#sorry if you guys aren’t into slash but I AM!

[joosthead]

who tf is n*than tff

nathan ???

who is he

hewwo

it’s acid 😭😭

he’s just so gorgeous and pretty i want him and i want him and j00st to want each other too

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓁 𝒫ℯ𝓇𝒸ℯ𝓅𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈

Here we finally have my janny x reader request that has morphed into this massive… thing (and yes I did not have a name for it until yesterday 😅). I tried to make Jake as subby as possible but he ended up just turning out to be a sweet little bean. Sorry if the ending seems rushed, I was kicking myself to wrap this up so I can post and you know I’m bad at endings. Please read all the warnings because there’s a lot going on here…

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner X plus size fem!reader *includes slash

Warnings: 18+ only! Not for the faint of heart! Lots of adult content including: some angst, some jealousy, drinking and smoking, body insecurity, lots and lots of smut including: oral m&f receiving, fingering m&f receiving, squirting, some protected and unprotected sex, anal rimming, cum swapping, double penetration, threesome, college AU

Word count: 12k!

“So, what are you going to do?” You asked as you laid on your back sideways on top of the neatly made bed with your long hair hanging over the edge of the tiny mattress. You’d never met a boy who liked to make their bed, especially not a college boy, but Jake had always been the meticulous type. Even his textbooks were in a tidy row across the desk he sat at now as he tried to focus on his homework and talk to you at the same time.

“I don’t know, we can always just go together. Everyone already thinks we’re dating anyways” he replied without looking up from his page, like he hadn’t given it enough thought to be concerned at all.

“Maybe that’s why you can’t get a date,” you offered with a click of your tongue. “Am I cock blocking you Jakey?”

“I assure you, that you are not” he finally let his eyes flicker over to you, giving you a pointed look that you knew after all the years being best friends meant please change the subject.

You ignored him, as did a best friend, and continued on as you stared up at his ceiling. “I don’t know why you want to go to this stupid frat party anyways, you hate jocks”.

“I don’t want to go to this party” he corrected you after scribbling something into his notebook. “Josh wants me to. And besides they’re not all jocks, some of them are pretty cool guys”.

“Right…” you trailed off for a bit. Of course it was Josh’s doing to have Jake at this party, it was his own fraternity anyways.

“That’s why you should come too. Maybe you will meet someone there” he offered.

“Meet someone?” You scorned the idea. “At a couples party at a fraternity? What’s the deal with that anyways?”

“I don’t know, it is kind of weird” he shrugged, “I already told Josh I’m not finding a date so if he wants me to come then he can figure it out”.

“I think you should try to find someone. I haven’t seen you date anyone since Meghan broke up with you last fall semester. But to be honest that’s what you get for dating a girl named Meghan”.

Jake sighed, admitting defeat and putting his pencil down so he could turn in his chair and face you. “I’m not looking for a date”.

You quirked a brow at him, seeing him upside down from where you laid. “Why are you so against it? There’s really no one you’re interested in?”

Even from this angle, you could read Jake’s face easy as he read those complicated biology textbooks. “Wait! You are interested in someone aren’t you!”

“Will you leave it alone already?” He groaned, “and get your feet off of my wall, you’re going to leave dirty foot marks all over it”.

You grabbed one of your legs that had been propped up against the Sheetrock and looked at the sole of your foot. “They’re not dirty. Come have a look and tell me who it is you’re crushing after. I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me”.

Jake did join you on the bed, but only so he could wrestle your legs down which ultimately ended up in you with your head facing the end of the bed now and Jake on top ticking you into submission. You used to hate being tickled, didn’t like the feeling of others touching you around your midsection like that, but after so many years of being close with Jake it didn’t bother you to be a little more physically intimate with him.

That's why you’d ultimately asked him to be your first. It was the summer before you both joined college, neither of you had been with anyone before and it felt like the time was right to make that step with someone you trusted. Jake had always been there for you, and you him, and losing your virginity together had meant the world to you even though you both agreed to just stay friends.

Since then you’d slept together once more, at the first college party you went to, both getting drunk off your asses and falling into bed together in a fit of giggles. There wasn’t anyone you trusted more than Jake, and you hoped he felt the same way about you, which is why you wanted to know his secret.

“Are you going to tell me who it is or not?” You pushed at his shoulders, though not very hard because you actually didn’t really mind him being close. “Why can’t you just invite them to the party?”

“Because they’re already going to be there” Jake let slip, though he quickly tried to cover it up by tickling you again.

Just when you were sure you were about to knee him in the side if he didn’t stop, a quick light knock came at his bedroom door followed by the sound of it opening.

“Hey Jake-” Danny was abruptly cut off as he accidentally walked in on Jake scrambling to get off of you, both of you looking disheveled even though you were completely innocent.

You quickly pulled your shirt down from where it had risen up as Jake’s fingers poked and teased, hiding your stomach before Danny could get a look.

“Sorry” Danny quickly tried to turn around and leave but Jake jumped from the bed and grabbed his arm.

“No no it’s alright” Danny turned back around and you sat up as you watched Jake fix his hair back into place. “What’s up?”

“I was just going to ask if you could give me a ride to the party tomorrow night. I’ve got a study group in the afternoon and Josh will already be at the house setting up”.

“Yeah, of course” Jake easily agreed without a second’s hesitation.

You looked up at the two of them, debating on whether you should stay out of it, but ultimately decided being mean today was more fun. “You know, Jake hasn’t even gotten a date for that party yet”.

“Shut up! Yes I have!” He lied as he glanced over his shoulder at you, his face turning beat red.

“Oh, don’t worry about it” Danny replied, “I’m just taking a girl from my study group. She’s gonna meet me there. A lot of the guys are just bringing random girls as dates anyways”.

“Hmm, why make it a couples party at all then?” You questioned. Since Danny was in the fraternity too, you figured he would have more of an idea, but he just shrugged.

“Don’t know, I just show up when and where I’m supposed to be at this point”.

“So, meet here at 8 then?” Jake butt back in, not trying to hurry Danny out of his room, but also not wanting you to spill any more of his information.

“Sounds great” Danny nodded and when he left the room Jake exhaled slowly. When he shut the door again you could see the light blush that filled his cheeks, and he fidgeted with his hands as he paced across his room in a way you’d only seen him do a few times before, when he was really nervous.

You looked back at the closed door, then back at the state of your friend, and started to put two and two together. “Oh my god” you muttered, breaking him from his trance as his eyes flicked over to you. “It’s Danny isn’t it? You like Danny?”

“Shush!” He ran back over to the bed, worried that if the man in question was still in the hallway he’d hear you.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” You whispered harshly, grabbing his hands and pulling him back into the bed next to you.

“It just happened” he tried to explain, but you knew better. Jake didn’t get this way about someone overnight. “I mean I’ve always liked him obviously, but before he was just my kid brother’s friend, but here recently I don’t know…”

He trailed off, like he didn’t know how to explain the feelings that had been mixing together in his mind. “I get it” you spoke for him, “Danny’s hot. He’s always been a nice guy, and a great friend to Sam, but we’ve grown up now and he has too”.

He agreed it made sense. You had all found yourselves in college, Jake had discovered his love for marine biology and was studying to get into a program for next summer. Josh, well Josh had always been a theater kid, but in high school it was more of a clique, in college he could take it seriously.

You had bloomed in your years here, coming out of your shell as the quirky shy girl that hung around boys because you didn’t feel like you fit in with the teenage girls who cared more about hair and nails than the books or other ‘nerdy’ things you found interesting.

It wasn’t like you didn’t crave that sisterhood the girls in your year had. You liked makeup and dressing up, but even then looking at the other girl’s, thinner, with smoother hair and more expensive clothes, you never felt their equal. Being around society’s definition of pretty had made you doubt your own beauty, but having moved away from your small hometown and met so many more people, expanded your horizons a little, you were able to take a step back and realize that you were your own definition of pretty and that was truly all that mattered.

“Well,” you pulled his hand into your lap, giving it a light squeeze, “what can I do to help?”

One thing you didn’t tell Jake was that you too had a bit of a crush on Danny. You understood what Jake meant by always liking him. Since you grew up being best friends with Jake, and Danny grew up being best friends with his brother, your paths were always crossing.

From a young age you felt butterflies in your stomach when he was in the same room, lost your words when he’d talk one on one with you, even daydreamed a time or two about what it would be like to confess your feelings, but you were sure he didn’t like you that way. You had never bothered Jake with telling him about your crush either, because you felt like it would never happen. Especially now, Danny seemed out of your league. So you pushed your own heart aside for Jake, and hatched a plan to bring the two of them together.

“Hey! You’re coming too?” Danny asked when the three of you all prepared to load up into Jake’s car with the extra keg Josh had text him last minute to bring.

“Yeah, I’m his date” you made air quotation marks with your hands making Jake roll his eyes as he tried and failed to load the keg into the trunk.

“Let me help you with that” Danny came behind Jake, placing one of his hands on top of Jake’s and the other a little spaced apart so they could lift it up.

“Great team work guys!” You called from behind, giving two thumbs up and an awkward smile. Your hands fell back to your sides when they both stared blankly at you, your palms clapping against the tight black jeans covering your thighs. “Right, well I’ll take the backseat, Danny you got shotgun”.

“Oh no that’s alright! You sit up front with Jake” Danny tried to argue, but you were already popping open the door and climbing inside.

Sliding into the middle seat, you leaned over the center console. “Your hair has gotten long Danny”.

“You think?” He chuckled as you played with a ringlet that sat at shoulder length.

“Yeah, Jake was just telling me that he really likes the way you’re doing it now. That must be a tedious routine”.

Danny glanced over at Jake, who kept his eyes trained on the road for more than one reason. “I can umm, give you some pointers if you want?”

Jake’s shoulders dropped and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. Of course Danny didn’t mean to insinuate that Jake needed some pointers. He just wanted to be nice and he had learned a thing or two about hair care.

“Is Sam coming to this party?” You questioned next, trying to keep the short drive over to campus filled with conversation.

“No, he’s got a shift he couldn’t get out of. Plus he didn’t really want to come anyways”. Danny answered.

That’s good, you thought to yourself. So you wouldn’t have to deal with trying to steal Danny away from Sam, just whoever this girl he had invited as his date. Shouldn’t be too hard.

When you arrived Jake and Danny carried the keg inside. You were a little late since Danny’s study session had gone longer than he expected, but neither you or Jake minded since most of the party was already a few drinks in and having a good time. Which meant less awkward social interactions if everyone was already a little tipsy.

“M’lady” Danny offered you the first plastic cup that was filled with beer once the keg had been successfully tapped, something you were surprised you enjoyed watching since Danny was actually really good at it.

Sometimes you forgot Danny was in the same fraternity as Josh was, just because he seemed a little more down to earth and easygoing than what you pictured a frat guy being, but seeing him like this, bag pulled backwards over his dark curls and making himself right at home, was really putting it into perspective for you.

Danny started to pour another drink for Jake next, but you quickly snatched that cup from his hands too. “Nope, I’m driving back so these are my only drinks, but I see shots over there for you two”.

Danny followed your line of sight through the kitchen to the opening for the dining room where a rowdy bunch were lining up little clear plastic shot glasses and pouring them full with a variety of bottles scattered all over the table.

Once the group had taken their shots, they cleared the room and you stepped up next, placing your beers onto the table to free your hands. “Alright, pick your poison!”

You shuffled around the bottles, the light plinking sound of glass filling the room as you tried to remember any of the fancy shots you’d learned to make the summer you turned twenty-one, bar-backing at a restaurant with a few of the girls you’d met at the university. “Unless you’d rather have what Jake’s having?”

“Oh? You know what Jake likes?” Danny moved aside and let you continue your search just as your eye caught the perfect bottle.

The man in question was waiting against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and an amused smirk on his face. Despite the small hick up in the car he was enjoying watching you attempt to get Danny worked up- and if he had already had something to drink then maybe he wouldn’t feel so guilty about staring at your ass as you leaned over the edge of the table to reach the large skinny bottle all the way in the back.

“Yep, Jake likes it tall,” you lined up two of the little plastic glasses right next to each other and started to pour the clear liquid in both, all the way to the very top as you continued to speak, “smooth”, you only spilled the tiniest amount when switching over to the next one, “and sexy”.

Danny raised a brow as he took his shot from the table, careful not to make a mess though it was nearly impossible with how close to the lip the fill was. Jake pushed off the wall and moved between you and Danny, taking his own.

“Cheers” you retrieved one of your cups and held it up. The two boys mirrored your movement then both turned to each other as they knocked the alcohol back. You tilted your cup to your lips too, chugging the rest of the beer down in one go.

“Tequila?” Danny pointed to the bottle you had poured from, still tasting the burn on his tongue. “I thought you liked bourbon?”

“Don’t tell me she knows me better than you do” Jake taunted. He picked up the tequila and filled both of their glasses up again, not quite to the top this time. “Bourbon is for when you’re being a gentleman. Tequila is for when you’re up to no good”.

Danny took his second shot and wiped his mouth dry with the back of his hand. He didn’t often take two shots back to back, but it was a party and he was with friends, so he figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a little extra this time.

“Come on” you playfully grabbed Danny’s hand and started to pull him towards the sound of the rest of the party. “Let’s see how long we can keep you from your date”.

A good half an hour passed and you were nearly done with your last cup of beer before the three of you were ever interrupted. Josh stole Jake away first, and then Danny’s date finally seemed to care that he was here now that it was just the two of you standing around and chatting.

He had pointed her out nearly as soon as you arrived. She was a gorgeous girl with fair skin, dark auburn hair pulled into a tidy high ponytail, and she was wearing a tight dress that showed off her slender frame. Up until now she had been socializing with a group of guys from the fraternity, no doubt thriving on all the attention they gave her, but currently she was approaching Danny with a deceitful smile like she hadn’t just been ignoring him.

