest too. You released soft puffs of breaths and you could feel yourself tearing up again. The familiar feeling welled up in your (E/C) eyes and when Richard picked up on you quietly sniffing, he rushed up and sat up with his back as straight as a pole.

“Is everything alright? Do you want me to get anythi--”

“No, no, Richard… It’s fine.” Cutting him off before he could finish you looked up to him with watery orbs, the sight making Richard’s heart pang with a wave of sadness.

“What happened…?”

“It’s just-- It’s just that… I love you so fucking much, Richard.”

“(Y/N), I love you too. I love you so, so, so much…”

Hiccuping and clinging onto him as if your life depended on it, it felt cathartic almost to be with him. You felt complete and you felt as if you can take on anything in the world--no matter how small or big. It was as if love just encased your whole heart and being whenever you were around him and no copious amounts of gratitude could ever capture how grateful you were for him. What happened earlier was shoved in the back of your brain, buried by your emotions for Richard and most likely never to be found again.

Holding out your pinky finger to him, his eyebrows quirked up in curiosity. While it was most certainly an act that was mostly done by children, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about that fact. You held it up for him and he stared at your finger for just a little bit longer before bringing up his own, both of your fingertips soon touching before wrapping each other securely.

“Can you promise me something, Richard?” You began carefully.

“Of course, my love. Anything.”

“Please promise me that… That you’ll never leave me because I wouldn’t dream of ever leaving you.”

With your pinky fingers both wrapped around each other, the look in Richard’s ocean eyes were genuine and gracious.

“I’ll be wherever you need me,” Richard had said, leaning in closer so your foreheads were touching once again. The intimate and soft act brought a sincere smile on your lips and you fluttered your eyelids shut.

“Right here,” He unwrapped his pinky for yours so he can envelop you in another embrace.

Raising his index finger, the cool pad of his fingertip brushed lightly to where your heart is through the flimsy material of your shirt. “And right here.”

Richard then cupped your hand and brought the knuckles to his lips, pressing passionate but quick kisses on them. Chuckling softly at the sweet gesture, you laid there with nothing but your husband occupying your head. Your hectic thoughts had died down and were replaced with calm and tranquil ones. Dropping your hand, it was free to play with the short hair at the base of Richard’s neck.

Drowsy and tired, your entire head felt heavy no matter how many times you attempted to bring it back up. Succumbing to sleep was easy, and Richard’s voice lulled you to it even faster. Before passing out, you did feel a pair of soft lips pressing one last kiss on your forehead. Richard carefully picked you up and scaled up the stairs, heading to the bedroom you two shared.

You didn’t know what the future held, but you knew that you and Richard would be by each other’s sides until the universe ceases to exist.

And you were more than fine with that.

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Author’s Note: Hopefully what I wrote was alright since it was indeed my first time writin’ something like this. Once again, if I did make a mistake, I’m fine with y’all correcting me. I do wish that all of you enjoyed reading this. And JJ, thank you for this request, I love ya! 😩💕

[makbarnes]

Number 6

You sighed as your alarm blared in your room as another restless night went under your belt. Bucky had left for a mission last week with Sam and You could never sleep right with him away. He was trying to infiltrate a local threat you could remember the disdain in his voice when he was assigned with Sam and not you or Steve. You had texted the first day as they set up but it had been radio silence ever since. Huffing as you went to the kitchen Steve was relaxed against the sofa reading a newspaper with a cup of coffee, steaming around his face.

“Hey, heard anything?” Steve folded the paper when he noticed you and followed you to the kitchen.

“Still radio silent.” You sighed as you tried to reach the coffee mugs and heard a small snicker behind you. “You could help me instead of laughing Rogers.” Folding your arms into a pout and his smile filled with boyish charm as he easily reached above you to grab a mug.

“Here you are, Angel.” Your face blushed at his pet name and you felt wrong for doing so. Flirting with Steve when Bucky wasn’t around was normal because he always reported back to Bucky about it and you always got the jealous, controlling Bucky who laid a claim against your aching folds. You tightened your thighs at the thought of Bucky just taking control and you lost yourself in your thoughts. As you poured your coffee Steve offered his cup in the air asking for more. You huffed as you set the pot down and leaned against the counter. “I guess I can get it myself" Steve chimed up from his seat.

“I think you’ll live, Steve. It won’t hurt you to walk and get more.”

“Huh, I didn’t realize Buck was married to a self absorbed brat…” A smirk formed across his lips as he peeked at you over his full mug.

“Excuse you?”

“I think you heard what I said.”

“What happened to me being an Angel? Hmm? Daddy?” You leaned up to whisper the last bit in his ear before soldering back to your room. You heard his gasp and a small chuckle and you could tell he was watching you leave. Taking your phone out you snapped a cute picture of your face hidden behind the coffee cup and added a quick message.

“I miss you...Be safe. I love you”

Sighing you locked yourself away and buried yourself in your latest book.

Some time later you awoke to knocking at your door. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you set the book on your nightstand and yawned as you opened the door.

“Oh Hey St-” You were cut off by Steve’s lips slamming into your own. He pushed you back against the door as it shut. You pushed back from him and held a wild look in your eyes. “What are you doing?!” Steve said nothing but held his phone up to you. You took his device out of his hands as he lips kissed softly against your neck.

Your wife is a brat...and a tease.

Then tame her Stevie. Just leave her finish for me. I know you can do it. Landing in 20. Tell her Pink and Number 6

“Oh..well in that case.” You guided Steve’s chin up and kissed him lightly. His hand carefully went around your throat as you held his tongue at bay with your lips. His thumb traced your neck while he pushed his body flush against your own. Feeling his ever growing shaft. You moaned against his mouth and he pulled away. He pulled you with him to lay on the bed. He moved your hips over his own as you caught your balance on top of him. His tongue darted over his bottom lip and you chewed on your own. Steve quickly pulled your shirt off before pulling you under him. His fingers worked down against your clothed clit as he licked a stripe down your center. You grabbed his wrist and moved him up to your waist while pulling his lips back to your own. Biting his bottom lip your eyes became heavy with lust as you pushed against him. .

“My my my, someone is bossy.” Steve pulled away and pulled you to sit up on the bed. He moved to your dresser and opened your lingerie drawer. “I knew I saw you putting them away in here.” Steve pulled out a bright pink piece. He motioned a finger for you to stand as he moved next to your legs. He slowly pulled down your pants, sure to ‘accidently’ hit your clit. You held back your noises each time and wished for him to touch you there. He slipped the one piece over your legs for the bottom to perfectly rest over your needy area. His fingertips barely grazed over your skin. Goosebumps appeared as he breath chased around your neck. “You look so fucking delicous. So glad I helped pick out this number.” He slipped the strap up your shoulder and turned your around to see the back. A small bow sat on the top of your ass and he couldn’t help but lick his lips.

“Language Captain.” A quick smack was brought against your ass with a matching growl from Steve. You felt your hands being pinned against your back and moved your joints a bit with the feeling of rope. Steve tightened the rope against your wrists and pulled them tight against the headboard. “Careful. Buck won’t be happy if you hurt me.”

“You know I’d never hurt you, Angel.” Steve brought his lips to ghost over yours and smiled as he pulled away without a kiss. You jerked your hands down and growled when you couldn’t move them. Steve grabbed another pink rope and tied it around one ankle, bringing up the rope he looped it with the one that held your arms in place and smiled at his work.

“Uhm, Steve. It isn’t supposed to go like this.”

“I’m not done.” Steve moved in between your legs and moved his boxers down. Your tongue darted out at the sight of his hard cock as he rubbed his pre-cum around his shaft. He teased your entrance with his tip and you struggled against the ropes. Gritting your teeth as Steve slid inside he moaned out at how tight you were around him. “Shit, Buck wasn’t lying.” Steve moved quick as he grabbed your hips and rammed himself inside chasing a quick orgasm. “So fucking tight.” Your face was tucked away against your arm, which hid your moans for him. Steve moved a hand up to hold your chin and see your face.

“Fuck Steve.” Your hips bucked up against him and you felt your end coming strong. His thumb played against your clit, while his pace continued.

“God, Don’t want to leave.” Steve hissed out as he leaned down to kiss your lips. You tried getting closer against him but you were held back. “Why does Bucky get you to himself? Hm? God you’re so fucking good.” Steve chased his orgasm quickly with you.

“Don’t stop. Oh!” You threw your head back as you felt yourself reach the cliff. Just before you found that sense of relief Steve pulled himself out and cummed into his hand. You whined at the immense loss and held your lip to keep quiet.

“Didn’t think I was going to let you cum did you?”

“Steve, Please. Don’t stop. Please…” Your voice was at a breathless whimper and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Aww, Did I leave my girl on edge?” Steve gently kissed your lips as his thumper swirled over your clit again. Arching against him he chuckled before pulling back. “That’s too bad.” Steve untied your leg and fixed you to relax against the mattress. “You are going to wait right here for Bucky and if I hear a peep come from this room you are not finishing tonight.” Steve kissed you roughly one last time before leaving you tied against the bed. He napped a picture and chewed his lip.

“To Buck, Let him know what’s waiting for him.” You huffed out as the door shut and looked around the room trying to distract yourself from your aching center. Wiggling your wrists you tugged at the rope as you whined into your arms.

“He better be here soon. I can break this ya know!”

“Sure you can!” Steve’s voice echoed from the hall and you scoffed. Your hips began to ache at the loss of movement and you tried to get comfortable against the mattress. Your breath became still as you could clearly hear a helicarrier landing on the roof. You felt the heat instantly grow between your legs with anticipation. You heard Steve clear his throat and watched as the door opened. Bucky moved into the room and quietly closed the door behind him. Your eyes widened at the sight of him in his uniform as he stepped closer.

“Number 6...Fuck.” Bucky trailed his cool fingers up your center to grip against your throat. “You look fucking perfect, Princess.” Bucky easily slipped off his jacket and you heard the familiar clink of his dog tags.

“Steve was mean to me.” Your voice was in full brat tone and BUcky couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“Well I heard differently. I heard you begged for his sweet cock to make you cum. You should know Stevie always follows what I say word for word.” Bucky’s tongue darted over his bottom lip as he hovered over you. Barely letting the tips of his fingers against your skin you whined out for him and arched yourself to push against him. His hot skin with the smell of gunpowder made you want him even more. “I’m the only one who gets to make you cum.” His hand ghosted down your side to hover over your heat. “Then make me.”

“Steve wasn’t lying. Bratty today. Where’s the sweet begging I always hear.”

“Not in the mood to be submissive.”

“Doll, I have a news flash for you.” Bucky easily flipped you so your face was buried into the pillows as your hands rested up in the air. “You won’t get anything if you don’t behave yourself.” Bucky grinded his clothed hips against your ass and you gasped out for him. His fingers fumbled with the bow resting on the top of your ass and you heard him quietly praising your body under his breath.

“What was that, Daddy?” Bucky leaned over you and pulled your hips flush against his own. Groaning as his lips kissed under your ear you pushed back and felt him grab your stomach.

“I might just cum looking at you…” Bucky ran his hands over your body while you tried teasing anyway you could. His fingers played against your nipples and he was sure to circle near your aching folds. You held back your whines as he bit down on your neck. Bucking his hips against you once again you called out for him. You felt his lips twirl against your skin as his hand seemed to creep closer. He easily flipped you over to rest on your back. You watched him slowly pull a hand down to his thigh. Hearing the click of a blade your heart quickened, at the sight of the cool blade nearing your skin. “Let’s get this off…”

“When are you going to stop cutting my outfits.”

“When are you going to stop liking it?” You pouted at Bucky’s remark knowing he was right. The blade carefully trailed over your neck before ghosting down to your chest. Bucky carefully slipped the knife under the edge of your outfit and cut up slowly. The fabric easily fell to your sides as Bucky removed more. Stopping just before he cut through the bottom he moved back up to toy with you more. “I want you begging for me to fuck you.” His hot breath sent shivers from your neck as he stuck the knife into the headboard.

“Yes Sir.” Your eyes locked with his own as the words left your mouth. Bucky came down to kiss you roughly and move his tongue into your mouth. WIth no struggle your pushed into his cool touch as his metal hand twisted one of your nipples. He moved your head to the side and left a trail of feverish kisses against your skin. His tongue trailed down to swirl around each of your nipples as you moved against him. “Feels so good.” Bucky pressed your thighs open before bringing his hand up to your throat again. Your hands tugged at the rope, you wanted to feel his hot skin under your touch. His free hand moved down to your clit and began moving in still circles, just enough to tease you more. You tried pushing your hips against him but he stopped you.

