#or he starts letting things slip is when we'll be getting her breaking out of her persona

[pyfsan]

You're my best friend

Synopsis: Your mother makes you attend a trip with your family's friends after your break up with your boyfriend. You don't want to talk or see anyone. Except, maybe, Jake... your childhood best friend

Pairing: bff!jake x reader

Genre: smut, kinda fluff (idk???

wc: 3k

warnings: oral (fem rec), sex with no protection (don't do thiiiiss), nipple sucking, friends to ??? dynamics, family gathering ambient, jake is soooo down for her

N/A: honestly there's not much to warn in this one, i feel like it's vanilla but in a good way!!! Please bare with me —smut under the cut

You had just broken up a long term relationship and you're feeling like shit. It has been weeks since that happened but still you were so lost, it feels like yesterday... still your parents insisted on this stupid trip anyway.

"Jake and Julia will be there!" Your mom tells you with a big smile like it was supposed to make you excited too. But you have known Jake and Julia for your whole life now, you're not exactly jumping with the idea of seeing them again.

"Mom, I'm not feeling like family trip right now... please! They'll ask questions and I don't wanna talk about it"

"Then don't talk about it!" She says as if it was that simple. You sigh "You're going. I'm not traveling and leaving my daughter alone here to rot and starve herself for a whole week"

"Fine! Fuck" you say as you walk to room so you pack up your things.

You left before dawn and arrived at the lake house on the evening. Your family's friends were already there, since they also had the keys to the house. Your moms were childhood friends so the families were this close since before you, julia or jake were even born. You loved them, truly, you could not picture your life without them, but right now you are not in the mood to family gathering, dinner at the table and small talk.

"You look disgusting" was the first thing jake said when you arrived. Sure you look bad after weeks suffering with this fucking break up thing you had going on...

"And you smell bad" you say back going straight inside with your backpack on your back.

"Is everything ok?" He asks, getting the heavy backpack off your shoulder to get it upstairs. You bet an eye on him again before seeing Julia getting downstairs. You two hug and she starts talking so you feel glad you don't need to answer Jake's question.

Dinner is torturing, your dad let it slip that you and your boyfriend broke up and you can see pity in everyone's face. They try to ignore the matter after noticing you are almost crying at the table but still... the way they kept eyeing you made it worse. So you just left dinner early and went to your room to crawl on your bed.

Some time later the door opens and you see Julia and her brother entering with bottles of wine in their hands and you can't help but smile. It was a you guys thing to drink hidden in your rooms late at night.

They crawl up the bed with stupid grins that makes you laugh and jake opens up the first bottle.

"When were you going to tell us about the breakup?" Jake starts and julia slaps her brother's arm

"I was preparing myself... sure wouldn't be at the dinner table" you sigh before leading the bottle of wine to your lips. "Just forget you know about it, ok? I don't wanna talk about this tonight"

"And what about tomorrow?" This time Julia raises an eyebrow to you and Jake is the one scolding his sister.

"I don't know. We'll see... but tonight let's just drink, I wanna forget this stupid breakup, I wanna forget him" you say and instantly feel a release for saying these words out loud.

And as the good friends they are, they answer your call. So the three of you spend half the night drinking until two bottles of wine are empty and dry rolling on the floor and you are laid-back with your head hanging out of the bed with Julia. Jake is sitting on the floor near you. You're laughing so hard you feel your ears burn as he starts imitating the way his sister's hands were trembling to talk to some friend of his the other day.

"So this is your thing now? Getting boys to your little sister?" You raise a brow and he gets defensive.

"She's not little, we're exactly the same age!" He explains himself. "And I only did that once because he was a nice guy"

"Can you get me one of these?" You ask, pouting at him but jake suddenly goes awkward.

"I think you're busy right now" he says with a dying smile that gives you shivers. But you ignore that weird feeling and his weird stare

"You're stupid" Julia rolls her eyes before getting up the bed. "To your information I had a fever that day."

"Ok grandma, I'm sure you did" her brother says sarcastic. The thing with Julia is that she's never kissed a guy before and everytime jake jokes about her shyness, she gets angry.

"Fuck it... I'm going to bed" julia stands up leaving the room.

"Damn, she's mad" you murmur to yourself as you watch your friend almost slamming the door. "You shouldn't have messed with her tonight, i need her around" you whine, pushing jake by the shoulder.

"Hey, I'm still here" he protests.

"And what about it? Me and julia would spoon all night"

Jake sighs before standing up and climbing the bed. You watch in silence as he gets himself under your covers.

"Just until you fall asleep" jake justifies when you open your mouth to protest.

No matter how close you are, this is not common. You would share beds as kids or before puberty, but since Jake's voice started changing and your breasts started growing you were both too aware of the fact that you were not actually siblings. Sure you never felt or thought anything about him, you actually got sick of the idea when both your parents would make jokes about you two getting married someday. But you guess cuddling a little won't hurt anyone, specially tonight when you're feeling so lonely.

You accept his cuddle and get yourself under the covers too, feeling his arms embrace your body. It feels cozy and warm and jake is smelling like alcohol.

"You smell like my grandpa right now, pure alcohol" you whisper and he chuckles, his hot breath hitting your neck and giving you shivers

"And you smell nice" he whispers too and you suddenly get the urge to hide your expressions from him so you just force yourself to not smile. "Bryce is fucking stupid for breaking up with you" oh, there it is... you almost sigh but you hold it in, too nervous by the closeness to his body to actually move an inch.

"How'd you know he did it?" Your voice is so low that he almost can't hear you but he does anyway.

"You wouldn't be drinking and crying if you were the one to do it" jake guesses

"Let's not talk about this. I wanna forget him" you say after some awkward seconds in silence.

"Okay" he nods behind you. "Can you turn to face me?" He asks and you feel your body stiffing. You don't know if you can actually face him this close so you hesitate in your place. But then you feel his hand moving from your stomach to your waist and all of a sudden the air smells different. "Y/n" he calls you

You flip your body in one quick move and then you're face to face. You can see him even in the dark, knowing his face so well you don't need much time to recognize his expression.

"Jaeyun" you let slip your voice as he touches your waist again.

"Is it ok?" He asks massaging your skin under your shirt, squeezing it softly with his slender fingers. You nod quietly, feeling shy. "Relax, it's ok" he whispers encouraging you to close your eyes and you do it.

You close your eyes, feeling your muscles ease under his touch. You allow yourself to get comfortable in this situation, even thou there's a sound far away inside your brain yelling to you that this is not ok. Jake is not allowed. This is not an innocent act. But you choose to ignore it, you lie to yourself that this is in fact an innocent act. Until you feel his lips against your own. Until his tongue is parting its way inside your mouth. Until you're guiding your hand to hold his neck. Then you start lying to yourself that jake is allowed and that this is in fact ok.

He traces his way until he's above your body, pressing you down on the mattress with his weight, but you don't even care. He's stupidly hot right now and his mouth is doing wonders to you. Your face is heated, your body is on fire and his tongue is the only thing that can put out that fire.

You find yourself giving up of that thought at the back of your head telling to end whatever this is. Oh no, you're not doing that. You let him pull your shirt up and taste your skin, you let him suck your nipples and let him touch between your legs. In fact, you take his clothes off with your own hands when you find him taking little too long to get there. Jake himself is in awe watching the way you move so swiftly as you undress both of you.

"You're so hot" he says in a way he sounds like not even him was expecting to confess this. You look at your friend, suddenly too aware that this is the guy you've known for your whole life and had a room at your family's house. He looks at you the same way, but not feeling afraid of this fact.

His hands are now on your face and jake gets close again, his lips touching yours softly and making you forget that you are literally at your panties in bed with him. You touch his slin body, feeling with your hands the flesh you've seen only by far but feel like you know every inch of it. You've seen him shirtless around the house, by the pool, at the beach a million times, however you've never thought that he would feel so good on you.

Jake lays on top of you, wearing nothing but his boxers and everytime he presses his hips on yours, you wish this little piece of fabric would vanish.

"Jaeyun" you call him, starting to get uncomfortable with your sticky panties.

"If you keep calling me like that i will think of you like this everytime you say my name" he says as he slips his boxers away and you try to act cool about it. You wanna look at his size, you wanna see how your childhood friend actually is before he is stuffing his cock inside you for real. "What?" He notices your looks.

"This is crazy" you mumble looking at him on his knees between your open legs, hard cock and heavy balls. Not gonna lie, you're blushing.

"Still want me to do it?" He asks, running his hands smoothly on your legs. Although he is asking a question you don't feel like he is not certain of what he wants. "Please, let me do it" oh my god, you're so fucked up. Jake waits for you to say something but you actually just pull your panties down and off, opening your legs for him again.

With no words needed he gets down, face disappearing between your tights. You were not expecting this, so you are chocked when his puffy lips touches your wet cunt for the first time.

"This is crazy" you repeat yourself but this time it sounds more like a moan.

He takes this as a compliment and starts working his tongue on you, nose pressing on your clit time and time again making you almost squirm. He's moving like a feral, mouth eating your entire pussy like it was nothing, it actually makes you drip even more. But this is not what you need right now, you want him to end this madness already. All this making you so horny and it starts to feel like guilty because this should not be happening. So the sooner he fucks you, the sooner it ends.

"Please, come up" you say, poking him with a finger. Jake stands on his knees again, a little confused on why'd you stop if he knows you were feeling good. "I just want you to fuck me and end with this, ok?"

"Oh... fine" he whispers back.

You choose to do it in the same position you were cuddling earlier, his chest against you back. Jake slips his cock into you with ease and holds your upper leg open in the air so the angle is better. When he starts picking his pace you close your eyes tight. It all feels so good it's frustrating... when the bed makes a sound you look at him on alert but his stupid ass only let out a smirk and continues to fuck you.

"This is too loud" you whisper over your shoulder.

"Shut up, no one hears a thing around this house" jake sounds carefree

"How'd you know that?" you ask still scared someone will notice the noise but he doesn't give a fuck...

"My own experience" he says and holds your left boob to play with your nipple with his fingers. It makes you moan instinctively and he smiles with that.

"You're ridiculous" you sigh.

You wake up next day with your mouth dry and head feeling heavy. You did not drink enough for a hangover but still... you guess that wine is just not for you. Then you notice you're fully naked and your underwear is on the ground together with the rest of your clothes. That's when you recall. Jake was here, he has been on this bed and now is somewhere in the house acting innocent around your families. As if he hasn't spend half the night making you moan and squirm over his veiny cock. Oh your head hurts just by the thought...

You get up the bed to get ready for breakfast although probably everybody else have already eaten. So you take a quick shower and get dressed before swallowing your shame and walking downstairs. It's 10pm, your moms are watching tv in the living room with julia and dads are on the kitchen preparing some fishing equipment with jake.

"Good morning, sweetheart" your dad greets you and you smile at him before looking at jake at the counter. He eyes you back as if he's about to say out loud for everyone to hear that he fucked you last night.

"What" he mimics with his mouth over to you and you roll back your eyes. Jake chuckles then goes back to ignoring you.

You go to the fridge and prepare yourself something for breakfast then walk back to the living room to stay with the girls. Julia was making bracelets so you join her after eating your bowl of cereal.

"Who's fishing today?" Julia's dad enters the living room. He was talking to you girls as you always join them when they go fishing on boat, but today you're not really interested in sitting on a limited space with jake.

"I am" julia says standing up quickly. She looks at you, waiting for your excited words too. And when your moms both look at you too you feel pressured.

"I am" you say as you stand up.

Five of you walk out the house, jake approaches you and leaves a bucket on your hand.

"You're doing nothing" he says annoyingly before leaving to walk ahead of you. You wanna start throwing fist right there but you suddenly remember the sound of his whimper and you freeze on place.

This was driving you crazy. Everytime someone looked at you was like they knew what you did and everytime jake would say something was like he was bragging about it. But in fact... no one knows, only you two. And maybe this was even worse considering that jake was the type to act dramatically mysterious when he had a secret. You were doomed.

The group finally gather inside the boat and your dad starts the engines to get it to the middle of the lake. Julia and jake both sit beside you and it makes you nervous again. You look at the view on his side, just as excuse to see him at your panoramic view and he looks as normal as ever. Not carefree, nor mysterious, nor like he's plotting something, not even stressed like you.

"What you looking at?" he asks cockingly but with a smirk after he notice his sister walking away from you. And when you take a bit to respond he leans more to you and whisper in your ear "bet you're thinking about me naked" oh great now your face is red. He is laughing when you face him again and it makes it all even worse. Not that you were thinking of him naked, but was it necessary to out you like that?

"Can you not say stuff like that around everyone?" You whisper back with a serious face and jake starts acting innocent again which is common but still annoying. "I'm being serious, this shouldn't have happened" and that's when his face changes.

"So you regret last night?" He asks with his voice low.

"What the fuck do you think?" You're whispering to him but avoiding eye contact at this point "stop trying to tease me, it won't work" you tell him and leave to sit next to julia on the bow.

For the next two hours you avoid talking or even looking at him. Which is difficult, almost impossible, but you try anyway. And when your dad finally calls it a day to get back to the house, you're feeling drained. You knew it was going to be exhausting to be around people after the breakup but you never thought jake would be the reason.

This stupid guy who you've seen eating nose snot is now looking at you like he would open your bra with the power of his mind only if he could and for the first time in your life this is a real problem. Getting railed is a problem.

[callsign-datura]

Both you and ghost hiding feelings for each other until you make a decision on a mission that saves his life but nearly results in you getting killed. Argument leads to angry sex that melts into soft gentle adoring sex

About A Girl

A/N: anon this is my favorite ask of all time pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader, reader's callsign is raven synopsis: ghost gets hurt, you cover it and nearly get yourself killed. he doesn't want to lose you. Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't make mistakes. Not when he's stressed, not when he's under pressure, not when people are looking up to him. He doesn't make mistakes, and that's just who he is. When he looks at you and his heart thrums in his chest, he gets distracted. When he feels that tickly feeling in his stomach whenever you look up at him with those eyes of yours, he feels something. And to him, those things and feelings are what cause mistakes. And Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't make mistakes.

"You're gonna be getting intel from a cartel-run trading port together." Price's voice is low and hoarse as he twirls a pen in his hand before tapping it against the edge of his desk. Ghost's tall, menacing form stands beside you, his arms folding over his chest as he stands. His eyes are cold, neutral, and murky as he stares holes into Price.

You stand beside him, smaller in comparison, your hands slipped into your pockets. His presence is suffocating and to you, it feels like he's taking up the entire damn room. "Just the two of us?" Ghost asks. His voice is husky and raspy, a sexy tone that has your knees knocking. "No backup?"

"No. This'll be a mission I can only send our best on. The place is fortified and you'll be going in, finding the woman and getting the intel, and then getting your asses out of there before the entire place knows you're there. Understood?" His eyebrows rise and he looks from Ghost to you, giving you a brief nod as if he's trying to make sure you have your attention on him. Ghost doesn't say anything. He turns on his heel and starts walking towards the door, and you look at Price and utter a soft, "Understood." before following him out.

"You're leavin' tonight. Get geared up." You look back at Price and nod, and when you look forward, Ghost is already halfway down the hallway. You sigh and you go the opposite way towards the armory to get your gear.

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"Tell us where Dimitri is." Ghost's tone is terse, snapping. His words are short and cut, and even though he's not talking to you, even you feel slightly intimidated. His hands are placed flat on the table in front of him, and he leans forward on it, brown dead eyes trained on the lady tied to a chair at the other side of it. "Fuck if I'm telling you," she laughs, accent cutting through her words as she struggles against the ropes. She avoids his gaze however, her eyes cast down and away. "Look, Lana, if you tell us where the man is, we'll let you go." You're lying. Ghost glances at you and his eyes narrow briefly before he looks back at her. Lana Antonova. Russian financier working under a mysterious person named Dimitri Kulikov, the guy who's supplying the man we're looking for-- Red Spirit, a man who's at the head of a cartel. Multiple fatalities as a result of the escapades he and his men went on, including the murder of one of our informants. "I'm not telling you!" She hisses, jerking her body against the ropes. Her voice is shaky, and she's on the verge of breaking. Ghost sighs and pulls away from the table, pacing at the far end of the room. You approach her and lean against the table with your hip, holding your rifle with one hand and putting your other hand on your hip. "Why aren't you telling us? Is it 'cause you're... involved with this man?" Lana pauses for a second, and then she scoffs, her eyes going up to yours. "...No." "You're lying again," you say, your voice taking on a higher tone, like you're mocking her. "I'm sure those ropes are uncomfortable. Tell us what we need to know and we'll release you." "No." She repeats, her gaze going back down again. She jerks against the ropes once more, and you sigh. You look back at Ghost and you see him rummaging through the various cabinets in the office. He's searching for something on her. You look back at her. "If you tell us where Dimitri is, we'll take him into custody and he'll get a lighter punishment. But if you don't tell us, we'll have to find him ourselves... and if we find him ourselves, we'll have to kill him if he gets combative. Do you want that?" Your voice is condescending, but it's obvious this gets the gears working in her head. She scoffs again and looks away. "I know you're looking for Red Spirit... I have logs on the supplies Dimitri bought. Where the supplies went, when they were bought, and when they arrived at their location. I'll tell you where those are. Just... leave Dimitri alone." You stand up straight and look at Ghost. He looks back at you and gives a nod, before coming back over. "Where are they?" "They're... in this office. In that desk." She nods with her head, and you go over to the desk and rifle through it. "It's a USB drive... insert it into a computer and it'll start a download of all the purchase logs and delivery reports." You find a small USB drive, and you hold it up. "This is it," you say, looking at Ghost. He nods again, and you put it in your pocket. He leaves the office. "Hey! Aren't you going to let me go?!" You go over to her and pick up a roll of duct tape on the table, picking it up and ripping off a strip before putting it over her mouth and smirking at her. "No chance, lady."