“Hey, glad you could make it” he greeted her as well as introducing you as one of his close friends.

“Nice to meet you” she turned her smile to you and you nod your head slightly with a strained “yeah, you too”.

You weren’t trying to be bitchy to her, but it was hard to not lose a little self confidence when standing next to someone who seemed so perfect in comparison, and that it pissed you off. Danny mentioned that she looked good and she played it off with a giggle, agreeing that he usually only saw her in sweats at study group, not dressed up like this. They looked like they would make a good couple, and it worried you that maybe Danny’s attention might’ve been caught elsewhere before you could help Jake make his move.

“So who was that guy standing with you earlier?” She asked Danny. So she had noticed them earlier.

“Jake?” Danny replied in question, unless she was talking about Josh for the brief moment he was there Jake had to be the one she was referring to.

“Is he part of the fraternity?” She glanced around the room, searching through the faces of party goers but coming up empty.

“No, his brother Josh is though. They’re around here somewhere”.

“Do you think you could introduce me? He’s really cute”.

Now you had every right to be possessive over Jake, even if you weren’t dating, and your anger flared up at her bold request. She was supposed to be Danny’s date and here she was asking him to introduce her to another guy?

Before you could open your mouth to say something to her that you would probably regret, Danny calmly and politely declined with a curt “he’s not available”.

It was curious to you that he’d chosen that excuse. Danny was close to Jake, he knew Jake was single, but it sounded like he didn’t want her making a move on him just as much as you didn’t.

“Oh” she sounded a little taken back by his short answer, like maybe she wasn’t accustomed to being rejected, but quickly pulled her smile back on and continued talking with Danny like it hadn’t even happened.

With your beer now gone and your nerves already shot, you leaned over to Danny. “I’m going to go find a bathroom, do you know where I can find one more private?”

“Yeah, just around the corner there” he nodded towards the opposite end of the packed living room, “take the stairs, if anyone tries to stop you just say I sent you up”.

“Thanks”. You slipped away, checking to make sure Danny was still talking to his date and not watching you make a wrong turn to go and find Jake.

When you found Jake you quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him away from his chatty other half. Though he was glad you’d come to save him, he warily asked where you were going as he followed you up the stairs. You got some funny looks from the few who did see the two of you sneaking off, but thankfully no one tried to stop you.

“I’m going to talk to Danny. Get a feel of the situation” you explained as you found an empty room you could set them up in. “Give me like fifteen minutes then head back up here, okay?”

“I don’t know…” he began, looking around the random room. It was just an additional sitting area, smaller than the living room downstairs, with a few lounge chairs and a collection of gaming consoles hooked up to the obnoxiously large flatscreen. Exactly what you’d expect in a house where a bunch of college guys lived.

“Trust me?” You asked.

Jake faced you again, and nodded his head. “Yeah, I trust you”.

“Great!” You leaned over and placed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Hopefully the next time we’re in here someone will be getting kissed on the lips”.

Jake smiled and shook his head before going off to find somewhere to entertain himself during the wait.

“Danny, can I talk to you for a sec?” you leaned against the bannister of the staircase as he walked by, two drinks in hand. One for himself, and the other you assumed was for his date.

“Sure” he easily agreed, and handed one of the drinks off to a random stranger before following you back up the stairs.

You hoped this would be the last time you’d have to climb these damn stairs as you led him to the room you’d decided on earlier. “I wanted to ask you something”. Though you were unfamiliar with the house, only having just found this room earlier, Danny was well accustomed to roaming around here and knew exactly where you were heading.

“I wanted to ask you something too” he revealed, moving to set his drink down on the ledge of a fireplace inside.

“Oh,” you stood your ground as he approached you, and for some reason your heart started to beat wildly in your chest. It was dark in the room, neither having bothered to find a light switch, but the large open windows let enough moonlight in that he was completely visible. He was cast in an ethereal blue glow just like how you’d imagined him sometimes in your daydreams. “You go first”. You pushed, trying to sort out your thoughts and focus on why you were here in the first place, for Jake.

“I’ve been picking up some… signals tonight, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t just reading into things”.

So your plan had been working, you let a smile slip. “No, no, you’re right we have been trying to get your attention”.

“If it’s my attention you want, you have it” he continued, coming to stand right in front of you.

“Well,” you nibbled on your lip, somehow nervous when before you’d been nothing but confident. “Someone likes you, and I wanted to see how you felt about it first”.

“Someone likes me?” He raised his brows with a light taunting chuckle, “and who would that be?”

Before you could answer him, clarify that it was Jake that you had brought him here for, Danny bridged the gap between you, letting one hand rest on your hip and the other cupping your face as he pulled you into a kiss.

You didn’t let your eyes close, and though every fiber in your body screamed at you to kiss him back, you were still as a statue. Danny pulled away and searched your expression for an answer to your hesitancy, and behind him you saw something that made your heart drop into your stomach. Jake had come just like you’d asked, and he’d seen Danny kiss you.

When Jake saw that you had noticed him, he quickly turned and fled, falling back into the dark before you had the chance to say something other than “Jake!”

“What’s wrong?” Danny asked, concerned that the bewildered look on your face was his fault for moving too quickly.

“I’m sorry,” you instantly apologized, though you really hadn’t done anything wrong on purpose, a reflex that still clung to you after years of feeling insignificant. “This is wrong Danny, I can’t”.

You tried to escape, run after Jake and plead for him to forgive you, but Danny caught your arm. “Wait! I don’t understand. I thought you said you liked me?” He was more confused than ever, not having seen Jake, though by your call of his name he gathered he had something to do with it. “Are you and Jake together?”

Your brows furrowed in frustration. You didn’t want to lie to Danny, but you didn’t want to betray your best friend's trust, and the truth seemed more complicated now than it ever had been before. “No, we’re not together. Not right now at least. It’s just Jake, he’s the one that likes you. I brought you up here to meet him”.

“Oh…” Danny’s hand that lingered on your arm dropped to his side as he tried to process the information you’d given him. One question still remained at the front of his mind though. “So you don’t like me then?”

“I-” your throat clenched before you could form the words you knew you needed to say. You needed to tell him no, you didn’t like him for the sake of your friendship, but instead what came out was. “I do, Danny”.

“I can’t though,” you quickly continued, trying to make up for confessing with rationalization. “Jake means the world to me, I could never do anything to hurt him. So I need to find him, please, I need to tell him this was all just some huge misunderstanding”.

“I don’t want it to be a misunderstanding though” Danny pleaded. “I like Jake” he wasn’t afraid to tell you that, and honestly if Jake had still been here right now he’d tell him too. “But I like you too. I just never said anything because I thought you were with him. I mean even if you guys say you’re not together, everyone can see the chemistry there”.

“What are you saying Danny?”

“I’m saying I like both of you” he couldn’t help the anxious huff and smile as he admit what he’d held a secret for so long. “I’ve thought about being with both of you before, I just didn’t know either of you were into me like that”.

“With both of us?” Your voice came out in a doubtful tone, though the idea was already causing butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“Is that okay? To like both of you?” He sounded apprehensive of himself now, his shoulders slumping like he was shrinking in on himself.

“I-” you stumbled over your words again, feeling your face flush when you really allowed yourself to think about it. “Yes, that’s okay with me, but Jake…” you were afraid to agree to it now. Though you claimed to know Jake better than anyone else, except maybe his own twin, you didn’t want to speak for him on this matter. Especially not after you’d just seemingly broken his trust.

“I know” Danny wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into a tight, all encompassing hug. “Let’s go find him and clear this up”.

The two of you found Jake outside, sitting on a bench with Josh who was the only one to regard your presence when you joined them on the patio. Jake had a joint perched between his fingers, the cherry lighting up as he took a drag and exhaled slowly.

“I’m going to go back inside, it’s a little chilly out here” Josh mentioned as he stood and nodded in your direction before turning back to his brother. “If you need anything just let me know okay?”

Jake was silent, taking another inhale then letting his hand settle against the armrest so the ashes would fall to the ground instead of in his lap.

“What did he tell you?” You whispered as Josh passed by.

“Nothing. He just pulled me out here and demanded I light one up for him. He’s lucky I was saving that one for after the party”.

“He’s going to be alright” Danny assured him, and Josh left you to work it out amongst yourselves.

Danny moved to take Josh’s place next to Jake on the bench, but between the two of them there wasn’t much room left to sit. You stayed off to the side, mostly keeping your distance in case Jake really was as upset with you as you knew you deserved to be.

“Hey there Jake” Danny began softly, trying to win him over with honey before jumping into the explanation for what he’d seen upstairs. “Can we talk?”

“Bout what?” Jake nearly croaked out, his voice half shot from the smoke, but you could tell it was also because he was holding back his emotions.

Your eyes prickled for him, but you dried them quickly with your hand. He hadn’t yelled at you yet, cursed the both of you and ran you off the patio, so there was hope yet he’d hear you out. No doubt the accompaniment of the weed was helping keep him calm.

Danny took his hat off and placed it on his knee, running his fingers through the tangles at the crown of his head a few times before leaning back on the bench. “Remember that summer when we all went to the beach? We rented this huge house with like six rooms. Sam brought this girl he’d only been seeing for like two weeks and it pissed everyone off because it was just supposed to be a family trip”.

Your heart went sore as you easily remembered the trip Danny was referring to, having been so excited to be invited and considered a part of the family just like Danny was. It was a short vacation over the Labor Day weekend which meant the beach was so busy, but that didn’t stop you from having the best time of your life.

“She ended up being a really nice girl” Jake mentioned, “Sam’s an idiot for letting that one go”.

“I agree with you there” Danny chuckled, not in too much of a hurry to get to the point of bringing up this story. “You two were inseparable that weekend” he glanced over at you, trying to encourage you to come closer. You did, inching forwards until Jake’s eyes flickered over and you halted like a deer ready to run from a sniper in the woods and his piercing gaze.

It felt like so long ago, even though in the grand scheme of your relationship over the years not much time had really passed between then and now. You weren’t sure how much everyone knew about you and Jake around that time, didn’t really care about what details he did or didn’t get into with his brothers, but the night before leaving was the party you had both gotten really drunk at and slept together for the second and last time. In the morning you were so terrified Jake would put some distance between you, even debated not taking the trip with them all together so he wouldn’t have to feel awkward about what had happened, but Jake clung to you the entire time.

That weekend was probably the closest you and Jake had ever come to being a legitimate couple. Every chance you got he was at your side, holding your hand, even giving you good night kisses. And yet when you got back home, back to school and work and reality, things just went back to normal.

“I remember one night, after spending all day at the beach Sam and Josh went to bed early but we stayed up to watch a movie together. You fell asleep first and I tried to get her to bed, but she wouldn’t leave you alone. So I got your blanket from your bed and she cuddled up next to you on the couch”.

Though Jake wasn’t speaking much, his face showed that he remembered the night. He remembered waking up early in the morning with you underneath his arm on the couch, not knowing how either of you had ended up that way and with a blanket too. Now he knew he had Danny to thank for that.

“I went to bed so envious that night. I mean I have Sam, and I’ve dated my fair share, but I don’t think I’ve ever come close to having what you two have”.

Jake let his eyes finally meet yours now, and he could tell you were still on the brink of tears. His brows furrowed, he didn’t want to see you upset but he was still a little hurt, and waiting for Danny to get to the part where he would be telling him he wanted you for himself. That’s what made this so difficult, because not only was his crush being taken away but he felt like he was going to lose you too.

“So tonight,” Danny continued and Jake took one last hit off his joint in preparation, “I know there might’ve been some misunderstandings, and I just want to clear the air. I don’t know what I can offer that you don’t already have, but I’d very much like to, if there’s room for me, stay with both of you”.

“With her?” Jake asked, trying to clarify what he thought Danny meant.

“With her,” Danny repeated, but took Jake’s free hand in his own, “and you”.

Danny didn’t want to make it sound like the two of you had decided this without him, you both wanted Jake to come to a conclusion on his own, hoping on bated breath that he would agree as well.

He thought about it for a moment, honestly not having even considered this was an option when he’d seen the kiss upstairs. He automatically assumed Danny wasn’t into him that way, and there was still a part of him that doubted whether Danny was doing this truly to be with him too or if it was just a ploy to get to you. Danny had never been the deceitful type though, so he chose to believe he really did want this, and Jake wanted it too.

Even though it had been so long since there had been sexual intimacy between you two, Jake never stopped wanting you. It was hard sometimes when you came over and laid on his bed like it was your own, let your guard down and made yourself comfortable and easy for the taking. All he’d have to do would be to crawl into bed with you and he knew things would easily progress from there, but you had never expressed any real desire to be anything more than friends. So held himself back, looked for reprieve in others like Meghan, but no one ever compared. Until the crush on Danny developed.

“I think…” he trailed off for a moment as he turned his hand over in Danny’s and laced their fingers together. “I’d like that too”.

Danny let out a relieved laugh, so glad his little story time actually worked because he’d had no back up plan other than to both beg him for forgiveness. “Thank fucking god. Can I kiss you too then?” He thought it would be a good thing to ask this time, just so he didn’t put anyone in a bad spot again.

Jake glanced back over at you, and you couldn’t contain the smile that came when you nodded your head. He turned back around and Danny was already pressing their lips together. At first you felt out of place watching them share this intimate moment, their first kiss, but soon Danny was breaking away and asking you to come closer again.

Jake stood first, taking your hands and leading them to wrap your arms around his neck. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You answered him with your own kiss, tasting the remnants of weed on his mouth and feeling your head spin like he was your high. Danny waited patiently for Jake to finish kissing you back before he joined from behind him.