“So needy.” Bucky smirked as he gave you a bit more pressure that sent your body into an arch. The pleasure built up as he continued and you whined softly. “Let me hear you, Princess. I want to hear your frustrated noises for me.” Bucky grinded his hips into you while his thumb picked up their movements just near your clit. Your hands tugged again and he held them against the headboard. “You aren’t leaving. Until I hear you ask nicely.”

“Please, let me touch you.”

“How about a kiss?” Bucky leaned down to press a soft kiss against your needy lips. You bit into his bottom lip and earned a groan from him. “That wasn’t very nice. I guess you will just stay here.” Bucky moved his hands away from you before getting off of the bed. His fingers made quick work of his pants as you whined at the loss of him. His dick was hard as ever against his boxers and you watched as he palmed himself a bit. “I need some fucking relief.” Bucky watched your tongue roll over your bottom lip and smirked. He quickly pushed his boxers down and kneeled down next to your head. “Open that pretty mouth for me.” Bucky’s head fell back as he felt your hot mouth against his tight skin. He pushed his full length inside of your mouth and ran a thumb over your cheek. Pulling you to lay on your side Bucky’s hips set a steady pace. His fingers tangled in your hair while the other held his balance on your small rope. You moaned as his dick hit the back of your throat. “Fuck Princess.” Your eyes met his own as he picked up the pace in your mouth. His hand moved down to rub against you again. You moved against him while you took his full length again. Your tongue swirled around his tip every time he moved back and you could tell that could make him finish. Adjusting your head, your tongue pressed against his cock. His eyes closed as you continued and you felt his finish coming strong. His hand had moved back up to your hair as he held your head steady for hsi finish. “La dracu, da, chiar acolo!” (Fuck, yes, right there.) Bucky held the base of his dick while his cum filled your mouth. Swallowing hard he wiped a missing drop from your lips and had you suck his digit clean. “That’s a good girl.” Bucky kissed your overworked mouth and moved in between your legs. Kissing your legs you instinctively widened your legs. His finger teased around your slit as his tongue tasted your skin. You could tell he was stalling your finish and you moved your hips up in the air.

“Oh baby, You taste like Steve.”

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“I want to cum.”

“Hmm, maybe I’ll let you.” Bucky teased his tongue over your clothed folds and you shuddered at the feeling. His fingers hooked over the small fabric for him to carefully pull it down your legs. Bucky slowly dragged his tongue through your slick. You moaned out and pulled against the ropes again. His hands held your legs apart as he slowly worked his tongue over your clit and teased your entrance.

“Mmphm yes.” Your hands twisted together and you wanted to reach for him so badly. His nose tucked perfectly against your top while his tongue wired perfect slow motions over you. His fingers teased at your entrance as he felt himself growing hard again. Your head fell against the pillow as your chest arched up. Bucky’s eyes were glued to your chest as he slowed his motions even more. “Please go faster.” Bucky slowly slipped a single finger into you and you whined out loudly. His hand went around your leg to hook it around his neck. You pressed him against you and moaned out at the pressure. Bucky moved his tongue against your clit again and you gasped. You felt a bit of relief as his pace quickened, his single finger curled inside of you and you felt a heavy pressure growing inside of you. As you adjusted your hips Bucky could sense your growing uncomfort and moved himself up to your lips.

“Oh baby girl, you’re dripping.” His tongue carefully cleaned up your slick. Moving himself to hover over you he pressed his dick up against you while he kissed your neck. Reaching over you for the knife again, He easily cut through the rope that held your hands and guided them around his neck. You pulled him against you and kissed against his neck. You wrapped your legs around his hips and tried to guide him inside of you. Filling each other with kisses as he grinded against you he felt your hand trying to slip down to feel him. Quickly jerking it back up he holds it against the headboard and growls.

“I’m still in control, Princess.” Your hips arched at the pet name and he guided your hand to rest on his right shoulder. He took his tip through your area and let out a stifled moan.

“Just fuck me already!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought It was anyway I wanted it. Or is this a freebie?”

“This is agonizing Bucky and technically you already got a free blowjob. I could be mean and take two coupons.”

“Oh but my Baby wouldn’t do that. Would she?” Bucky pushed deep inside of you and your nails gripped into his skin. You pulled his chest flush against you and let your head fall back. “No, you’re gonna be nice to Daddy, Because I’m letting you cum on his dick.” Bucky’s hand held your throat as his hips snapped against you roughly. You held his wrist as his mouth latched onto your neck. Your moans filled the room and you felt yourself holding back your snap. Your legs twitched slightly as he moved faster and his free hand found your clit. “Go ahead Princess. Cum for me. Coat me in it.” You found yourself cumming in an instant and Bucky quickly pounded your orgasm into starting another climb. His thrusts grew deeper as you clung to his chest and let him chase his own. Your body felt weak already but you were determined to ride him out at least. “There’s my filthy girl.” Bucky’s praise built you up more as muffled obscenities were cursed into his ear. He leaned up and grabbed your hips with a force enough to bruise. Your hands flowed into your hair as Bucky watched your perfect breasts bounce with his thrusts. You trailed your own hands down over yourself and looked up at him with heavy eyes. He bit into his lip as he coated your walls and leaned over you. His back was arched as you pressed sweet hot kisses against his neck. Bucky pulled out of you and your body felt weak. Bucky grabbed a pair of boxers with the number 6 coupon and held it out to you. You took an end in your mouth and pulled against the paper. Feeling it rip a bit you spit the bit out as Bucky laid the other piece on your chest. Bucky grabbed a cool rag and ran it over you. Wincing at the feeling he handed you his shirt with a pair of shorts. Bucky pulled you to straddle his lap. Your tired body leaned against his chest and you smiled as his scent filled your nose. Bucky’s nose tucked into your hair while he scratched the small of your back.

SERIES MASTERLIST

[violetnotez]

My Hero

Pro Hero! Red Riot x Reader

I havent seen much for Pro Hero Red Riot so I thought Id mine as well give it a shot! This is a rewrite of one of my older fics so I hope its a little better than the last :)

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Genre: Angst (ish) to Fluff

Word Count: 2500+

Warnings: Catcalling, cussing

Summary: When you decide to leave your neglectful date and walk home, your met with a drunken idiot who cant seem to understand the meaning of “No”-until the hero Red Riot comes to save the day.

One Shot

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

Why did I ever think this was going to be fun,” you thought miserably, the chilly night air biting your exposed skin.

Parties were never your “thing”, since nobody really invited you. It wasn’t because you were hated at your school or were an outcast; it was  just you didn’t care to belong to a ‘clique’. You were a roamer, being a friend to anyone who was nice and social enough to talk to you, but you never became to the level of close friends with any of them. So, when you had been invited to go to a house party by one of your guy friends who was a little bit popular, you were more than just a “little” shocked. You were completely confused on why, but you shrugged it off and just decided to go. How bad could it be?

Very bad, more than you had expected, and now you were cursing at yourself for even agreeing to be his date. He decided to take you with a group of his old high school friends, who were the definition of a typical “Popular” group of high school: a bunch of lip glossed cheerleaders and crazy sports fanatics. It would’ve been tolerable to be around such a group if your “date” was polite enough to pay attention to you, but he had ran off to be idiots with all his football buddies, leaving you defenseless with the slightly air headed cheerleaders.

You were seriously itching to rip out your hair from frustration all night.

When two hours of having to deal with high pitch squeals from girls who would laugh at anything the guys would say finally hit, you were thoroughly annoyed and grossed out and wanted to go home. You tracked down your date, told him you were leaving, and walked yourself home, politely declining his offer of driving you home.

You had just passed what looked like another house party, the music pumping through the windows as people came in and out of the house, stumbling and dancing around with no care in the world.

To say you were mad was an understatement. You were exhausted from having to act like you were enjoying yourself so you didnt look like a whiny prick, mad that you had actually used up your money (and was now broke) on a dress and a pair of shoes you’d never wear again, and a little hurt your “date” just left you to fend for yourself with his buddies’ dates all night.

You were so frustrated at yourself and the whole situation, you almost didn’t hear the person behind you.

“Hey hottie, where ya going lookin like that?”

You whipped around, the slurred voice making your blood run cold.

The guy in front of you was definitely intoxicated, his overly gelled hair slicked back, his polo untucked and a red cup in his hand. His face was plastered with such a smug smile, it made you want to cringe from disgust. This guy was a total creep.

“Buzz off,” you gave him a dirty look, mustering your face to look menacing when on the inside you were terrified.

“Playing hard to get, huh, babe? I like that,” the drunken idiot walked closer, his drink sloshing out of the cup and the stink of alcohol and sweat hitting you, making you feel dizzy.

“No,” you walked backwards quickly in fear, “Im trying to get away from you! Now go to back to your party and leave me alone.” You pleaded the last part, wishing you could break out in a run but knew you’d hurt yourself on your shoes. 

He was getting too close for comfort. You could now see clearly the stitching of the emblem on his polo, a bright cherry red. HIs breath was suffocating you, making it harder to breath. You looked around desperately for any way out.

“Why dont you come inside, baby- you’ll definitely want to stay here once your alone with me,” the drunken idiot licked his lips, making you shiver in disgust.

“What the hell!” you gasped in shock, pushing him away from you. “Get the hell away from me you creep!” you yelled, hoping somebody would hear you as you frantically walked backwards, trying a last ditch attempt to shake this creepo off as he drunkenly groped for your arm.

“Whats your deal?!” the man yelled accusingly, as if you were in the wrong and stumbling closer to you. “Why are you being such a bitc-”

“I wouldnt finish that sentence if I were you.”

You looked up quickly, your eyes still wide with terror as you searched for the source of the voice. Your gaze fell upon a boy wearing a plain gray hoodie, with spiky hair as red as a cherry. His eyes were dark, slanted in a mad glare. He looked as if he was going on a night run, and you felt relief flood your body- somebody heard you and was willing to help.

“What the hell dude, mind your own damn business-!” the drunk yelled out in anger, but then he paused, and something strange happened- the man actually looked scared. ‘Wait...I know that hair...your the hero Red Riot, right?” he said with a mix of awe and terror, turning sober for the span of .2 seconds.

“Huh, so you do have a brain? Wouldn’t have guessed that!” he laughed, a feeling of safety warming your body- a Hero was saving you-and a great one at that! You remembered that name instantly- you had seen Red Riot all the time on TV, sporting that signature red, spiky hair everywhere he went. He was always fighting some villain with that amazing Hardening quirk of his, and you had always taken time to admire his costume (and his amazing body). He was pretty young for a hero, around his early 20′s, but was already being described as one of the “Best Debuting Heroes” of that year. 

The drunk man stood there, his groggy mind trying to understand the insult. You took that time to make a run for it- you shoved him again, his drink spilling all over his shirt as you ran towards your savior.

“Dude, what the hell!” he sputtered as he looked down at his now beer soaked shirt.

Red Riot instantly protected you once you got close enough to him, shielding you with his body from the idiot in front of you two. “You gotta admit,” Red Riot said, a laugh spilling out of his lips, “you kinda deserved that. Its not cool to keep pushing on a girl if she says “no”, man.” 

The drunken man’s face turned red from anger and embarrassment. 

“Ya know what, he yelled, “I dont give a damn if your a hero, I’m gonna beat your ass into the ground!”

The drunken idiot threw his cup on the floor, sprinting up to the hero and throwing him a punch aimed for his head.

You gasped, not expecting something so reckless and violent to happen so quickly. Red Riot instantly blocked, though, as if it was a reflex, his hardening quirk making his arm jagged like a mountain cliff.

“Hitting a hero! That wasnt very smart,” Red Riot replied calmly, as if amused. You watched the drunk’s face contort in shock, and then into panic as Red Riot swung a matching punch to his face, knocking him out cold. 

Kirishima looked down at the man in distaste- he hated scumbags like this, who treat others like property and expect rewards for being aggressive. To be honest, he’d loved to do more than just one lousy punch on this idiot but- he was a hero, and heroes didn’t abuse their powers. If he did, he’d be just as bad as this creep.

He sighed, giving one last look to make sure the drunk was breathing and okay-which he was- and turned to the startled girl behind him.

“You alright miss?” Red Riot asked softly, concern in his voice.

You turned sharply, your hair flipping away from your face as you looked up at the hero, your chest hurting from the fear you were feeling moments before.

You looked at him in shock and awe- “You just saved my life,” you stated, the sound of your steady voice surprising you.

He scratched his head, almost looking embarrassed. “Its nothing, really,’ he said quickly, his concern pushing you for an answer. “DId he do anything to you? Are you hurt?”