You turn around and jog out of the office, locking the door behind you. Ghost is waiting in the hall. He looks at you. "Got the drive?" You nod. "Good. We're going." Then he starts jogging down the hall and out the door you both came in through. You follow suit and he leads you out of the building and down the road leading to the docks at the shore. Waiting further up the shore is the patrol boat you used to get there. Halfway down the road, when you're catching up to Ghost, gunfire sounds. Your head whips back and you see about five men at the top of the road, shooting down at the both of you. You're about to start running, but you see Ghost using a wide tree as cover. He has his back to it and he has one hand on his leg like he's been injured. You turn around and return fire, taking cover behind another tree further up the road. Whenever you've taken out four of the five men, you go to Ghost's side. He's bleeding pretty bad from his leg. "Shit," you hiss. "Come on, let's go." You move to help him limp further down the road to get to the boat. "No, just go. You have the drive." he grunts. Millions of things are running through his head, and he'd rather get left behind than risk you getting injured just because you're trying to help him. Gunfire sounds, and his heart thumbs in his chest.

"If they find you, they'll kill you!" "Just go!"

"No, the boat is right there--" You take his hand and start leading him down carefully. He's limping, and it's taking some effort. You don't stop. You help him down to the boat and into it. You get in as well, and there's more gunfire. You look up as the patrol boat starts pulling away from the shore, and there are more men lined up at the cliff. He knows he should be grateful. But for some reason, he's angrier that you risked your life saving him. You don't say a word, and neither does he. He's just stewing in his own anger, packing his wound. He shouldn't be angry at you. But god, he is. He's pissed that you'd even think about risking your life for him. For some reason, he's angry that he was more worried about you getting shot trying to help him than he was worried about the thought of you possibly leaving him behind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's a few days later. You waited to talk to him in hopes some of the energy from the mission had diffused. You went to his room, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. He was sitting inside, on his bed, reading a book. He was doing better now, and the injury he sustained on the mission was a graze from a bullet and a pretty badly sprained ankle. He sets the book aside and gets to his feet, going to the door with no trouble, pushing open the door and peeking out. Once he sees you, something bubbles up in his chest. It's a mix of happiness that you came to see him, guilt that you went out of your way to help him, and anger that you risked your life. He never really dealt with all of the feelings that came with the encounter. "...Hi." You say, your gaze darting down to his leg. "You're doing better, huh?" He steps back and nods, gesturing for you to come inside. "Was jus' a graze and a sprained ankle." "Explained the limping." You say, stepping into his room. It's meant to be a playful joke, but you can't tell if it landed or not as he stares at you. You swallow slightly, crossing your arms. "...We gonna talk about what happened?" He says, his voice low and raspy like usual as he leans against the wall, mimicking your body language. "What is there to talk about?" You act nonchalant. "You saved me." He says matter-of-factly, staring at you a bit harder now. "I did."

"You risked your life to do so. Why?" His tone takes on an angry note; different from how he usually sounds, and you can tell all the emotions are resurfacing. You take a step back, looking at him. "I wasn't just gonna leave you behind, Ghost, that's not what a teammate does--" "No, I'm not jus' your teammate. I'm your lieutenant, and you're supposed to do what I say. I say run, you run. I say leave, you leave." "Are you seriously pulling rank right now?" You genuinely can't believe that he's acting like this, and the look on your face must show it. He scoffs a little. "I'm not pullin' rank, I'm tellin' you that you should have listened to me." "You were telling me to leave you to die!"

"And you should have listened." He pushes himself off the wall and goes toward you. "You're my subordinate." He gets in your space, and his face is a few inches towards yours. Suddenly, you're incredibly aware of everything. The way his brown eyes focus on yours, glittering with anger, the way he leans over you, and how big his hulking frame is in comparison to you. He notices the way a blush spreads across your cheeks, and he pauses for a second. He notices that you're looking everywhere but his eyes. He glances down at your lips and he takes a step forward. "You're an idiot, s'what you are," he grunts, his eyes trained fiercely on your lips. He takes a step forward, shutting the door behind you and pushing you up against it, leaning in and reaching one hand up to pull his mask over his mouth, his other hand tilting your head to the side as he leans in and starts planting rough kisses along the span of your neck. The audacity of this man makes your chest bubble with more anger, but you can't find it in you to push him away. His kisses feel heavenly. You bring your hands to the fabric of his shirt and you ball it up in your fists tight, grunting. "Yeah, well, you're an asshole." You mumble, tilting your head and shutting your eyes as he keeps kissing your neck.

"I might be an asshole but you're still the one who risked your life for me," he grumbles, nipping at the flesh of your neck as his hands find your waist and you pull him closer. "Yeah, well, what would I do without your smartass mouth ordering me around all day?" You mumble, your voice shaky as his touch sets all your senses alight.

He scoffs under his breath and he laps his tongue over your pulse, his big hands running underneath your shirt and gripping your hips. "I'm the one with a smart mouth? You're the one talking back to your superior." He grunts, leaving a light hickey on your neck, then another, then a darker one.

A moan that's badly muffled leaves your lips. He pulls your shirt up roughly, and you lift your arms to make it easier. He throws it aside and moves on to the next article of clothing, unbuttoning your bra and throwing it to the side as his kisses trail down. Over your collarbone, towards your chest as his calloused hands run over every inch of your bare skin. "You've always been so damn reckless," he grunts, lapping his tongue over your soft flesh and leaving more hickeys as he moves down. Your head falls back against the door and your shoulders draw together as he kisses down. One of his hands moves up and he starts playing with one of your breasts as he takes your nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it and closing his lips around it before giving a little tug on your other nipple with his thumb and pointer. His other hand is busy unbuttoning your pants, and his hand leaves your breast to pull them down around your hips as he detaches from your nipple and huffs. "So damn reckless, so damn stupid. You don't even recognize the fact you could have died trying to save me."

"I-I know damn well that I could have died, but I wasn't thinking about that at the time--" Your breath hitches as he tugs your pants and panties down around your legs. You kick your shoes off and he pulls your pants and panties off of you, leaving you entirely naked and subject to his gaze. He pulls back and his gaze roves over you, and his gaze softens just slightly before it hardens again and he stands up, leaning back into your neck and littering more hickeys there as your hands paw at his chest and tug at his shirt. You whimper whenever he takes your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head, a silent order for you to be patient. You're not having it though, and you grunt under your breath, pulling your hands free and bringing them to his shirt. He looks alarmed for a second and using his surprise against him, you pull his shirt up and off, and he grunts immediately.

"Damnit, girl," he hisses, but he lets you anyway. Your hands move to his pants and you start unbuttoning them, and he continues his ministrations as he kisses and bites your neck. One of your hands slips down his front, your eyes fluttering shut as you gently pull his cock free from the confines of his boxers. He's big. Not incredibly long, but he's thick, and heavy in your hands. You gasp and bite your bottom lip, trying to hide your satisfaction as you pump your hand around him, from base to tip. "Fuck." He hisses. He's going to stop you, but it feels too damn good to stop you just yet. Besides... this is the same thing he's dreamt about for months, and it's finally happening. He lets you continue for a few more seconds before he quickly hoists you up by your thighs, pinning you against the wall with his body.

Your gaze travels over him, taking in every inch of him. From his muscled chest, his arms, the tattoos on his arm, and then his hips-- his v-line, and his happy trail. Your gaze goes back up to his face, still partially obscured by the mask. So you reach up, tugging at the hem of it lightly to signal, 'off'. He chuckles just a little, feeling his chest swell slightly. He hesitates. His lust and that fluttery feeling in his stomach override his sense of rationality, and he lets you pull it off and throw it aside. You stare at him wide-eyed, taking in his features. He moves and grips the underside of your thighs a bit tighter, shifting a bit against you. You jolt when you feel the tip of his cock rest against your hole, and he leans forward, putting his face in your neck and slowly pushing into you. It doesn't hurt, not at all. You gasp when he sinks his cock into your heat, and your arms wrap around his neck and you cup the back of his head. He makes you feel so full, and your heart swells a little when you realize you're finally getting what you've wanted this entire time. He litters kisses and bites over your neck, his grip on your thighs tightening. He pulls his hips back, dragging his cock out of you before he bucks back into you, the head of his cock knocking against that gummy spot inside you. You mewl, tilting your head back as he bites down on that spot that makes your insides spasm on his cock.

He grunts and bucks into you once more, before adopting a smooth, rhythmic pace. He drags his cock out of you and then bucks back into you, the tip of it hitting that spot inside you each time. The sounds of wet skin on wet skin develop quickly, and he's grunting and groaning into your neck. He pulls back to look at you and his expression softens, his thrusts stuttering a bit. Your head is tilted back and your lips are parted as you whimper breathlessly, and it's like he's seeing you for the first time-- looking at you in that same loving, bewildered manner he did when you introduced yourself to him. His eyes sparkle, and a smile spreads across his lips.

"Fuckin' hell, girl... you're pretty, you know that?"

Your breath hitches whenever he addresses you so affectionately, and you lean forward to kiss him. He follows suit, and the moment your lips are on his, his hands slide up to cradle your ass as he adopts a new, quicker pace. You whimper into his mouth, and his tongue darts out to prod at your bottom lip, asking for entry. Your lips part and his tongue dips into your mouth, flicking against your own as his cock bullies into you over and over again, reaching deeper as he leans back and holds you up so your weight leans forward onto him a bit. You pull at his hair gently, teasingly, and he grunts and kisses you harder. You're moaning and whimpering. You have to pull away from the kiss to breathe, and when you do, his lips are on your neck again. Leaving dark hickeys, teeth nipping at your flesh as he pushes you up against the wall again and wraps one arm around your waist, his other hand sliding up your back and tangling in your hair, and he pulls it in retaliation to you pulling his. You whine when he does, and he bucks into you a particularly rough time, drawing another mewl from you. The way he's fucking into you has you seeing stars, and your eyes are rolling back into your head. All you can focus on is the sensation of his cock pumping into you over and over.

His grip on you tightens, and you feel his cock twitch inside you. He continues his pace, but you can tell he's getting close when he groans softly into your neck, tilting his head to nestle into your neck as he continues thrusting. You're getting close too, whining when that coil in your belly winds impossibly tight. You wrap your legs around his waist and you whimper. "Fuck, Ghost, m'close--" You feel his thrusts stutter again before he's groaning into your neck. "Say it, love." "Ghost..." You whine, your grip on his hair tightening when his thrusts suddenly cease, the pleasure fizzing away. "No, sweetheart, my real name. Say it, 'n that pretty voice of yours, and I'll consider letting you cum." You pause, and embarrassment swells in your chest, but you can feel your orgasm slipping away and you're quick to plead. "Simon, please..." "Yeah?" He chuckles quietly, kissing your cheek as he starts bucking into you again, a bit rougher this time. "You wanna cum?" You whimper in affirmation, and he whispers, "Then cum for me, sweet girl."

That's all it takes. Not even a second passes, and your walls squeeze on his cock and you're mewling as your orgasm wracks your body. His grip on you tightens and he leans in to kiss you and muffle your noises, nipping at your bottom lip as he bucks into you and buries himself into you as deeply as possible, bottoming out. You whimper when you feel ropes of his cum spill into you, and you're moaning breathlessly into his mouth and pulling his hair. (You're almost positive you told him you loved him.) He grunts and stays inside you. Your cunt spasms around him, and he grunts, withdrawing himself from your pussy. You feel just a bit of his cum dribble down your inner thighs as he slowly lowers you to the ground, littering loving little kisses over your face and running his fingers through your hair as the haziness of your orgasm fades. He guides you over to his bed and shifts you down onto it, getting himself dressed before he comes back to you with tissues in hand, wiping his cum from your inner thighs and pulling your panties back up your legs. He runs his fingers along the inner side of the hem to make sure they're in place. You're still panting, and a bit out of it from the entire experience. He pulls away and grabs one of his shirts, gently helping you put it on. You're enveloped with the scent of him, and it's a warm feeling. You feel the bed shift as his weight is added to it and he lays beside you, pulling you close and tucking your head into his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. You coo quietly and nuzzle into him in response, holding him close and tight. Your body is still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure, and being in Simon's arms has a smile spreading across your lips; one you just can't wipe off. "You know, if sprainin' my ankle and gettin' grazed by a bullet results in this... Might just do it again." "...Don't you dare."

[mochinek0]

Daminette December: 14-Mistaken Identity

Marinette looked at the clocked and sighed.

'I should head to the fabric store before it's too late.'

Suddenly, there was a pounding at the door. She opened the door to find her old friends.

"Oh my god, she isn't ready!"

"What have you been doing?"

"Why are you dressed like this?"

"We don't have time for her to change!"

"Fuck! Grab her and we'll fix her hair and make up in the car!"

"I don't understand how you're not ready for your date!"

"You made the reservation, right?"

"La Mode on Béchamel Road."

"Perfect!"

Marinette looked down at her clothes. She was wearing grey yoga pants and sweatshirt that read: Very feral, Very unhinged, Very batshit. She shrugged, ignoring the comments, grabbed her purse, and slipped on her ballet flats as they pushed her towards the door of her apartment.

When they got to the restaurant, Alya dragged her towards the doors. She pushed her inside and headed towards the front desk.

"Hi." Alya smiled, sheepishly, "Reservation for two; uh, under Alya."

The usher looked at Marinette up and down, before rolling his eyes.

"Follow me." They sneered.

Alya shoved her forward and ran out the door. From her seat, she could see the girls, behind the bushes.

'I guess they forgot how much we've grown. Not super hard to spot them'

Marinette watched as a guy came barreling over to her table.

'He's cute.'

"Look, I dont want to do this." He began.

'Well that was fast.'

Marinette smiled, "Me either. Well, it was nice to meet you." Before standing up and walking out of the restaurant.

She smirked when she walked past him. It was easy to see he hadn't expected her reply.

'What the fuck just happened?

'Who was that?'

'I thought Mari agreed to the date.'

The girls stood from their vantage point and was about to chase after her, but her 'date' beat them to it.

Damian chased after and called out, "Wait!"

"I thought you just said-" Marinette sighed.

"Why don't you want to do this?" He interrupted.

"Look, I'm sure your nice and all, but they dragged me, out of nowhere, to come on this stupid date." Mari answered.

"Did you not....volunteer?" Damian asked, shocked.

"No! I don't even know your name; let alone, anything about you!" She shouted, "They just said I was going on a date and the only reason I went along with it, was because I already planned on going to the fabric store down the street. I got a free ride."

Damian smirked.

"Mari, you have to get back inside!" Alya shouted, running towards her.

Marinette stopped and stated, "No."

"Will you grow up and-" Alya started

"You're the one that needs to grow up and stop acting like we're friends." Mari shouted back, surprising the girls, "We haven't been friends in years and now suddenly, it's like we're thirteen?"

The girls had no words. They hadnt realized their friendship was shattered until that moment.

"I don't want to date anyone. It would be a waste of my time and theirs." The designer stated, "I leave Paris at the end of the month. Hell, I leave Europe at the end of the month and I don't plan on dating long distance, with my busy work schedule. The only thing that would happen, is me breaking up with them, like when I dated Luka. He deserved better; everyone does."

'Marinette is leaving Paris!'

'How did we not know?'

'Alya should have known about this! They're best friends.'

'Was this date suppose to make her stay?'

'What about the Adrien?'

'I thought this is what she always wanted, to be with Adrien?'

"I'm sure this guy you set me up with is-" Mari continued.

"I set you up with Adrien!" Alya cried out, "Just like you always wanted! Why am I the bad guy? I dont know this guy!"

Alya smiled once she says Marinette's shocked face.

'I knew it! She still loves-'

"The fact that you still think I care about Agreste shows how much you don't know me." Mari stated, "Hell, Kagami has invited me over for three ways with her and Felix and the only reason I have said 'No' is because Felix still resembles Adrien."

Alya's jaw dropped.

'When did she start calling Adrien, 'Agreste'?'

"Though, he has started to grow out his hair." Mari mumbled, "I wondering Gami is forcing him to do so."

Damian chuckled.

Mari turned to him, "I'm sorry you got dragged into this and I may have ruined your date."

"I meant what I said earlier. I never wanted to go on the date in the first place." Damian stated, "Not worth the endeavor."

Mari giggled, "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for and if you're ever on Rue Street, go to the bakery and I'll get you something on the house."

As she turned to walk away, he grabbed her hand.

"I'm visiting Paris and you mentioned a fabric store, I assume you know where to find art supplies." He stated.

"The store I'm going to has a really good art section, but if you don't like it, there's a store two blocks away I go to for my sketching supplies." Marinette answered.

"I paint, too." He spoke.

"Felix might know!" She answered, pulling out her phone, "I think he has martial arts for another hour, but he usually checks his phone, after that."

"May I join you?" Damian asked.

Mari smiled, "Now that I know you're not forced to be with me, of course. Oh, I'm Marinette. "

"Damian." he answered.

The girls just shifted uncomfortably as they watch Mari walk away happily, with a stranger. Adrien ran up to the girls and tried to catch his breath.

"Sorry, I'm late, Alya." He gasped, "Lila made the photoshoot run late and-"

"Forget it!" She shouted and walked away.

'Lila was suppose to make sure he was on time! She said Marinette was exited about the date when she told her! This is her fault!'

Adrien looked at the others, confused.

"So, we, uh-" Mylene tried to explain.

"We tried to set you up on a blind date with Mari, but she left." Alix confessed.

"She didn't want to go on the date." Juleka explained, "She said she was leaving Paris soon."

"It's not you! Rose quickly shouted, "She didn't even know it was with you, until Alya tried to stop her from leaving!"

"Oh." He answered, "I-It...It's probably for the best. I haven't thought of her that way. It sucks that she's leaving though."

'I wonder if we even would have worked out.'

Meanwhile, Marinette was showing Damian the article supplies and pointing out the brands she favored.

"You mentioned leaving Paris." Damian spoke, "Where are you going?"