With his added height, he was able to lean over Jake’s shoulder and reach your lips with his own, then after a few moments he used his finger underneath his chin to bring Jake’s face back and they connected again right in front of you.

Things were heating up quickly and you could feel the ache between your legs start to set in. “Boys, do we umm, want to take this party somewhere else?”

Danny, having been momentarily lost in kissing Jake, looked at you with glossed over eyes before quickly agreeing.

“I think we should find Josh and tell him we’re leaving first, so he knows we’re alright” Jake added.

“Right, I don’t need him interrupting later to check in on you” Danny brushed Jake’s hair over to the side and places a kiss on your hands before pulling away. “Not that you’ll be available to answer any phone calls”.

“Is that right?” Jake cocked an eyebrow, his hands still gripping into your hips like he never wanted to let go again.

Now that everyone was back on the same page again, your flirtatious side was coming out again so you joined in on the banter. “What do you have in store for us Danny?”

“Why don’t we hurry up and you can both find out for yourselves?”

The three of you found Josh in the dining room with a group that was lining up their next round of shots. He looked like he was still in full swing at the party, and standing right next to him was none other than Danny’s date.

“Josh, we’re leaving” Jake quickly announced to his brother, more than ready to get heading home.

“Wait! Already?” Josh complained, shot in hand and a pout on his face. He studied all of your faces, trying to determine without asking if whatever was wrong earlier had been resolved, but then he clocked Jake’s hand around your own. “Well, be safe getting home. Don’t wait up for me”.

“Wasn’t planning on it” Jake replied with a smirk and between him and Josh they both knew what that meant.

You started to follow him out the way you had come in earlier, from the back door in the kitchen, but you slowed Jake down when you noticed Danny was lingering behind.

“Will you be alright to get home?” He asked his date who looked like she had probably had one too many drinks since you left her downstairs.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure she’s safe” Josh put Danny to ease, just like Danny had for him outside.

“You’re leaving with her?” She asked Danny as she poured another shot straight into her plastic cup. “Why don’t you stay with me?”

“I’m leaving with both of them” Danny corrected, taking the cup to knock back the contents for her before tossing it into the trash can. “See you around sometime”.

He left her with the same shocked expression on her face as he had given her earlier when saying Jake was unavailable. It made sense now why he had shot her down so quickly, because Danny was willing to share you with him but no one else.

Even if you had two beers at the party, everything that had happened had sobered you up enough to drive back to the rental Jake and his brothers shared. The ride was quick, but the tension that built in the air between the three of you grew exponentially the closer you got to the destination. By the time the car was parked back in the driveway Jake was busting out of the back seat and hurrying over to the door to unlock it with his set of keys.

“You think Sam will be home soon?” You questioned when you and Danny joined him.

“If he is, then he will be in for a treat” Danny chuckled as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pressed your back to his front. With just the pair of tight jeans between the two of you, his excitement was already evident by the way his half erection pressed into your ass.

Jake got the door open and before you knew it he was pulling you from Danny’s hold and relieving you of your shirt as his lips crashed back into yours. Danny made sure the door was shut and locked back up before returning behind you and placing kisses all over your bare shoulders. His fingers found the clasp of your bra, then they pulled at your straps until the piece was slipping from your chest and joining your shirt on the floor.

Pressed between the two of them you felt your knees start to shake from arousal. You could feel both of them growing harder and you gained Jake’s attention by reaching down to cup him over his pants.

He moaned against your mouth and Danny hummed against your neck in approval. “You want to make Jake feel good first? I think we owe him that after earlier”.

You bit your lip as you started to unbutton Jake’s pants next, smiling at the way his face flushed when you started to pull them down past the swell of his ass. “Take these off Jakey” you requested and he obediently helped pull his legs free as you lowered yourself in front of him.

Jake was standing face to face with Danny now that you were on your knees between them, his blush only growing brighter as Danny removed his hat again and pulled his shirt off as well. His focus was quickly taken away though when you pulled the waistband of his boxers down and took him out with your hand.

“You want her mouth?” Danny asked as he watched you stroke him slowly from base to tip. Jake nodded his head, afraid to open his mouth and hear whatever lewd moans that would no doubt come spilling out.

“Tell her” Danny instructed, as he reached forward and grabbed Jake’s hand. He retrieved the black elastic Jake wore around his finger, usually for his own long strands when they became unruly enough to warrant being pulled into a bun, but Danny used it to gather your hair up from your face and tie it back in a low ponytail. “She’s waiting”.

“Fuck,” Jake panted, already growing frenzied from just Danny standing there watching you jerk him off. “I want your mouth” he admit, looking down right in time to see you smiling and giving him a kiss on the underside of his over sensitive head. He was unable to fight back the whine that did surface when you licked him next, all the way from his balls and up his shaft until you were wrapping your lips all the way around him.

Though this was the first time you had given Jake head, it wasn’t by any means your first rodeo, so you wasted no time pulling out all the stops trying to get a rise out of Jake as much as you were putting on a show for Danny.

“Damn, I didn’t know she was so good at that” Danny commented, his own hand palming himself through his jeans for a bit of relief.

“Me neither” Jake replied, his voice getting caught at the top of his throat when you took him all the way down yours and held him there.

Unable to stand by and watch any longer, Danny dropped down to his knees next to you and pulled on your pony tail until you were popping off Jake with tears starting to well in your eyes. Even with saliva still smeared across your face, Danny hungrily attacked your lips with his own, making sure Jake could see the way he tugged at your ponytail again to tilt your head back and slip his tongue inside.

Jake, though he admired the way you both kissed so passionately, interrupted by taking a hold of Danny by his chin and turning him towards his still wet cock. Danny opened his mouth without even the slightest hesitation and took Jake in, his eyes fluttering closed as he hollowed out his checks and sucked hard enough that Jake was tossing his head back and crying out.

You whimpered at the sight, feeling the way your panties soaked through and you squeezed your thighs together. Somehow Jake managed to register your tiny sounds, and he decided it was time to move to the bedroom before he got too lost in what was happening and you guys really did put on a show for Sam when he returned. So he tapped Danny’s shoulder and leaned down to help pick you up off the floor.

“How exactly are we going to do this?” You questioned with a giggle as the three of you stood each of you half dressed in front of Jake’s tiny bed.

“We’ll make it work” Danny answered and started to unbuckle his belt so he could rid himself of his own jeans. Jake followed suit by finally taking his shirt off, the both of them throwing their clothes somewhere in the corner of the room.

You had seen both of them shirtless plenty of times but it never ceased to amaze you how beautiful they both were, especially now as Danny ran his hand across Jake’s chest and they kissed again. Unfortunately it reminded you of your own toplessness, and you suddenly grew hyper aware of your body as you wrapped your arms around your chest.

“What’s the matter?” Danny asked, stepping away from Jake for a moment to come to your side.

“Nothing,” you shrugged your shoulders, but your hands gripped tightly into your upper arms, feeling the way they were squishy compared to his nicely toned upper body.

Jake instantly knew what you were thinking, he knew the way you struggled with body image issues in high school, and even still now though you had really grown out of it and learned to love the shape of your body no matter what anyone else said about it. “You’re so beautiful” he offered, hoping his reassurance would put your mind at ease.

“I know” you replied, giving him a soft smile in return. He had been so patient and endearing with you during your first time. When you were so scared to let him see you like this. It was definitely part of the reason your confidence blossomed into what it was today.

Danny had never seen you before though, and those old nerves were starting to resurface again. “I never knew you liked me like this” you said, looking up at Danny. “Never thought you found me attractive”.

Danny’s brows furrowed like he was offended you ever had that notion in the first place. “I have always thought you were attractive. You are a beautiful person on the inside and the outside”. He placed his hands on your shoulders, gently until he knew you were accepting of his touch and then he started to rub up and down your arms.

“Now,” his voice turned soft once more when you loosened your grip and let your arms fall to your sides again, “do you want to lay down on the bed so we can both prove to you just how sexy we think you are?”

You climbed onto the bed and sat in the middle, waiting for one or both of them to join you, but Danny already had something in mind. He walked back over to Jake, moving past him to pull the chair out from his desk and position it facing the bed. “Your turn to watch”.

With Jake sitting, Danny returned to you, easing you down onto your back as he hovered above you. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long, now that it’s actually happening I almost can’t believe it’s real”.

“I’ve thought about it too Danny” you reached around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in the thickness of his hair at the base of his neck.

“Tell me, what have you thought about?”

“About you touching me” you murmured, a sort of quiet calm falling over the room as you and Danny shared your moment.

He let his hands smooth up your thighs, giving them a squeeze and you a smirk “like this?”

“No, somewhere else”. Next he traveled up your hips, and you fought the flinch and recoil that came to you when his hands found their way across your stomach.

“Relax sweetheart” he cooed, making sure he was looking you in the eyes for any indication you truly wanted him to stop. “It’s just skin, soft and beautiful”.

You took his hands in yours and guided them further upwards until he was grabbing at your breasts. “Here” you breathed out, “touch me here”.

Having your chest fondled wasn’t usually on the top of your list of my favorite acts in the bedroom, but when Danny pinched your nipples between his fingers you let out a moan and arched your back. “Can I suck on them?” He asked, and you eagerly nodded. It was a combination of cold and warm, first the coolness of his wet tongue against the air as he licked over the hardened buds. Then warm when he pulled them into his mouth.

You moaned again, but the whimper you heard didn’t come from you. Looking to the side you saw Jake, still sitting patiently in his chair and stroking himself softly.

“Mmhmm, look over here” Danny popped off your breast to call your attention back. “It’s just me and you right now”.

You sighed contently as he went back to sucking on the other side, both of your nipples lathered up in spit and slightly aching from how hard they were.

Danny sat back up, his fingers playing with the button on your jeans. “Let’s take these off now”. You helped by lifting your hips, and he easily pulled them down your legs and off your body despite how hard they’d been to squeeze into before the party.

He leaned down again and placed a kiss on your lower tummy, then your hip. You could feel how wet you were already, and there was no way with his face so close to your center he couldn’t tell as well. “These too?” He framed his request into a question this time, his teeth nipping and pulling at the waistband of the thong you’d chosen to wear tonight. For the sake of no panty lines of course, not because you ever expected tonight would end with Danny using his teeth to peel them down.

You hooked your thumbs into the straps and quickly pulled them all the way down, Danny having to pull away again so you could get your legs free, then you were finally spread completely bare before him.

Danny settled between your thighs, urging you to bring your legs up and spread them wider so he could get a better look. “Fuck Jake, she’s perfect everywhere isn’t she?”

“I know” Jake answered, almost smugly as he’d had the pleasure of being in Danny’s exact position once before.

“So you two have had some fun already then?” Danny shook his head in faux disbelief, resolving himself that he wasn’t going to waste his chance to outdo the other man. So he dove in, his tongue finding every sensitive place you had to offer him and lapping at your juices until you were a shaking moaning mess. His tongue settled on your clit, slowing down a little to not overstimulate you so quickly as he positioned two fingers at your entrance.

“Danny, please” you bucked your hips into his face, searching for more.

Without having to ask again, Danny plunged his fingers deep inside you, increasing the pressure with his tongue in the same step, and within minutes you were spiraling towards your peak. Danny gripped your thigh with his free hand, and continued to pump his fingers in and out of you until your orgasm came washing over your entire body and you were drenching his mouth in your release. He re-emerged from between your legs with an amused smile, wiping his face clean with the back of his clean hand. “Have you ever squirt before?”

“No?” You giggled nervously, thinking maybe he was joking because of how aroused you were, but he was entirely serious. “I don’t know if I can”.

“Do you want to try?”

You sheepishly agreed, not knowing how this was going to go, but willing to try because you trusted him. Both of them.

“Jake, come over here” Danny stood from the bed and called him over. Jake jumped at the chance to get to him again, connection their lips again and tasting you on Danny. “Go, hold her, make her feel comfortable”.

Jake joined you on the bed, crawling around until he was behind you. Danny grabbed your hips and pulled you down until your ass was nearly hanging off the edge of the mattress and Jake let you use his legs as a pillow.

“You mind if we make a little mess?” Danny grinned as he got back between your legs from the floor, confident as ever he was going to absolutely rock your world.

“Fuck no” Jake answered him. “You ready sweetheart?” He had tucked himself back into his boxers, but you could still see the tent in the fabric when you turned to nuzzle your nose into the fold where his thigh met his hips. You tried to nip and mouth at his erection, but he placed a hand on your cheek. “Not yet, Danny’s gonna make you cum first then we can get back to that”.

“Relax for me” Danny, slid his fingers in again, and from this angle he was able to reach deep inside to the point you were arching your back again and reaching up to find somewhere on Jake to grip tightly. He held one hand, and the other grabbed a fist full of the back of his boxers.

Still recovering from your first high, it didn’t take Danny long to get you back to the edge with his mouth, but once you started to feel that tightening in your stomach, he pulled his mouth away and pressed down on your lower tummy as his fingers started to curl inside you.

“Oh my god!” You cried out, tightening your grips on Jake to the point you might’ve been hurting him, but your mind was too far gone to care.

“Right there beautiful, that’s it” Danny coaxed you closer to climax again. “Does it feel good?”

You were squirming, unable to control the way your body shook. “I feel too good” you whimpered, afraid you were reaching overstimulation now.

“Don’t fight it” Danny continued working his fingers, his thumb reaching around and pressing against your clit. That was all you needed to break, your second orgasm gushing from you without warning. He pulled his fingers out quickly and circled them around your clit again until you were clamping your things shut around his hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, okay!”

“I think she needs a little break” Jake told Danny, watching the way your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath. “Don’t want to break her so early in the night”.