“A little shaken up,” you said with a weak smile, “but nothing I cant handle.”

“Im sorry you had to deal with that,” he stated, the slight anger in his voice surprising you. “But- is it okay if I can walk you home? I really don’t feel comfortable letting you walk by yourself. The streets are super dangerous at night.”

You laughed sarcastically, trying to ease your nerves and keep the growing pit of emotions at bay. “Yeah, kinda figured that out the hard way.” You paused, thinking the new situation over- you didnt want to walk home by yourself, that was not happening. You felt unsafe, and violated, and the anger and slight embarrassment bubbled in your stomach, threatening to come out in streams across your face. You wanted to forget this, and you felt embarrassed that someone witnessed what just happened, even if it was a person who helped you and you surprisingly felt comfortable around. He seemed like a genuinely good person- someone who would listen to and truly care about someone.“I shouldn’t be embarrassed,” you thought violently to yourself, “it isn’t your fault.” But the feeling of being rejected and then sought after in a disgusting way made you feel crushed, and you couldn’t keep everything in any more. The tears came quietly, then slowly came on harder, the sound of sobbing escaping your mouth.

You willed your tears to go back, to evaporate and leave you, but that, inevitablely, didn’t work. But, surprisingly, the hero didn’t question this. He gently wrapped his arms around you, the soft thin fabric shielding your exposed skin from the cold.

It did feel awkward to hug a stranger at first, but it quickly soothed you.. He didn’t feel so much as a stranger, but an anonymous confidant, a past friend, someone who was easy to be with and be your real self, and not have to pretend that life was great all the time. Sometimes life throws you some curveballs-You just needed someone who a least cared a little bit about how you felt when you got two curveballs in one night.

“You’re safe, I got you. Its not your fault- Youll be okay.”

Your shoulders shook slightly as the tears left your face, the feeling of relievement making you feel much better. As your breathing began to go back to normal pace, you pushed away gently, your now shiny face smiling in embarrassment with a sniffle.

“Are you sure he didnt hurt you? Or do anything to you?” he asked again, his voice filled with care and urgency as he looked into your eyes, searching for an answer. His hands on your shoulders shielded you from the cold, the fabric tickling your skin.

“Yeah, Im okay, what you saw is all he did,” you said, your voice thick from crying. “Im sorry I broke down a little, just-, you sighed, feeling there was no point in keeping your walls up- “ it hasnt been the best night.”

He hugged you again, this time being quicker and harder.

“Dont be sorry for crying, you deserve to. Im just sorry I wasnt here sooner.”

Your heart melted a little for this boy and his big heart. You pushed a piece of hair away from your face, your cheeks a little warmer than the rest of your body.

“No your fine, you didnt know that was happening, Im just so grateful for you helping when you did. I really do mean it when I said you saved my life.”

The hero shuffled, embarrassment yet again evident in his mannerism.

“Just doing my job I guess!” his eyes filled with happiness, the evident blush looking almost comical.

“So- is it alright if I can walk you home?”

You giggled, your stress now alleviated and the look on his face looking so silly it made you feel almost peaceful.

“Of course,” you replied, and you began to walk  alongside him.

You two walked quietly, the soft breeze nipping your skin, but filling your lungs with brisk air, clearing your head. The silence between you two was comfortable as both of you thought deeply. You were going over the events of the night- the feel of betrayal and annoyance, then extreme fear, and relief, and sadness, guilt, happiness- it was so much to process you couldn’t wrap your head around it. But one thing you could think clearly on was the person next to you. You gave him a side eyed glance, staring at his sweatshirt, the toned muscles contouring the sweatshirt. You wish you could know who he was- he seemed sweet and genuine, and not to mention even more handsome in person. But being around him felt peaceful, even for just talking to him for a few moments-the feeling was a little intoxicating.

As Red Riot caught your side eyed glance, the feeling of butterflies filled his stomach. He had just met this girl, but he already knew he liked her. She had a fighter’s spirit, she wasnt hung over the fact that he was a hero and gawking at him like some object- she treated him like a person, not just some hero. She was sweet to him, even though she looked like she just had the crappiest night of her life. And the fact he found her unbelievably pretty made the butterflies fill his stomach with a ticklish feeling.

You two began to start talking a little, slowly becoming more comfortable. You talked about everything, from school to friends to hero work to anything you could think of. By the end, both of you were hurting from laughing and the smiles that were plastered on your faces.

You both reached the front steps of your apartment building, the look of happiness on your face making Kirishima feel great inside. He knew a comfortable walk would make you feel better- it always did for him. But he knew he just met you and he shouldn’t go out of his way so much to help a stranger, but you looked like you needed it. And he had this itching feeling like you deserved something good to happen to you. Everyone does, right?

You looked at him, feeling a rush of butterflies fill your stomach. You had never wanted to get to know someone more so hard in your life. To just know who he was and thank him properly would alleviate the sudden need to know him, not just “Red Riot”. You grabbed your hands tightly, wishing the walk wouldnt ever end.

“Thanks again for  everything,” you smiled warmly, making Red Riot’s stomach bubble with butterflies. 

“Yeah, no problem!” he replied, sadness ebbing into him at the thought of leaving you. His eyes suddenly light up, an idea striking him. 

“Do you by any chance have your phone on you?” he asked sweetly. You gave him a slightly confused look, but nodded, handing him your phone. 

He quietly punched in a few characters in the key pad, and then handed back your phone. You looked down and there was his phone number in your contacts, and his name- “Kirishima.”

“That’s my last name-and- uh- my number,” he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, “If you never need anything, or want to talk and maybe...go on a date, just-”

“How about tomorrow at 2?” you asked quickly, wanting so badly to meet him again. 

Kirishima was caught completely off guard- in a good way. Electricity flooded his body, as if all his nerves were on everload..

“2 so great! I'll be off tomorrow, so wherever you want to meet, I'll be there!” His smile was so happy and large, you couldn't help but smile back. 

“Thanks again,” you said softly, feeling as if you were in a dream.

Then you did something you wouldn't even expect from yourself- you kissed him on the cheek, before looking one last time at your hero before you closed your front door softly.

“Wait!” Kirishima yelled as he realized something.

“Hm?” you opened the door a crack, your freezing legs hidden behind the warm inside of the door.

“I never got your name!”

You laughed as you realized you never actually did introduce yourself. “Its y/n!”

Kirishima thought your name was beautiful- a pretty name to match a pretty girl. “Well- good night y/n!” You waved goodbye, a smile playing on your lips as you closed your door.

Kirishima looked at your front porch, the spot you kissed still tingling and his heart pounding. He looked at your door in a blissful daze- he couldn’t believe that just happened. A grin spread on his face as he finally turned away from your house, and walked off with a warmth creeping in his chest. A pretty girl he saved kissed him. Well- on his cheek- but still. It was a win for the books.

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Requests open!!!!!

[gyeomiezee]

Hi! Could you do some husband/boyfriend got7 reaction on these quarentine days? It's very necessary, but it's boring too

These aren’t really reactions but more of what I see them doing as boyfriends during this time. I’m sure they’d be worried but with their love by their side, they’d be content. Heres just a few members!

Mark:

You sat between his legs as his arms rested on your shoulders. His eyes glued to the screen while yours were watching his hands. He’d been playing his games since it was advised to stay in doors. Your gaze was content on his thumbs as they smoothly maneuvered over the controller before you glanced at the screen. 

“I want to play” you mumbled as you leaned back against him.

“Next round” he sighed out. 

“You said that 2 rounds ago” you complained as you looked up at him.

“Did I?”

“Mhmm” you sighed out as you closed your eyes. 

You waited a total of 20 minutes for his round to end before he leaned back and stretched. He glanced down at your head on his lap before smiling and grabbing an extra controller. 

“Are you sure you want to play? I’m not going to go easy on you” he smirked 

“I’m sure” You smiled as you sat up, taking the controller out of his hands

He watched as you sat there in content, your eyes focused on the screen as it loaded. He picked the easiest game mode just for you, and you knew that. He started off easy on you, but soon regretted it when he realized what was happening. 

“Ya!! YA YA! THATS CHEATING” you cried as he soon began his attack on your neck. 

“Not uh” he mumbled as his eyes watched the screen but his thumb grazed your skin. 

“Knock it off” you huff as you got to your knees to obstruct his view of the tv.

“Ya! Look who’s cheating now!” he growled as he rested his chin on your shoulders, his arms moving around your waist. 

“You started it first” you mumbled as you focused on the game.

You lasted longer than he expected you to during the game but it ended in his victory. He smiled as you started to pout, your bottom lip sticking out just slightly as you crossed your arms. He leaned down and pecked your lips slightly before setting his controller on the coffee table. 

“I’ve never lost a game and I’m not going to lose to you…yet” he sighed out as he went to the kitchen. 

“Best of three?” you call out as you watch him open the fridge. 

“You think you have the chance?” he called back

“Of course I do! I learned from the best” you sighed as you laid out on the sofa. 

“Flattering me isn’t going to work” he said as he grabbed out a cool bottle of water and leaned against the counter. 

“…Who said it was you? Youngjae taught me too” you teased as you glanced over at him.

“Best of three” he sighed out. 

Jinyoung:

His legs were tangled with yours as you both sat on the sofa, a book in both of your hands. His coffee sitting on the table in front of him right next to yours. His eyes glued to the pages as his foot gently taps against your leg. A small smile creeping on your lips as you reach for your mug. 

“Be careful it’s hot” he warns as he turns his page and glances up at you for a brief moment. 

He watched as your fingers curled around the warm mug, your lips pressing against the rim as you gently blew against the liquid. Smiling as you took a sip, you glanced up at him. His lips curling into his gentle smile as he looked back at his novel. 

The silence was blissful, listening to the steady rhythms of your breathing in sync with his, the soft turns of the pages as you both read. His gaze shifted to you often as you studied your pages. Watching your lips move yet no words came out. Smiling as the sun cast is light against your hair, illuminating your figure. Breathtakingly beautiful to him as he watched you. 

Your gaze shifted from your pages, watching him slightly as he took the corner of his page between his fingers. His eyes grazing the page, his lips parted slightly as he read. You smiled as he smiled, unaware he knows you’re staring at him. He reaches for his coffee, bringing it to his lip. 

Moments later he shifts, your eyes glued to the pages but your legs move out of his way. His weight moved from his end of the sofa to the middle, you turn your head slightly, finishing reading your sentence before you look at him. His deep honey brown eyes locking with yours as your nose just barely grazes his. 

“What?” you mumble as you stare into his eyes.

“I love you” he whispers, his words causing your cheeks to heat up bringing in the pink hue he adored. 

“I love you too” you say softly as he takes your book from your hands. 

His forehead presses against your slightly as he smiles. Bringing your hand to his face, you cup his cheek gently, watching as his eyes flutter closed. Brushing his nose against yours softly, causing a soft laugh to escape your lips. His face moving to the crook of your neck as he relaxes against you. Your fingers instantly run through his hair as he pulls your body into his, shifting you towards the edge of the sofa. Holding you tightly against him as he yawns. 

You may have hated being cooped up indoors but you were grateful for these moments it gave you. You yawned as his warmth surrounded you, your eyelids fluttering closed. Your breathing syncs with his once more as you both drifted into a peaceful afternoon nap. 

Youngjae:

He lays on his back on the sofa, Coco curled up on his stomach as he stares at the t.v. His fingers curling against the small dog’s ear as he watches his dramas. You were standing in the kitchen, focused on making dinner. 

“You should come watch this with me” he mumbles as he glances at you. 

“I will when I finish dinner” You mumble as you chop up some veggies. 

He glances at you as he ruffles Coco’s fur. Watching as you leaned over the pan, stirring it before bringing the spoon to your lips. Sitting up the minute you hissed in slight pain. 

“Hot hot” you whisper to yourself as you pat your lip. 

“Are you okay?” he asks as he grabs the remote, pausing the show. 

“I’m fine, I just burned my lip is all” you say as you glance at him. 

You watch as he pats Coco off his lap and gets up, watching as he walks to the freezer and grabs out a single ice cube. He walks over and gently takes your chin between his index finger and thumb. You stare at him as he studies your slightly red lip before dabs the ice cube against it gently. 

“You should be more careful” he coo’s as he pops the ice cube in his mouth and lets you go. 

“It wasn’t that bad” you sighed as you stirred the pan once more. 

He smiled as he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. The weight of his chin on your shoulder as you continue cooking. Occasionally helping you when you needed it. His laughs echoing through your apartment as dinner cooked. 

“You’re a really good cook, you know that” he said as he watched you dish up his plate. 