Marinette continued to grab colored pencils into her basket and answered, "I don't know if you ever heard of it. Gotham? It's in America."

"I have, actually." He smiled, as she continued to ignore him.

"I got hired to work there by the Wayne family." She continued, "I'll be designing for them."

"Is that so?" He replied, grabbing his own supplies.

'Father sure chose someone interesting. She is entirely focused on what she is doing. I can only assume she has not researched into us or we would be having a different conversation. I'll have to make sure I am the one escorting her to Gotham. After her outburst earlier, the plane ride should be interesting.'

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[badbtssmut]

11. Make me see stars | Kinktober

Your friends are tired of seeing you depressed after your break up with your ex, so they take you to a show by stripper Jimin— but he gives you more than a lapdance and that all right in front of your friends!

Contains: MC has sex in front of her besties, eating out, blowjob, her friends cheer her on and yell things, MC appears embarrassed at times, Mc says things like no and stop a few times, her friends call her a slut, ngl this is really dirty lol and made me feel someway, he cums in her, from behind, missionary, friends make comments

Music playlist: xxx, me so horny, good puss, body, kream, orange

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“You guys can’t be serious.” You scoffed, seeing the large poster of this surprise show your friends brought you to. “A private stripper show, really? I’m going home.”

You didn't even want to think about your birthday, let alone celebrate it at a strip club!

“Come oooon, y/n! You didn’t even try it! At least give the show a chance…. it will be fun! Trust us, pleaaase. If you really hate it we'll leave right away, no questions asked, promise!” They all looked at you with a hopeful look on their face.

You sighed, glancing at your friends, they looked like they were silently pleading with you, and part of you understood that this was their silly way of helping you get over your shitty ex.

"Fine... Whatever, remember you promised, if I wanna go, we go.”

—

When they mentioned a private show, you didn’t think that you would be the center of attention. You were sitting on a chair decorated with balloons with a banner saying ‘bday girl’ with ribbons hanging down and confetti everywhere. The room was dimly lit with a reddish neon hue and hovering over you was the hottest man you ever laid eyes on, not breaking eye contact as he grinded his body against you— your friends were cheering around you.

“Touch him, come on, y/n, don’t be shy!” One of your friends, Areum, giggled.

Your hands slowly reached out and ran over his chest and toned abs, Jimin smirked as you did and continued to move his body sensually.

“What’d you think y/n isn’t he soooo hot?” Your friend Nara giggled.

You didn't respond to your friend’s question as you watched Jimin dance on you. Honestly, you were keen on touching him, but you weren’t sure if you should… Jimin had you hypnotized by his smooth moves, and when the song changed, he moved his hand towards you and held it, gesturing you to his zipper.

The music was low and heavy, the bass thumping underneath your feet. Your friends giggled and cheered as you unzipped his pants and Jimin pulled his pants down, revealing his boxers. Jimin danced for a few more minutes, he had done this type of shows countless of times, yet he felt something different with you.

The stripper didn’t want to end the night with just dancing. You were stunning and your outfit emphasized your body in all the right ways— he wanted to hear pretty moans slip from your lips, he needed to have your insides rocked by his big dick.

“I have a special present for the birthday girl, is that ok with everyone in the room tonight?"

Of course, your friends were totally into whatever Jimin had planned for you.

Jimin got down on his knees and he leaned in closer, pressing his tongue against the fabric of your panties, testing out the waters. At which you left out a soft moan— it came as a surprise to you but you didn’t hate it, matter of fact, you waited with anticipation, wanting to know how far he would take things…

“Come on y/n! Let the pretty boy see your puss!” Nara encouraged and your friends joined in.

You moved your panties to the side, and he started to lick you. You shifted on the chair, letting out a soft moan as his head moved up and down, his slender fingers soon joining.

“Ooohh you gotta see her titties tooooo, she got te best titties!” Areum stood behind you and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and exposing your chest.

Jimin looked up at you, nearly drooling at the sight of your bare wet pussy and your boobs that were threatening to spill out of your bra. “Yum, your friends are right, hot tits, very hot.” He said as he curved his fingers into you which made you squeal.

“Oh, that’s the spot? Here… or here? But how about here, hm?" Jimin smirked as you whimpered while his fingers showed no mercy, while his tongue flickered over your swollen clit.

You let out a soft whine, before your body trembled as you orgasmed at his touches, Jimin stopped with a content smile on his face as he stood, his fingers covered in your slick.

“Babe, you can’t leave him hanging, don’t you see how his cock is begging for relief?” Sana piped in.

“Yeah, look, if he gets even harder, his boxers will surely rip!” Nara pointed out.

You noticed it too, the bulge that stood out in his boxers. Your fingers trailed over the elastic band of the boxers and you pulled it down, letting his erection spring free.

Your friend clapped, cheers and laughter coming from them as they chanted:

“Suck that dick! Suck that dick! Whooooo!”

Your lips wrapped around his cock and you started to bob your head back and forth.

Jimin groaned, his fingers tangled through your hair, gently pushing your head down further in an attempt to try to get you to deep throat him. The man’s moans were barely louder than the music as you took him all in and continued to suck him off in a rhythmic tempo.

After a couple of minutes, your friends started to chant something else: “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her! Fuck the birthday girl!”

Fuck, this was all so lewd and nasty, yet all of this made you so unbelievably horny.

Jimin was very eager to follow the crowd's demands and he promptly pulled his cock out. “Get on your knees sexy, look at your friends, show them how much of a good time you’re having.” And you did just that, turning to face your friends, your knees on the chair and your hands holding onto the chair's back, bracing yourself as you felt the head of his cock enter you.

“Such a big cock, oh shit, this feels illegal to watch, look at how she’s taking it all in!” Nara pointed and your friends watched.

“Ugh, stop…” You whined at them.

Jimin continued to push his full length into you, not stopping until every inch was in.

“Like that cock, y/n?” One of your friends teased.

“No.” You shook your head, not wanting to give them the satisfaction, and your lips tightly pressed against each other as you focused on taking him in.

“Oh really? Then why are you dripping wet?”

“Yeahhhh… and why does your pussy looks so eager to take in that huge dick, hm?”

“Shut up!” You pouted, your face feeling hot at their comments.

When Jimin was satisfied, he started to move his hips back and forth, his hands firmly held onto your hips as he thrusted into you to the beat of the music.

You let out a series of moans, your fingers gripped onto the chair harder, your friends stayed quiet for once as they admired the view. You closed your eyes and was unable to close your mouth as Jimin thrusted into you with steady strokes, his cock filling you up.

“Y/N, you are such a slut!” Areum laughed.

“She's not the slut, you're the one who's watching her getting fucked.” Sana pointed out and the group laughed.

You were in a haze, the sensations of him fucking you felt like a fever dream— he was so perfect, he knew just how to fuck you right. Everything faded to the background; the music, the chatter of your friends, the chair legs scrapping against the floor… all you could hear was the moist sounds of his cock and your pussy mixing together.

His fingers wrapped around the front of your throat and he pulled you back, your back pressed against his chest. “Getting tired, baby?” He whispered against your ear.

“Tired.” You only managed to reply. Your knees were burning and your legs felt sore.

Jimin hummed and he stopped, pulling his cock out. He turned you around and you sat back down on the chair, your back resting against it and facing him and your friends who were watching the two of you. You spread your legs when he leaned in and pressed his cock inside of you again.

“Oh, that's hot, look at how much she's dripping.” Nara giggled, pointing at the mess between your legs.

“Wow that cock must be so good, I’m jealous~” Areum cooed as she went ahead and unbuckled your bra, pulling it off.

“You guys talk too much, shut up.” You said through gritted teeth, feeling how Jimin was deliciously stretching you out once again before he started to thrust into you again.

You held onto his arms, your boobs bouncing as his hips met yours, two of your friends stood at your sides and spread your legs even further, just enough to border on the edge of it feeling uncomfortable.

Jimin rested his hands on your chest and cupped your breasts, his fingers spread over the surface and he lightly kneaded into them as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic, rougher.

You whimpered underneath him, feeling your orgasm nearing as he fucked you into the chair, it squeaking underneath you as he was pounding into your pussy, his cock relentlessly abusing your hole. The wetness dripped down your ass cheeks onto the chair, it was embarrassing how soaking wet you were for him, but you couldn’t help it— your pussy was only doing what it was supposed to do in response to the pleasure it was getting from his greedy dick.

“Make her cum, Make her cum!” Your friends chanted, encouraging him.

Jimin’s fingers dug into your boobs as he picked up the pace, a mere second in between his thrusts as he was starting to ram into you. Jimin was feeling it too, his tongue hanging over his bottom lip as he shut his eyes, you gasped and moaned, throwing your head back as you curled your toes.

He was fucking the life out of you.

“A… ah!” You let out a scream, your chest moved up and down rapidly as a hot wave crashed through your lower body, your body twitched and shook as your muscles tightened and relaxed again and again, you could see black spots as you came so hard that you thought you would pass out.

Fuck…

“Yes! Yes! Fill her up, fill her up!” They chanted.

Jimin rode your waves of orgasm, slowing down his thrusts to a lazy pace, your juices coating his shaft as he pushed in and out of your vibrations, and as your pussy clamped down hard on his cock, he was finally milked dry, his cum leaking into you and coating your insides with his load.

“WHOO! Yeah!” Your friends laughed and clapped.

Maybe tonight wasn’t that bad of an idea afterall.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Crash Into Me

Summary: A snow storm is coming down hard and the reader is attempting to clear the driveway of snow before Dean gets home from a long shift. But one wrong move can change their whole night...

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language, head injury/body injuries, mention of car accident

A/N: Fun fact, this story takes place in the same world as one of my previous fics. We'll see if anyone can figure it out 😉

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You were panting by the time you’d made your third pass down the driveway with the shovel. Shit, you should have gotten the snowblower out. The snow had looked light but it was wet and heavy underneath, too heavy to push effectively. Plus it was coming down hard, the wind whipping more and more. Dean was due home in less than twenty minutes and you needed to clear it out if he wanted a chance of getting his truck in the drive.

Alright, you’d get the thing out of the back and clear off some room before it got too high.

Not two steps towards the garage, you felt your boot slip on some black ice and you stumbled backwards, cold hitting your back the last thing you registered before it all went black.

With a silent groan, you fluttered open your eyes, finding yourself staring up at the roof of Dean’s truck.

“Oh that’s not good,” you muttered, finding one of Dean’s hands touching your hand, his fiery hot in it.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” You winced as you sat up, finding Dean turned back in the drivers seat, watching you carefully. “Take it easy. You have a concussion. You were out about sixty seconds from what I could tell.”

“What joy,” you grumbled, holding a hand to the back of your head and hissing. He squeezed your other hand, your gaze locking onto his. “S’just a bump-”

“I was just pulling up the road when I saw you go down and you were lights out. We’re going to the hospital.” You opened your mouth to argue but he growled. “Do you remember that massive car accident you were in eight years ago? How your doctor, me, told you to take any head injuries seriously? Hm?”

“Fine, we’ll go,” you sighed.

“That’s my stubborn girl,” he said, letting go of your hand when you hit an icy patch on the road. “We’ll need to take it slow. Let me know if-”

“Yes, Dr. Winchester,” you said dramatically, feeling an ache in your side you hadn’t before from the adrenaline coursing through you. It was quiet in the truck as Dean drove back to work. The roads were a mess and it was coming down even harder. You weren’t exactly expecting to get out of there quickly but you knew you’d have to wait for a break in the weather before Dean would be able to get back on the road again.

“There we go,” said Dean as he barely drove into the employee parking garage, your eyes darting out the window to see a pair of nurses and a doctor with a stretcher waiting by the elevator. Again, you wanted to argue you were fine to walk but your side was really starting to hurt and you had a feeling you’d bruised the ribs you broke in your accident years ago.

“Well if it ain’t my favorite Winchester,” said Benny, opening the back door for you. 

“Hey, Ben,” you said, slipping out of the car before anyone could stop you. You sat down on the stretcher, Benny nodding to the nurses.

“I’ll be down in the ER in two minutes, sweetheart,” said Dean as you waved him off. 

“I got her, worry wart,” said Benny, shutting the door for you, wrapping his white coat around himself as he trailed after you on the stretcher. It was much warmer in the elevator, Benny shaking the cold off and cocking his head at you suspiciously. “So. How bad does it hurt?”

“My head,” you said quietly. You pointed to your ribs and right hip. “This whole side aches. It feels like when I broke my ribs.”

“Alright. We’ll get you taken care of. Hopefully it’s just a bad bruise.” You tried to relax on the way downstairs, Benny getting you in a room off of the ER where the less intense cases were evaluated. After only a slight argument, you convinced him that you could take off your clothes on your own. You weren’t about to let them cut through your brand new winter jacket.

By the time you were down to your bra and underwear, Dean was walking inside, pouting as he noticed the deep bruises on your skin over some of your old scars.

“You are going to go stand in that corner and let me work,” Benny said to him as he and the two nurses gently rolled you to your side to examine your back. “Alright, we’ll take you for x-rays but my gut says bruised ribs is all. Your concussion is more concerning to me considering your previous accident.”

“What does that mean?” you asked, Benny shining a light in your eyes.

“Just means I want to have you observed for a bit. We’ll do a quick MRI but I’m guessing you’re perfectly fine. Just a little concussion,” said Benny as the doors to the room burst open. Your gaze shot over, Benny still checking your jaw as Dean glanced at the nurse in dark blue scrubs by the door.

“Dr. Winchester! ER 3 needs a surgeon and Dr. Zacariah just busted his ankle in the lobby on some melted snow.”

“Go,” you said to Dean his body already moving after her but his gaze on you. “Now, Dean.”

“Benny, you make sure she’s fine!” shouted Dean on his way out, loud footsteps echoing down the hall. Benny smirked when he was gone, feeling the goose egg at the back of your head.

“Little shit forgets I graduated ahead of him in med school,” he chuckled, running a hand over your head when he finished. “Okay. Everything looks minor. We’ll run some tests and get you admitted upstairs. Kline.”

“Yes, doctor?” asked the young nurse that’d been in with you. Benny hummed.

“Put Mrs. Winchester at the front of the line for MRI and x-rays behind non-critical patients. Stay with her for the night. I have a feeling with the weather, Dr. Winchester is going to be working awhile.” 

“You should go help, Benny,” you said, nodding towards the door. “It’s icy out and I’m sure you’ll have way worse cases than mine to deal with. Go on.”

“Watch her,” said Benny to Kline as sirens sounded outside again. He took off with the other nurse, leaving you alone with the young man.

“So,” you said, sitting up with a wince. “Let’s get me taken care of so you can get back to helping people.”

“I’m sorry ma'am, but I’m not about to piss off some of the most important doctors in the hospital,” he said. “Let me get you on the schedule so we can get you somewhere quieter.”

Six Hours Later

“Hey, Y/N,” said Garth. You popped your head up from your book in the surgical staff lounge and gave him a smile. “Heard you took a fall. How you feeling?”

“Oh, they discharged me a few hours ago. A few bruised ribs and a minor concussion. I heard there was a huge pile up on the highway so I told them to give my bed to someone who needs it.”

“Which only happened because I offered to watch her outside of a room,” said Jack, who was working on charts at a table nearby. “Sorry for working in here. I know non-surgical staff aren’t allowed.”

“No worries, kiddo,” said Garth, going to the coffee machine and pouring a large cup. “I need to take a lunch. Why don’t you head on back to the ER? I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Thanks,” he said, gathering his tablet and notepad. “I’ll be back in awhile.”

You gave him a wave, Garth taking his seat when he was gone. He stretched in his chair, closing his eyes. “I’m surprised you’re not in surgery.”

“I was the past sixteen hours. Need some food and a few hours of sleep,” he said, glancing up at the clock. “Surprised Dean’s still on his feet. Didn’t he just work a double?”

“Triple,” you sighed, rubbing the back of your head, the swelling gone down thankfully. “He was only meant to do 8 hours and that turned into 24 when Dr. Alastair got sick so Dean covered his shift and then there was an accident. He never even made it into the house.”

“Good news is I’m pretty sure his surgery is wrapping up. Bad news is with the storm not everyone can make it in for their shifts.”

“Anything I can do to help?” you asked. Garth raised an eyebrow. “Come on. We both know I don’t need a babysitter or Benny wouldn’t have discharged me. I’m a little tired and have a headache and can’t lift anything but I can do something I’m sure. I mean I’m stuck here until this storm is over too. I know how much it sucks to be stuck in the hospital.”

“Let me talk to the floor nurse, see if we can find something.”

Two Hours Later

You grinned when Dean wandered into the ICU in a pair of clean scrubs. His green eyes were barely open but he was smiling when he found you coloring with a young girl who’d been in an accident with her mom.

“Dr. Winchester,” said the woman in bed quietly, Dean giving her hand a squeeze. 

“I’m surprised you remember me from the ER,” he said, eyes settling on the young girl. “You taking care of your mom for me?”

She hummed, going back to her coloring as you stood slowly. “I told Darcy about how good a doctor you are from my own personal experience.”

“Ah, well, you weren’t in quite as bad of shape,” said Dean, glancing at the monitors for a moment. “Dr. Mills told me your surgery went well. Hopefully we can get you moved out of ICU in a few hours and home in a few days. Mind if I borrow, Y/N?”

“Take her. And thank you again for keeping an eye on my daughter,” she said. 

“Anytime,” you said, Dean tucking you under his shoulders before escorting you out. He hummed, gently tapping the side of your head when you reached the elevators. “Listen. I know you wanted me to stay here and coloring isn’t that strenuous, I promise.”

“Ribs. Concussion. Hip-”

“Dean, I’m fine-”

“Thigh. Ass,” he smirked, gently rubbing your side. “That was a hard fucking fall and you need to rest.”

“I did! I promise,” you said, Dean chuckling.