“I think you might be right” Danny agreed. He found a piece of stray clothing to clean his hands off with, and your legs a little bit, then helped pull you back upright. “You alright?” He asked, smoothing the hairs that had pulled free from your now messy ponytail.

“Mind if Jake and I play a little now?”

You nodded and gave him a kiss, whispering into his ear before pulling away. “Don’t go easy on him”.

“Wasn’t planning on it” he chuckled back, chasing your lips with his until you were scooting back on the bed and finding somewhere to rest for a moment.

Danny moved to take your place, sitting on the edge of the bed before pulling Jake into his lap. “Are you having a good time?” He asked as he peppered kisses across Jake’s chest.

“Hmm, I am” Jake replied, catching your eyes from behind Danny’s shoulder and giving you a warm smile. “Are you?”

“I’m surprised I’m still holding it together right now honestly. I never thought I’d really get to hold you like this”.

Danny nearly went back on his word when Jake started to grind his hips down into Danny’s lap, giving them both a little of the friction they craved. “I want you to do a lot more than just hold me Danny”.

“Oh?” Danny took hold of Jake’s hips and started to rut upwards to meet him halfway causing Jake to whimper again and sigh. “Tell me what you want then”.

Jake closed his eyes and pursed his lips as his grinding sped up. It wasn’t enough, but it felt good enough to keep chasing the sensation. At least until Danny abruptly stopped him. “Come on Jake, you’re going to tell me what you want or I’m going to go back to that gorgeous girl over there. She was so good for me”.

Jake opened his eyes again and he searched for you, finding you propped up against his pillows and watching intently. Though neither of you were new to being with each other, having Danny here, another man was, and he worried for a moment what you might think of him if he were to be absolutely honest.

“Don’t be shy now Jakey” you called to him, knowing exactly how he was feeling in this moment. “Tell him what you want. We’re both here for you”.

“I want you to fuck me Danny” Jake finally pleaded, before hiding his face in the crook of Danny’s neck.

He felt Danny’s chest rumble when he laughed, and Danny ran his hands up Jake’s spine to sooth him. “How’s that sound beautiful girl? You want to take turns fucking him?”

That was a rhetorical question, who wouldn’t want that? You let your hand come to rest between your legs now, your fingers running through your folds and gathering up the slick from your new found arousal.

Jake stood up tentatively, then moved over to his dresser where he opened the top drawer and retrieved a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms. When he turned around Danny had already rid himself of his last shred of clothing, and the two of you were both waiting for him to return.

The next few movements were a blur of kisses and soft touches, then before you knew if Danny had Jake fully naked as well and shamefully on his hands and knees in front of you.

“Jake’s such a good boy isn’t he?” Danny teased as he grabbed his ass and gave it a squeeze before spreading him apart and spitting on his hole. “Let’s see how far we can push him”.

Jake turned his face into the sheets to hide his groaning as Danny’s fingers circled his entrance, massaging the muscle and getting him used to the touch until he started to press the first one inside.

“That’s it Jakey, his fingers feel good don’t they?” You sweet talked him through it as you rubbed his back and played with his hair. You let Danny take his time stretching him for a while before moving to his side and kissing at his shoulders.

“Can I?” You asked as Danny’s patience was cut between you reaching around to palm at his length and Jake moaning for more. He pulled his fingers free and moved aside, allowing you room to reach Jake, but instead of replacing his fingers with yours you leaned over and slipped your tongue right inside him as far as it would go.

Jake yelped and tilted his hips back, not expecting to feel your mouth, but so thankful for it as you fucked your tongue in and out. While you had Jake distracted Danny took the opportunity to roll one of the condoms on and lather himself up with lube. Though he had yet to be touched very much, just a few strokes with the lube in his hand was all he needed to know he was going to have to take this very slowly if he was going to last longer than a few minutes.

“Why don’t you go lay underneath him?” Danny asked after tapping your shoulder. You wiped your mouth and followed suit, laying back down onto the pillows and letting Jake climb on top of you and take a familiar place between your legs. Jake was still nervous, but at least this way he was able to look into your eyes and find some peace there.

“I dream about this all the time” Jake whispered as he kissed at your neck, his tip already nudging against your bundle of nerves and making you clench around nothing, waiting for him to be inside you again. “No ones ever been more perfect than you”.

“Then what are you waiting for” you asked, rocking your hips in motion with him.

Jake got into position first, slipping inside with ease and pushing all the way in before he bottomed out and pausing to wait for Danny. He wasn’t far behind, using one hand to push on Jake’s shoulders and get him to lower himself a little more while the other lined himself up.

You watched as Jake’s eyes pinched shut, brows furrowed, and his jaw went slack for a moment, his body and mind trying to wrap around all the sensations of being buried inside you and penetrated all at once. “I think he’s good now” you let Danny know he was in the clear to start moving when Jake’s expression softened and he looked at you again with all the adoration in the world. Danny took his cue, slowly building a steady pace until he was snapping his hips into Jake and the force was causing him to push further into you.

His arms were starting to shake on either side of you, strained from holding himself steady in position so that no one slipped out of place. All you wanted was for him to be comfortable, the same way he had gone above and beyond to make sure you enjoyed your first time, so you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him down into a hug letting him rest his cheek against your chest.

Danny leaned forward with him, getting an even better angle so that now he was nudging right up against that spot inside Jake that made him inhale sharply and an uncontrollable moan forced its way out his throat.

“Ahhh fuck!” He cried out, wrapping his arms underneath yours and squeezing you tight. “I can’t, I’m gonna cum”.

“Me too” you chimed, no doubt your fluttering around him part of the reason he was so close. “Danny?”

“Yeah I’m right there. Who wants it? You or Jake?” He answered, his thrusts already slowing speed and growing sloppy.

“Come here, we can share” you replied and Danny quickly pulled himself from Jake before ripping off the condom. He had enough stamina left in him to make it upright with both feet on the floor, standing beside you on the bed and pumping himself towards his finish.

Jake sat back up and started thrusting in you again, chasing his own high until he watched as you took Danny in your hand and guided him to your mouth. All at once Danny and Jake were both filling you and your orgasm came wracking through your body at the feeling of warmth washing all over.

Just as you said, when Danny stepped away first, you sat up with Jake and pushed your lips to his, swapping Danny’s load back and forth a few times until it was pretty evenly distributed and you both swallowed with a dazed smile.

“You two are the hottest couple I’ve ever fucking met” Danny gasped out, wiping the bit of sweat that had accumulated on his chest with his thumb.

“The three of us are the hottest couple” you corrected him, beckoning him over to share a few more kisses before you all managed to puzzle yourselves together on the bed and blissfully fall asleep.

You woke up to a quiet sound. It wasn’t too early, but you were still tired enough to want to fall back asleep until you figured out what exactly it was you were hearing. When you opened your eyes, your back was against the wall and you were practically laying on top of Danny who was on his back but with his head turned away. Jake was on his side, curled up to Danny as well and they were kissing deeply, their tongues fighting for dominance over the other before Jake finally gave in and melted into submission.

“Someone’s awake” Danny paused their early make out session to announce your return to consciousness.

Jake reached over Danny’s chest and grabbed your hand, pulling you toward him until you were resituated between them, you front to Danny and your back to Jake. Danny captured your lips with his, kissing you just like he had Jake only seconds ago while Jake’s hands roamed all over your body.

“How do you feel?” Danny asked, clearly trying to gauge whether or not you were up for a round two so soon like they very clearly were.

“Never been better” you smiled, your voice catching when Jake’s hand snaked between your thighs to see if you were wet. Of course you were, you’d woken up naked in bed with not one, but both of them. Last night felt like a dream, but the dull ache in your core when Jake delved his fingers in reminded you that it was very much real.

“Jake was just telling me about how good you feel” Danny smiled as he watched your face contort into that of pure pleasure when he added his fingers to the mix, circling them around your clit. “Want to feel you so bad”.

“You want me to keep going?” Jake asked as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, “or do you want Danny to fill you up?”

Your head was spinning from all the possibilities of how this could play out, but when it came down to it, only one thing truly mattered to you. “I want you both. Please”.

“That’s a good girl” Danny kissed your forehead and pulled your leg up around his hip just as Jake retreated his hand only to move around to your backside. He used your slick to press his finger inside, then another until you were moaning and clawing at Danny’s shoulders.

Danny reached between your bodies and guided himself through your folds, and then Jake was there too spitting into his palm for a little extra lubrication so he could ease himself behind. Once Jake was finally situated, Danny thrust in and you cried out from how good it felt to be so full and connected with both of them.

They both started to move and all you could do was just lay there and take it, let them both use you to reach their own finish as you were sure your climax was already budding deep in your stomach.

The room was filled with the sounds of your combined moans and thrusting until everyone came to a halt at the sound of a door slamming shut from across the hallway. Sam, or Josh if he’d somehow made it home instead of sleeping at the fraternity house.

“Please don’t start fucking again!” Sam hollered grumpily. You guessed he had gotten back sometime last night, but in the heat of everything no one had noticed.

“He will get over it” Danny shrugged and you couldn’t help but giggle at how absurd it was, but also you didn’t want to stop right now either.

As quietly as you could, the three of you finished what you were in the middle of. Well they finished with you in the middle, crashing into your orgasm with blinding force.

“I need a shower, desperately” you announced after pulling yourself free from the tangle of limbs. “And to brush my teeth”.

“Your toothbrush is still in the bathroom” Jake replied, sitting up and examining the mess that really was made between last night and this morning. “You go ahead and we will clean up a bit”.

After your shower, you left the bathroom feeling like a new woman, wearing one of Danny’s many shirts that he’d left over here and a pair of Jake’s boxers. Your mouth minty fresh with Jake’s toothpaste.

Jake and Danny still needed to shower, so you left the bedroom to find something to eat in the kitchen, but as you rounded the corner from the hallway to the living room you nearly ran into Sam.

“Oh hey Sam!” You tried to sound excited to see him, and you usually were, though you were thoroughly embarrassed it was under these circumstances. “I’m sorry about last night”.

“It’s alright” he sighed, “I’m just glad Danny will finally shut up about being obsessed with you two”.

“He told you?” You asked, but it wasn’t really that surprising considering how close they were. Then you thought for a moment, sure you were in Danny’s shirt but you were in Jake’s room. How did Sam add that up so quickly? “Wait, how did you know Danny was with us?”

Sam’s eyes shifted over to the floor of the living room where a pile of mixed clothes had been forgotten. “Those are Jake’s pants, that’s Danny’s hat and shirt, I’m assuming that’s your shirt”.

Your face lit up in even more embarrassment. So Sam had known since the second he got home what exactly was going on.

“Next time give me a warning okay? I’ll go crash with Josh or something” he pat you on the shoulder and continued back down the hallway to his own bedroom where you heard the door shut gently closed behind him this time.

You gathered up the clothes and tossed them into Jake’s room before heading back to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee while waiting for the others to finish getting cleaned up. Danny joined you first, pressing up against you from behind and stealing a bite of the toast you had just made.

“God I’m starving. Please tell me they have something other than just bread”.

“There’s some eggs in the fridge I can fry” you giggled, pushing your ass back up against him as he grinned down at you devilishly. “So Sam knows”.

“He was going to find out sooner or later, better it be now” Danny didn’t seem to care much at all as he turned to open the fridge and you bent down to shuffle through their cabinets for a pan and some cooking oil.

“You know, he mentioned something about you being obsessed with us”.

“I may or may not have drunkenly confessed to him one night about how badly I liked you guys”. Danny set the eggs down on the counter with a shrug. “Now, are you going to tell me why you and Jake insisted with everyone that you weren’t together?”

You thought about it for a moment, the simple truth being that the both of you had it in your minds you were just friends, so you stuck to it. “We were just trying to give each other some space to figure out if that was really what we wanted. Though we spend most of our time together, we were missing that extra something to spark that fire. I think you are that spark”.

“Is that eggs?” Jake finally joined the two of you in the kitchen, having taken some extra time to strip his sheets and start a load of laundry.

As soon as Jake was within snatching range Danny grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into a kiss that had you smiling fondly at them when Jake relaxed into it.

“What’s that for?” Jake sheepishly asked, though he wrapped his arms around Danny too.

“Nothing, just some spark” Danny grinned back at you and you shook your head and continued getting some breakfast made for your hungry boys.

Fin.

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[elodieunderglass]

C, the friend for whom I am writing an entire Dungeon Meshi/His Dark Materials crossover fanfiction, sent me a little message along the lines of “I love your chilchuck. I think it’s because you’re so strong on hobbits. What would the LotR hobbits think of him?”

So I go, naturally “they’d loathe him on sight! They wouldn’t recognise him as the same species.”

(Summarise the following small digression on how I don’t really agree with Peter Jackson’s choice to give the film hobbits pointy ears, as they’re meant to be our <human> closest relations, plus a small infodump on how MUCH Tolkien’s hobbits would want to kill chilchuck on sight)

Me: Well, Bilbo in his younger years would actually be desperately into that. And the more progressive generation of the fellowship hobbits would be a little more accepting, largely because of their societal shift towards tolerance and their possible acceptance of Chilchuck as an extraordinarily short fallohide/Took. Except Merry. merry would be like hello! This is Indiana jones!?!!?!! How come nobody else has noticed that this is definitely a hobbit and also tiny Indiana Jones

C: Chilchuck is tall for his race!

Me: you think I don’t know that? After doing all this for you? They aren’t hobbits though. Hobbits are for one thing a lot taller

C: he’s a hobbit!

Me: he is not! Hobbits are 4 feet average, and chilchuck, despite being tall for his race, is materially MUCH shorter and not a hobbit.