“I’m glad you think so” you smiled as you spoke, setting his plate on the counter “Can you take these to the table while I get Coco’s dinner?”

He obeyed silently as he watched you walk towards Coco’s food dishes. Opening the little food box, you pour a cup of dog food into the bowl. Coco’s little paws tapped against the floor, soon the little white dog was in front of the bowl. Your fingers gently scratch the dogs head before standing. 

“Thank you for cooking,” Youngjae said as you sat down at the table. 

“And thank you for doing the dishes” you teased as you picked up your chopsticks. 

“Rock, Paper Scissors”

[monsterlovinghours]

So... I found an interesting tweet and was wondering if you'd write something sexy for it.... "In Vietnam it's a popular belief that if you are single in your 20s there is a ghost following you and hindering your romantic life because it wants to be with you and I just want to tell my personal ghost to quit being a coward and fuck me already." Also I claim the ✨ Emoji, if that's okay?

That’s fine with me, Starburst! holy fucking moly this took me forever to finish and this turned out way longer than i had originally planned but fuck this is such a neat idea and it just kinda snowballed but it’s finally done hurrah!!!!

fem!reader, just bear with me i am soft and full of feelings and i need to self insert

Bitter tears stung her eyes as she unlocked the front door to her empty apartment. Her empty, cold, lonely apartment. Another unsuccessful first date, ruined before any real potential could be reached. Everything seemed to go wrong; first her car wouldn't start, then her Uber was late, the table next to theirs at the restaurant was noisy and obnoxious, and the movie they had wanted to see had been sold out. Her date hadn't offered any suggestions to further the date, just sighed and took her home. He didn't even try to touch her, barely looked at her, and that stung more than she cared to admit, to feel invisible and undesirable. If he was the first, second, or even the fifth, it might not have hurt quite so badly. But the numerous dates she had gone on since entering her twenties had all gone the same way, ending too soon without a single spark of chemistry. Was there something wrong with her? Was she that repulsive?

Sighing, she swallowed her tears for the moment and walked dejectedly to her bedroom, dropping her purse and keys as she went. Down came her hair from the careful twist she had pinned it into, Mediterranean blue waves spilling down her back, her dress shed and her shoes kicked off. Makeup removed and dressed in panties and an oversized shirt, she slipped into bed, curling up with a pillow hugged to her chest. Finally, she let the tears come, sobbing out her hurt, her frustration, her loneliness. She had thought that perhaps this would be the one that went somewhere, that she'd finally break the cycle and maybe, just once, she'd have the chance to feel wanted, to feel seen. To love and be loved, like everyone else. But no; either she was entirely unloveable, or some force out there was deliberately fucking things up for her. In desperation, she angrily muttered through her tears, "Whatever cosmic entity has decided that I'm going to be lonely and hurting forever, could you either fuck off or come fuck me yourself?"

Thud

Something fell from her desk, something relatively heavy, and she sat up with a start and a gasp, her heart hammering. Her journal had fallen to the floor, lying open on a date that was still several months in the future, and the pen that she kept tucked in the pages…was standing upright on the page, scribbling something onto the paper. Her heart rose up into her mouth, fluttering sickeningly. That...was...not normal. Slowly, she slid out of bed, approaching the journal as if it were a live thing, dangerous and fanged and unpredictable. The pen finished whatever it was writing and fell over, and she knelt to read the message it left behind.

i thought you'd never ask babe

She sat back, her eyes darting around the space as if she could catch a glimpse of the mysterious specter that seemed to be listening, watching. Her voice soft, hesitant and tremulous, she asked, "Is someone there?"

Instantly, the pen flew upright again, scratching something out just below its previous message.

been here the whole time sorry about your date. 

"Oh my fucking god," she breathed, her pulse pounding in her ears. "Who...who are you? How long have you been here? Are you the one fucking with my love life?"

whoa one question at a time babes

To calm herself, she took a deep breath. "How long have you been following me?"

5 years 

"Jesus." She let out a breath, unsurprised to feel her hands shake as she ran them back through her hair. "Why?"

its complicated id rather tell you face 2 face

Her brow furrowed, getting to her feet to switch on her light. "Okay. So come out and talk to me. Why are you hiding?” The pen scratched across the paper insistently.

invisible not hiding

“So...make yourself visible?” She crouched by the journal, noticing that the pen was digging into the paper so hard it was nearly tearing it. 

Can’t until you say my name

“So what’s your name?”

Can’t tell you

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she groaned, throwing up her hands in exasperation. The pen suddenly flew across the room, where a poster that had been hanging on her wall swung loose, then fluttered to the ground. Her poster of the constellations. The pen was circling something, a name...the name of a star. 

“Betelgeuse?”

Almost excitedly, the pen wrote next to the star, the words jagged and sloppy.

Two more times!!!

She paused, wondering if this was truly a good idea. “Beetlejuice.”

One more one more one more please baby gimme one more

One beat, then two, then she threw caution to the wind and spoke the word one final time. “Beetlejuice.”

Her light flickered, as if to announce the sudden appearance of a very real, very solid looking figure standing with their feet planted on her poster, wearing a suit of dirty black and white stripes and a grin that could light up a small town. “You said it! You finally said it! I’ve been trying to get you to talk to me for five fucking years and you finally said my name!” Before she could speak or even breathe, he had all but lunged for her, wrapping her up in his arms, the smell of damp earth filling her lungs even as he tried to squeeze the breath out of them. Ineffectually, she squirmed in his over-enthusiastic embrace, trying to wriggle away, to take a minute to process what the fuck was happening and who the fuck was standing in her bedroom right now. 

“Wait wait, hold on, so...your name is Beetlej-”

“Shhhhh!” He clapped a hand over her mouth, shaking his head vehemently. “Don’t say it. I’m sorry babes, but I’ve waited too long for this to go tits-up now.” He lowered his hand slowly, that grin resurfacing. “Okay, so I know you’ve got a lot of questions and you must be pretty excited to meet your own personal ghost but before we get to the boring stuff I gotta do one thing first.” Without giving her a chance to ask, his hands slid to her waist, pulling her to him even as he dipped her back and kissed her, his lips like ice, though surprisingly soft. What surprised her most was not the kiss itself, but rather her lack of aversion to it; she tried to tell herself it was because she hadn’t been kissed in so long that she was desperate for any kind of affection, even the strange, otherworldly, and rather abrupt kind. Oddly enough, she even found herself kissing him back, her fists gripping the lapels of his coat as he set her upright again. That Cheshire grin still hitched the corners of his mouth high, and his gaze raked over her like a physical caress, cool, white hands still curved in her waist. 

"Alright. Fire away, babes, ask me anything."

"Um…" Her head spun, thoughts racing, heart still pounding a chaotic timpani in her ears. "Did...did you say 'my own personal ghost'?"

"I sure did. You're one of the lucky gals that gets a ghost attached to ya when you reach adulthood. And you've got the luck of the draw, sweet stuff, because you managed to snag the Ghost with the Most!" His thumbs hooked into his suspenders, though oddly enough, two hands still stayed clasping her waist.

"And you...you've been fucking with my dates...screwing around with my love life for five years?"

Her voice raised a bit in pitch, and he had the presence of mind to look sheepish. "Sorry about that, but none of those schmucks were good enough for you. I had to scare 'em off, you're mine."

"Excuse me??" She broke his grasp, stepping away from him as her brows knitted together in hurt and anger. "I've spent five years convinced there was something wrong with me, that I was repulsive or unattractive or unlovable, because no one ever made it past the first date, and you waited this long to tell me that it was you the whole time? Do you have any idea how worthless I felt after each failed date? How broken a-and defective I felt? How-”

“Hey hey, take it easy for a second, dollface!” He grasped at her wrists; until he grabbed them, she hadn’t realized how wildly she was gesturing. “Look, I tried. I’ve been trying since the moment I saw you to get you to talk to me. It ain’t exactly easy for the dead to communicate with the living. But you knew I was there, didn’t you? Hasn’t every house you’ve lived in felt just a little bit haunted?” She paused, thinking back to all the doors she had closed but hadn’t opened, the objects on the floor that had been sitting secure on a shelf when she’d left, the quiet moments when she couldn’t sleep when she swore she could feel eyes on her. Encouraged by her pause, he continued. “You breathers are stubborn, you just don’t wanna see what’s right under your noses. Until tonight, I barely had enough influence on the living world to push a piece of paper off the desk. But you...you called for me. You finally gave in and called for me.” He grinned again, and though the fangs should have made him seem frightening and demonic, he just seemed...relieved. “I was finally able to tell you my name, and let me tell ya, there hasn’t been a single sound in my very, very long existence sweeter than you calling my name.”

She took a deep breath in, processing everything he had told her, everything that had happened in...god, had it only been three minutes? “What did you mean when you said that...I was yours? What does that mean?”

He shrugged, pulling her closer, his hand pressing against the small of her back. “Means you’re mine, babe. It means that you’re my girl.” Something dulled the gleam in his eyes, and to her surprise, the green in his hair began to fade to a deep, shamed violet. “I was there for every night you fell asleep cryin’ over some guy who would have only hurt you in the end. It gutted me that I couldn’t do anything to help. You’re my baby, and I don’t like to see you hurt, and I really don’t like being the one to hurt you. But it had to be done. You didn't belong with any of them." He opened his mouth as if to say something else, but shook his head, his eyes squeezing shut as his hair faded back to green, as if he were forcing the color to appear. "We're wasting too much time talking when I should be kissing you."

"W-We just met!" The outrage on her voice felt like a show, a dutiful proper response to finding a green-haired, handsy ghost in her bedroom. But she hadn't once tried to wriggle out of his arms, unconsciously leaning closer when his hand slid up her spine.

Beetlejuice shook his head, stepping into her, strands of pink peeking through the green of his hair as he felt her body against his, solid and oh, so warm. "We've known each other for years, honey. You may not have had a face or a name, but deep down you've always known I was there. If I was just some stranger, you'd have run for the hills by now." She wanted to argue, but as much as she didn't want to admit it, he was right. His presence felt familiar, like a memory from her past she had all but forgotten about, but the emotions attached still lingered. It was why she hadn’t struggled when he reached for her, hadn’t tried to shake off his grasp, had kissed him back. His grin widened when she didn’t argue or protest, and he pulled her close, her body flush to his; he all but purred at the way her lashes fluttered, her hands naturally settling on his shoulders, as if they had done this a hundred times.

“Let me kiss you,” he rasped, holding her chin in his hand. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long, babe, please...let me give you a real kiss.” There wasn’t much more than a fraction of a second of hesitation before she nodded, gaze flicking to his mouth just before the distance closed and her brought her lips to his. With that first urgent kiss out of the way, this one was softer, more patient, sweet, and when she felt his tongue trace the seam of her lips, she parted them without question. Oh, it was wonderful, more so than she had ever dreamed, to be kissed like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, to have hands pressed so close to her skin, as if she would slip from his fingers and shatter if he let go. She wasn’t quite sure how they had ended up on her bed, but the softness of the duvet embraced her as he laid her back, kneeling over her. She moaned as the tip of his tongue flicked against hers, the sound echoed as he tasted the first flickers of her pleasure, soft and tremulous, like the first stretch of the wings of a newly emerged butterfly. 

“I wanna touch you,” he growled, his kisses trailing down her neck. “Fuck, you taste so good already, baby.” One of his hands rested at her collarbone, waiting for the invitation to slip lower. “Please, honey, let me pull your shirt up? Wanna feel just how warm you are under there…”

“Wait,” she said breathlessly, leaning up on one elbow. He seemed confused, perhaps just a touch annoyed, but he stopped. “All those years you spent following me around...did you ever…” She gestured to herself. He smirked.

“Of course not. Not that I didn’t want to, sweetness, but when I saw you for the first time, I wanted you to be able to see me back, y’know?”

“And when I...had...alone time?” She arched a brow, and his grin widened. 

“Didn’t see a thing. Scout’s honor. Though, I definitely heard quite a lot. You know, you’re not nearly as quiet as you think you are.” Her cheeks flushed red, and she turned her head to the side in an attempt to mute the color rising in her cheeks. “Nope, huh-uh. Keep those eyes on me, babe.” His fingers gripped her chin again, bringing her gaze back to his. “I want you to keep looking at me, no matter what.” She nodded, and he grinned, kissing the tip of her nose. “Good girl. Now, lemme get a look at you.” Perhaps not quite as slowly as he should have, he grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it, groaning as her breasts came into view, soft and tipped with dusky pink. “Oh fuck,” he nearly whimpered, and she moaned as his hips pressed into hers, seeking warmth and friction. “Such a gorgeous little thing. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen you come in from the cold, saw these little beauties all stiff and hard through your shirt, and wanted to tease them with my tongue until I had you moaning and squirming.”