“Always were a stubborn patient,” he said, the doors nearly closing when you spotted Gabe sneak inside. He gave you two a look, pretending to gag. “This is why you’re single.”

“By choice,” he said, holding up a finger. “And I’m getting the hell out of this building before I get pulled into another disaster. You two want a lift home on account of the head trauma and you looking like death warmed over?”

Dean flipped him off as you pushed his hand down. “Thank you Gabe, we appreciate it.”

“Anytime.”

Approximately nine hours after Dean was meant to get home, you and Dean trudged inside the house, leaving the snow in the driveway to be dealt with later. You were hungry and sore and less than a minute inside, you were under the covers in bed, Dean crawling in beside you.

“Wake me up if you feel nauseous or your head hurts more or-” You pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him into closing his eyes. “Bossy.”

“Sleep-deprived,” you said, pecking a kiss on his lips that he was too exhausted to return. “I promise you can dote on me when we wake up as much as you want. I won’t even complain that much.”

“You better not,” he mumbled. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Dean.”

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[tinylilacbun]

story time on how the reader got lost in the mall w rafia and the aftermath ?

Rafe and Sofia just wanted to have a 10 minute break from walking, so you can eat a small snack and they can sort out their things.

As they are searching through the amount of shopping bags for Rafe's wallet that he slipped into one of them in a haste after leaving the last store you were in.

"I swear I've put it in here somewhere..." He mutters, rummaging through the different bags furiously.

"Stop, you ain't gonna find it like that, let me-" Sofia starts but you tune their voices out when a store caught your attention, getting up from the bench you're sitting on beside the both.

A minute later Rafe finally found his wallet holding it up. "Got it. A'ight, where did you want to go next baby?" He asks, lifting his head to look at you, his heart dropping when you're not there, patting Sofia's shoulder. "Babe, where is she?"

Sofia furrows her brows turning her head to where you're supposed to be, her eyes widening. Both of them instantly stand up, their eyes scanning through the crowds of people for any sign of you.

Rafe's running a hand over his buzzed head while Sofia pulls out her phone, trying to call you but sighs when she hears your phone ringing in her bag, remembering that you gave it to her earlier so you wouldn't lose it somehow.

"Rafe, what if she's regressed? What if-" She starts to worry until Rafe places his hands on her shoulders.

"Hey, hey, don't freak out on me now. We'll find her, okay?" He assures her. "She can't be far, let's go."

Grabbing the bags, they start to search for you, walking a little faster and looking into various stores when they see you in a toy store, standing in front of a shelf that holds tons of stuffed animals.

"Thank god." Rafe sighs in relief, quickly making his way over to you and before he could start scolding you Sofia pulls you into her arms.

"Sof, look they have a pink bunny here!" You smile as she hugs you tightly, completely oblivious that you worried them beyond belief.

Sofia pulls away to cup your face in her hands, squeezing them together a bit. "You scared us, baby."

"Huh?" You furrow your brows, not understanding what she's talking about, feeling Rafe place his hand on the back of your head to pull you slightly closer and plants a kiss on top of it before pulling back to look down at you.

"You just ran away without telling us. We were worried about you, kid." He explains, his tone is a tad firm but not too much, knowing you didn't mean to worry them so much.

"M'sorry..." You mumble, now lowering your gaze to the ground in shame. "Jus' wanted to look at the plushies."

"Everything's okay now, at least we found you quickly." Sofia soothes your guilt, kissing your cheek in reassurance. Afterwards she turns her gaze to the bunny you wanted to show her.

She shares a look with Rafe and he rolls his eyes jokingly, grabbing the pastel colored bunny from the shelf. "This one looks a bit lonely here don't y'think? Better take it home." He says, handing it to you, a smile tugging on his lips when you smile again before going to hug him and he pats your back.

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[kickbackkanzaki]

The Dungeon Master and Chess Queen

You're the new student and chess captain at Hawkins High. When Eddie Munson asks you for tutoring you're certain you have him handled but you may have underestimated his strategy.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Warnings: Smut (18+), drinking, drug use, mention of past assault, physical altercation, unprotected intercourse (p in v), swearing, possessive/toxic traits, rough sex.

Eddie slipped the final joint into line with its brothers then closed the cassette tape cover. Usually when he made the sojourn to the community college he would take an entire bag of product but this trip was social.

A friend of yours was performing in a concert this weekend and had invited you up for the night. You and Eddie had done a few day trips when you'd played a competition or needed a break from Hawkins but this was the first overnighter and Wayne felt compelled to be avuncular.

"Remember what I told you," he'd advised Eddie that morning when he'd returned from shift.

"I wont screw up," Eddie assured him.

Ever since the dinner date Wayne had been reminding Eddie to be smart with you. He didn't want to see a repeat of his brother's mistakes or a nephew with a broken heart.

The unmistakeable sound of the rusty Mustang in low gear came through the window so Eddie tossed the cassette tape into his duffel bag and headed for the door.

He was down the stairs before you had a chance to knock and twirled you in a hug.

"Ready to hit the road baby?" he asked enthusiastically after a kiss. "I brought the tunes."

"Robin's shotgun," you explained and started for the parked car, "so she picks the music. You can hang in the back with her friend."

Eddie peered through the rear window and identified the passenger by his hair.

"Is that Steve Harrington?"

"Yep. Robin says he's a good hang so I let him take the empty seat."

"I thought Red was coming?"

The original plan for the weekend was to include Max to show her the good things that came after high school. To prove the cliques and conformity she endured now would end after senior year.

"She was but her Mum heard 'community college' and said 'Hell No.' She thinks we'll be fornicating and getting high all weekend," you explained with some disappointment.

"Not all weekend surely?" Eddie quipped and smacked your arse playfully.

"I'll give you meal breaks," you said charitably and winked before opening the driver's door.

Eddie tossed his duffel in the boot smirking then jumped in the back seat.

"Hey man," Steve greeted him with a friendly nod and Eddie grunted in response.

From what he remembered of Harrington he was a popular jock working his way through the girls and tormenting the nerds. Not exactly someone he wanted to road trip with.

Still it was your Mustang so you made the rules.

"What's the plan baby?" Eddie asked so he didn't have to make small talk with Steve.

"We'll meet my pal then Robin wants to look over their Art program and it might be worth talking to their Intake Department for Steve," you ran through the loose itinerary as the car rolled past the neighbouring trailers.

"What about you?" Steve asked.

"She's going to Ivy League," Robin told him before putting on a pop tape that made Eddie cringe.

You laughed blithely at that remark before you replied.

"I'm a chess player, we don't go to college. We drink yourselves to death or blow our brains out before thirty."

"Which way are you leaning?" Steve asked a little unnerved by your morbidity.

"Maybe both."

"Seriously, you're not looking at any colleges?"

"The idea doesn't really appeal," you answered with honesty. "All I've ever done is school. It might be refreshing to do something different."

"Well minimum wage isn't fun is all I'm saying," Steve remarked and let the topic drop.

Eddie looked out the window so no one could see his little smile of triumph. Your lack of college plans was good news for him.

Since your wild night at the playground Eddie had been formulating his plan to leave Hawkins with you. He knew you were too logical to just hit the road without a map and the five hundred in his account wouldn't stretch far so he'd been brainstorming a sound strategy.

Corroded Coffin were dedicated to their Tuesdays at the Hideout but the other members were being ushered towards further study and employment by their parents. If the band was going to continue after this year it would be because Eddie used their homemade banner for a new formation in a bigger city.

He'd looked into chess tournaments too. Not all of them offered big prize money but most states held an annual one and if you both squeezed your pennies maybe you could fly on a budget airfare to compete internationally. You were good enough.

Some unskilled employment would be necessary until he cracked the music scene, no band ever got their break overnight, but Eddie was willing to endure it if it gave him a shot.

The alternative was playing it safe by staying in Hawkins and he'd seen what this town did to its lifetime residents. Slowly sucked the soul out of them until Tupperware parties and work picnics became social highlights.

He knew you'd have hesitations about leaving your dad but Eddie bargained if he could catch you in a good enough mind space you'd agree.

Someone with your overcalculating brain needed the excitement of a party, a joint and a decent bottle of wine to throw caution to the wind and jump on the Munson bandwagon.

So he needed this weekend to go without a hitch to prove the two of you could survive together.

You and Robin chatted for most of the ninety minute drive while the backseat boys lapsed into an easy chill. Having no common ground they didn't attempt conversation watching the passing landscape instead.

The Mustang slowed to suburban speeds as your destination neared and you peered at the house numbers until you found what you sought.

You parked outside an honest but unloved house and lead the group onto the veranda where you rang the bell.

A gorgeous Viking opened the door and crushed you against his naked torso so tightly your spine popped. He had an anvil for a jawline, long black hair tied in a ponytail and bulging muscles tattooed with rune symbols.

You both made noises of delight and animated chatter while the other three stared dumbfounded until you remembered they were there.

"Trav these are my friends Robin and Steve," you pointed to each in turn and Travis gave them both bone crunching hugs. "Guys this is my friend Travis."

You then put your hand in Eddie's and pulled him closer to your older friend like a child scared to approach a pony at the fair.

"This is my boyfriend Eddie," you introduced him and Eddie thrust his hand out before he could be hugged.

"Hello mate," Travis said jovially and shook Eddie's hand with an enthusiasm that wasn't returned.

Eddie took in the six and a half feet of sculpted muscles, perfect smile and bright blue eyes and decided he disapproved. Eddie didn't like being dwarfed, outmatched or upstaged and in under a minute Travis had done all three.

Your entire focus was on Travis as he invited his guests in and sat them in the kitchen while he prepared refreshments.

So you didn't notice Eddie's eyes studying your expression for any hint of amor or collusion as you chatted.

"Not to love ya and leave ya but I gotta throw a shirt on and get to class," Travis said after he'd prepped the hot drinks and passed around a pack of biscuits. "I'll leave a set of keys for you guys by the door, mi casa es su casa."

"Thanks Trav," you said and he patted your back before leaving the kitchen. "We'll see you at the concert."

It was decided after tea you'd walk to the campus and check out the art exhibition after nominating Steve to clear the dishes. The clean air and pleasant walk after the long drive supplied some natural endorphins and in your good mood you assumed Eddie's tight grip on your hand was affection.

"I thought you said Travis was a chess friend?" Eddie finally spoke when you were wandering around the student gallery half an hour later.

"No we met at a tournament his friend was playing at," you corrected absently and tilted your head at the canvas you were examining.

"Then what?" Eddie pushed.

His surliness was unusual so you peeled your eyes from the painting to give him a concerned look.

"You ok?"

"Fine. Tell me about Travis," Eddie demanded.

"I had some trouble and Trav helped me out," you said simply.

Had Eddie been thinking clearly he would have noticed your elusiveness but he wasn't.

He was jealous.

"Did he help you with his penis?"

A few feet away Steve and Robin ducked behind a sculpture like infantrymen sheltering from an incoming explosive.

Your eyes bulged in disbelief and rounded on Eddie like a dueller about to fire.

"What the fuck did you just say?" your low hiss was scarier than any shout could have been and Eddie knew he'd irrecoverably fucked up.

"I'm sorry," Eddie thought apologising quickly placate you. "I shouldn't have asked that."

"Too fucking right!" your voice was rising with outrage and a few gallery goers looked your way. "I don't ask where your genitals have been but you assume I whore around with my friends! Get fucked Munson!"

Eddie reached for you but you threw your hands up in warning and he withdrew.

"Do me a favour," you dropped your voice back to the angry hiss to avoid a spectacle. "Keep the fuck away from me."

You stormed off to the ceramics display and Eddie stayed rooted to the floor. Robin and Steve cautiously crept out of their shelter and after a second of surveying Robin followed you.

Steve hung back and looked at Eddie with an expression that articulated his predicament.

He was screwed.

"Give her a minute," Steve advised and Eddie obeyed. Listening to someone else might serve him better than his own judgement right now.

You shunned Eddie for the rest of the afternoon and whenever he got close he could feel an aura of rage radiating from your skin. Robin stuck to your side trying to distract you with campus highlights and light conversation but you'd always lapse back into brooding.

Steve didn't force Eddie to talk but kept a close orbit around the metalhead incase he had to prevent a doomed reconciliation attempt. No matter how repentant Eddie might be feeling, there would be no successful peace negotiations until you were in a gentler temper.

Travis' concert was held that night at the campus bar where the staff didn't ask Steve for an ID when he ordered a round of drinks. Travis found an empty table for your party then went backstage, if he'd seen the Berlin Wall erected between yourself and Eddie he didn't say so.

Much to everyone's surprise when Travis reappeared he was carrying a cello and followed by three other string musicians. Eddie and Steve swapped a look of dismay bracing themselves for a boring night of classical symphony when Eddie recognised the first few bars.

"Is that?" Steve asked in his ear.

"Ride the Lightning," Eddie answered as his interest perked.

He looked over and saw you watching the quartet with undivided attention as you sipped your wine. Your interest in metal music was only passing despite Eddie's attempts to covert you so friend or not, you wouldn't drive two hours to listen to Metallica covers.

Unless it was for someone else.

'Fuck,' Eddie groaned mentally realising the whole weekend had been set up for him.

While he'd been orchestrating his own plans to convince you into leaving Hawkins you'd been planning your own surprise. Remorse turned the beer in Eddie's throat bitter and he made a pinched face like someone had booted him in the guts.

Eddie reached for the hand resting in your lap and braced himself for a possible violent reaction.

You permitted the touch and squeezed his long fingers before letting them drop. You were mellowing but still bearing a grudge.

Still, Eddie thought as a little ember started to glow, there was hope.

Later that night Travis and his housemate Samantha brought half the bar back to the house to continue the music and libations. His cello rested in the living room corner while he chatted to you on the couch where you sipped a glass of red.

Eddie had passed around the joints from his cassette case then retreated to the kitchen where he could watch the party from the counter.

Robin was sitting on some beanbags with Samantha and her friends from the college's feminist group while Steve slipped in and out of groups.

Steve was at total ease, parties were one of the few settings he excelled in. He made his way around the living room pitching in on strangers' conversations here and there and making people laugh.

"You're like Norman Bates man," he said retrieving more beer from the fridge. "Stop spying and go talk to her."

"Do you think it's safe?" Eddie asked glumly. He had decided to stop hating Steve on the principal of being a popular jock.

"I don't think she'll kill you with so many witnesses," Steve answered in his unique brand of wisdom. "Though I can't for the life of me understand why you said what you did."

"I was jealous," Eddie confessed miserably and flicked a pretzel across the counter passive aggressively. "I took one look at Travis with his Calvin Klein good looks and freaked. I couldn't stand the idea she might want someone better than a weed dealing failure."

"Jealously is a powerful thing my man," Steve adopted a sage tone and clasped Eddie's shoulder. "One minute you're climbing in a girl's bedroom window and the next you're defacing a movie theatre with spray paint."

"Dude that sounds oddly specific," Eddie gave his mentor an odd look.

"Never mind," Steve said shaking his head. "My point is jealously makes you do dumb things. Just go and apologise before she realises she can do better."

"Maybe she has done better."

"Travis?" Steve asked with a little surprise. "Nah you're safe man."

"How do you know?"

"She and Robin were talking about it at the bar when they thought I couldn't hear," Steve opened the cutlery draw and dug around until he found a bottle opener. "After some big chess thing a bunch of players were partying and this creep from MIT couldn't take the hint to piss off. Travis caught the arsehole sleazing all over your girl and threw him out a closed window. It was a ground level apartment but still, pretty bad arse."

Eddie wasn't sure if he could loathe himself anymore than he did in that moment. Not only had he colossally screwed up with you but he'd spent the whole day hating a great guy.

He covered his face with his large hands and groaned into them to vent his humiliation. Steve was right, he had to apologise even if you didn't forgive him. It was the right thing to do.

Across the room you'd somehow gone from discussing Travis' pharmacology studies to Russians.

"All their athletes are pumped up on performance drugs, why do you think they boycotted the last Olympics?" Travis asked conspiratorially.

"Numerous political and cultural tensions with the rest of the world?" you suggested trying not smile at his conspiracy theories.

"Because their piss glows. Here I made you a sample for your next big match."

Travis pushed a tiny bottle full of white powder into your palm and you peered at it confused. Your house was full of your father's medications but none of them were unmarked or sold in doses this small.

"What is this?" you asked suspiciously.

"I don't have a name for it yet but I put it together from some old wartime amphetamine recipes," Travis said with pride. "This shit can get you off your back to charge a tank with six bullets in your chest, just rub some on your gums."

"This has what to do with chess exactly?" you asked with increasing concern.

"A bit of this and you'll be thinking faster than any super computer," Travis promised and tapped his nose.

"I can't caught with this shit!" you hissed pushing the untested substance back into his hand. "I'll be playing chess for smokes in prison!"

"Just keep it," Travis' massive hand closed around yours. "Payment for the joints your boyfriend brought. You just might need a boost next tournament."

"What joints?" you asked and suddenly the supplier appeared.

"Hey man," Travis held out his hand and this time Eddie took it amicably.

"Just wanted to say that was some bad arse playing tonight," he said with sincere respect. "I didn't think you would shred a cello like that."

"Mozart taught me to play but it was Metallica who taught me to rock," Travis said and stood up. "Take a seat buddy and I'll bring you a new one."

Eddie let him take the empty bottle from his hand and Travis wove his way through the crowd to the kitchen. You had found something in the opposite direction to look at and Eddie knew he was still in trouble.

"Can I sit?" he asked tentatively.

"Sure," you grumbled.

You were stuck with him until you got back to Hawkins so might as well keep it civil until then.

Eddie sat on the vacated couch cushion and kept a polite ten centimeter gap between you like a couple of church kids. He hated not being able to pull you under his arm like when you watched TV at his place but he couldn't force your forgiveness.

Desperate for a way in he looked over the strange wooden board on the coffee table. It was covered in tiny black and white tiles that made a pattern Eddie couldn't figure.