C: sorry what

Me: (slightly drunk and aggressive with it) How quickly we forget that the bullroarer, Bandobras Took, was four foot five !!! He could ride a horse!

Me: A fact that I absorbed when being four foot five and an aspiring equestrian only allowed on quite small horses. remember how in the psychological assessment I had when I was six they devoted so much time to me wanting to be a jockey??? I will know these things

Me: Pippin’s a whole HEAD taller than your guy

Me: apologise to me

Me: how quickly we forget

Me: not a hobbit

Me: Merry is still VIOLENTLY into that though

Me: despite his creepy rock climber feet

C: who (dr glass?) <has creepy rock climber feet>

Me: (now Friday night at the local pub drunk) no doesn’t chilchuck have creepy weird rock climber feet in canon? He binds his feet for that right

C: those are his socks. Is that a rock climber thing??

Me: yeah you know!! They do that to fit into CREVASSES. Or they did when Dr glass was young. In the paleolithic. Or is he a flat arch hiking bitch like me

Me: those aren’t socks

Me: socks are defined by sockishness

Me: is that not physiotherapist prescribe tape slash creepy competitive rock climber feet

C: what are you talking about

Me: you only bandage your feet like that to tape up a flat foot like mine for hiking support or because you’re a little pissy rock climber

[alexa-fika]

Can you create a story about Mihawk's son who gets injured or kidnapped ?

More Mihawk please 🙏

( sorry for the grammar or spelling mistakes am not good at English )

A/N: Again, I don't know. if this is good, but you guys are popping off with Midnight Lessons so maybe this is up to your tastes? Thank you for the request Anon! Feel free to drop by my ask box to requests or simply to say hi!

Also don't worry English is also not my first language!

Dividers by @/saradika

Papa to the rescue ( Mihawk x male!reader)

Sniffles and stifled sobs could be heard in a cold, dark cell of a ship sailing somewhere on the East Blue.

“Shut up, you damn brat!” Growls Don Krieg.

Glaring at the child, he walks toward the cell, a smirk suddenly replacing his sneer.

“Do you know why you are here, you little twerp?

He sniffles, shaking his head

“Oh my my, aren’t we scared? A shame your papa can’t come and save you; what a disappointment.”

Krieg laughs mockingly and looks toward the small child.

“It’s because of him that you are here, brat so that I can finally have revenge on that bastard! It will be perfect for breaking down your stubborn, cocky father. I bet having to see his little boy die will make the bastard come around, kneeling in front of me and begging for mercy. Or he’s too much of a coward. Either way, win-win for me.”

“Papa wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh no, you misunderstand. Your papa won’t see you die. He’ll see you in agony, a slow, excruciating death by starvation or a beating, a torture that will make you beg for death. All by my hands, too.”

“He wouldn’t bow down to you! “

Krieg grips the small boy by the collar and picks him up to his eye level. His dark scowl is met by the red face of the boy, tears filling his eyes.

“He will, little brat.” His voice is low, threatening.

“Or you die.”

“He won’t! Because he will slash you! You can’t beat papa.”

Krieg’s grip tightens at the mention of Mihawk, his sneer returning in full force.

He growls out a sharp response as a fire of rage sparked in his eyes, his hands tightening around the kid’s neck.

“I will! And he will beg me for mercy before you die in front of him!”

He said, dropping Reader to the ground.

It all happened in an instant; Reader’s mind could barely keep up with what happened in the next few minutes.

He remembered that screams started coming from upstairs. He remembered Kreig turning towards the dungeon entrance, equally confused about the sudden chaos that had erupted from upstairs.

The next thing that happened Reader could remember clearly, as the familiar silhouette of their father came down the stairs into the dungeon.

“Papa!” They cheer as he closes in to the cell Reader was in and towards Don Krieg, who stands in front of it

Krieg made quick work of the cell lock, running inside and grabbing the kid, putting them in a chokehold, and holding a gun to his neck.

“So you finally show yourself, you bastard! Better start kneeling, or you can say goodbye to the brat,” he cackles.

Reader is quick to dig their tiny teeth into Don Krieg’s hand, taking advantage as he winces and slightly lessens his hold to raise his head to headbutt him, quickly running to his dad the moment Don Krieg let go of him to hold their bleeding nose.

His head snaps back as the young man headbutts him; Krieg grunts in pain. A burst of blood spurts down from his nose

He scoffs,

“Damn brat!”

“You’re not going anywhere!” he growls, pointing his gun towards the child and taking the shot.

The next few seconds, although hard to keep up with, Reader was quick to understand what had just happened as his father now stood in front of him, Yoru unsheathed and a sliced bullet landing on each side of Reader.

“Reader. Wait upstairs,” his words curt, but one could hear the aggravation in his tone.

Reader nods, running upstairs to wait for his dad; he does not have to wait long, however, as Mihawk joins him no more than a minute later.

He gently picks him up and jumps onto his small raft.

“Are you hurt?”

The child looks up at him, his eyes watering.

“I’m okay ’cause Papa is here,” he says, hugging him tightly.

“Good,” he says as he puts a hand around the child and smiles.

“I’ll make sure it stays that way,” setting his course back to Karai Barai Island.

“How did you find me?”

“Do not worry about that.”

They smile, a slight idea as to who aided his father in finding him.

“Im glad you found me, Papa; I was scared,”

It’s okay, son,” he says, rubbing his head.

“Let us get you to bed.”

Reader nods, watching dazed as the splashing waves soon turn into flowing grass and soon into the familiar floors as they arrive at their headquarters, soon arriving at their own room as Mihawk gently lays Reader down on the bed.

“Can you stay with me tonight, Papa?”

“I will only stay for a short while; there are things I must attend to.” He responds, sitting down on a chair next to his son

Reader smiles, staring at his father as he slowly lulls himself to sleep after a long and terrifying day.

Despite his words, Mihawk could be seen sitting down next to his son all night; of course, no member of Crossguild would ever comment on this, and neither would they ever comment on the soft look he had on his face as he stared at his son, finally home safe

What do you guys think? Was it as good as Midnight Lessons or kinda, eh? Please let me know so I know what I can improve on next time! Do we like child! reader more than the romantic pieces? Who's next?

[sheluvv-gambino]

“Huh, you sound British.”

pairings : e-42 miles morales x black fem!reader

summary : Being a new student is already hard, just imagine being British in high school within Brooklyn.

warnings : I put a slash between the difference of American and British words so no one is confused since I’m not actually American myself.

part 2

Switching from an English secondary school to an American high school was not something that you could say you were actually excited for.

But yet here you are sitting in your mothers car listening to ‘Bonfire’ by Childish Gambino, trying not stress over being in a totally new environment.

“Okay, we’ve arrived.” Your mum/mom said rubbing the back of your shoulder.

“I’m gonna go now, I love you.” You sigh.

“I love you too but get your arse out this car so your not late please!”

You laugh whilst unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car walking towards the entrance.

Once you enter your immediately overwhelmed with the amount of loud new accents filtering the air. I mean sure you had been in New York for a few days before being introduced to the school but that doesn’t mean you were used to the variety of accents.

Making your way towards the principals office you ended up lost and having to scout the help of one your new peers.

Looking to your left you spot a fairly handsome guy with two cainrows/cornrows going down his neck, sharp jaw, and very plumed lips.

Damn, guess NYC ain’t that bad after all.

Tapping his shoulder you timidly ask “Sorry to disturb you but do you think your could show me to the principals office.”

He looked you up and down for a good thirty seconds before his focus finally set on your face.

“Huh, you sound British.”

“I mean I am from London.” You deadpan.

“Sure I’ll take you, c’mon.”

He takes off swiftly leaving you trailing behind him.

Once you finally reach the principals office

he stops and looks you dead in the eye tilting his head which ultimately makes you cast your gaze down to the floor.

“I’m Miles but I never caught your name.”

You look up and end up locking eyes.

“I’m Y/N” You smile downward.

“We’ll Y/N ion know much about British people but I hope we can get to know each other a bit more…”

And with that he walked away leaving you at the door of the principal.

Now all you have to is KNOCK.

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Getting halfway through the day was particularly easy except from the bombardment of questions from people you don’t even know.

Asking things about Britain like you were the Queen (R.I.P Queen Lizzy) It was like they had never heard of Google before.

Fortunately a group of girls adopted you into their circle and you were currently sitting with them at lunch.

“So how’s your day been except y’know all the weird questions?” One girl asks with a chuckle.

“We’ll it’s been a bit annoying relearning the stuff I’ve already done which by the way don’t you think it’s a bit weird that you guys do algebra for like a whole year. In England once we finish a topic we move onto the next.” You ramble with a sigh.

“Eh I mean I guess but it’s not anything new for us. Anyways since being here, have you caught your eye on anyone yet?” Another girl answers and questions.

“We’ll there was this one guy but I haven’t spotted him again since he dropped me off at the Principal’s.”

Some girls squeal in excitement at a new potential crush to gossip about.

“He was quite fit actually and he had these two braids going down. He gave a really good conversation on the way their actually.” You finish off going back to your food nonchalantly.

There must be a shift in the air because the table of girls stopped talking until someone pipes up.

“Your not talking ‘bout Miles Morales are you?!” She squeaks with widened eyes.

“We’ll yeah he said his name was Miles but he didn’t give his surname/lastname.”You start to nod.

“No way! Girls have been trying to get with him ever since we got to the school but he’s always cold and quiet around people who aren’t his friends. Girl you are so lucky.” She blurts out.

“We’ll I’m sure he was just being nice, I mean I am new.” You defend.

And with that Miles Morales walks past your table trailing behind his friends he gives a smirk and waves towards you.

Yeah, I guess you are lucky…very lucky!

[pomefioredove]

🙂‍↕️not really coherent reply sorry

vil is one of the only characters in game that treats yuu with respect, and as an equal.

EXACTLYLY. honestly it never ever sits right with me whenever yuu BREAKS THEIR BACK trying to help others (especially because barely anyone is doing barely anything to help them. LET THIS BITCH GO HOME!!!!) for them to just? barely acknowledge it? casually brush it off? the scene in book 3 where the tweels r like wanna help out? you can switch with these guys and ace is like YES double all of my current suffering and pass it onto them /ref all of the students complaining about losing their signature spells when yuu has NO magic at all to protect themselves with.. let’s be serious please. maybe im being a little dramatic! but thats literally my favorite character you are talking about get their name out of your mouth.

vil is literally the only other character who plays a similar role in the story.

... cause chars like trey and lilia are almost there, but distinctly different in their roles, while vil is THE mother.

THIS!! !! !!! !!!!! lillia is more of the father trope and trey is more of a big brother i’d say. they aren’t nurturing in the same way vil is. maybe it’s the ‘nagging’ slash instructing aspect of how vil interacts with people. i don’t even know how to put it into words but ur right vil is so mom. like. i dont know.. it’s probably his relationship with epel (and even the other first years?) that makes me associate him with being motherly but he’s just so. nurturing. so many moms in the media that i’ve (recently) consumed were teaching their daughters to be quiet and respectful as to not get punished/essentially outcasted socially. of course that’s not really what vil is doing with epel but. ugh. read my mind!!! ull understand then trust. the ONLY other character that sorta makes me feel the same way is jamil. illove him so dearly but i know. little to nothing major about his character aside from his relationship with kalim. yuu and grim. vil and epel. jamil and kalim. they should start a we dont get paid (enough) for this bullshit club

honestly i dont even want to project myself onto yuu i wanna be a helpful roomate or somthinf. wtf 😭 my hungry aggressive ass could NOT be yuu /ref..

rhats all i can put into words rigth now . evene though i got sidetracked a lot.. !! bht th part abojt yuu being motherly ! ialso wanted to reply to. wowww thats a lot of typos sorry my eyesight is a tad blurry 😭

AHHGGGGG ANON

"double all of my current suffering and pass it onto them" LMAOOOO 😭😭😭

I am such a yuu defender idc. LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!! it's why rollo is still such a fave of mine, he's like one of the only sane people. looks at yuu and is like jesus christ are you fucking okay.

and yes literally vil is just. I think the big difference is that he actually kinda likes being in charge? more so than yuu. he's a natural leader while they were literally manipulated and blackmailed into their position (I WILL SAY THAT I do think vil feels pressured to be a leader because of how he was outcasted/made out to seem mean and scary by his peers so he just kinda Filled That Role... but also I definitely do not see him as someone who'd enjoy following rather than leading. his own character VERY MUCH parallels yuu's in so many ways)

jamil is definitely different tho. he was also forced into his position as a caretaker but he doesn't have a parental vibe to him. tbh I couldn't tell u what it is but he's got his own thing going on (and he DOES parallel yuu in a way, I wish he was closer to them because there's potential but he's really Not)

BUT YEAH I get you. I feel like this is a weird thing to say but yuu feels like their own character to me 😭 like I have my own yuusona but yuu themselves is a little guy to me

[samicoke]

reader is axl's sister but becomes good friends w james (or other members) during gnr metallica tour. axl is pissed n being dramatic about it (i don't know if that works for you)

perfect! hope ending was good 🤷‍♀️ act like the og line up never ended for gnr :’) couldn’t think of a title lol

Acceptance.

Axl Rose | Guns N Roses

The fame of Guns N Roses and my brother Axl was always surprising news. We never would’ve expected this to happen in a million years. Nonetheless, grateful for it all. Through all of the million of things going on, Axl had never forgotten about me. Always checking up on me and we would hang out some days, or I would go to their band practices.

Guns N Roses decided to do a huge ass tour with the one and only Metallica. It was a fever dream coming true. So when Axl said he would take me along, boy was I in for a surprise. 

It started off fine, I hanged out with Slash, Steven, Duff and Izzy. Not really interacting or interested with any of the Metallica members.