She shivered, letting loose a soft sound of want as he settled his weight more firmly over her, purring like a cat as he leaned down to kiss her nipples, first one, then the other. A moan left her as she felt his tongue softly lick at one stiff peak, her hand tangling in his hair, which to her surprise pulled an answering moan from him. Seems she had found a weak spot.

Oh, she had never dreamed that this would feel so nice, his mouth at her breasts, sucking, kissing, licking, teasing. His hands, still cool but warmer than before, squeezed the full flesh, kneading restlessly, and she arched her back, pulling her shirt off all the way and moaning. His scruff tickled her skin, made her shiver and break out in goosebumps, and she let her fingers drift through his hair, causing him to spill little growls and purrs against her skin.

"Ohhhh, baby," he groaned, lifting his head, his hair a deep rose pink, his pupils wide, drinking in the sight of her. "Baby girl, I've dreamt of this moment for five years, I wanted to make it so good for you. But I don't think I can wait." His hand slipped down her body, palm flat to her skin to touch as much of her as he could at once, then slid between her legs, inside her panties to cup her sex, the heel of his hand pressing into her clit. She keened, her toes curling, and he groaned in response. "Please, babe," he murmured, pushing the tip of his middle finger into her. "Please?"

"Yes," she said, with no hesitation, nodding enthusiastically. "Yes, god, please."

There it was again, that mega-watt grin, his mouth split wide with joy. "Thank you, doll, fuck...oh, I've been wanting this for far too long." He sat up, and in the time it took for him to be upright again, his clothing-suit, tie, and all-had vanished, leaving him naked and visibly throbbing. His hands shook as he pulled down her panties, his cock twitching as he saw her bare for the first time. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, my god…” Nearly the same temperature as her now, he touched her, thumb rubbing her clit as he pressed two fingers inside. “Has any guy ever done this to you before," he asked lowly, his free hand sliding up her thigh as he watched his fingers slide in and out of her. 

"No." Her answer came immediately with a shake of her head, hips rolling against his hand. "No one."

"I knew it." He grinned, withdrawing his fingers and popping them in his mouth with a deep groan. "Knew you'd wanna save this for me." Licking his lips to savor her, he crawled over her, grasping himself to guide his cock to her entrance. The tip pressed inside, and he groaned, shivering as he saw her teeth come down on her lower lip. "Feel okay?"

"Feels great," she murmured, reaching up to hesitantly cup his cheek in her hand. "You can move, honey, you won't hurt me." Her heart gave a funny little stutter as he nuzzled into her palm, as if craving her touch. He began to rock his hips, so shallow and gentle, widening her for him, though she could see the strain it put on him to go slow, the tension in his shoulders and the clench of his jaw. Any last doubts she had about him melted away as she fully understood the care he was treating her with. To wait so long for somebody, to be with them every second and watch them laugh and cry and hurt without you, to ache with the need to touch them and be near them, and for the object of your affections to not be able to see you, let alone touch you...she could only imagine how frantic for her he must feel, but he was taking the time to consider her comfort, setting a slow pace despite the fact that it must be torture for him. “Beej?” She spoke the nickname softly, and his gaze focused on her with laser intensity, teeth exposed in a grin. “You don’t have to take it so slow, I won’t break.” Her thumbs stroked over his cheeks, slipping down to cup the sides of his neck and trace his jaw. “I want you to...to feel me. I made you wait so long, honey, but you can make up for lost time now. Don’t hold back.”

A thousand expressions crossed his face at once, his hand sliding around the back of her neck to lift her head, pressing his forehead to hers. “Baby,” he rasped, sounding on the brink of some tremulous emotion, “are you sure? I want this to be good for you-”

“This is as much for you as it is for me. If...if we’re really meant for each other, then isn’t it my job to take care of you, too?”

Beetlejuice let out a soft noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob, his lips pressing desperately to hers. “How did I get so fucking lucky to land a babe like you?” And with a snap of his hips, he was fully hilted, his eyes rolling back to the whites as she jolted in his arms, her wet warmth squeezing him, gripping him so tight. A string of curses left his lips, some in a strange language she suspected wasn’t from anywhere aboveground, and she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, anchoring herself to him. “Fuck, that’s it, babycakes,” he crooned, his hips rolling, groaning with each delicious slide within her velvet. “Ohhh shit, you take me so well...yeah, fuck, you feel so damn good, sweet stuff. You doin’ okay?”

Oh God, was she ever. It was a little uncomfortable at first; while he was average in length, he more than made up for it in width, and there had been a strange burning as she stretched to accommodate him. But that sensation of fullness, of movement, of joining...was indescribable. It felt like breathing for the first time. Like the final piece of a puzzle slotting into place. Like the ceasing of a lifelong pain she had grown too used to to notice until it was no longer there. “Yeah,” she answered, tears gathering in her eyes. “I’m great. P-Please, you can go faster.”

He looked stricken at the glisten of her eyes and the tremble in her voice. “You sure? We can stop if it hurts, babes, I don’t-”

“No.” Her hands shot up to thread through his hair, yanking on it to pull him down into a kiss, the first time she had kissed him. “God, no. It doesn’t hurt, honey, it feels...oh, you feel so fucking good…” To emphasize her point, she squeezed her walls around him, bucking her hips up, and he groaned, shuddering against her. “More, please, I need more of you.”

His mouth left hers, but his lips wouldn’t or couldn’t seem to leave her skin, kissing across her cheek, the delicate shell of her ear, down her throat. “Fuck, say it again,” he murmured into the hollow of her throat as his pace increased, pushing harder, faster, the sense of something on the verge of collapse filling the room around them.

She knew what he meant, and she smiled, combing her fingers through his hair, neck arching as her hair spread across the pillow. “I need you,” she repeated, her body meeting his, rising up as he pushed down, rolling and cresting and crashing like waves against the shores of her bedsheets. “I need you, please.”

Whatever splintering dam had been holding him back finally broke, and he latched his teeth into her throat with a cry, slamming into her with unrestrained passion, marking her at her pulse, her collarbones, even just under her jaw. She was his, his, and no one else could ever have her now. She had called him, accepted him, opened herself to him in so many ways, in ways he never dreamed a beauty like her ever would. Praise dripped from his lips like rain, showering her in attention and bite marks. Her back curved, her body alight with sensation, each nerve electrified as she held him tighter and tighter, curling herself around him and letting herself get lost in him. This was everything she had wanted, everything she had been missing, in the world’s most unconventional lover. Affection, pleasure, desire, playfulness, care and attention. Her heart melted, her entire self surrendering to him; she felt it now, felt the rightness of his claim. She was his, body and soul. She always had been. 

His moans changed in pitch, his thrusts frantic, mindlessly chasing his pleasure as he took her hand, pressing it into the bed beside her head as his fingers wove between hers. “Babe, fuck, I’m gonna come...can I come inside you, baby? Huh? Can I fill you up, sweetness, fill you up and make you come with me? Please, baby girl, I’m so close…” He growled, nipping at her earlobe. “Let me make you mine.”

She nodded, almost too breathless to reply. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please, I’m already yours.”

He groaned, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it back before releasing it. “Say it again. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m y-oohh fuck!” She cried out, cursing as his free hand began rubbing her clit, hard and fast, tripling her pleasure all at once. “I’m yours!”

“Again, babes…”

“Yours, Beej, I’m yours!”

“Louder, baby, scream for me!”

“Yours!”

With a shout, he broke, his entire body shivering as he came, cool and so deep within her she could practically taste it. The fingers at her clit didn’t let up, and moments later she was following him, her pleasure crackling through her, spreading like lightning across a stormy sky through her body. Her vision faded, dimmed, but the light of his smile and the sound of his voice remained clear as day, grounding her as the muscles in her body unfurled one by one, her body collapsing against the bed as the pleasure faded slowly. There was the sensation of something dripping down her thighs, something wet and just slightly cooler than her own skin, and a delicious little shiver went through her at the sensation, heightening the little aftershock tremors. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, lowering himself to rest his head on the pillow of her breasts, “that was worth the wait.” His hands cupped them, pressed them together as he buried his face between them. For a few moments, everything was silent and still, his lips skimming her skin in little butterfly kisses as she stroked her fingers through his hair, catching her breath. Then, she heard something, heard his voice, heard a muffled voice murmur something that sounded suspiciously like, “I love you.”

“What was that?”

Lifting his face ever so slightly, but not looking up at her, he said loudly, “I said you have nice tits!” The words tumbled out of him a little too quickly, and the sudden flush of pink in his hair was a sign that he hadn’t meant for her to hear him, or perhaps he hadn’t meant to speak out loud at all. Either way, she didn’t press the matter, smiling secretly to herself. His kisses, however, became firmer, his tongue even darting out to flick against her skin, and she moaned, wriggling against him as his lips began to migrate south. 

“Where’re you headed, honey?”

“God, I like hearing you call me that.” He grinned up at her, licking over her navel. “What, you didn’t think I was done with you, didja? No way, dollface, I’ve got five years of lovin’ to make up for.” 

She could have made the argument that they had tons of time to make up for those five years, but as his fingers spread her open to allow his tongue to lap at her clit, the sentence was erased from her mind, her hips jolting up into his mouth. It had been worth it, she decided as his clever, hungry mouth sent her spiraling into one frenzied orgasm after another. All the heartache and tears and lonely nights had been worth it, since it had all lead up to him. For the first time, she felt wanted. Felt loved. Felt truly, finally seen.

[lancearcherinrippedjeans]

Fun Sized Matchmaker

ICBeing The Elite Part 2 

Click right HERE for Part 1, It Started with The Janela Zone

Pairings -  Adam Page x OFC, Chuck Taylor x OC, Marq Quen x OFC

Category - Fluff, comedy, more angsty than the last

Warnings/Promises - Anxiety attacks, cussing

Word Count - 2216

Summary/Desc - Parker struggles to believe Chuck really likes her, Gabby meets the Elite, Bri and Marq wonder what they are. 

“Marko leave me alone about it!” Parker bursted out, carrying her legs away from one of her newer friends. Marko had to practically jog to catch up with her, for one, she was way taller, and two, she walked fast. “Oh come on! It’s pretty clear that he likes you!” She stopped all of a sudden, making him run into her back.

“Oh my God- Marko get up.” Parker gave him a hand before continuing, “It’s been ONE, I’ll say it again ONE, UNO, EINS, ODIN week. And plus he wouldn’t want someone like me.”

“Yes he would! He’s been talking about you the whole week, even Jack is starting to like you.” “Ha ha, very funny jokes.” 

This was normal behavior for Parker. She wouldn't believe anyone liked her, because of past relationships, all, clearly, never worked out. Even if he did, he would probably get tired of her, like every other boy, girl or person. Marko gave her a look, “You don’t know that. Plus it was meant to be.” Parker looked down at him for the last sentence. “Have you NOT seen all the posts people have made about you two?” Her eyes widened, “What. Posts. Marko.”

He pulled out his phone, showing her the posts from Instagram, Twitter and even Tumblr. Parker instantly wanted to just curl up in a ball and die. Anxiety felt worse than what it usually did. And just to make things worse, she looked over to see Trent and Chuck standing 20 feet away. So what’s the first thing anyone would do? Run and run till you reach outside. She made it outside and broke down, she’d had her fair share of anxiety attacks, but this one seemed different. 

She felt way more sick, mouth dry and felt like she was about to pass out. She heard footsteps approaching, “What was tha-?” Marko noticed the state she was in, and tried his best to calm her down, “Hey hey, you got this. You gotta be ready for your Being The Elite segment later.” She went through her usual steps to calm down, and they took a while but they worked. She stood up and dusted herself off, “How bad did it look like I was crying?”

Marko shrugged, “I think it’s a good idea you decided to do your makeup later.” Parker lightly shoved him, “Dork.”

Gabby and Adam were walking down the hallway, hand in hand when Adam had a surprise. “Ok close your eyes.” Adam said, moving in front of Gabby. “Oh lord.” Gabby shook her head but still did what the cowboy said. Adam pulled out this small suede black box. “Ok open.” Adam had the biggest smile on his face. Gabby opened her eyes, with a smile on her face and gave him a big hug, she said no words in that moment.

Gabby pulled her hand out for Adam to put on the ring. “You like it?” Adam questioned. “I love it! thank you so much, I love you” Gabby was excited. Adam had bought her a promise ring, both of their names on each side with a diamond in the middle. “How did you get this so fast?” “Don’t worry, I know people who know people.” They laughed it off.