"This looks pretty cool, what is it?" he asked as he ran this fingers through a pot of small round tiles.

"Igo, ancient Asian game. It's about taking territory."

Your answer was snappy but at least you were talking to him.

"Is it as hard as chess?"

"Harder."

"Trav seems like a cool dude," Eddie took a bold leap into sensitive territory and braced himself.

He was afraid if you looked at him with the withering contempt you had in the gallery he'd melt from the inside out.

"You guys have a lot in common that's why I wanted you to meet," you said bluntly and finally looked at him.

Eddie could see you were tired, which could have been the wine, but he suspected you were drained from the fury you'd been carrying all day.

He hated being the cause of that. You'd been so relieved and upbeat to be free of Hawkins and your incumbrances for a little while and he'd set it all ablaze.

"You could have just told me about the creep trying to get into your pants," Eddie said gently.

"Gee, sorry I didn't want to recall attempted rape," you replied sarcastically as an old hurt burned. "It was kind of horrifying."

Just mentioning the experience made you smell the nauseating aftershave the fucker had lathered himself in and feel his bruising fingers ripping your tights.

When you'd robbed him of his championship title he'd tried to seduce you but when that failed he figured forcing you would prove his superiority.

"You're right, you're right I'm an arsehole, sorry," Eddie could see he was distancing you again and apologised to keep you close.

"You're not an arsehole Eddie you just don't think," you groaned exasperated and rubbed your forehead. "I honestly don't know what's gotten into you today. It's not like you to be so moody and nasty."

"Being in love with you makes me stupid."

Your neck nearly snapped it whipped around so fast.

"I can rephrase that!" Eddie blurted and poised himself to tackle you in case you ran.

"Don't. Don't say anything."

All you could do was stare horrified. Your brain was flying faster than a master's chess game as you tried to comprehend what Eddie had just told you. Maybe you'd misheard or his humour had degraded into poor taste?

No, he'd meant what he'd said. Eddie's eyes could never hide the truth.

"Can I top you up?"

Travis had returned holding a beer in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.

"Leave the bottle," you ordered without taking your eyes off Eddie.

"Ok," Travis said very slowly and retreated to the safety of other friends.

"I fucked up," Eddie just didn't have the good sense to stay quiet. "Tell me how I put this right baby."

The world had just tilted and you needed a crutch until you could untangle the mess in your brain. Something you could control.

"I want to play chess."

"Yep."

Eddie ran out to the car and got your travel board, you never left home without a chess set. His fingers fumbled the pieces multiple times when he tried to set them up so you snatched them away and arranged them like you were on autopilot.

You said nothing the rest of the night, not to Eddie, not to anyone. Your ruthless slaughter of Eddie and other unwitting opponents attracted a crowd but you hardly noticed your head was such a swirl.

At some point the liquor ran out and Travis' friends headed home leaving your travelling party to retire.

"Ok Steve you're on the couch, Robin you're sharing with Samantha and you two lovers can have the mattress in the laundry. Good night all."

Travis gave a yawn with an exhausted wave and your friends exchanged weary goodnights going their separate ways. Eddie took you under his arm guiding you towards the laundry where Travis had thrown some spare pillows and blankets on an old mattress.

You still hadn't spoken but your friends had assumed it was down to the long emotional day and booze. Eddie suspected you were too addled by his confession to construct anything sensible so let you be and started stripping once the door closed.

"How dare you," your sudden voice was low and full of accusation.

Eddie stopped mid undress and fixed on you like an animal cornered by a hunter.

"How dare you say I love you like that."

"Baby what's wrong?" Eddie let his shirt fall to the ground and stood straight to assess you. It wasn't like yourself to get aggressive without provocation.

"Isn't it enough to stay how we are?" you demanded and in a rush pinned him to the wall by his shoulders. "Why are you trying to ruin it all?"

Eddie caught your hands and flattened them against his chest so you couldn't gouge him.

"You selfish fucker!" you spat and tried to pull away but Eddie held you tight.

Your sudden violence scared him and had to stop before you woke the whole house. If the others saw you like this they'd call the paramedics to pump your stomach or sedate you.

Eddie dropped his knees on the mattress and tugged at your captive wrists. You resisted but he engaged a strength he never used making you fall forward.

"Cut this out!" Eddie growled as you tried to knock him sideways with your shoulder.

Using his long legs to his advantage Eddie straddled you using his weight to pin you in place.

"Cut it out now!" he repeated as you bucked against his pelvis and he pulled your wrists apart to pin them along your sides.

You felt like a beached fish with no limbs to help you escape. You grit your teeth and thrashed under his weight ignoring his pleas for calm.

Eddie was growing desperate, he would never hurt you but nothing he said was getting through. It was like you'd gone somewhere beyond reason and could only communicate with force.

He had to snap you out of this mania but he didn't have cold water to throw and refused to slap you. A primal solution came to Eddie and before thinking it through bit your neck with something close to a snarl.

You yelped and kicked your legs in response. Eddie had left hickeys on you before and you'd given him a fair share but the ferocity was new.

The million screaming thoughts firing through your brain like lubricated machine gun rounds suddenly silenced and your skin flushed hot as if his bite had injected a drug.

Your brilliant grandmaster mind devolved under the force of Eddie's teeth and a single undeniable need roared for fulfillment.

"Ravage me," you gasped with ferocity.

Eddie obeyed without hesitation.

He released the raw skin from between his teeth and let go of your wrists so he could pull your pants open. His cock had grown rock hard against your struggling arse and his stoked temper made his hands rough.

Your jeans and underwear came down in one pull and you spread your knees as Eddie hastily undid his belt. He hit the tumble drier with his foot in an attempt to kick his pants off then left them caught around his left foot.

The wine had made you wet and the beer made him sensitive so you both cried out when you connected. Who gave a fuck if everyone heard?

Without a latex shield you could feel every contour along the gentle curve of Eddie's cock. You held yourself tight to imprint his shape against your walls and heard him growl approvingly.

Eddie held you still for a few moments while you revelled in the sensation of fulfillment and he stayed in the bliss of you warm wetness. Without the condom he imagined you both blending together inside you as if your warm, sensitive skin was permeable.

What you were doing was reckless and beyond stupid but between the alcohol and emotional distress neither of you were thinking with your brains.

"Bad girl," Eddie grunted and reached under your shirt, his nails making red lines in your skin.

Your breasts comically fell out of their cups as Eddie unclipped the bra catch and roughly pushed your clothes over your head. His dry guitarist's hands squeezed the mounds possessively and you turned your head to nip a tattoo on his arm.

Eddie's right hand abandoned your breast and pulled your hair hard making you loosen your bite. A slight trepidation passed over you at his unusual roughness and you tried to reclaim control by disconnecting.

But Eddie wasn't having it.

You felt his palms move to your hips and he pulled you back against him hard. Your slickness lubricated the thrust but the sudden slam yanked a startled gasp out of you.

"You're not going anywhere," Eddie commanded in a dark voice.

His hand found your hair again and he wound the strands around his fingers like reins before thrusting into you again. You fell onto your forearms and the new angle allowed both of you to slip a fraction deeper into bliss.

Eddie pounded into you hard and fast holding you prisoner by your hair. Your mouth hung open in silent exclamation as you locked your lungs to stop the screams that would wake the house.

Eddie's face was contorted into a mad mix of anger and delight. Biting a corner of his lip his eyes narrowed on your swinging breasts like hypnotic bells. Sensually he was alive with pleasure but the anguish of your rejection and the long day of extreme emotions had him furious.

You were holding your lower abdomen tight but being so wet you practically had no control over Eddie's cock. Not that you cared, you needed every inch of his length to pound the chaos out your brain and the brutalness of his grip to ground you in the moment.

Eddie knew he wasn't going to last. Your wet pussy and absence of protection were living up to his most erotic dreams but even in his most carnal state he was still a gentleman.

You had to come first.

His hold on your hips vanished and he slipped an arm under you before forcing you flat on the mattress. You made a noise of surprise and tried to look around but Eddie's cheek flattened against yours before you could see an explanation.

You could smell the beer and pretzels on his breath and feel rough stubble along his jawline. Under you his hand was moving into your wet folds while his cock piledrived you from behind.

His weight was crushing and you nearly protested when his finger found your bud and you started to whine.

The double sensation in your vagina was overpowering and the alcohol in you system had every nerve alight to receive the pleasure.

You started making the noise Eddie had come to know and he threw the last of what he had into you as you came.

"I love you so much and I just want you to fucking love me back!" Eddie panted on his final thrusts then pulled out without warning.

You felt something warm spill down your thigh then Eddie collapsed on top of you. An inelegant groan escaped as his weight pushed the air out your lungs and you used your elbow to shift him just enough to breathe.

His long arms enveloped you and you intertwined your fingers with his. Until your facilities recovered touch was the only form of expression you had.

Eddie's long hair was sticking to your sweaty skin and his breath felt hot against your neck but you were comforted by the wild thudding you could feel in his chest.

Sometimes you needed to abandon intellect to communicate clearly.

"I know you don't feel the same way but I had to say it, I was going crazy," Eddie finally mumbled into your shoulder and he kissed the salty skin there.

"It's all right. I love you too."

Eddie stiffened against you when you said that and you were equally surprised. The words had come to you as easily as saying, "Checkmate."

"Don't say it if it's not true," Eddie's voice was kind but there was a warning to it.

"It's true," you affirmed and squeezed his hand a little tighter. "It terrifies me but it's true."

"Don't be scared baby I'm gonna look after you," Eddie promised and kissed your temple before sliding off you.

He dug around in a laundry hamper for a second then pulled out a towel and inelegantly clean his mess off your leg. He'd never done that on anyone before and was glad you hadn't freaked.

The sex had been amazing, no wonder everyone hated wearing condoms but he couldn't shake a nagging in the back of his mind. One that wouldn't fully go away until the next time he made you a hot water bottle and a bowl of chocolate ice cream.

The sweat on your skin was drying and made you shiver. Eddie pulled up the covers and held you against him tightly.

The buzz of orgasm was fading but he felt a new elation as he stroked the plastered hair from your forehead and kissed you goodnight.

The weight of his secret was vanquished and he'd been restored by your words.

You loved him. You, a sexy, intelligent, foul mouthed, fiesty chess queen loved him. Fuck whatever happened next.

You loved him.

[gothicscorpiohub]

Drained Out

Pairing: Ex Boyfriend Loki x Reader

Summary: Y/n was the strongest person one could ever meet but this strength hides something very painful.

Warnings: Mentions of torture, break-up with loki, seizure, angst, fluff

I never realised how my breath was turning heavy, how sweat was making my heated skit cold. I wished my tears could fall, just to ease the pain. They won't. I am such a sucker at showing emotions. Blood was speedily rushing through my ears, the sound of my sharp inhaled couldn't be heard. My chest tightened incredibly. All the feelings I packed away from months haunting me.

The terrors of my past were slowly returning. Suddenly I was again on the rotten planet, Thanos prying into my mind, testing my mental stability fragment by fragment, trying to find the stones I knew the location of. Those torments before I ran to midgard. I subsided my traumatic condition to be strong, because it wasn't the time to show emotions, it never is. I never showed a flicker of hurt,or a glimpse of the torment I had been through, not even myself.

I met Loki on Midgard. I saw a reliable partner in him. We fell in love, he was the most loving person I had ever met. We were so happy but as our relationship escalated, things were on a deeper level. And that was the deepest part of me that I locked away. The part which never came in light, never healed. And when you don't heal, you bleed repeatedly.

We broke-up.

I locked that devastation in my heart too, not allowing more than a single tear running down my eye that night. Engrossed myself in heavy tasks, to never think of how messed up I was inside. But then the locked up part started getting worse. I cannot control it any longer.

And here I was, lying on the cold hard floor. Desperately needing to be held close by him, the one I hurt. Loki had been there for me whenever he sensed my discomfort, and I just pushed him out. I could never imagine how he would have felt. My hands shake as I muster up strength to pick my phone from the couch above me. My eyes blurry with tears as I call him.

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Loki rushed to her house, his heart pounding fast. It sank to his stomach when he found her on the floor in the living room, sniffling and eyes red from crying. In an instant he was by her side, pulling her on his lap.

"Y-you came?" She weakly whispered while sniffling.

"You called, Love" He answered, holding her close to his chest. It was then her dam broke loose. "I'm sorry Loki, I am sorry, so damn sorry." Her sobs broke his heart. "I love you, darling. I'm glad you called" she hid her face in his neck, hands holding his shirt tightly as she cries. He just holds her tightly through it all. Slowly her sobs calmed into soft whimpers

"You've been so strong, Love. Let me take care of you please." His soothing voice was bringing comfort to her trembling stature.mShe nods and snuggles into his chest as he picks her up and walks to her bedroom. Tucking her in bed. His heart warmed at the sight of her. Relishing the way she was allowing him to comfort her, to be with her again.

"Please stay" she mumbled softly. Still feeling drained from earlier.

"I'm right here love" he kissed her forehead tenderly

He slips in bed beside her and she snuggled into his chest once more. He flicks the light off with his magic and puts a warm blanket around them both.

"Loki?" She asked looking up.

"Hmm?"

"I love you"

"I love you too, darling"

"I'm sorry I- I pushed you away. Can you forgive me and bare with me again" she asked, her lower lip trembling again.

"I'd love nothing more. Now-now, sleep darling. We'll talk tomorrow"

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I'm again alive. Not quite but yay! Requests are always open, response may delay.

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Be Warned, for I have free time this evening and Thoughts about the Characters. Unfortunately my wrists are also kind of achey and tired but! I shall take medication for that and persevere!

Anyway, How about Tahraim. Our favorite Blue and Orange Morality guy. I've been thinking about the fact that he was there the entire time in Zuurith.

OKay Characters like him intrigue me so much. Like. He's helping our protagonists because their goals align. But also, we can't get too comfy. He's not.... malevolent persay, but also. People are projects.

Let's go through what we know. Start at the very beginning. I've heard that's a very good place to start.

Arc 1, chapter 12! Tynan, the Storm of Terror is making his way towards the City of Vash. Vash asks Tahraim if he can forge Vash a weapon so he can fight Tynan to keep his city safe. "Tahraim considered his request for what Vash considered to be a unnecessarily long time" (a line I love so very much. the repeat of considered. what we learn about Tahraim first from that line itself and then from the reveal that Tahraim's telling the story.) before giving Vash the ingot of starmetal and blue crystal, and telling Vash he "could forge him his weapon but only after Vash had made the materials his own." Vash spends three days trying to understand what Tahraim meant, before (in arguably a moment of desperation) slipping his soul inside the metal, reforging his body, and beating Tynan. Then he brings the metal back to Tahraim for him to make into a sword. When Caliban asks about that, why he didn't just make the sword in the first place, Tahraim says,

"Because if I had, I'd have deprived him of a much better weapon." Caliban points out that the city of Vash could have died if Vash hadn't figured it out. Tahraim says, "Weapons can only be forged in fire," and a few panels later, "I can give you your weapon in time. But if I interfere now - it will never become what you need it to be."

"If you want him to do the impossible, we need him to believe he can."

The next time we see Tahraim, it's chapter 16. And Dainix, who we know to be the person Caliban and Tahraim are talking about here, is having a very bad time (partly because Caliban poked at him earlier in disguise but we'll get to that later). And Tahraim appears and helps Dainix back from the ledge he's on, helps him control his abilities, and is just great for emotional catharsis. I mean:

I love "if you burn, how can you help them?" so much. It's what Dainix needed to hear at that moment. The hand holding. Dainix can't hurt Tahraim; he's literally a god of forging. Dainix also likely hasn't had someone just tenderly hold his hand since he was exiled. He helps Dainix work through what he's feeling, and then gives a bit of advice on fighting Tynan before Dainix leaves.

Scene change to Erin figuring out buying time and then to Alinua breaking open the prison and having a crisis about Life using her/ not letting her die/ not helping her. (and then Theia taking the archive out of the city) Cut back to Tahraim now looking at the tree Alinua grew. There, Caliban and Tahraim compare notes ("You got him all riled up before the fight, didn't you?" "You mean how I heated your material so you could smith it into shape?") and sass Zuurith, before Caliban says "Just leave him, we got what we needed." Caliban isn't seen again until Arc 2 chapter 4.

So let's pretend it's the early in year 2022. And you're reading Comic Aurora. If someone asked you what you thought of Tahraim, you'd probably mention he's funny, seems to like helping people, and views everything through the lens of shaping the best thing out of it. But he's a good guy. We've seen bad guys in Aurora. We've seen ones who think they are the hero of the story, like Zuurith, Jolon, and the Collector. We've seen ones who know they're bad and don't care, like Tynan. Situational Antagonists like Shrike, who knows she's not the best but also is just surviving. Falst himself was temporarily a situational antagonist. There's the Void Dragon. We've seen bad guys and malevolent gods, and Tahraim is on the same side as the good guys.

And then chapter 18. And it's less "he's a good guy" and more "his goals currently align with ours."

Some time ago, The Collector asked Tahraim to forge her a soul stealing dagger. Tahraim, like when Vash asked him for a weapon to fight a storm, and turned her down, "since [he] was worried she'd continue to stagnate if [he] gave her an easy shortcut to power." Not "Oh creating that would be a bad idea" No, he turns her down so she has to figure things out herself.

The 1.18.18 comment section was I think the first time I really saw blue and orange morality really discussed. MAN that page was crazy.

Tahraim is a teacher. He guides people towards, like how one might refine a weapon. He takes pride in his work. If giving aid might cause one to not learn something greater, then he holds back. Offers hints instead. He gave Vash starmetal and a crystal, told him to make those his own, and let Vash think it through. He and Caliban let Dainix stay in the prison for a year so Dainix wouldn't feel like he didn't have any choice in leaving, and then helped Dainix work through huge explosion of Soulfire in the arena. This same nature applies to people like the Collector, who's .... let's say scholarship he likely knew about, letting her develop her own way to capture souls so she wouldn't stagnate and would grow.