“Let’s go.” Axl gestured to me as we both drove to a random restaurant. It had an interesting structure colors of black and blue, quite packed inside.

“I’ll go find the others.” Axl patted my shoulder and went off to find maybe Slash or Izzy. I shrugged and sat down.

“Hey, are you Axl’s sister?” A soft but muscular voice interrupted my day dream. 

“Huh? Oh, yes I am.” As I looked up, I realized Metallica members were standing in front of me.

“Great, uh we’re kinda confused. Do you know what or where we’re suppose to eat?” Kirk asked. Jason and Lars were talking in the back while James seemed bored.

“No..but-Duff!” I excused myself and went to Duff.

“Hey, what’s up?” Duff gave me a side hug, confused then realized the Metallica guys.

“Uh we’re all lost.” Duff made an ‘oh’ expression. “Alright, follow me.” 

We all sat and ate. It was pretty chill, James and the rest were pretty funny. I could tell Axl didn’t like them much nor did they. I on the other hand, enjoyed their company with Slash, Steven, Duff and Izzy. Since that day forward on, I started to interact with Metallica members more. 

On the night prior to the concert, I hanged out with James and his bandmates. It was chill, we all just chatted.

“Have you guys seen my sis—“ Axl immediately stopped and looked at me with anger in his eyes.

“What’s up?” I asked, his eyebrows furrowed together and with that he just left. Confused by his action, I immediately followed him.

“See you guys.” I patted James shoulder, they all gave a quick bye. 

“Axl! Stop, where are you going?” Finally catching up, I gently grabbed his arm.

“Why the fuck are you hanging out with them?” I tiled my head.

“What do you mean? Why shouldn’t I hang out with them? They’re my new friends..” Axl scoffed.

“They’re annoying and bitches. Don’t hang out with them.” I rolled my eyes. He was a bit controlling with who I hanged out with.

“Axl, you’re being dramatic. I can hang out with whoever I please. You have to accept that.” Axl sighed, he realized his mistake.

“Sorry, you’re right. It’s just you know..” I nodded my head not wanting for him to continue.

“It’s fine. They aren’t hurting me or anything. I know you got my back, thank you.”

Though the darkness made it hard to see, he was truly sorry. I embraced him into a warm hug. “Good luck on stage.” We smiled at each other.

“Thanks.” He gave me one last hug and went on stage.

(completed September 24)

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Chapter 4 would be interesting with Crewle daughter as she not childhood friends with both Jamil and Kamil but more like civil

So let's used half snow leopard fae as they are weak with magic but they used summoning spells ( yes they are different, summoning used more elements compared to magic as it requires energy as summoning monsters are in a different dimension that bleeds in to reality, think of Bayonetta how she summon her demons )

Be interesting as she is mean outside but she is sweet when you get to know them

Bonus if she lets Kamil to touch her very fluffy tail and ears at the end

Chapter 4 w/ Crewel Leopard-Fae Daughter Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

“Ew go to Scarabia? Why would I risk tanning when I already am just perfect!”

“B-but don’t you think you want to see your friends?”

“Friends? They’re not my friends: they’re the plebians that have that weirdo nice guy.”

Mean on the outside? Sweet on the inside?

You must not be familiar

She’s not exactly friendly with anyone who isn’t Leona

Grim and your fairy godmother practically have to drag you over

“Hmph the carpet’s okay.”

“Don’t you think? I’ve wanted to bring you up here for the longest time!”

“Ew don’t be so honest! You’ll stink up the room with your attitude!” 

“But aren’t we outside?”

“Are you questioning me?”

“Well yes but–”

“So you Are a clueless idiot then!” 

Needless to say Kalim’s whipped 

So when he can’t exactly remember why you’re staying 

Especially after you called it a richboy’s stinky palace

But he couldn’t careless

He can’t seem to get enough of you

Jamil on the otherhand is always amused around you

Snide and snippy he just can’t cease his urge to poke at you

Which may very well lead to his downfall when Azul and the Tweels come to your aid

You have your suspicions and Azul would delight in assuring you

For free even 

Given a chance to eliminate adequate rivals was too good to pass up 

“Are you serious!? Another?! I mean I know why I did it but come on now really!?”

When the overblot happens and you get shot back with Azul and the Tweels

You’re livid and if you can muster anything of your fae heritage its the claws

Which Azul demands you retract because Floyd’s getting a little too excited

You arrive with the octotrio you help stop Jamil 

And immediately after the overblot dissipates you slap slash him

Absolutely livid and unswayed by Kalim’s attempt at a pool party

“HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU GET ME COLD! GOT ME WET! AND GETTING SAND ALL OVER COUTURE DRESS—”

“(Y/n) don’t–” “DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO–”

It’ll go on for hours 

And you will make him feel sorry 

If not for overblotting and attempting to hypnotize everyone

But for being an inconvenience to you

Leona’s the only one to stop you

Arriving from his own vacation 

And catching your clawed swipe as he waits for you to regain your composure

“Hmph! Its only because of Leona that I’m letting you off easy.”

“Breathe. The yachts set and waiting; I got worried when I hadn’t seen you in so long.”

“Its all his fault…now let’s go. I need your masseuse, at this rate all my tension will explode on some poor soul.”

Jamil is passed out and foaming at the mouth

as you walk arm in arm with Leona

You will not be letting anyone but the vetted staff on Leona’s yacht

He can ask all he’d like but you’d  sooner mar his face then let him

“She-she–”

“She really was mad! In a weird way she’s even cuter when she’s like this! Well I forgive you and hey! If you’re heartbroken it’ll make things work out between–”

“T-that was…the most I’ve gotten from them…”

“You have…scars all on your face…”

“That. Was. Magnificent.”

[dahliaslove]

Can I get Stu, and Michael Myers (separate) with a fem!s/o who often draws them? Like, it can range from her drawing them doing simple things like sitting, eating, watching TV. But, she also draws them off on kills, covered in blood….maybe even nsfw drawings?????

SLASHERS W/ A GF WHO LIKES TO DRAW THEM

⭑ authors note: i didn’t add any extras to this one because once again i am feeling lazy!! so i hope these are somewhat decent 😣💔

⭑ warnings: one mention of blood and knives, me using the word flabbergasted for fun, a singular mention of having dirty sweaty sex with stu (but no details because i’m a menace), this is kinda crappy because i rushed it but that’s about it

⭑ characters: michael myers and stu macher

MICHAEL MYERS

- michael definitely notices you scribbling away in a notebook whenever you’re around him but i feel like he would ignore it and only silently judge you for it because he’s too lazy to be nosy

- if you show him any of your drawings that aren’t of him he would probably just sit in silence and nod his approval (he’s obviously not the chattiest guy in the world yk?)

- i think that he would find out that you’re drawing him by going into your room while you’re sleeping (he’s a creep) and just finding some drawings of him laying around on your desk

- he would absolutely flip through your notebook when he finds out that you’ve been drawing him and he would be low key impressed by your drawings and maybe even a little smug under his mask

- of course since he’s looking through your whole notebook he will stop and be absolutely flabbergasted once he sees any inappropriate drawings of him (ignore my use of ‘flabbergasted’, my friend recently taught me it and i find it fun to use)

- he would probably just sit hunched over in silence for a while looking through those, he would definitely feel flattered in a strange way, like you think he looks like that?

- especially if your art of him is in a cool style or uses color in a unique way. i feel he would like if you did one black and white drawing of him where the only color you bring in is red for the blood that he’s constantly covered in

- he would especially be proud of the ones that show him during and after his kills, and would like the action shots the most. i’m sorry but if he sees a cool one of him slashing his knife during a kill he is definitely tearing that out and keeping it in his own little hiding spot (as an artist this hurt me, as a romantic this made me feel nice)

- if you try to talk to him about him taking some of the drawings he will just turn around and walk away in silence (he is embarrassed and doesn’t want to show it)

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STU MACHER

- he is a very nosey guy so as soon as he sees you with your nose tucked into your sketchbook he’s attempting to take it out of your hands to look in it. and once he gets it he’s hopping on a counter or desk to give him more height so he can hold it over your head and poke fun at you

- absolutely flips through it in front of you and just takes a seat to really enjoy any embarrassment you might be feeling. as soon as he finds any drawings of him he is going to tease the hell out of you with a wicked grin

- he’d probably say something like “wow babe! you’ve really captured my rugged good looks” and as soon as he finds any drawings of him as ghostface??? he will seriously be debating purposing to you (he’s whipped)

- will 100% brag to billy about how he has an ‘artist gf who draws amazing’ billy would probably get annoyed very easily by this and tell stu to shut up and he would just be like >:}

- don’t even get me started on him finding any sexual drawings you drew of him. his teasing will get a million times worse and he will pop an instant boner. oh my god and if there’s any sexual ones of him in his ghostface costume?? he would go absolutely feral.

- let’s all be honest right now, stu would just pin you to the nearest surface and have the sweatiest and most dirty sex ever with you, because he’s just that unhinged.

- after all this he’s probably asking you a silly question like if you can draw him doing a backflip because he thinks it’d be cool to see himself do that for some reason ??

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[coastxlwaters]

What happened in todays session:

DM: how od u know this guy?

Me: he found me drunk on the side of the road

Dm: ...

L: Im his wife

Dm: UR A MAN!?-

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Dm: So the goblin swings its scythe and it hits you dead in the face, you take 4 dmg

Me: Not that bad, i swing mydagger as blood pours down my face and i am unrecognizable from the scarlet stains

Dm: Stop rolling 20s please for fucks sake

L: this bitch should be dead, why aren’t you dead

Y: I wish that was you, L

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Me: Can i take one oxen with us?

Dm: roll for animal handling

Me: 22

Dm: you hop on the oxen’s back and gesture for your ’friends’ to follow

All 3 of us: We are not friends

Dm: *sighs but hands me a cup of sweet tea*

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Dm: there are 2 goblins staring dead at you, L, what do you do?

Goblins: Who are you and what are you doing here?

L: Your mom told me to be here

Dm: roll

L: 20

Dm: fuck me

Me: sorry bud, im aroace

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OOC:

L: Since ur parents dont like your chosen name and u dont like ur actual name u are officially ’Thing’ with ’It/its’

Y: *nods*

Me: Dm forget when i asked if i could kill L when they are low and rolled a 20 for future use

Dm: Gone

L: wHAT?!-

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Dm: the goblins you convinced you were sent here on orders from their dead mom lead you to a room with 2 wolves

Me: Animal handling

Dm: Roll...

Me: 20

Dm: the wolves love you now

Me: great, ask Jeffrey if i can stay with them

Dm: Goblin Jeffrey says no

Me, no hesitation: Roll to kill, 16

Dm: You slash your shortsword across his chest and he lets out a ’WHAT THE FUCK?!’

Me: Roll for animal handling for he wolves to bite him

Dm: Jeffrey is fucking dead are you happy?

Me: Very

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Dm: Thing is collecting animals like pokemon

Me: Damn right i am

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L: So what happens to Thing’s animals when the water flooded the cavern

Dm: oh i forgot ty for reminding me, Heroin (the Oxen) and KittyLitter (a wolf) are swept away.

Me: Roll to shoot L

Dm: nO-

Dm: i swear ur animals are alive you have put L down more health than any of the enemies have

[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones)- Short Story : Chapter 3

Bickering in the Jeffersonian is almost like your cup of coffee in the morning. You can’t help but smile when Booth and Brennan go back and forth about their perspectives on a chosen topic. You’re all standing over the most recent victim’s remains. Going over possible scenarios. Hodgins and Angela have made great progress and Brennan is trying to discourage Booth from conjecture.

Her mortal enemy.

“It’s a theory, Bones. I’m not saying an actual samurai slashed this guy in half.”

“Good, because we’re not certain that’s what happened.”

You smile. This has become the best part of your life. Being around these intelligent and interesting people.

“Well, we’re still waiting for Hodgins to get the results from the last scrap of evidence. Until then let’s just assume that there is a potential for samurais. “ Camile jokes.

You’re about to give your own little note on what it could be, but all of their bodies become stiff. You pause. It’s apparent that they aren’t stiff per se.

They are frozen.

So is everything and everyone else in the lab.

Your eyes harden.

“Show yourself.”

This isn’t any old sorcerer.

A figure steps from around the corner and you walk down the short flight of stairs, eyes fixed on his gait. He’s wearing a hood, head bent. You can’t see his eyes. Not at first.

The green cloak isn’t something you recognize. When he finally lifts his head, those emerald hues are glowing.

“Who are you?”

You’re at a distance, but you stand your ground.

“Who I am doesn’t really matter. Who you are is what’s more important.”

You don’t like this. As powerful as you are, picking a fight with this being is reckless. His presence emits power that throws you off.

“I’m not here to cause any problems. “

“Forgive me if I’m not the most trusting. Why did you do this? What do you want?”

“I only want to return a favor.”

You mean to ask exactly what he’s talking about, but the sound of footsteps in the distance breaks your focus.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s Sweets.

He looks around the room clearly confused and you’re just as puzzled.

“How are you..”

You don’t understand why Sweets isn’t frozen like everyone else.

That being turns to him, and something about Sweet’s entire posture changes. He looks more sure. Less like a psychologist and more like a god.

“Is it time, Spectre?” Sweets questions.

“It is.”

Now you’re completely lost.

“What is going on!!” You demand.

Sweets turns to you and something about his expression is very disarming. He walks over to you, and when he reaches out and takes your hand, it feels different.

“I apologize for deceiving you, it was never my intention.”

The familiarity behind his gaze has struck you. Your breath comes out ragged, because it’s hard to believe.

Process.

“Ae..ther…?”

His smile is hesitant. He takes your hand, leaving a kiss on it like he’d done so many times in the past.