“Well don’t you think this is a lot for us not being together that long? Like I love you, but isn’t this a bit much?” Gabby tilted her head in confusion. “I don’t plan on leaving this anytime soon, you don’t plan on leaving this anytime soon. What’s the wait?” Adam palmed her chin rubbing her cheek. “You right, I guess we aren’t moving that fast.” Gabby smirked. The couple walked towards the rest of the roster, hands locked as always.

The Elite

The The Elite

The Elite

The The Elite

The Elite

The The Elite

Superkick PAAARRRR-

Jack Daniels bottle in one hand, Gabby’s waist in the other. A drunk Adam Page and a sober Gabby walked into the EVP’s room where you would find The Elite hanging out as usual. “Hey guys!” Adam lifted his bottle, greeting them. “Who the fuck is she?” Kenny questioned. “Yeah Adam you can’t just bring one of your female friends in here.” Matt stated.

“Guys just chill, this is Gabby. Remember Joey's friend?” Adam said, putting his bottle on the coffee table.“Hi! Just thought I’d ya know introduce myself since me and Adam are-“ Adam placed his finger over her lips in the middle of her talking. “I know who she is, what’s that on your finger gabby?” Nick pointed at her hand. “Look I wasn’t gonna tell y’all but, we are together and are in love.” Adam pulled Gabby in tighter.

“You’re dating?!” The trio of Kenny and The Bucks yelled. Gabby put her hand up with the ring on her finger, “Yup, and he gave me a promise ring!” “Who would’ve thought Adam would be in a relationship.” Nick softly smirked. Kenny looked down and laughed in silence before getting up and walking out the room. “Kenny!!! Don’t leave!”' Matt screamed then walked out to the hallway.

“Wonder what’s wrong with hi-“ Gabby pulled Adam into a kiss, cutting off his words.

sHoTs sHoTs ShOtS

Bri and Private Party were walking down the hallway again, way more calm than last week. They were almost off camera when they, once again, bumped into Nick Jackson. He sighed heavily, “I already told y’all last week I wasn’t interested.” Marq put his hands up, “Woah woah woah, Nick. Slow your roll there.” Nick looked irritated. “We weren’t tryna set y’all two up last week.” “So what? You’re gonna try and do it this week?”

“Nah,” Marq put his arm around Bri’s shoulder and pointed at her, “This mines now.”

Nick squinted, “Yeah right.” “You don’t believe me?” Nick crossed his arms, “Nope.”

Marq detached his arms from Bri and got up in Nick’s face, the tables had turned, “I’m deadass!” Nick had jumped back, surprised from what he just heard and was left silent while Bri and Marq walked away. Nick was about to continue down the hallway when Isiah put his hand up to stop him. Nick looked at him and shook his head, whispering no multiple times. When Isiah put his hand up and did a motion like he was dropping a microphone.

Nick was left stunned, “Damn. Alright then.”

Attempted Murder

There was a knock on a locker room door, you heard “Come in!” from the other side and when the door opened, you saw The Best Friends accompanied with Parker, eyes widened. “Hey...Brandon.” Trent let out quickly looking towards Parker, glaring.

“Do you guys by any chance know who hit me last week?” Brandon asked from behind the camera. They all shook their heads. “Are you sure? Cause the Bucks found me last week in here, stuffed in a suitcase.”

Chuck shrugged, a plain look on his face. Parker spoke up, “Actually, I might know who.” She paused, “I’ll tell you where they are!” She got up and walked out the door, motioning for everyone else in the room to come out. She started stating random directions and pointing, Best Friends stood behind her. “Wait so who am I looking for?” “Oh.” Chuck said, looking at Parker. “Well, y’know.” She shrugged, before they all took off running, well, except for Orange, who lazily walked behind them.

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What Nick you’re not gonna sing it all with me this time?

The three friends had gone their separate ways this week after the show. Bri with Private Party, Gabby with her love and Parker packing up by herself.

The newest couple, Gab and Adam, were sitting at the bar at Daily’s Place, drinking as always. When they both heard a very familiar voice, one Gabby knew pretty well. “Long time no see huh?” said Joey Janela, he sat right next to the two of them. “What’s up Joey?” Adam took a sip of his drink before wrapping his arm around Gabby’s shoulders. Gabby didn’t really think to tell Joey about her and Adam , after he left with Sonny last week they rarely talked. “My bad Joey, I didn’t really tell you about last week.” “It's cool, what happened?” Joey questioned. “That’s bae,” he motioned towards Gabby, “is what happened” Adam added. “Please don’t mind him Joey, he’s drunk. But he ain’t lie.” Gabby looked away from Joey.

“Oh really? I’m happy for you! Guess I can call myself a matchmaker right?” Joey smiled. “Guess so, I’ll catch up later.” Gabby said before getting up and giving Joey a hug goodbye, Adam just waved at him. “Don’t act like that Adam, we are friends, geez.'' Adam just took another sip of his drink not responding to what Gabby said. “You’re so lucky you're drunk right now, otherwise this would be an argument” Gabby playfully sneered before walking away from the bar.

In the corner of the bar, Bri was talking to Marq, what happened last week was in the back of their heads. They were both laughing when he asked the question, “Did you mean to throw up? Or did you mean to kiss me?” Bri shrugged, “Well, I would like to do the second one right now, since I didn’t get to last time.” Marq shook his head, “Then what are you waiting for?”

Bri leaned forward and attached her lips with Marq’s. It wasn’t long, but it sure was sweet. Like they had been waiting to do that forever. They had both smiled. “Wait so what are we?”

He shrugged, “Guess we’ll see.” She had smiled and kissed him again, before going back to the conversation before.

Far away from the bar, packing her bags was Parker. Still upset from talking with Marko earlier. She liked Chuck, she really did. But she felt scared, what Marko has been saying could be a lie, or it could be the truth, but those feelings could easily go away.

Before she knew it, a tear rolled down her cheek. There was a knock on the door in the room she was in when she quickly wiped the tear. “What, what who is it?” In walked Marko, smile on his face, “So? How do you feel?” She sighed, “Great, I really hope we all get to keep coming back. Even though we aren’t really wrestlers.” Marko rolled his eyes, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what?” “Didn’t he ask?”

She put her stuff down and looked at him like he was crazy, “I’m gonna snatch that nose ring out if you don’t tell me what you’re talking about!”

He sighed annoyed, “Chuck said he was gonna come talk to you about last week cause y’know, he really wanted to ask out the question, but I guess he chickened out.” “What?! Where can I find him?!”

Marko thought for a second, “Oh! He said he was riding by himself tonight, unless you said yes, but he might be in the parking lot.” She quickly grabbed her phone and ran out, but came back in and hugged Marko, “Thank you.”

Off Parker was, like it was some cliche romance movie, and once she reached the parking lot she quickly looked around, but Chuck was nowhere to be seen. She mentally slapped herself for not exchanging numbers with him last week. She wanted to cry again, but instead she just started attacking a bush. Punching, kicking, and cussing out, a fucking plant.

She was clearly causing a scene, even though most of the people were gone and weren’t coming out. She heard a voice behind her, one she for once, wasn’t that nervous to hear, “Parker? What the heck are you doing?” She turned around and looked at the voice. Chuck looked concerned and confused.

“Did you chicken out?” “Chicken out of what?!” “Asking me to be with you! You Kentucky Born idiot!” “Marko told me you’re the one who chickened out!”

They looked at each other, confused before they exploded in fits of laughter. Parker looked up at him and just smiled. Chuck broke the silence, “So, are you just gonna continue to beat up an innocent bush or?” “Shut up!” She laughed and walked towards him, playfully hitting him over and over.

He laughed before grabbing her wrists, and they were silent for a moment. They had FINALLY done what they had both wanted to for a whole week, and that was to share a kiss. Chuck pulled away to ask, “So what do I call you? My girlfriend? Boyfriend? Significant other?”

Parker smiled, “Call me whatever.” “Alright, Parker, you’re my whatever.” They both just smiled at each other when you heard a small voice across the parking lot, “See! I told you he liked you!” Parker groaned, “Excuse me while I go beat him up.”

“Alright, don’t take too long, my whatever.” Parker ran after Marko, with a smile on her face. 

She wasn’t his thot anymore.

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Stark Spangled Banner One Shot: The Life of Marv

This is a one shot to accompany Stark Spangled Banner Ch11. Where we delve into the life of Marv the Turkey. As requested by @momobaby227​

Masterlist to the Series- Stark Spangled Banner

Hope you enjoy! Creative license has gone into this... I know nothing about turkeys bar what google told me!

Warnings- Bad language. Animal death.

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2001. It was a complete accident. Well, not going veggie, but Katie didn't mean to steal the poor thing from the farm. She really didn't. Well at least that's what she told Tony. And now it was sat in the large, sprawling grounds of the Malibu mansion whilst Tony simply pinched the bridge of his nose and glared at his 17 year old sister. "This has to be up there with the most DUMB assed things you have ever done". He rolled his eyes. "Ever" "I couldn't leave him" Katie said, "he was lonely and gonna end up someones Thanksgiving dinner." "Its a fucking turkey Kiddo."  Tony groaned, watching the bird strut around the grounds, completely non-plussed at being uprooted from the farmyard 20 miles up the road "that's what he was bred for" "Meat is murder Tony" "Oh for fucks sake..." he groaned "you know, I put up with this bullshit, the blue hair, the fucking emo clothes...but no. The Turkey goes back" "Best catch it then" Katie said, shrugging "I ain't taking Marv back to be killed." "Marv?" Rhodey asked, from where he was stood next to Tony "you called him Marv?" "He looks like Marv from Home Alone" "No, he looks like a turkey. A stolen turkey" Tony sighed "Rhodey, gimme a hand man..." "Oh no." Rhodey shook his head "this is all yours Tony" "I'll remember that..." Tony glared and stepped towards the bird. Instantly it flares its feathers up and made some kind of growling noise and launched at Tony who staggered backwards, toppling over one of the chairs that was positioned on the grounds. Katie doubled over with laughter and Rhodey let out a small snigger as Tony stood up, dusting down his jeans. "What the fuck?" He looked at Katie "how did you get near it?" Katie shrugged and walked over to Marv who looked at her shrewdly before he fluffed down his feathers and she bent to pick him up. "He likes me" "I give in." Tony groaned "I raised a stubborn, pig headed asshole" So Marv the Turkey lived for thanksgiving.