Let's look back at that first conversation again:

"Because if I had, I'd have deprived him of a much better weapon... Weapons can only be forged in fire... People temper at a more complicated pace than metal... If you want him to do the impossible, we need him to believe he can."

Vash spends three days frustrated trying to find a way to protect his people. He endured hours of fighting Tynan, losing an arm and an eye, till he reforged himself around the starmetal. Yes, he gained a sword, a better understanding of himself, but he went through pain to do that. Dainix spent a year forced to fight in an arena. He tamped down his fury and his guilt of hurting others, clung to his last principle of not fighting to kill till it left his body cracked, with inner flames spilling out. Yes, he now knows more about what he is, is able to fight more, feels like he can do the impossible, but oh the pain he went through.

Tahraim was in Zuurith during the Tynan fight. He might not have really been paying attention to our heroes other than Dainix, but he was there.

Tahraim watched as the tree broke the prison. As Alinua wrestled with her abilities, and what Life wanted from her. "I don't think I can do this in time. But you can... You can save them! Just use me!"... "She won't help me. But she won't let me die either."

Tahraim was well aware of the fight between Kendal and Tynan. And he doesn't interfere until Tynan is defeated. Until Kendal has started to figure out the starfire in the blade, and summoned Vash. Tahraim waits to show up till after everyone has done everything they can, till after Vash has given Zuurith an ultimatum.

Tahraim was at Zuurith the entire time. And he didn't interfere in the Tynan fight till every one of our heroes (and also Zuurith) had grown, stretched their capabilities, or made steps toward something new.

While I don't think Caliban and Tahraim's hidden plan is going to be harmful to the world, I do think I need to remind myself to be wary. Caliban and Tahraim aren't known for being voluntarily helpful. As Kendal mentions in arc 2, chapter 4, everyone who isn't a project is a tool.

A Trickster God and a Divine Smith have a plan. The plan thankfully seems to involve helping our heroes. At least for now.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

Ohhhhh I got an idea while listening to The Offsprings' This Is The Last Time 😅 would you maybe do an imagine where Bucky and the reader somehow have an affair but every time they're in bed, they tell themselves it's the last time because they don't wanna ruin their friendship. But of course they're both always on each other's mind and neither of them can't stop thinking about the other one. So after another time sleeping together, it's enough for Bucky and he keeps pushing her back into his arms as she tries to leave before anyone notices, and he asks her to stop hiding and finally be his girl, and of course she says yes ? Smut and fluff please if you like ♥️

OMG OMG THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST ON TUMBRL, AND I'M SO HAPPY IT'S A BUCKY FIC, LIKE YOU'VE NO IDEA.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS MESSAGE @twistersmaverick I hope you like it!

English isn't my first language, so I apologize if there are any kind of spelling mistakes

Also that Offsprings' song is really good, but when you said that reader said that she doesn't want to ruin the friendship she has with Bucky, THIS IS THE SONG THAT STARTS PLAYING ON MY MIND FR

"THAT'S MY GIRL"

You and Bucky had been friends for a long time.

When the captain introduced you to the team, the super-soldier couldn't take his eyes off of you. You started out as a friendship that eventually turned into something deeper.

That's how you ended up in his bed. You both thought it would only happen once, but after that, the times you'd sneak into each other's rooms late at night became more and more frequent.

One of those days, you found yourself between the soft sheets of his bed while he kneaded your hair with his metal hand. His fingers would slip through your locks every so often, making you reach out to him like a cat looking for sunlight.

So you decided to break the silence.

-This has to be the last time, Buck -you whispered, making him stop his movements -I don't want this to ruin our friendship

Bucky watched you for a moment, before slowly nodding his head.

-If that's what you want, that's what we'll do, sweetheart - he murmured, accepting your decision-

After that little conversation, you didn't slip between his sheets again, nor did he slip into yours.

During missions, you worked well together, as always. But when night came and Bucky reached out to the side of the bed where you usually slept and you weren't there, something stirred in his chest.

The same thing happened with you.

The days became an ordeal while each and every night you wondered if the sergeant missed you as much as you missed him.

In the end, the tension you felt for each other ended up exploding after an intense mission to recover a dangerous artifact manufactured by Hydra.

The entire team was exhausted, so they went to rest in their respective rooms. Wanda had been seriously injured, so Vision had moved in with her in your room.

That's why you resigned yourself and asked Bucky to let you sleep with him as you had done many other times. Only this time it was different.

You laid down on the side of his bed you usually laid on, and after saying a simple “good night” you snuggled up against the pillow and closed your eyes to try to get some rest, trying to ignore his powerful presence behind your back.

Then you felt his powerful arms gently holding your hips to pull you closer to him. For a moment you let him do it, enjoying the contact, before slowly moving away, eliciting a growl from him.

-We can’t do this, Buck -you whispered- What if someone finds out?

-No one will find out, baby -he assured- we've been very careful these past few weeks, we can continue to be so

-I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that - you said somewhat embarrassed by his sudden touch on your lower belly, the contrast between his flesh hand and the metal one made it increasingly difficult for you not to give in to him-

-Don't hide anymore -he murmured whispering in your ear- be my girl, doll

Slowly his hand slipped into your pants and into your underwear, making you let out a gasp.

The way you opened your legs a little more was enough for Bucky to know what your decision was before you said it out loud.

-Okay –you swallowed hard- I'll be your girl –you said making him smile- please Buck… -you gasped when you felt how the index finger of his metal hand separated your lips to catch your clitoris and play with it between his fingers-

-That's my girl –he celebrated when he saw how you lowered your hand to hold his wrist- look at you, always so desperate for me –he murmured as you moved your hips against his hand- fuck, you're taking me so well…

-Another one –you asked in a low voice- Bucky please… I need…

-I know, princess –he whispered- I can feel how you squeeze against my finger –he said moving it against you, making you lose your mind little by little- open your legs for me, honey –he ordered- I want my girl to cum –he growled in your ear- Can you do that for me?

-Yes – you gasped, moving back against him – I'll do anything for you – you confessed – please…

-Okay, princess – he stammered, smiling amusedly – ​​I'm going to make you cum, because you've been a good girl for me – he whispered – so you deserve a reward for it, don't you think?

You nodded, unable to say a word, before you felt him add a second finger inside you, moving in sync with the first.

A muffled moan came from between your lips, as a gasp came from his.

You covered your mouth with your hand to keep from making noise, but he slowly removed it.

-Don't do that -he asked gently- I want to hear how good I make you feel- he growled making you moan louder- come on baby, I know you're close, I can feel you- he panted pushing his fingers deeper inside you-

-Bucky… -you murmured- I'm going to cum…

-Do it, baby –he whispered- cum for me

You unloaded against him hard and as you tried to catch your breath, you felt I saw him finally pulling you into a hug as he whispered:

-That's my girl

[xetlynn]

Chapter seven, Renesmee

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[six] [seven] [eight]

I sit with my sister and Rosalie. She told us her baby names, as I think they're a little silly, they're also unique to Bella. Special to her. We hear Jacob enter the room and I stiffen up wondering how his conversation went with the pack. "Hey. Are you okay?" Bella asks him immediately.

"Yeah, it's not like I'm the one carrying a demon." He lightly jokes but it gets ignored. "This is pretty important, Bella. Why don't you tell Jacob what you've decided?" Rose speaks up with a small smile, I stand beside her. Alice was on the other side of Rose who was helping keep Bella up.

"What now?" Jake sucks in a breath. "Rose is trying to talk Bella out of her baby names. [Name] just laughs at everything." Edward tells him, Jacob and I make eye contact and I try not to break a smile, proving what he said to be true.

"They hate them." Bella rolls her eyes. "Well, then I'm on your side no matter what you picked." The wolf smirks causing us to scoff.

"They're not that bad. If it's a boy, EJ. Edward Jacob." I cringe at her words. Why would you name your son after a man who is in love with you? "Okay, fine, that one's not awful. Why don't you tell him the girl's name?" Rosalie encourages her to tell.

I cover my mouth trying not to laugh again, Alice was reaching over behind the other two to flick me. It's really not that bad but when she first told me I started the laughing and couldn't stop. Now whenever I hear it, it's all I respond with.

"I was playing around with our moms' names. Renee and Esme. And I was thinking... Renesmee." Bella tells him and I snort, turning into Rose, hiding my face in her arm. They don't pay attention to me.

"Renesmee." Jacob repeats back. "Too weird?" She furrows her brows. "Um..."

"No, that's not too weird. It's beautiful, and it's unique. Which certainly fits the situation. I like Renesmee." Edward chimes in, I look up and see him glaring at me but also trying not to laugh because he knows I'm not making fun of it.

"He likes it." Bella rubs her stomach.

She goes to take a drink of the blood but it slips out of her hand, trying to grab at it she bends her back the wrong way and I hear it snap. Loudly. Next thing, she gasps, moaning in pain.

Her body falls to the ground, her knees slamming down. Hearing those crunch and there's a ringing sound in my ears. I speed down and catch her head before Edward.

We all rush her to the area where we had everything ready. I stand beside my sister on one side. Alice was already on the phone with Carlisle on the other side. Rosalie was at the end with Edward. "Rosalie, pass the morphine." Edward orders the blonde. She passes the needle to him. Jacob was next to me. I observe everyone's movements trying to get myself together and attempt to help.

"Carlisle said the placenta must have detached." Alice speaks up as Edward gives Bella the shot. "He's coming as fast as he can, but..." Alice glances down to my sister. "We'll have to do it." Rosalie picks up the scalpel.

"Rosalie, no, not yet." I raise my voice at her. "Let the morphine spread." Edward adds in, sticking his hand out. "There's no time. He's dying." Rose defends herself, reasoning with us. I widen my eyes. "Get him out now!" Bella screams.

Rosalie cuts her stomach and Bella screams in pain. "Look at me, Bella." Jacob gets closer, slightly pushing me back. As Rosalie finishes cutting she stops, staring at the blood. I run using my ability and shove her away from her spot near my sister. "Alice, [Name], get her out of here!" Edward yells to us. Alice helps me get Rosalie out of the room.

"I have to be in there." I tell my girlfriend who is already nodding her head. "I'll be here with Rose. I love you." Alice pulls me into a rough kiss before I have to push myself off of her and running back into the room.

"Save her! You've got to change her!" Jacob yells at Edward. "I can't, not whilst he's still in there. I got to get him out first." Edward shakes his head, working on how to get the baby out. I grab onto my sister's hand and she grips it. "Stay, Bella. Stay focused. Keep your heart beating." Jacob tells her, she shakes her head. "No! He's suffocating!" She screams, gripping my hand even harder.

I watch Edward rip the embryonic sac with his teeth, pulling the baby out right after. He smiles at the baby. Bella finally stops screaming. Her breathing ragged but she's still holding onto my hand. The baby begins to cry.

"Hey, hey, hey." Edward cooes at it sweetly. "It's Renesmee." He grins, showing her off to Bella. My eyes soften. Watching the scene between them. "You're beautiful." Bella whispers.

Edward attempts to lay Renesmee down onto Bella's chest. Bella still grips onto my hand and I can't move. I only step out of Edward's way slightly. As he lays her down, the baby bites my sister. "Ow." Bella mumbles. Edward takes the baby back. And then I feel her grip loosen only a little bit. But not enough to give me my hand back.

I look down to see her eyes still. I try to listen for a heartbeat but there's nothing. "No!" I shout, getting Jacob's and Edward's attention. "Bella? Bella!?" Jacob begins CPR as I cry out.

Everything's spinning.

"Jacob, take the baby." Edward orders him. "Keep that away from me!" Jacob shouts, still doing CPR. I fall to my knees but Bella's hand won't let me go. "No, no, no!" I sob. "Edward, I'll take her. I promise I'm okay. Let me." I hear the woman say. I squeeze my eyes shut not letting go of my sister either.

"What is that?" I hear Jacob ask after a syringe is injected into Bella. "It's my venom."

I plead with anyone for it to work but it doesn't. I glance up to now see Edward doing the CPR. I can't get myself to get up. Feeling stuck in place as my dead sister still won't let go of my hand and I can't get myself to make her let go. "You're okay. Come on. It's supposed to be working." Edward huffs, applying maybe too much pressure. I hear her bones cracking and breaking.

"Oh, my God." Jacob cries.

"Come on. Bella, come on." Edward begs but she's still unresponsive. I whisper prayers, not even knowing if that would help our situation. Tears falling, drenching the neckline of my shirt. "I won't kill you. That'd be too easy. You deserve to live with this." Jacob tells Edward in tears, harshly leaving the room. Edward ignores him as he continues CPR.

I lay my head down on the bed. Listening to Edward plead with Bella to live.

After what feels like hours he leaves the room, hearing the commotion outside of the wolves surrounding the house. I can't get myself to follow with them. Clinging onto my sister.

I hear the venom swishing in her body. I know it's working but the shock won't let me move. Her hand never loosens and I know it's called the death grip. I know it's not her.

"Stop! It's over! If you kill her, you kill me." I hear Jacob's voice shout out. I lift my head up. One of the wolves, I don't know who goes to attack. I hear the growling but then I hear Jacob's voice again. He's telling them he imprinted. I hear the others voices and I realize he turned into his wolf form to tell them.

"Jacob imprinted. They can't hurt her. Whoever a wolf imprints on can't be harmed. It's their most absolute law." Edward informs everyone else as I finally stand up. Letting go of Bella's hand.

I hear it drop and it feels like my heart went with it. I exit the room.

I walk outside with everyone else. Sam's wolf form stands before Jacob's and I go to him.

"You're lucky." I tell him.

"You're lucky he did that. And you're lucky you didn't have to feel my hands around your neck." I spit on him. He whines, bowing his head down. "Get the fuck out of here!" I shout at him. My face still stained with tears. "All of you, you fucking mutts." I kick the dirt. Slowly, they do as told. Running off.

I turn to Jacob and stare at him for a moment. His wolf form staring right back at me. I don't say anything. All I do is go back inside. Going back into the room where Bella's body lays.

A day passes and I haven't left my sister's side. Edward coming in frequently when he's not with Renesmee. They've brought her in here and she will cling onto me.

The first I've ever met her she laid her hand on my face and a conversation in the dark shows up in my head. "Will you take care of him, I need to know when I go-" I hear my sister's voice. "If you go." Mine corrects her. "If I go. Please tell me you will take care of him." Bella says. "I will do anything for you. I will love him as my own, for you." The conversation plays a few times. Then a sight of myself looking at the baby shows up. My eyes softening.

When it ended I was confused but figured out fast that Renesmee did that. She showed her first memory of me.

"She shouldn't be this still." I hear Edward say. I look up from the ground to see Carlisle and him standing at the end of the table that Bella lays on. Alice and Rosalie cleaned her, dressing her in a dark blue dress along with putting makeup on her.

"It's the morphine." Carlisle assures him. "Maybe I was too late." Edward frowns. "No, Edward. Listen to her heart." He shakes his head. Edward glances over to me on the floor. I nod my head.

"She's there." I whisper.

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wonderlust favorite moments/interactions/scenes/etc + notes from multiple rewatches

this is a collection of all my favorite moments, scenes, interactions, and so on (as well as interesting observations that ive noticed through my multiple rewatches) from wonderlust. this is mostly for myself lmao

NOTE: so far, i only got thru ep 1 because. im tired and its almost 4 am lmao. i do wanna get thru all the eps for this tho so :3

style conventions(so i rember qwq): things are listed chronologically, by episode, with timestamps (h:mm:ss). i also (vaguely) color coded dialogue, just the PCs w/ their colors (troy in red, runt in purple, blink in green). if there is dialogue between the lines im highlighting, there will be "/.../" followed by the next line im including. finally, additional notes/thoughts/etc from me will be in small text, italicized parenthases (like this)

this will be updated as i rewatch episodes or watch new episodes :]

WARNING: beyond this point, there WILL be spoilers. proceed at your own risk!

ps: if there is anything that isnt here that you think is worthy, feel free to add on! also, there are very likely typos and/or formatting errors so. oopsie :3 (did try my best to make sure there werent)

pps: many of these will likely involve troy because im so brainrot for this guy but i do really love them all and their dynamics :3

episode 1: one man's trash

0:06:14 troy: "well then- the the fuckin uh, i gue- i guess they'll- i guess they'll fuckin- i guess when they- i guess-"

0:07:42 baby's first troy math

0:11:50 the incident

0:17:30 troy: "my names troy and i'm never gonna die!" (this note was taken when ep 23 was the latest--so far its true, but i suppose we'll see if it continues to do so)

0:37:30 this whole interaction with runt and her cousins is just adorable and i lobv it

0:45:43 ♪♫ you gotta be careful, little runt ♫♪

0:46:40 runt: "you're goddamn right uncle threestrings, why don't they give you a record deal?" uncle threestrings: "....... hohh.." (also charlie's face during this reacting to the song lmfao)

0:47:22 uncle threestrings: "if you don't come back-" runt: "ah-" uncle threestrings: "-if you don't-" runt: "i will come back." uncle threestrings: "i just need to know somethin... how many cups do ya think they got up there?"

0:58:06 pinch: "doppler we need to break this thing or somethin-" runt: "no, don't- don't break it :[" /.../ runt: "i wanna keep it!"

1:14:24 runt: "they got this big fuckin circle in the sky too, what the fuck is that?" uncle threestrings: ".. circle? who made that?" runt: "i don't know!" uncle threestrings: "how'd they put it there?"