“I was certain after the war I would cease to exist. But I was fortunate. Rewarded for my part in maintaining humanity. I wanted nothing more than to tell you. The first day you walked through that door I was grateful, but I could not reveal myself. "

A single tear streams down your cheek and he lifts his hand, wiping it away.

“I’m sorry for the pain I’ve put you through (Y/N).”

How can you ever be mad? You both fought on the same side during that war. There had been so many. Being immortal felt like torture when you knew that the one person you would have gladly died for would not be with you.

“I’m the one who asked him to keep his identity a secret.” Spectre says. You turn.

“You and I are the same. We understand the bigger picture of humanity. My duty is to protect the balance. You’ve done the same here on earth. The least I could do was make your journey less lonely. The universe helps its protectors. You both deserve the ending that you were robbed off. I know what it’s like to live without the one you care most about.”

You can see his sincerity as well as his understanding. You aren’t sure what to say to convey your gratitude. He’d literally given you the one thing that you’ve wanted most in the world.

“T-Thank you…Thank you so much Spectre.”

He smiles.

“You can call me Oliver.”

Sweets is wearing a similar smile.

“Thank you for all you’ve done. Truly. Being here with her, it’s all that I’ve ever wanted. “ Sweets expresses.

You only ever dreamed about the same.

“I’m the one that should be thanking the both of you. Keep fighting the good fight, I’ll be around.”

The ring of light that sparks again in his irises catches your attention. Oliver gives a small wave, and just like that, it all restarts. Bodies start moving around the institute as if nothing happened and Oliver is gone.

“So, what did you guys need me for?”

Sweets turns to the rest of the team that smiles at his words. You’re still in a bit of awe. Learning what you did.

“Hey, everything alright (Y/N)?” Booth calls from his spot.

You turn to Sweets who gazes at you innocently.

Reaching over, you grab the lapels of his shirt as you pull him in for a heated kiss. You hear the sounds of surprise. A few whistles, but you don’t care. He’s clearly caught off guard. It takes a moment, but he finally reciprocates, arms curling around your body as he pulls you flush against him. It’s definitely unprofessional to have a full on make out session right in the middle of your job, but you could care less. After what feels like an eternity, you pull away, breathing heavily. His eyes search yours, licking his lips.

“You’re coming home with me tonight.” You whisper.

He nods, still dazed.

“Yes, of course…”

You finally release your hold, turning to the rest of them.

“So what do we know?” You say casually.

They all seem to be recovering from what just happened. It might be a shock for all of them, but you’ve never been happier. 

[cupoftrembling]

Field Notes: Bone Boys

Petrier didn’t know when his father had become an old man.

Maybe it was when his wife died in the summer of 73’ Licentious. Maybe it was when he had that nasty fall last year. Maybe it was when he started calling Petrier by his brother’s name. Maybe it was when the city he served as a butcher for sixty years had fallen to the Empire. Maybe it was none of those things.

Or maybe, and just maybe dear reader, it was when he saw his father collapsed on the butcher’s floor. His skin was loose around his eyes, sunken and red. His fingers looked like bones, gripped tight in rigor mortis around a bloodied cleaver. His muscles hung from him like loose robes, pulling taught a sun kissed skin that had been loved and abused for years too many. 

The butcher’s floor looked like a mortuary room, and the smell of the beast Petrier’s father had been smoking for the last two hours tasted like ash in the back of Petrier’s throat. Petrier looked in his father’s now lifeless eyes. He was never a cruel man, but he was not jovial either. He had cruel eyes, though. Sharp, pernicious things. Even if he had never muttered a single word against Petrier, he could always tell what his father’s judgment was with a single, demolishing glance. 

Petrier had imagined that, when this inevitability came, he would be more devastated. He would rend his clothing like Isosa had done for her daughters. But time, that Wolf’s curse, creeps in to all things. Perverts them, spoils them. And the years he saw his father limp around on one foot had curdled any such sentimentality. The man looked barely alive. His death did not change that. His skin had no glow, no warmth or roseiness. 

Neither did the man who was standing over him. His skin had the same grave pallor as Petrier’s father did. Same tautness, as if too little fabric spread over too much. Same bonechilling smile, same judgemental eyes. It was as if this stranger had stolen all of that from his father. Plucked it like a liver from Prometheus’s chest. This man was a scavenger in a long, black coat. Across his cheek, a single bloodless slash. Fresh, like an amateur surgeon cutting haphazardly into a corpse. His arms were crossed behind his back and a wide brimmed hat blocked out the sterile light hanging above him.

“Petrier, I presume?” He spoke in a friendly tone. Petrier reaches for his own cleaver. He had spent some hours in the butcher’s shop helping his ailing father. He was not as skillful with the blade as his father was. “I was an associate of your fathers, I’m so sorry about his passing.”

“No you aren’t.” Petrier responds, cleaver now fully in hand. . He had spend enough time around Le Marc street to know who this was. What shifty figures lurked in back alleys. “You’re a Bone Boy, a Garcons de Os.”

“That I am.” The man smiled back. “But that still makes me an associate of your father’s.”

“He would never associate with crooks like you.” Petrier gripped his cleaver a bit tighter, voice dripping with uncertainty. “So, you kill the man.”

“Do you see a cut on his flesh?” The man motioned towards his father’s pristine, lifeless body. Petrier furrowed his brow. His father looked peaceful. As if it had all just stopped. As if oblivion was contentment. “Or how about a gunshot wound? Anything that would hurt our investment?”

“He would never have taken your money.”

“And yet, here I am.” The man shrugged. “So who’s lying, me or the corpse?”

Petrier couldn’t know, shouldn’t know. Times were lean in Mariposa and the Bone Boys were just an arm of the largest conglomerate in the City, the Os’ Group. Their hands were in every field in every industry, from defense applications to biotechnical pharmaceuticals. They were the fist, the cruel gloved hand that collected on investments large and small.

“Ok then, maybe he did need your money.” Petrier nodded. “You have his body, that’s what you guys want right? Bones, flesh, memories? You’re butchers in need of meat. So take him.”

“Our contract was for money or living flesh. We don’t deal in old meat.” The man’s splitting mouth curled into an even crueler smile. “His debt falls to his closest family member. And since your brother is no longer with ust, that means such responsibility falls to you.”

“How long has he had this debt?”

“Longer than you’d think.” The man smiled. “ Didn’t you ever notice things just missing?”

Petrier looked down at his father and fought the urge to throw up.“Like what?”

“A bit of flesh here, a memory there.” The man kneeled down in front of Petrier’s father, his long black coat now pooling on the ground. “I’m sure it was nothing you’d ever miss.”

“Is this a shake down?”

“What a cruel way to think about this relationship. I’ve known your father for years, and this is how you treat me? I also lost a friend today.” The man coughed and produced a small card from his coat. It is bone white, and the print is gold leaf seemingly threaded in between the strands of paper. It was silk and expensive. 

“Bite me.” Petrier spat out, brandishing his cleaver in a useless way.

“I do have a job to do, however.” The man continued, clearing his throat in a soulless, purely utilitarian way. As if he didn’t really need to, as if he only did it to make a point. He glanced back down at the card in his hand and began to read aloud, reciting words that he had spoke many, many times before.“My name is Sacha. You do not need to know my last name. Welcome to our little family. Either you, or a loved one who no longer can remediate their debt, has entered into an accord with the Garcons de Os. While we are known for our philanthropy, our enterprise is a business. And so, your debt is.” Sacha pauses reading and pulls a small pocket watch from his pocket. It was silver and featureless, save a single chain attached to somewhere deep in the man’s coat. Petrier remembers a fairy tale his father had taught him, of how Death did not have a heart, but instead a ticking clock. “Eighty six hundred Imperial Thalers. Or equivalent in bones harvested from living specimens. My boss told me to make sure to specify that. Your father’s legs would have done, for example.” Sacha smiled, looking at the two limp legs on the corpse beneath him. Petrier follows his eyeline and grimaces. Could his father have ever saved him from this? “He was a prideful man, wasn’t he?”

Petrier drops his cleaver in shock. He knew he could not kill the Bone Boys and, if he had bested the man in front of him, there would not be a place in Mariposa he could hide where they would not find him. This debt was his now. “Where am I going to find this money?” He exclaimed. “Dad’s shop was barely holding it together as it was?”

“Not my problem.” Sacha responded with a shrug, returning his hands behind him as he started to move. He stepped over Petrier’s father’s corpse, black coat gliding across the floor. He moved past Petrier. The butcher’s breath hitched, Sacha’s watch ticked just a bit faster. It was excited. Petrier’s breath turned to frost. Sacha was at the door now, the wooden thing that Petrier’s father had used to keep the city out of his butcher shop for years. It creaked open, all the while Sacha’s hands did not move from his jacket. “I can offer you some advice though.

Petrier’s eyes couldn’t break away from his cleaver on the floor of his father’s butcher shop. It glistened in the cold light. A tool of violence, used to make a profit. A chicken squeals, as if it knows what fate might befall it. He could slaughter a million birds before he would pay back what his father owed. 

“What.” Petrier responds, shoulders low and voice hollow.

Sacha looks out into Mariposa. A young man stumbles home in the dark in front of him, bottle clenched in his hand. It is unclear if he is Mariposian or an Imperial soldier off duty. To Sacha, to the butcher, it does not matter. A smile crawls back over his face. It is an infectious thing, contorting the rest of Sacha’s face into that of unbridled glee. He turns his head back towards Petrier, eyes glistening and gleaming. They are his father’s eyes.

“They do not need to be your bones.”

[tender-rosiey]

love, love, love | dazai drabble

ᴀ/ɴ: I finally posted; this was supposed to be a fluff request but when it turned to hurt comfort, I decided to post it alone 👩‍🦲 SORRY HOPE YOU LIKE IT GUYS also this isn’t proofread so good luck

love, love, love. a concept you longed for the longest time now. love, with all its situations, is very alluring, isn’t it? whether it’s a knight in shinning armor that comes to your rescue or a man who merely steps into your life to spread a smile on your face and make a fool out of himself just for your sake.

wouldn’t that be sweet?

you dreamt and dreamt of how it would be with that special person in your life. you saw those people all around you, so lovesick, so in love and it made you wonder: how would it be with you? would it the fairytale you have dreamt of or the nightmare you were escaping from?

love is a double edged sword, yes it is; however, you doubt that statement sometimes. how can you not when whenever his hand touches yours, you get flustered and your heart flutters. when he notices and points out those small fleeting details about you that no one seems to see.

it makes you feel cared for, and when his eyes are filled with clear genuine affection when he stares at you with a sense of longing. his heart that you can feel racing in his chest, a feeling he most of the time seems to dismiss, wasn’t he a man afraid of vulnerability?

but on one of the nights, when the moon was the only person keeping you company, your lover entered your room, instantly melting into your touch. the moment your hand makes contact with his face is the moment that you hear an airy chuckle escape his lips.

why was he laughing?

“i never thought i would open up to someone about this as much as i am doing with you right now, but before I tell you, my past is ugly, a dark slash of black in my seemingly white life. and if you choose to leave then i need you to know that i truly care for you.”

and so the words left his mouth like a never ending stream. however, they weren’t as smooth as they usually were. they were hesitant, with each word a look is directed towards you to check, are you gonna run away? are you going to leave? what will you do?

and when he is done with letting out the wicked symphony that was playing infinitely his mind, he looks at you, waiting for a reaction. anything? he prepared himself for the worst, so why aren’t you pushing him? why aren’t you screaming at him that he is a monster?

why is it that your first course of action is to hug him and cry for his pain? he doesn’t know, but he thanks his lucky stars that you are still by his side. he wants to think about the reason, to ask about the reason, but he doesn’t.

because love in its purest form is the willingness to give your everything without expecting anything in return. he laid it out for you, and you accepted all of him. you told him your thoughts and feelings and he worked to make you the most comfortable with him.

so no one can blame you when you tell them about your love. because your love is pure and love, love, love is a fantasy you don’t need to reach out for anymore. it has been wrapped around your finger for along time now.

“belladonna, i can’t wait to see you.”

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[a-simple-gaywitch]

“I’m SO Fired”

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer falls in love with Dave Rossi’s adopted daughter

Word Count: 2038

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of brutal case, mentions of death of parents, that’s it. it’s mostly fluff

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” -Anton Chekhov

~

Spencer was leaning over Emily’s desk, helping her with some details of her paperwork. He glanced up and noticed a beautiful woman briefly talking to Anderson before entering through the glass doors. 

“Reid. Reid!” Emily said, snapping her fingers to get his attention. 

“What? Oh, sorry.”

Emily shook her head. “And just like that, 187 gets slashed to 60.”

The woman walked over to the desk with the two. “Uh, hi,” you said. “Is Dave Rossi here?”

“Oh, um, he should be here. Did you- do you have a meeting with him?” Spencer asked. 

“Kind of,” you said with a small laugh that made Spencer’s stomach flutter. “I’m-”

“(Y/N)!” Hotch said when he saw you. 

“Aaron!”

Emily and Spencer exchanged glances as you gave Aaron a brief hug. 

“Are you here to see your dad?” he asked you. 

“Yeah, is he here?”

“He should be in his office. How long are you in town?”

“Just the weekend,” you said. “But I’m coming back in June for vacation.”

“Well, I’ll let you go see your dad,” Hotch said. As you walked up the stairs, he turned to see Spencer gawking at you. Emily looked at Hotch apologetically. Hotch sighed and said, “Reid, focus on your paperwork, not (Y/N) Rossi.”

~

You knocked on the office door, waiting to hear your father’s voice. 