***** 2002 "Hey Marv" Katie cooed, stepping into the large pen that was the turkey's home. The bird strutted out of the large dog kennel he used as a house and Katie sat down, holding out her hand which contained a few blackberries. The turkey pecked at the fruit and she gently stroked his head before standing up and opening the gate to let him out of his pen. He followed Katie round the pool area and when she sat down on one of the loungers he plopped himself in the shade next to her, his eyes flicking around. "Just look..." Tony gestured to his sister and that fucking bird. Obediah snickered a little at the sight of the turkey sitting next to Katie like an obedient lap dog. "I think it's funny..." "You would." Tony took a pull from his beer "This is kinda your fault for not getting her a dog." Obi laughed. "How is this my fault?" Tony sputtered "she robbed the damned thing last year at Thanksgiving. Is that it, every time I say no to something she goes and steals?" Obi clapped him on the shoulder as Tony made his way to the large bi-folding doors. "Kiddo... you want eats?" At the sound of Tony's voice the turkey jumped to its feet and made a low chucking noise, and Katie laughed as Tony narrowed his eyes. "That thing is getting cooked this year." He glowered. But he didn't. And Marv the turkey lived for another Thanksgiving. **** 2003 "Katie you can't take the damned bird to the UK." "But he hates you." She looked at Tony. "How you gonna feed him and clean him out?" "I'm not. He's gonna go to a farm" "Don't you dare." She hissed. "Don't worry, I wont let him." Pepper soothed as the dark haired girl crossed her arms and glared at her brother "I'll make sure Marv stays" "Where is the little bastard anyway?" Tony asked, looking out into the yard. "Erm... I dunno." Katie frowned "Marv... MARV..." She headed off in search of her beloved bird and her calls suddenly got more frantic. "Did you let him go?" She demanded of Tony. "Trust me I would love nothing more." Tony sighed "but it's more than my life is worth. He has to be around here somewhere..." An hour it took until they finally located him in the downstairs bathroom, surrounded by an entire roll of shredded toilet paper. "I fucking hate that bird" Tony grumbled as Katie and Pepper tried and failed, miserably to hide their laughter. And Marv the turkey lived for another thanksgiving. **** 2004 "I swear he has been fine with me all term whilst you have been away!" Tony said, pulling his legs up onto the chair to avoid the bird pecking him to bits. "You saw the photos!" "Maybe he is just protective!" Katie grinned, reaching down and picking Marv up. He settled on her knee with a ruffle of feathers and closed his eyes, cooing softly as Katie gently ran her fingers over the top of his head. "Or maybe he is a giant ass hole" Tony grumbled, looking at the bird over his sunglasses. "Shhh don't listen to him Marv" Katie said, putting her hands over where the birds ears would be, or are, maybe, Tony has no idea. "Ooooh maybe we should get him a girlfriend" Tony sputtered and looked at his sister "no fucking way." "I'm only teasing" Katie sighed. "What do you fancy for lunch? Tony asked "I got some of that quinoa stuff and halloumi, thought we could knock up a salad..." "Great." Katie beamed "but you know I'm not veggie anymore right?" "Since when?" Tony rolled his eyes. "Since I discovered British bacon" she sighed. "Plus i decided its more about how the animals are kept before they die, ya know? So I make sure it's all free range, organically farmed stuff..." Tony ran a hand over his face before he shot the turkey a sly look "so, this Thanksgiving..." he mimed necking the animal and Katie glared at him. "No. He is a pet. I'm not eating him" So Marv the turkey lived for another thanksgiving. **** 2005 Tony threw a corn on the cob into the pen where Marv was strutting about. "Eat that you little shit" he grumbled, as the turkey eyed him beadily before he strutted over to the food and began to peck. "Think you need a new house" he said, pulling his jacket further around himself as the November wind coming from the ocean was slightly chilly. He walked round to the side of the dog kennel. The wood was starting to crack and splinter. Pulling out his phone he quickly googled for pet houses and came across something that looked pretty cool. A plastic igloo shaped thing for rabbits. He sent a photo to Katie who called him within 5 minutes as he had just locked the turkey up for the night and headed into the kitchen. "You buying Marv presents?" She giggled "The kennel looks scruffy." He shrugged simply "thought this would be better." "He will love it" she laughed. They talked for an hour or so before she excused herself to pack, as her flight home for the holidays was the next day. Tony glanced once more out of the window into the yard to see Marv retreating into his kennel with a strut and a ruffle of feathers. Rolling his eyes he flicked off the lights and headed down to his workshop. "Jarvis, pull up a photo of a Eglu rabbit house" he said, rolling up his sleeves "and convert it to a blue print" "Stark Industries branching out into pet houses now Sir?" The AI asked, amusement in his tone. "Something like that." Tony grumbled. And Marv the turkey lived another thanksgiving. ***** 2006 Tony knew instantly when Katie went outside and peeked into the pet house that something was wrong. She wrenched open the hood and reached in and turned to the house with the bird in her arms. "I think he is sick..." she said, her tone laced with worry as she carried Marv into the kitchen. Tony peered down at the bird, and he had to admit he didn't look well. His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy. "Take him into the lounge" he said softly. Katie sniffed slightly and carried him through the kitchen and Tony sighed. "Jarvis... what is the average lifespan for a turkey?" He asked quietly. "The maximum recorded lifespan for a turkey in captivity is twelve years and four months. For turkeys living in the wild, the maximum is less than ten years, but the average life expectancy of a male turkey is just over 2 years and just over 3 years for females." Jarvis replied. Tony shook his head and sighed, grabbed the punnet of blackberries from the fridge and made his way into the lounge where Katie was sat with Marv now wrapped in a blanket by the fire. He sat in front of her and gently offered a handful of the fruit to the bird. It looked at him and then viciously pecked at his hand. "Bastard" Tony hissed, shaking his hand out and wincing as Katie laughed. Marv ruffled his feathers and closed his eyes. Half an hour later he ruffled and clucked for the last time. And Marv the Turkey didn't live for another Thanksgiving.

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Heathens- Chapter 1 “The psychopath sitting next to you”

This is a dark! Winchester AU

John’s wires got a little crossed when his wife Mary was murdered. So maybe he didn’t raise his three children right. Maybe that’s why his oldest son Dean has a voracious appetite for violence and sex. Maybe that’s why Sam has a blood lust that is unnatural to say the least. And maybe that’s why his precious daughter Y/n fits them all like a glove. She’s a perfect mixture of all three of them and is the glue that holds this dysfunctional, homicidal family together.

Warnings: This is really dark and will include non-con/ rape, dub-con, murder, torture, drug use, sex trafficking, prostitution, BDSM elements, Daddy kink, violence, angst, smut, incest, wincest, sister!wincest, father/daughter incest, M/M, M/F/M, M/M/F/M.

A/N:This is set around season one. Dean is 24, Sam is 20, and Y/n is 18.  For the purpose of this story Mary did not die when Sam was 6 months old, but instead died when Y/n was 6 months old.  I was inspired by the song Heathens by 21 Pilots.  All mistakes are mine.  

Word Count: 4,412

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS! THIS IS VERY DARK AND INTENDED FOR 18+ ONLY! LOTS OF TRIGGERS HERE!  

All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day Docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades You're lovin' on the psychopath sitting next to you You're lovin' on the murderer sitting next to you You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget

The  music was loud, bass thumping in your chest as your body swayed and gyrated on the dance floor.  Bodies brushed against each other as the crowd writhed to the beat like one large moving entity.  Your eyes were closed, arms raised in the air as your hips swung from side to side.  Your head fell back as you lost yourself to the thrum of the music, the rest of the world disappeared in the moment.  

"Damn, would you look at her. Fucking hot as hell." Blue eyes drank in your body as it moved on the crowded dance floor.  

"Yeah, Y/n is something else."  A smirk curled Sam's lips as he sat at the bar next to your admiring stranger, his own eyes were already glued to your body, watching  your every move with interest.  

The man beside Sam startled at Sam's comment not expecting a response to his rhetorical statement.  In fact, he hadn't meant to give voice to his thoughts in the first place.  

"Uh, she with you?" The blonde haired man asked with uncertainty in his voice as his eyes left your body to glance in Sam's direction. Even sitting Sam towered over the other man.  

"Nahh." Sam chuckled as he brought his beer bottle to his lips.  "She's my brother's."  

As if on cue thick arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against a solid wall of muscled flesh.  Dean's head dipped to the curve of your neck, placing one soft chaste kiss against your damp sweat covered skin as his body began to move behind you.  His large hands moved to grip at your grinding hips, pulling you back tighter to his body as he moved with you.  Your arms reached up behind you and circled Dean's neck, fingertips danced through the back of his hair as you shamelessly ground back against him.  

"Looks like you have an admirer sweetheart." Dean purred against your ear as he locked eyes on the blonde haired blue eyed man at the bar who was still staring at you.  

"Yeah?" Your eyes fluttered open to scan the general direction that Dean had you facing.  Your eyes landed on Sam first and your lips curled into a smile as he shot you a wink.  

"Yeah.  Blondie over there is practically drooling on himself."  Dean chuckled against your ear as his hands moved from your hips to carress down the outside of your thighs until his fingers found flesh below the short hem of your denim skirt.  "What do you say princess, you want to play tonight?"  His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, blunt nails raked over your skin as he drug his hands up higher, making your already short skirt hitch higher on your legs, almost showing the soft pink lace hidden beneath.  

You shuddered at the feel of his rough hands on your skin and the deep timber of his voice against your ear.  You spun in his arms, pressing tight to his hard body as your hips rolled to his and his hands gripped at your rounded ass.

"I always want to play De." A mischievous grin spread across your face.

"That's my girl." Dean chuckled.  His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass giving the globes a hard squeeze as he kissed the tip of your nose.  

Dean's hands left your ass to take your hands in his as he turned and lead you both over to the bar.  You smiled as you reached Sam, sliding an arm around his waist and giving him a hug as he dipped his head and placed a kiss to your temple.  

"I saw you watching my girl." Dean raised an eyebrow as he locked eyes with the blonde man.

The man's face fell and he stuttered over his words while shifting nervously on his bar stool now that he faced the towering wall that was Dean. "Well I, um, I..."

Dean laughed and you giggled at the man's nervousness.  "It's cool man." Dean smirked and clapped the guy on his shoulder making him flinch.  "I don't mind.  I mean look at her.  She's gorgeous."  Dean turned his jade eyes to you as his hand moved automatically to gently cup your face, his thumb ran lightly over the flushed skin of your cheek as he smiled down at you.  

"She is definitely beautiful." the blonde added as his own lust filled eyes turned back to you.

It didn't take long for you to find out your admirer was already more than a little intoxicated, his name was Randy, and he was just passing through Kansas on his way to the coast.  

"I'm staying at the motel across the street." Randy smiled at you with hope filled eyes.  "Maybe we can head over there and continue this little party."

A grin curled your lip gloss coated lips and you ran your fingertips down Randy's chest teasingly, feeling his muscles tense at your touch. "Hmm, that sounds like fun." You practically purred as you batted your long lashes at him.  

"So, Randy why don't you head on over to your room and we'll meet you there after we settle our tab?" Dean smiled as he pulled you in against his side possessively.  

"Yeah." He grinned a lopsided grin at you before Dean's words had a real chance to register but once they did Randy began to stutter. " Wait.  What? A-all...all of you?" Randy's eyes went wide as he looked between you, Sam, and Dean.  

"Well Randy, if I am going to be nice enough to let you have a go at my girl then I am sure you won't mind if me and my brother watch." Dean huffed before bringing his beer up to his lips.  "Plus what kind of man would I be if I didn't make sure she was safe. I mean you could be some psycho."  He added with a smirk on his full lips.

"Um, yeah." Randy looked hesitant but finally sucked in a breath and nodded his head, all it took was a look at your sultry grin and the way your tongue darted out to drag over your bottom lip to convince him it was a good idea to invite three strangers to his room. "Yeah, okay.  That seems fair."  

Dean's palms itched, he wanted a fight.  He wanted to pummel this douchebag who had the nerve to covet what was his.  But, Dean didn't get what he wanted.  Randy went down without any fight.  He was too wrapped up in his lust for you to see the trap that was so obviously laid out for him.  He was too easy to get on the bed on his back.  It had been a simple task to get his arms above his head so Sam could tie him to the headboard.  

It was only once Randy was tethered that reality started to sink in and his drunken brain caught up to the severity of the situation.  

"You really are stupid.  Aren't ya Randy?" Dean laughed darkly as he stared down at the man's panic filled gaze. "You really thought I would let you touch what's mine?"

"Please." Randy begged as tears streamed down his flushed cheeks.  "Please don't kill me.  I'm sorry."  His eyes darted from Dean's cold emerald eyes to the shiny glint of steel held in Dean's hand.  

"Oh I'm not going to kill you." Dean's mouth quirked up in a sinful smirk and relief instantly washed across Randy's features.  "She is."  Dean nodded in your direction where you stood at the foot of the bed slowly peeling off your clothing piece by piece.  

"Please. Please don't do this. I'll do anything." Randy began to protest and panic once more as you climbed your naked body over his clothed form until you were sitting on his lap.  

"He's all yours princess." Dean grinned at you as he placed the large chef's knife into your smaller hand.  His lips crashed against yours as you curled your fingers around the hilt while Dean kissed you until you were breathless.  "Make us proud baby."  He whispered against your lips before pulling back and settling his body beside Randy's head against the head board so he had a close-up view of the action.

Your body shivered in anticipation as you gripped the knife in your hand.  Your eyes moved from Dean to Sam, who mirrored his brother's body on the other side of the bed.  Both men stared at you with hungry eyes as you sat unashamedly bare on your victim.  

"Remember baby, not too deep.  You want to make it last." Sam grinned at you, pride evident in his eyes and you nodded enthusiastically in response.  

It only took a flick of your wrist to slice through the thin t-shirt that separated Randy's bare skin from you.  You peeled the ruined fabric away and your fingers danced over the unmarred flesh that was revealed.  He was like a blank canvas that was begging to be painted and you were more than eager to begin.  

The knife was sharp, Dean always made sure of that, so the first slice was like cutting through butter.  You felt the first surge of pleasure course through you as you watched the line of crimson appear on his pale skin.  You moaned as the red rivulet ran across his flesh while Randy cried out in pain.  

Every cut that split open his flesh sent a wave of arousal through you that settled at your core. You soon found yourself rolling your hips, grinding down against Randy's denim covered crotch.  The scratchy feel of the rough fabric against your bare slit fueled your desire but did nothing to scratch the itch.  

The next carving of skin was right down the middle of his chest, this cut deeper.  The blood seeped freely to pool against Randy's sternum and the man screamed under you.  