1:28:08 cut: "she want another one?" blink: "gran- yeah, granny granite wants a slice of cake, she took my package. you know how it is, this happens every time!" cut: "i'm gonna run out, i'm gonna run out, she's just gonna eat it all-" blink: "how! how are you gonna run out?! what do you mean-" cut: "she's just gonna eat it all!" blink: "but she's so old and slow!" (i love blink's outbursts lmfao)

1:33:05 immediate simping for aeon as her design is revealed ("id let her beat me up" lmfao)

1:37:07 (realizing i didn't put together before how he somehow got his steamsled back, obv upon rewatch i know it's because of his capture but just interesting to think about how that slipped by me the first time and catching it in subsequent watches)

1:37:51 baby's first "YOU DUDE" blink: (starts running) troy: "don't play hard to get with me dude, i'll fucking catch you, i'll fucking catch you no matter how fuckin long you run i will keep running, i'm an endurance animal of a human being" (sprinting) "you can flee now- i can track you, dude"

1:39:45 (cont. from scene above, somewhat) troy: "dude, there's no need to be such a fucking freak-" blink: "what the fuck-" troy: "-i'm just trying to talk to you-" blink: "-what the fuck are you-" troy: "-i just wanted to say... i just wanted to tell you that i'm fuckin cool, and you have gotta run with me, dude, if you wanna make it down here."

1:40:31 troy believes he's at furcon, blink calls him fantasy slurs (also he "loves birds" wauw)

1:42:17 here troy says that blink's his only ticket out, and when blink asks why him troy says he's not supposed to tell him :0

1:43:06 troy: "oh, yeah, i do have a combrussion"

1:47:00 bizly: (rolls a two against troy & blink's stealth) "dude, a two, a TWO, you're fine! you're fine." charlie (in troys voice): "yah, dude i fuckin know,"

1:49:06 the making of yort (& knilb)

1:50:12 blink: "let's-let's tackle this one thing at a time, okay?" troy yort: "alright, dude, i'm fuckin, i'm yort"

1:51:45 troy yort: "have you ever heard the saying, one guy's trash is another dude's.. fuckin,,.. coo- like- fuckin shit."

1:52:22 blink: "i don't wanna- i'm gonna be frank, the more you talk, the more i don't want to help you." troy yort: "dude, who the FUCK is frank, dude? why do you wanna be him? we already got you a cool name??"

1:54:09 troy yort: "cogs? we literally, like, live, breathe, and eat cogs up there, man. i mean, we also use it as money, but you know what i mean. we DONT eat, breathe, or live it, we just use it as money."

1:54:40 cloudspire hoohah rise up

1:54:46 blink: "what are you saying??" troy yort: "dude, you are just ridiculous, man, i-i don't even know where to start. i mean like, so basically, i'm like the shit."

1:55:12 just a straight roll like man and woman missionary fuckin dude fucking a woman straight roll troy yort: "honestly sometimes i think about guys"

1:57:20 (i just love how, even tho troy JUST met blink, he's already so willing to back him up. he doesn't quite understand when he DOES need to stand down but i think it does show he's never been a fully awful person.)

1:57:57 blink: "well we got some, uh, some tetanus shots in here. a few of them have been poked by granny- granny granite, so be careful about that, she's very pokey." arch: "wouldn't want anyone to catch whatever she's got, hahaha!" troy yort: "i'm not sayin anything" baby's first i'm not sayin anything (this whole interaction is so fuckin funny to me)

2:00:42 troy yort: "i don't understand why this is happening?!" blink: "i already told you!!" troy yort: "i didn't say anything!" blink: "you kept saying you weren't saying anything!!!" troy yort: "i thought that's what you wanted!! you need to be CLEAR!!"

2:02:36 bizly: "a blunt arrow comes whizzing by your head." charlie (as troy yort): "fuckin what i just smoke it" once again charlie is possessed by troy

2:06:28 the bit with the old woman and her dead husband's pan and her second husband

2:09:18 graphite's rock and the painting (troy yort keeping the rock after too is so real, i love rocks :3)

2:11:36 troy: "hey graphite, dude, can i level with you?" graphite: ".... suuuuure?" troy: "alright, sick, cuz i think i get some hp from that. maybe some other little goodies." graphite: "you just say things, don't you?" troy: "troy"

[skzartemis]

𝐿𝒾𝒶𝓇

Chapter 9

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Pairing: Chan x F!reader x Felix Genre: SKZ ninth member au, angst, forbidden love, cheating, fluff Summary: Felix- the sunshine of her life, someone who she valued the most. Chan- the person that she fell for when she knows it's impossible. Status: ongoing Taglist: Open

That evening, Y/N found herself alone in the dorm's common area when Minho walked in, his usual composed mask slipping.

“Minho-hyung,” she started softly, but he waved a hand, collapsing onto the couch beside her.

“Jisung's avoiding me,” he muttered. “I don't know how much longer we can keep this up.”

Y/N placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it's time to stop keeping it up, then.” Minho's eyes met hers, weary but grateful. “It's not that simple.”

Before she could respond, the door burst open and Jisung walked in. The air between them crackled with tension. “Jisung—” Minho began, but Jisung shook his head.

“Not now.”

Y/N stood. “I'll give you guys some space.”

She slipped out into the hallway just as Felix appeared, concern written all over his face.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“Not really,” she admitted. “But I think it will be.”

As they walked toward the elevators, the sound of raised voices followed them — Minho and Jisung's emotions finally spilling over. Felix reached for her hand, and for once, she didn't pull away.

The tension had been simmering for weeks. Between Y/N and Chan’s increasingly complicated dynamic, Felix's quiet heartbreak, and the delicate balance the group tried to maintain, it felt like something was bound to break. And it finally did.

It started when Jisung and Minho were caught sharing a quiet moment by the practice room. They thought they were alone, Jisung's laughter muffled against Minho's shoulder as the older boy held him close. But Seungmin, ever observant, had seen them. He hadn't meant to, but the sight had left him conflicted.

Later, when Seungmin met Jeongin back at their shared dorm, the younger boy could tell something was off.

"Hyung, you okay?" Jeongin asked, nudging Seungmin's arm as they sat on the couch.

Seungmin hesitated before speaking. "Do you ever feel like... we’re all keeping too many secrets?"

Jeongin blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I saw Minho hyung and Jisung today," Seungmin said softly. "They looked... happy. But also like they were scared someone would see them."

Jeongin frowned. "You think they're together?"

"I think so," Seungmin whispered. "And I think they're scared of what might happen if people find out."

Jeongin was quiet for a moment. "Do you think we should say something? Or just... let them be?"

"Let them be," Seungmin said firmly. "But it makes me wonder... how many of us are hiding things?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and unanswered. ————————————————————————— The bombshell dropped in the middle of a fan event.

Chan was scrolling through his phone between schedules when he suddenly froze. Y/N, sitting next to him, noticed immediately.

"Hyung? What's wrong?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he handed her the phone. On the screen was a post from his girlfriend's account.

"We've decided to part ways. Please respect our privacy as we move forward separately."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Oh..."

Before either of them could say anything more, the comments started flooding in. ————————————————————————— STAY: OMG THEY BROKE UP???

STAY: I hope he's okay...

STAY: I KNEW IT. Chan and Y/N have always had more chemistry.

STAY: Felix is gonna be mad...

STAY: Please just let them all be happy. T_T ————————————————————————— Chan sighed heavily, rubbing his face with his hands. "It's gonna be a mess."

Y/N reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "We'll get through it, hyung. Together."

But the storm was only just beginning.

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if Elsa and Anna’s parents survived their trip to Ahtohallan and back?

The thing is, there were answers in Ahtohallan, but they weren't very actionable or useful for your average person.

Elsa gets something out of it because she dies, turns into snowflakes, and is resurrected as the fifth element. The movie tells me this is the same Elsa we know and love but, well, we'll never know.

For Elsa's parents--they might find out Elsa's the fifth element, but probably not as the guardian horsey isn't going to let them get that close. The other part about shafting the natives that Anna and Elsa found out as the story progressed, well, they probably already have some idea/I can't imagine either of them are naive enough to really believe it was all a terrible tragedy given what happened.

And ultimately, the problem Elsa was having wasn't something that could be solved by the Ahtohallan trip in and of itself. Elsa had to learn not to fear herself, which up until this point everything her parents had done to try and help her had only made things worse.

Which means no matter what they find out, we're right back where we started at Frozen 1. Anna and Elsa have a strained and distant relationship that Anna is extremely frustrated about, but their parents are young and Elsa is highly unlikely to be coronated anytime soon. As a result, the gates are still not open for coronation day and there's no impetus to change (in fact, there might be less, as Elsa's parents are going "fuuuuuuuuuuck" upon coming back and not having an answer to Elsa's problems).

Where things get... interesting... is down the line.

Now, the couple has two daughters. On the one hand, Elsa has been preparing to be queen her entire life, she has sacrificed so much to do so. She's very intelligent, pragmatic, and capable of being queen. But, her powers are out of control with no solution in sight. Sooner or later, she's going to slip, and they can't lock up the fucking country forever.

However, the second daughter, has not been trained for being queen at all and is... Anna. I'm sure her parents love her, they seem to from what we see of them, but Anna, especially as of Frozen 1, does not walk around with the comportment of a queen. Anna's a charming but clumsy goof who is also, at that point in time, swayed by romance and fantasy. Anna wants an adventure, a grand romance, that she might get as a princess who could be married off to a foreign kingdom.... but not as a crown princess/heir apparent.

Not to mention Anna has given 0 indications she wants to be queen, at all, and Elsa really really really does want to live up to expectations.

THOSE POWERS THOUGH.

I imagine there's much debate of "do we send Elsa up north to the wilderness where she can make as many snow things as she likes and cover it up somehow? or do we keep her here and hope for the best despite it just getting worse :/"

And Anna, I imagine, is losing her patience. She's getting close to marrying age, she can get out of this fucking kingdom. She wants to meet handsome princes and LEEEEAAAAAAAVEEEEEEE. This is bad because a) it means no backup for Elsa b) Anna you haven't even met these fucking princes.

But Anna also can't be shut up forever and she really should leave and get married, you know, eventually.

So one of a few things happen:

Under Immense Stress, Elsa Causes Eternal Winter

Sooner or later, probably when some public appearance is mandated with no wiggle room, Elsa fucks up as she did in canon. Maybe Anna is insisting she's going to run off with Hot Prince Hans who is so Hot and Of the Souther Isles, but the way things were going--the pressure was unbearable, and she was near her breaking point.

At this point, we pretty much get Frozen as Anna (probably the catalyst) goes after her sister to find out "what the fuck?!" and is also going after her sister to prove a point to her parents "WHO LIED?! THIS WHOLE TIME?!"

Hans may or may not be involved, but if he is, then he has a lot more royalty to go through this time so is probably not scheming to murder absolutely everyone and "I AM SUDDENLY KING!"

Not quite the same situation as when the king and queen were recently dead, the country in a panic over whether Elsa could handle it, then Elsa's suddenly a fucking witch and oooooof Anna's queen... and she just ran off to the mountains...

Anna of the Souther Isles

Anna gets set up with a match just as she wants and ships off to somewhere warm without any fear of being shut out. Problem is, Anna has no idea who these people are or what she's getting into and it will likely be a fucking mess. Except she's also married to a man she doesn't really know and there's now no easy way out.

"hooraaaaaay" - Anna

[littlest-w01f]

Chapter Two

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Evelyn had found herself growing roses in her garden like she usually did, smiling as the flowers bloomed in her palms, forming into a giant rose that filled her entire hand. Whenever things were hard for her, she would find herself in her garden, trying not to let her mind slip into the darkness.

This time was no different. She focused on the buds that hadn't bloomed yet, and with her power brought them to full bloom in a second. She would sit here ever since she was a little girl, she would sit in the same spot and then wonder.

She then heard a voice behind her, Tamlin, Tamlin would find his way to her, and talk her out of her gloom. But this voice wasn't Tamlin's, no, it was of their fairly new friend

"I've always liked that spring power of yours." Came a soft chuckle, Evelyn turned around to see Lucien watching her, leaning against the arch that led to her garden, he smirked when their eyes met, walking to sit next to her, "It's just so pure. Growing flowers."

She didn't say anything as she felt his hand wrap around her waist, she looked away from him, fighting tears now that he was this close. He didn't need her to say anything, he simply pulled her to rest her head on his chest.

"Eve..." Lucien whispered softly, "I'm sorry, darling."

Evelyn turned her head to look up at him, "He's dead, he's dead Lu, and I didn't even know him that well, why does it hurt?"

"It hurts because you're empathic, Eve" Lucien cupped her cheeks, wiping away the few tears on her mask she couldn't stop from escaping, "It hurts because Andras was your friend, he was our friend. And we lost him. Lost him before we could've gotten to know him a lot better."

"He wanted to take me to meet his mate and kids..." Evelyn breathed shallowly, "And now he's just... Gone."

"I know... I know, baby." Lucien held her close to him, tears in his own eyes.

Each death of their sentinels over the curse had the same effect on Evelyn, each news of death hurt her, in a way that Tamlin and Lucien couldn't understand. The female with the biggest smile on her face would crack with the feeling of loss higher than either of them.

"I couldn't keep them safe," Evelyn sniffed, her hands gripping his biceps. "They had to die for us. We were supposed to keep them safe."

"It's not your fault, Eve." Lucien kissed her temple, his voice soothing, "None of this is your fault, just hers."

It took Lucien minutes to have her smiling again, setting flowers in her hair while braiding it, sitting in a garden swing. "We good?"

"Yeah, we're good." Evelyn smiled softly, leaning into him.

"Lu," Evelyn looked around a little after she had calmed down, "Where's Tam?"

Lucien chuckled, finishing up her braids, "He's gone to get the human, he'll be back soon."

"Oh," Evelyn nodded, "Well I should prepare for her return..." She got up from the swing. "She could be the one to break our curse, and we'll be done with this 7 times 7 shit."

"Hope she's at least attractive," Lucien chuckled when she hit his arm at the comment. "What? I'm not going to house a human who killed my friend if she's not even nice to look at."

Evelyn rolled her eyes at his comment, "No, Lucien, we will give her a place to stay even if you don't think her human face is good to look at."

Evelyn was pacing around in the gardens of her estate. Two days. it had been two days since her brother had gone to retrieve the mortal. She was worried about him, worried about his safety, she was sure Lucien was starting to get annoyed with how often she'd asked him to take her to the wall so she could find her brother.

"It's only been two days, Eve." Lucien stressed.

Evelyn sighed, "But what if-" What if her brother was dead too. What if he met the same fate as their friend.

"Your brother is the damn High Lord, no human hunter can kill him." Lucien cut her straight off.

Evelyn looked to the gates, a smile formed on her face when her brother's scent reached her nose. Tamlin was there, with a girl on horseback. Evelyn rushed to her brother in the form of his beast, he'd wanted to scare the mortals into giving the mortal who killed Andras up, so he'd chosen the form that was the scariest and, in Evelyn's eyes, the most hideous.

Evelyn jumped in his arms, and her brother wrapped his arms around her, she heard the mortal that was with her brother gasp a little when her brother's beast form chuckled, she thought it would be quite a shock, to see the giant beast who had taken her from her family holding a High Fae female two feet above the ground, a female with a dove's mask covering the top half of her face, close to his chest and laughing of all things.

"Oh, hello." She chuckled as her brother set her down, addressing the girl with a smile, she looked the girl up and down, she couldn't help but notice how thin the girl was, her clothes were slightly torn up on the sides, the cuts on the fabric that were certainly from Tamlin's claws.

She frowned when the girl didn't respond, but still nodded, it was understandable, she was taken from her home and had to spend two days with Tamlin as a beast.

She cooed at the mare that paused in front of her, she nearly snorted when the girl tried to kick her to move forward, but the mare simply whined and rubbed her head in Evelyn's skirts. The girl on the horse looked between the beast and Evelyn, a hiss left her as she dropped down. Evelyn's eyes went wide when the girl stumbled, she watched her trying to find balance and not blackout.

Evelyn moved to reach out to help her when Tamlin growled, she rolled her eyes and winnowed away, leaving the two of them together.

Evelyn had set up the last plate of food when the girl, whose name she still did not know, reached the dining room with her brother still as a beast, she would have raised her eyebrows if he could see them through her mask, but she let her eyes go all the talking "Wait... What the fuck...?" She hoped they said.

Tamlin moved to the head of the table and plopped himself down on the large chair that sat there. Evelyn smiled finally when Tamlin turned back to his Hig Fae form.

She heard the girl cry out, she was sure she thought no one had heard her trying to stifle it, but their Fae ears heard it loud and clear, the girl now looked scared as she tried to press herself against the wall beside the door.

Evelyn sat down on Tamlin's right, looking between the two as if they were her personal entertainment, as Tamlin said she should eat and the girl just shook her head. She almost giggled when Tamlin drank his decanter filled with wine and drank it like water. This girl easily seemed to have gotten under her brother's skin.

"Who are you people?" That was the first thing Evelyn had heard the girl say.

"Sit." Her brother had said instead, not answering her question, "Eat."

Evelyn reached for a piece of lamb, watching the two squabble about how she thought the food wasn't safe for humans, their back and forth ended with Tamlin rolling his eyes and starting to serve himself.

Evelyn smiled with a mouth full of bread as Lucien walked in, Tamlin had told both of them to pretend their friend hadn't passed and that he hadn't gone to get her back to his court.

"Well?" He strolled in, giving Tamlin a quick bow, and Evelyn a wink. They talked of Andras' death and Evelyn was saddened a little again, she felt Tamlin's hand rest on her knee, giving her a few soothing rubs to her knees over her layers of skirts.

"You're joking," Lucien said, he said aloud what Evelyn had been thinking, "That scrawny thing brought down Andras with a single ash arrow?"

"She admitted to it." Tamlin's claws grazed his chalice, "She didn't even try to deny it." It was Eveyln's turn to place a comforting hand on her her brother's, smiling softly when his claws went back.

Lucien sat across Evelyn, "Well," He seethed, playing his part too well, "Now we're stuck with that, thanks to your useless mercy, and you've ruined-"

All of the Fae paused when the girl finally took a step forward, Lucien turned to face her, taunting her, using his tone filled with distante to subtly ask her if she fit the role of the human who would help break their curse.

Only when Tamlin snarled at him to behave did Lucien stop. A fox-like grin still appeared on his face as he said, "My apologies, lady." With the way he said 'lady' it was clearly a taunt.

He introduced himself and then the Lucien Evelyn knew came out, his tone soft as pure gold as he looked her up and down, "Your eyes are like the stars, you hair like burnished gold."

They all waited for the girl to say something when Tamlin spoke, "Her name is Feyre."

Feyre. Evelyn raised her brow at the name, old tongue, a name meaning 'Fair'. Quite fair she was, killing a fae unprovoked, Evelyn internally hissed.

"Alis will take you to your room. You could use a bath and fresh clothes." Just as Tamlin spoke, Alis was beside Feyre, glamoured to look High Fae.

Feyre was taken to her room as Lucien and Tamlin began to argue, while Evelyn gave no one but herself and her lunch any of her time.

"You do need to learn how to flirt better." Evelyn spoke up.

Tamlin looked at her in offence, "I do know how to flirt, Evie."

Lucien and Evelyn looked at each other before they burst out laughing. "Not really, no."

Tamlin scowled as he ate from his plate, ignoring both of them.

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[slxsherwriter]

Pack Expansion

Fandom: House of 1000 Corpses, 3 from Hell, Firefly trilogy

Parings: Otis Driftwood x Reader

Word Count: 3, 724

Warnings: Otis Driftwood is his own warning?, cannibalism, kidnapping, death, blood & gore

Series: Monsters in Plain Sight

Author's note: This sort of started off as a joke fic that took a turn into an entirely different direction. Come on now, The Midnight Wolfman? Foxy has been hiding something from the family. Hope everyone enjoys. As always, not beta read so mistakes are mine.

You had long since given up the fight over whether or not the Firefly house was your home. It had been declared for you, long before you had come to the realization. The last to pick up on in fact. Sure, you had accepted the family as your pack. It was hard not to with the increased amount of time you spent around them and at the house. Otis in particular. But to call it a home? Something you hadn't exactly had in years.

When Otis had officially laid claim on you, there was no chance to deny it. Your wolf recognized its alpha and accepted the claim. No fight, no hesitation. Well, maybe a little fight. Neither of you would have enjoyed it if you had just rolled over immediately.

So, you had given up the fields that you had called your own for the better part of two years and moved into the house. Chaos tended to reign more often than not. But there was rarely a shortage of prey or something to keep you entertained. Not simply from Otis either. The entire family fell into that category. On occasion though, things shifted from the enjoyable chaos that dominated life into something else.

The lazy, relaxed atmosphere of the home permeated through everything it seemed. All but impossible to ignore. Lounged on the couch, you were taking up all the space, stretched and relaxed. The worn in material was soft and comfortable, molded to your body perfectly. Baby was settled in the chair, legs thrown over the arm of it, playing with her hair. For once, she was quiet. The normally talkative woman had found an ease just sharing space with you and with the atmosphere, it wasn't necessary to talk. It was a challenge not to let the content rumble come from you. After being alone for so long, yes it was an adjustment but the pack abjm that you ultimately were was thrilled with the fact that you had found a proper place.

Movement from upstairs indicated that Otis was finally breaking away from whatever project that he was working on and had been toiling away with for hours on end. When he got inspired, there was nothing that could stop him. A habit that you were happy to let him indulge in since most of the time, it gave you the opportunity to slip from the house for a run, a patrol, or a hunt. Whatever you fancied at the time.

“Ya wanna go out tonight?” Baby's voice broke you out of your indulgent haze, causing you to glance from the TV to her. She hadn't shifted her gaze, still playing with her hair absently, chewing away at a piece of gum. “Just me and you. Ya know, a real girls night. We'll hit up the bar, get shitfaced, see if we can find any fun for the night. Come on, Bunny. We've been cooped up for too long.” Finally, her eyes unglued themselves from the TV. Admittedly, the idea was a bit enticing. Even if you couldn't get shitfaced with her. It brought about the possibility of getting a proper snack.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” The sound that came from her couldn't be classified as anything other than a squeal of excitement. It was amusing, like a pup discovering their tail for the first time. She was more aware and smarter than most gave her credit for but Baby might have been the most unhinged of the pack. She had been raised in this, brought up to know no other thing. At least from your understanding. So, it made sense. “Would be good to get a stretch and see if we can't find something to sink my teeth into.” Playfully, you snapped your jaw, human teeth clashing together, which just made her laugh harder.

Steps thudding down the stairs brought the both of you out of the moment. Too light to be Tiny or Rufus. Meaning there was only one culprit.

“The fuck are you two going on about?” Otis appeared around the corner, eyeing the both of you suspiciously. Though, with the trouble that Baby could cause, he could hardly be blamed. Before you could answer, Baby cut you off.

“Bunny and I are gonna go out tonight!” Bouncing now in her seat, her entire body was practically vibrating in excitement.

“Oh, is that so?” Red rimmed blue eyes turned to you, brow raised. As if challenging the statement that his sister had made. A shrug of your shoulders was the response, though you accompanied it with a smile.

“Yeah. What's the harm in having a little bit of fun? Besides, it's not like the freezers haven't been a little lacking lately anyway.” That might have been the wrong thing to say because the shift in his demeanor and expression was abrupt and vicious. You had to backtrack a little bit, since the words had been taken as an insult to his ability to provide. “It's the time of year, lack of people moving through, I know. Don't see nearly as many when I'm out on a run. Ain't a lack of trying. But maybe, we can pull a few guys that won't be missed, at least right away.” Baby always grabbed attention wherever she went. Which meant that it shouldn't be difficult to snag the attention of some asshole with a wandering eye.

Otis seemed to think it over for a few moments before letting out a small grunt. An agreement to the statement.

“Bring me back something to play with then.” That was about as much acceptance as you would get. Nothing else was said as the man wandered off to the kitchen, leaving a silence in his wake. The sound of the TV hadn't reached your consciousness, eyes lingering on the spot where he had disappeared. That was until a pillow smacked you right upside the head. The attack was accompanied with giggles.

“Hey! You said we were going out. No thoughts of following after him for a fuck.” Yeah, well, that couldn't exactly be denied. If that sort of game was started, the two of you wouldn't end up leaving wherever you were at for a few hours. Which, in turn, would end up ruining Baby's night.

“We are still going out, don't get your panties in a twist.” The crouch protested movement, creaking and shifting with your movement. Legs swung over the edge, you sat up and stretched out. “I'll go find RJ, see if we can take the truck.”

“You're the best!” You had barely abandoned the couch before the blonde was taking the now empty spot. She passed along a wink before turning her attention back to whatever horror movie was playing on the television.

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The bar had been utterly packed, bodies from wall to wall. You hadn't thought that there were even this many people in Ruggsville. Music had pumped through the speakers, leaving it impossible to talk to anyone without shouting. The stench of sweat and arousal permeated the air, laying heavy enough that surely even humans could pick up on the scents.

It was fertile hunting grounds. Quite literally when it came to the two of you. Baby had enjoyed the attention, moving from person to person, trying to find the right one to bring back home. If she wasn’t about to go off to have a little fun before dragging someone off into the night.

You had a few drinks, barely feeling a buzz, and had been a little more particular about who was grabbing your attention. A few choices had appeared good. Otis's words echoed in the back of your head. He wanted a plaything, though he didn't specify for how long he wanted that plaything to last. Something that did go into consideration. If you focused solely on that, you would likely miss your chance for your own plaything. Snickering softly with no one to ask why, you shook your head. Would your alpha get jealous? Seemed like he might. Even if it couldn't go both ways.

Jealousy was a pointless endeavor. None of those bodies meant shit to Otis, even if the wolf occasionally liked to grumble about it. That was settled though when you were allowed to chase one or two of them down after they accidentally escaped from the house. Quote on quote.

Eyes finally landed on a couple that was more hidden in the corner of the room. Ah, now there was a promising prospect. The first anyone had piqued your interest the entire night. From there, it had been easy to purchase some drinks, make yourself available for approach, and flirt when the woman came wandering over first. You had them hook, line, and sinker when he wandered over and settled down. The heavy arm first rested against the back of the booth, as if there was any question about where it would end up. Her hand found it's place on your thigh first before his arm slid down.

Baby found your eyes from across the room and you nodded. It would be best for you to get both the bodies tied up and tossed in the back of the truck under a trap so that Baby could bring her guy back without any sort of issue. Less questions from both parties, less chance of someone running off, easier hauling back to the house. And, the benefit was having Baby occupied with the man that she had found.

A little more damage that you would have liked happened to occur with your chosen plaything. The shift had been quick and she had knocked out without struggle as her head met the side of the truck with a satisfying thud. Claws had torn into flesh, leaving jagged and gaping wounds that might just end his life before returning to the house. All caused when he had decided to make a run for it, shouting his head off. That would draw unwanted attention and was simply unacceptable. A slash to his back had him falling before one single curved claw dug into the flesh of his cheek, yanking to tear the flesh. Cries of pain rang out into the night air but no one was around to hear it. Thankfully. Everyone was inside and too focused on enjoying their night. That music that had hurt your ears so much before was now a blessing.

RJ always had some extra rope in the back and dirty rags were a dime a dozen. Stuffing one into his mouth took care of the noise problem. Tying them both up from there took a little bit of time, you weren't used to having to restrain. The hunt was always better when they were able to run and scramble. But, it was managed and the tarp went over them, making it look like there wasn't anything but tools and other necessary things for repair in the back.

Baby had significantly better luck, though she was dealing with one where you had two. The two were intertwined as you drove back to the house, leaving you to focus solely on the roads and making sure that the two bodies remained in the bed of the truck.

She took her prey inside the house, leaving you with yours outside. Shaking your head, you pulled the tarp back and surveyed the mess that had been left behind. It seemed that the woman was just waking while the man was alive, but more in that way of clinging to life out of desperation more than anything. He wouldn't be a good chase. But there was enough there to have a few extras thrown in the freezer with an extra snack or two for you in your wolf form. Otis had just opened the door when your nose twitched. The smell carried on the wind in your direction, giving you enough time to anticipate what was coming.

Back ramrod straight, the quarry in the truck was forgotten about.

“Bunny, are you fucking listening?” You hadn't been. A low growl worked, growing in volume by the second. Nothing moved in the tree line, the cattle remained unperturbed, and the dogs were relaxed along the porch and towards the gate. “Bunny!”

“There's another wolf.”

“Another wolf? The fuck do you mean another wolf?” The potential threat had at least forced him to pay closer attention to your reactions rather than what he had been focused on, moving to grab the gun from his pocket. Not that it would do much besides piss a wolf off but it would give him a chance to get inside the house. Protective instincts rose, overwhelming every sense of self preservation that had been honed over the years.

“There's another wolf on the property. And getting closer. Get inside….” Your eyes snapped in the southern direction, near the gate before a car appeared. A car? Truck to be exact and it looked beat to hell. The person inside made a howl and instead of Otis listening to you, he began laughing. However, the sound died off and the car moved through the gate faster when you shifted and lowered closer to the ground, ready to attack. Otis may have thought that this was all a joke but that scent never lied. Whoever was in that car was a werewolf. Underlying it though was something familiar. Not that your mind allowed htat to process when all that was screaming was protect, attack, defend.

The car came to a stop, the headlights not dying down, focused directly on your prowling form. Otis was moving towards the car, gun no longer drawn. The growl only grew in volume and ferocity, your body inching forward to try and stay ahead of him but there was nothing that was deterring him.

“Holy fucking shit….”

“The fuck you doing here?”

“Oh, I think that the question should be about that.” The man pointed in your general direction, causing you to snap your maw, drool flying. The growl had never stopped, the sound rivaling the rumble of the dying engine in the car. Ears pinned back, the scent was so much stronger now that he was standing in front of you. There was no denying that this man was a werewolf. Had Otis not picked up on the fact that the man was not at all disturbed or worried about the fact that there was a giant beast snarling and gnashing not ten feet from him?

“Bunny, calm the fuck down already. This here is Foxy, he's my brother.” Brother? Why the hell hadn't he been at the house? The entire family, minus Spaulding, was supposed to be here. Huffing, you were still unsure but took a step back and shifted once more.

“Brother or not, he’s a wolf.” Otis was smiling, at more ease than you had seen him in awhile. He was slapping Foxy on the shoulder, still chuckling. Foxy had gone from smiling to watching you, posture a little more tense than before. There was a sharpness to his teeth and a flash of color to his eyes that wasn't natural for a human. Proof that your instinct and that your nose had been correct. Otis could feel the tension, he had to with the placement of his hand against Foxy. His head cocked to the side ever so slightly, eyes jumping between you both.

“I gotta fucking admit. Her nose ain't been wrong before…” Foxy grunted before his shoulders sagged.

“Ah, shit. This ain't how I wanted to tell you.”

“She's right? Fuck me!” Foxy rolled his eyes and shoved Otis off of him. “How long you been hiding this shit? That Midnight Wolfman shit a fucking inside joke?”

“Oh, fuck off. I ain't been hiding shit. Shit happened about four months ago. Didn't know fuck all about what was happening.” A newly turned wolf. Now, that would explain why he hadn't reacted as strongly to your presence as you did to his own. That, or he had been around other wolves and was able to contain it. The thought that he could bring a pack down on the family didn't settle well, flaring that desire to protect all over again. “Still don't really understand shit. Definitely can't do that,” he offered and motioned towards you. Shift on command? That had to be what he was referring to when he spoke.

“You can't control it?” Otis stepped back for a moment, looking at the man, now almost as if he was an actual threat.

“It takes a lot of fucking time,” you offered before Foxy could speak. If he really was a new wolf with no sort of mentorship, the last four months would have been hell. Likely not nourished correctly, injuries that wouldn't heal properly, and suffering through a lot of pain without embracing and understanding the shifts. The same thing young, pureblooded wolves went through. Like it or not, if the man was really family, then that meant he was part of your pack. By extension, you were responsible now for teaching. “Time and work. There's a reason young wolves generally don't master it until their teenage years.” Another huff passed your lips into the night air as your gaze jumped between Otis and Foxy.

Before you could offer any help or guidance, the moans from the bed of the truck broke the silence. Right. There were play things. A thought struck you. An injured animal always worked best when it came to teaching one how to hunt. Less likely to fight back, cause harm, and easier to catch. Build up confidence. Maybe it hadn't been such a bad thing that the man had put up that struggle.

“Ya got something you wanna share?”

“You asked for a plaything.” Pulling the tarp off revealed the two bodies. “She's all yours. Shouldn't be anything more than maybe a lingering concussion. He decided he didn't want to get into the truck so…” You shrugged with the explanation. Otis peered over the edge and took in the prey.

“Not bad, Bunny.” The praise had your spirit lifting a bit. “What do you plan on doing with him? Doesn't look like he is gonna give you a run.”

“No, but….” You glanced towards Foxy and Otis followed your look.

“What a great God damn idea.” Foxy looked confused for a moment, brow raising as you both were assessing the man.

“What?”

“We are going on a hunt.”

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By the time you returned to the house, both you and the newly turned wolf were covered in blood. A rib was settled between your teeth as he was working on a section of the ulna bone. Dragging behind the both of you was the remaining carcass that could be tossed into the freezer. Not as much as you had planned but it was better than nothing at all.

Foxy was most certainly related to the Fireflys. That was no longer doubted. He reminded you of Otis in several ways but didn't have quite the domineering sense behind him. Dangerous and deadly? Yes. Without a doubt. But his personality was a little more calm, his mind a little less focused on the big world. Frighteningly easy to talk to and within an hour of being out in the dark, he was cracking jokes and actually getting a laugh out of you.

It would take a lot more time and effort for him to learn the shift on command but he didn't fight his nature like some who were turned. That alone had him ahead of the game. From your understanding, he planned on laying low at the ranch for some time, given the amount of land and space that was here.

“Not too bad a night for a newbie.” He chuckled, looking down at the bone that was nearly out of marrow from the sounds of it.

“Have to say, you make the shit look easier than it is. But you make it make sense.”

“You'll get there. Like I said, takes time. Probably would have taken you years on your own. I say, we go out nightly, especially over the time when it's closer to the moon, and you'll get there in a few months.” A hummed response was what you got as the both of you trudged up the stairs. Slinging the remains over your shoulder, you motioned for him to head inside. “I'm gonna take care of this before settling in. You got questions, just come find me. Don't need shit getting out of hand while you're in the house.” Instead of questioning it, he nodded and headed inside, still gnawing away on the bone. Like a pup. You could have swore that if he still had his tail, it would be swaying.

Chuckling, you headed down to the basement, moving past Tiny's room with a wave to the giant, before tossing the meat onto the table.

The instinct to protect had come up without thought. Still, the hair on the back of your neck was half on end with the adrenaline that remained coursing through your veins. Threats as a wolf were never taken lightly and over the years, threats were dealt with on your own so it just heightened everything.

“Have to say, you make a pretty damn good guard dog.” The voice rang out, unexpected enough that it actually made you jump. Shit. The chuckle meant that Otis hadn't missed it either. “Aww, did I sneak up on the big bad wolf?” Rolling your eyes since your back was turned to the man, you grunted in response while using a claw to slice up the remaining meat.

His hands found your hips, the length of his frame suddenly pressed against yours. Any growl died in your throat, the sound choked out by the shifting gears within your consciousness. Seemed he wasn't too upset about you stepping across some boundaries. The hand sliding across your abdomen and up to your chest would have been far more demanding and harsh, its placement wholly different. Teeth sunk into sensitive flesh and a different sort of keeling growl took place of any other sound. Maybe the night wasn't entirely a waste after all. And just maybe having another wolf around wasn't such a bad thing. As long as Otis didn't go getting any ideas...