"Shut up." Dean scowled as he looked down at your captive.  "Take it like a man." Dean gave Randy a hard glare and a harder slap to his cheek.  

"Please, please stop." Randy sobbed and pleaded as you continued to carve random patterns into his once pristine flesh.  "I'll do anything, please.  You can have all my money.  I won't tell anyone, just please stop." Randy began to blubber.  

"Jesus, shut this fucker up Sammy."  Dean rolled his eyes as he looked over at his brother.  "He is ruining my hard on."

Sam chuckled and pushed up from his reclined position to grab a dirty sock from the motel room floor.  With a smirk he easily shoved the smelly garment into Randy's mouth muffling the man's cries.  

You couldn't stop the wicked grin from curling your lips or the grind of your hips as you looked from brother to brother.  Their eyes were locked on you, pupils blown as they stared hungrily at you as you played.  A moan spilled from your lips as your hips pressed down harder to the squirming man trapped beneath you.  The rough denim of his jeans created sweet friction against your slick folds as you ground shamelessly against him.  

You were no longer concerned with the pattern you had been intricately drawing in Randy's flesh instead you were making random cuts and stabs into his skin as your eyes stayed glued to Sam and Dean.  A needy whine pushed its way up your throat as you watched Sam adjust the thick outline of his cock in his jeans just as Dean's tongue slipped from between his teeth to roll against his full bottom lip.  

You whimpered as you continued to roll your lower body against the man beneath you.  Your body felt like it was on fire, watching the fear dance across Randy's face mixed with the wet scarlet lines that painted his body had your own body vibrating with need.  You were growing more frustrated by the second.  Your slick core clenched and fluttered around nothing with every stab as you slid the knife home into his chest.  

"What's the matter baby girl?" Dean's lust blown eyes locked on yours as your face scrunched up with your growing need.  "You need something?"  

"I wanna cum De, please." You whined as you made a long shallow gash across Randy's abdomen.  

Dean and Sam both chuckled but it was Dean who moved from his spot.  He rose up to his knees at your side, reaching out to gently brush the loose hair from your face.  "Always such a needy little girl." Dean cooed as he moved until he was kneeling behind you.  

Dean wrapped his arms around your middle as he pressed the hard line of his body to your back.  A groan bubbled up in your throat as you felt his breath against the shell of your ear while one of his strong hands groped at your breast. He pulled and pinched at your hard nipple until you were squirming harder against him.  

"Dean please." Your voice came out as a breathy whine as Dean rutted his thick bulge against the soft flesh of your ass.  

"God I love watching you like this princess." Dean almost growled against your ear before his lips trailed hot wet kisses down the curve of your neck to your shoulder.  "So fucking hot."

Dean's dick was hard as steel trapped beneath the tight confines of his jeans as he ground against the soft flesh of your ass.  Watching you work some random guy over always got him unbelievably hard.  It was the look in your eye, that sparkle, that glint of insanity that drove him wild.  Mix that with the mischievous grin on your face and the almost girlish giggles that spilled from your lips as you sank the knife into flesh and Dean was done for.  

"Dean." You whined once more as you pushed back against the hard length of him and his teeth raked across the skin of your shoulder.  "I need it."  

Dean grinned as he peered over your shoulder at Randy, his dark gaze locked on the man's wide eyes as he spoke again. "Want your big brother to fuck you baby sis? Is that what you need?  Need your big brother's cock inside that tight little pussy?"  

Dean didn't think Randy's eyes could get any wider but he was wrong.  The look on Randy's face was priceless as Dean's words registered in his addled brain. His reaction made Dean huff a soft laugh before his mouth went back to work on your soft skin.  

"Yes Dean please, please fuck me." You reached back with one hand, fingers tunneling through your brother's hair as your other hand jabbed the knife into Randy's side making him scream against the dirty sock in his mouth.  

The urge to be buried to the hilt inside of your clutching pussy made him pull his throbbing cock suddenly from his jeans.  Dean groaned as his hands gripped your hips and he roughly pulled you back, throwing you off balance as he angled you where he wanted you.  The force of the tug caused you to let go of the knife and fall forward with your hands planted on either side of Randy's head and your breasts grazed against his bloody chest.  

Dean's eyes consumed your form before him and he moaned at the sight of your weeping slit. He didn't think he had ever felt so hard in his life as he did right now. He was quick to line the head of his cock up with your slick entrance and in one brutal thrust he buried himself to the root.  You bit your bottom lip hard as your head snapped back and you tried to contain your cry.  

Dean's thrusts were almost violent as he slammed into your clutching walls again and again.  The beast had been awoken inside of him, and when the beast was awake it had to be fed.  His grunts mixed with your whimpered mewls and created a pornographic symphony as your bodies collided.  You felt the tension building deep within your core as every thrust of his magnificent cock hit your sweet spot.  With the feel of your slick coated walls fluttering and tightening around his cock Dean gripped harder at your hips until your body spasmed with your orgasm.

“Fuck.” Dean grunted as you pussy clamped around his pistoning cock.  Your velvet core clenched as your sweet honey spilled around his cock and your own wordless cry echoed his.  Your body shook beneath him as he continued his pounding assault.  

Your hair fell around your face as Dean's thrust bounced your body back and forth over the restrained body beneath you.  You couldn't stop the sadistic smile that curled your lips as you looked down into Randy's panic-filled eyes.  Your moans grew louder, your hot breath washing over his face even as he sobbed under you.  

Dean dug his fingers harder into your flesh, blunt nails biting at the skin as he released a barrage of thrusts into your quaking cunt.  The force of his thrusts drove you down onto your forearms for support and your chest crushed against Randy's.  Your slick coated Dean's cock and dripped from his heavy balls as they slapped at your clit while your body turned crimson as it slid against the cooling puddles on Randy's chest.  Another orgasm was building steadily inside of you, the pleasure burning through every fiber of your being as your tongue darted out to lick up the tears that slid down your captive's reddened cheeks.  

"Do it." Dean barked through clenched teeth as he fought to hold back his own release. "Kill him."

“Dean!” You cried as your back bowed and your hand gripped the knife once more.  You were quick to bring the blade across Randy's throat.  The warm arterial spray painting your face and neck just as your orgasm crested and your body spasmed almost violently.  

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” Dean grunted as his felt his own ending near.  His hips began to falter as your pussy pulsed and milked at his shaft while the smell of blood and sex filled his nostrils.  "Fuck, so good.”

Your body caved under the pleasure and the jolt of each of his thrusts until your stomach was flush with the now corpse under you and still Dean plowed into you.  His hands cupped your waist and pinned you as he chased his release.  Dean drove his cock to the hilt again and again until he roared with the force of his climax, hitting his peak and calling out your name.  His hot thick seed filled you to overflowing as his body finally collapsed against your own.  

You had no time to recover.  As soon as Dean pulled his softening cock from your dripping slit and moved away Sam was on you.  His large hands tangling in your sweat-dampened locks to pull your mouth up to his.  A deep moan filled Sam's throat as he tongue swept along your blood soaked cheek before his lips crashed against yours hungrily.

The taste of copper in your mouth mixed with the taste that was Sam's and Sam's alone made you moan against his lips.  Your blood soaked hands pushed against Randy's chest as you rose up on your knees eager to please your other brother.  

A yelp of surprise fell from your kiss swollen lips as a strong arm around your waist suddenly pulled you from Sam's grip.  Dean lifted you easily from the bed and lowered you to your feet.  

"What the fuck Dean?" Sam growled in anger as you were torn from his grasp.  

"Get dressed." Dean threw a towel at you before righting his own clothing.  

"Dean." Sam narrowed his eyes as he stared at his older brother.  

Dean finally turned his olive gaze towards Sam who had risen to stand at the edge of the bed.  Sam's fists were clenched at his side and his nostrils flared. His body was almost vibrating with need and now anger.  

"You can fuck her in the car Sammy.  We need to get out of here." Dean was quick to dismiss his little brother, turning his back on him and pulling his cell phone from his jacket pocket.  

"This is bullshit." Sam grumbled under his breath as he watched you wipe what blood you could from your body with just the cheap hotel towel before you hastily threw your clothes back on.  

"Crowley." Dean spoke into his phone. "Need you to do some clean up." He quickly gave the address to the hotel and the room number before hanging up the phone abruptly and ushering you all out of the room.  

*************************** "Hey princess." John smiled as you came bouncing into his study where he sat behind his desk.  

"Hi Daddy." You gave your father a warm smile as you moved around the desk to greet him.  

John wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in against him as your lips met his in a greeting kiss.  "Did you and your brothers have a good time tonight?"  John asked as he slid his chair back and pulled you down to sit in his lap, completely ignoring the fact that you had dried blood splattered over your smooth flesh.

"Yeah, mostly." You gave him a half smile.

"Mostly?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

You opened your mouth to speak but the sound of your brothers bickering interrupted you.

"It's bullshit Dean and you know it." Sam scoffed as he entered the room with Dean right behind him.

"Sorry little brother but she's mine so I decide when, where, and if you get to fuck her.  If you got a problem with that then you need to take it up with Dad." Dean crossed his arms against his chest as he leaned against the doorway.

"You are such a jerk." Sam grumbled as he slumped down into one of the leather club chairs in front of John's desk.

"And you're being  a whiny little bitch." Dean scowled.

You whimpered softly, you hated when your brothers fought, especially when they were fighting over you.  You tucked your face into the curve of John's neck and he stroked your back softly.

"Dad, tell Dean he has to share.  He can't keep Y/n all to himself." Sam looked at his father with almost pleading eyes.

"What are you twelve?" Dean chortled as he eyed his brother. "Dad, you gave her to me.  She's mine so I can do whatever I want with her." Dean moved further into the room.  

John sighed and shook his head. "Boys, we've talked about this."  He scrubbed his hand down his face. "You both are acting like children and you are upsetting your sister." John continued to stroke your back as you clung to him.  "Yes I did give her to you Dean, but you still have to share with your brother."

"I did share.  I let him fuck her in the car." Dean rolled his eyes. "He's just pissed because I didn't want to stick around so he could screw her over the corpse. That one took longer than usual and we needed to get out of there."  

"Sweetheart," John gently gripped your chin between his thumb and finger as he lifted your head so you would look at him.  "Why don't you go get cleaned up and wait for me in my room while I talk to your brothers?"

You nodded your head. "Okay Daddy."  John kissed the tip of your nose and gave your bottom a light slap as you slipped from his lap.  

You moved around the desk and headed for the door but Dean's hand gripped your arm stopped you in your tracks as you moved to go around him. "Hey." His voice was a deep rumble as he pulled you into him and his moss green eyes looked at you expectantly.  

You knew what he wanted and you were quick to rise up on your tip toes to meet the tilt of his head as you pressed your soft lips to his.  The kiss he gave you was hard and possessive and you knew he was doing it for show.  You could practically hear Sam's eyeroll from behind you as Dean pulled you hard enough against his body that it brought a whimper from your lips. Dean ended the kiss with a smirk and a slap to your ass to send you on your way.  

"Dean." John sighed exasperated by his son's obvious spiteful behavior towards his brother. "Go check in with Benny before you go to bed."

Dean nodded and turned on his heels leaving Sam sitting alone with his father.  "Jerk." Sam muttered again under his breath as he watched Dean walk away.  

"Bitch." Came Dean's fading reply.  

"Sammy,"  John pulled Sam's attention back to him but before he could continue Sam spoke up.

"I just don't get it Dad."  Sam huffed.  "Why did you have to give her to Dean?  We were fine the way it was before but now that he thinks he owns her he is just so..." Sam growled and his hands flailed as he struggled to find the words he was looking for.  

"Sam, we've talked about this." John rubbed his hand down the scruff on his face. "Dean was out of control.  If I hadn't given Y/n to him he would be in jail right now, or worse, he'd be dead."  John grabbed the bottle of scotch from the corner of his desk and poured himself a drink before he continued. "Taking responsibility for your sister has given Dean something to focus on, a purpose other than fucking and fighting. It has calmed him down and you know it."

"But, " Sam began to protest.

"No buts Sammy." John was quick to cut him off.  "I know you need your sister as much as Dean does and I'll make sure Dean knows that too but I'm not changing my mind.  Y/n is good for him." John brought his glass to his lips, downing the amber liquid in one gulp."I'm not going to have this discussion with you again, got it son?" John raised one eyebrow as his chocolate eyes landed on Sam's face.  

Sam hung his head and nodded. "Yes sir."  

"Good.  Now get out of here.  I have some business to finish up." John smiled and Sam rose from his seat leaving his father to work at his desk.  

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