“Come in!” You pushed open the door and your adoptive father’s face lit up. “Tesorina!” he said, getting up to kiss your cheeks. “I was wondering when you were getting in. How’s work? And what about that boyfriend of yours? Anything-”

“Dad,” you said, cutting him off. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know at dinner. But you promised you’d introduce me to your team the next time I was in town.”

“I did promise that, didn’t I?” he said, pushing up from his desk. He slung his arm around your shoulder and steered you out of his office. The team was gathered in the bullpen, and they all turned to face Rossi when he cleared his throat. “Guys, this is my daughter, (Y/N).” He then introduced each team member to you, save for Aaron.

“Wow, Rossi, I didn’t know you even had a daughter,” Morgan said. 

“Gee, Dad, you don’t talk about me to your coworkers? I’m hurt,” you said, pressing your hand over your heart. 

Rossi rolled his eyes. “Drama queen.”

“So, you’re a Rossi?” Emily asked you. 

“Not biologically. Dave adopted me when I was five,” you explained.

“Initially, I was just fostering her for a little while, but I fell in love with this little rascal,” he said, ruffling your hair.

You set about fixing your hair. “Well, I gotta run. See you at the house for dinner?”

“Yeah, I should be done around 6. Don’t get into trouble.”

“Me, get into trouble? When have I ever been known to do that?” You shot a wink at the man you now knew to be Dr. Reid before leaving the BAU.

Spencer’s cheeks turned pink and he felt Rossi’s eyes on him. He looked down at his desk, busying himself with organizing his pen cup. When he heard Rossi’s office door close, he let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. 

Derek rolled his chair over to Spencer’s desk. “You’re looking a little flushed there, Pretty Boy. That wouldn’t have anything to do with Ms. Rossi, would it?”

“Shut up, Morgan,” he muttered, focusing on folding a small piece of paper on his desk into even smaller squares.

~

Dave walked into his house (mansion) to the smell of garlic bread and tomato sauce. He smiled and set his coat on the rack by the door. 

“You know, I would have cooked!” he called as he made his way to the kitchen. You were setting the table for the both of you. 

“Yes, but how often do you actually cook?” you asked him as you poured two glasses of red wine. “You’re always away on cases, I know how much fast food and takeout you eat. Now shut up and enjoy my carbonara.”

Dave chuckled and sat down at the table across from you. “So, how’s work going?” he asked you. 

You shrugged. “You know, there’s good days and bad days. We had a brother and his little sister get adopted together this week, which is always one of the big wins for us.”

He nodded. “What about that boyfriend of yours, Chad?”

“Oh, we broke up,” you said. “About a month ago.”

“Good, I didn’t really like him.”

“Dad, you say that about every guy I date.”

“And it’s true, I haven’t liked any of the guys you’ve dated.”

“Yeah, the only guys you’ve liked have been the ones you’ve tried to set me up with.”

“That’s not true!”

“Dad, remember Stephen?”

“I thought you would be a good match, honest. And before you say it, it’s not just because I’m overly protective.”

“So, we can admit you’re overprotective of me?” you said. 

“Of course I am. And can you blame me?”

“I guess not,” you said with a shrug. “And you could be worse. I could still be living here.”

“Oh, come on. Would that be so bad, having a huge house mostly to yourself?”

“Well, no, but I like living in Pennsylvania,” you said. “And I like having an apartment.” Your father gave you a skeptical look. “Stop profiling me.”

“Sorry, it’s hard to turn it off.” He took a sip of his wine. “You’re planning to go to the cemetery tomorrow, aren’t you?”

“I do every year, you know that.”

“Yeah. They’d be so proud of you, you know.”

You smiled down at your plate and pushed the pasta around. “I know. I, uh, I don’t have many memories of them anymore,” you said. “But the one I’ve been trying to get rid of is still there.”

Dave reached across the table and grabbed your hand. “Hey. Your parents loved you, so much. That’s all you need to remember, okay? They loved you so much that they sacrificed themselves for you.”

“Yeah.”

You lost your parents when you were five. There was a serial killer in the Greater DC Area, a family annihilator. He’d called himself the Orphan Maker. The man would seek out young families with kids no older than 8 and kill the parents first, in front of the children. Then he would kill the children. 

Rossi had been on that case, and had found that your family was the next target. Unfortunately, they did not get to your family before the man killed your parents. But fortunately, they caught him before he could get you. 

Rossi felt guilty they didn’t make it in time. When the law officers found that you didn’t have any family to take you in, Dave offered to bring you home. The plan was to originally just be a foster parent to you until CPS found a place for you to stay officially. But he fell in love with you. You were a little spitfire, a little troublemaker. Dave adopted you and dedicated the rest of his life to taking care of you and protecting you.

~

“Hey, Rossi!” Morgan said as he met the man in the kitchen to get coffee. “How was your weekend with (Y/N)?”

Rossi noticed Reid’s back straighten at the mention of (Y/N)’s name. He smiled to himself, a plan forming in his head. It was a bit of a convoluted plan, but it would work out for everyone in the end. 

“Oh, it was fine. She made me watch an episode of that show Reid and Garcia like.” He glanced over at Spencer’s desk and noticed he was listening intently. “I agreed since she’s still recovering from a recent breakup.”

“Is she okay?” Derek asked. “I know breakups can really suck.”

“She’ll be okay, she bounces back quick. I didn’t like the guy anyway. He was a meathead jock who thought being the high school quarterback was his entire personality. I want her to find a guy who’s smart and kind, someone I like.” He walked out of the kitchenette and passed Reid’s desk. He clapped his shoulder. “Morning, Reid.”

~

You were back in the area for a week-long vacation, and Dave had promised to go sight-seeing in DC with you. 

You walked into the bullpen and were greeted by Penelope, who had quickly become your friend. She wrapped you in a hug before Rossi made his way over to you. 

“Hey, Dad. You ready to go?” you asked after giving him a hug.

“Um, actually, I have to work late. But, you know, Dr. Reid here,” Spencer’s head snapped up from where he was packing his bag at the mention of his name, “knows more about the area than anyone I know. He can show you around. Right, Reid?”

Spencer looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.”

You smiled at him and Spencer felt the butterflies that were already in his stomach go crazy. The two of you walked out of the office, Spencer nervously gripping the strap of his bag while you walked alongside him. 

Penelope looked at Rossi narrowing her eyes. “You don’t have to work late.”

Rossi smiled. “No.”

Penelope gasped. “You’re trying to set them up, aren’t you?”

“I will neither confirm nor deny,” Rossi said before walking back to his office. 

~

“So, Dr. Reid,” you said as the two of you walked out of the FBI building, “I heard you’re a huge Doctor Who fan.”

Spencer turned to look at you, losing his footing and tripping on the sidewalk. He straightened himself up and cleared his throat. “You, uh, you can call me Spencer. And yeah, I’m-I’m a fan.”

You smiled and Spencer thought the sun had come out again with the brightness you radiated. “Who’s your favorite? Personally, I’m a Tennent girl, but Baker is a close second.” Spencer was staring at you, his jaw dropped. “What?”

“You might be the hottest girl I’ve ever met.”

~

When Spencer woke up, the first thing he noticed was the beautiful woman asleep next to him, her head on his bare chest. He smiled and ran his hand through your hair as you started stirring.

“Morning,” he said as you looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest. 

“Morning, Pretty Boy.” You saw his smile falter and his eyes go wide. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m so fired,” he said. “I slept with my boss’s daughter. I’m so fired. No, I’m more than fired. I’m dead. Rossi is going to kill me.”

“Hey. Spence, breathe,” you said, cupping his face in your hands. “He’s not going to do anything to you. And if he tries, he’ll face my wrath.”

Spencer chuckled. “Well, after that guy drove through that puddle and splashed you last night, I believe it.” He was silent for a moment as the two of you sat up in the bed. Spencer wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back to his chest. “What are you going to tell him when you go home?”

You shrugged, leaning your head back. “The truth. I got to know a sweet guy last night and I stayed the night at his place.”

Spencer smiled and gave you a soft kiss.

~

You slipped into the Rossi Manor, feeling like a teenager missing curfew again. You got about halfway through the kitchen before hearing Dave clear his throat. You spun around to see him standing by the kitchen island with a cup of coffee. 

“Oh, uh, morning, Dad.”

“So, you were out all night.”

“Yep.”

“And you’re wearing the same clothes.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Who is he?” When you didn’t answer, he said, “Spencer?”

Your face paled. “How did-”

“You didn’t really think you could hide that from an old profiler, did you?” He handed you the mug. “Don’t worry, I approve. I’d be more than happy to have Spencer as a son.”

“Dad!”

~

“I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.” - J.R.R. Tolkien 

[truezero]

OK TOH THOUGHTS let’s go (these are just in order of the episodes progression btw)

Spoilers for Clouds on the horizon below

-look at the collector being a silly little guy!! Love them fr fr

-“what if it’s all chaaaanged? What if YOU changed??” Dude

-“you can barely keep your human shape anymore!” DUDE

-ok so at the very least we know that they aren’t gonna make a new grimwalker while Hunter is still around

-but also Belos’ utter lack of care about him makes me :(

-Yeah Belos free the collector, I don’t think they’re one you want to break a promise of :)

-“you need to have more faith in pinky swears >:(“ the collector grows on me more and more every episode I swear

-I could go on a whole rant about why the shift from their initially just kinda silly behaviour (in my opinion) to truly childlike nature is what both warmed me up to them and made me very scared for him

-but that’s for another post

-KIKI GOT FUCKING DEMOTED LMAO

-I’m gonna punt her

-hidden Blight kids what they doing

-“Blights always uphold their end of the deal” FUCK you

-oh hang on so Odalia talks about “reconsidering her deal” with Alador and immediately moves into talking about how the kids should get more involved, does that mean that Alador has been convincing Odalia not to shove them into business work? I hope so

-HE LOOKS SO DISTRESSED OH NO

-I must say I am enjoying Alador’s gradual redemption. I like that he hasn’t been forgiven right away, reasonably so, but is working to be better I think that’s just a very good way to go about his character and I’m very happy about it

-ok scene change to sum up fuck Odalia I’m gonna crime her

-Dude I want to give King a hug so bad

-LUZ HAS A LITTLE PONYTAIL

-Eber is real funny lookin’ I love them

- AAA Eda seems like she’s trying to put up a brave face and I’m gonna sob

- EGG EGG WGG EGG EGG EGG THATS SO SWEET

-AWE EDA ENCOURAGING LUZ TO GO SAVE AMITY

- “bossy boots” 🥺🥺🥺

-Raine making a promise to Luz aaaaaa

-YES MAKE IT YOUR BATTLE CRY CAUSE PROBLEMS FOR DARIUS SPECIFICALLY

-DUDE Katya is so fun and also my sister is so gay for her

-THEY’RE BEST BUDDIES I LOVE THEM

-H U N T E R MY DARLING THERE HE IS HE HAS A NEW OUTFIT I AM GOING TO GIVE HIM A KISS

-HÉ HAS A HANDSHAKE WITH GUS AWE

-HUNTER BB NO YOU’RE MORE THAN THAT :(

-Gus using the thingy he nabbed from Adrian is so excellent

-“SORRY MAN” Hunter my beloved

-why’d they slide in like that gkdjdhd

-YESS Hunter jumping in to help Luz they are siblings your honour I love them

-THEY ARE ALL SO POWERFUL LOOK AT THEM GO

-LUZ GO BLUSHYYYY THEYRE SO CUTE

-ROMEO AND JULIET MOMENT WITH THE BALCONY MY GOD

-AYO flowers around the balcony??

-ODALIA FUCKING BROKE THE TAMAGOTCHI I’m gonna commit a crime actually

-they tried to burn down. The FUCKING factory. I sometimes fear the Blight twins just as much as I love them

-NOOO AMITY :( I’m giving her a hug too everyone is getting hugs

-Emira prompting Amity to talk about Luz,, I’ll cry methinks

-“I would say all that :)” they’re so cute I’m on the FLOOR

-THE FLOWER FRAMING RESEMBLES THE VINES AROUND THE WINDOW WITH EDA AND RAINE FROM TTBK

-LUZ SPINNING AMITY AROUND IS SO GOOD AND SWEET

-holy shit did the frame rate go up when amity said “I know”

-KISSKISSKISSSKISSKISSKISS AAAAAAAADJGIKSJDDH DISINTEGRATING

-c r i k e y

-They are such nerds I’m going to scream slash positive connotation

-AMITY MAKING THE SAME FACE AS BACK IN THE TUNNEL OF LOVE SHE LOVES HER GIRLFRIEND

-oh yeah everyone else is here too

-HUNTER LOOKS SO GRUMPY

-STEVE TIME

-ooh haven’t seen the elixirs in a while that’s slightly concerning

-HOOTY WEARING CLOTHES WHO DID THIS

-why is Amber the one piloting the ship she’s too TINY FOR THAT

-“it won’t change your voice, so try not to say much” that’s gonna come back

-EDA STILL HAS HER GOLD TOOTH I GUARANTEE THATS GONNA COME BACK

-oh god there goes her head I forgot she could just do that

-mmmm I don’t quite like that they just h a v e a sigil glove

-I trust Steve with my life but it is TERRIFYING that he can (is about to) brand Eda with a sigil just at any given notice

-why the FUCK does Odalia’s hair move like that

-Kiki looks so pathetic it’s incredible

-they are hiding :)

-AWE NO LET KING HELP

-THE COLLECTOR IS IN KING’S HEAD THATS PROBABLY NOT GOOD

-I do NOT like how even the collector HIMSELF is doubtful of Belos’ integrity I am so prepared for him to betray the collector (never planned on freeing them in the first place maybe?) and the collector to go NUTS

-maybe that’s how we get collector!Luz? They team up because the collector feels betrayed and they’re like “Y’know what we do not like each other but this puritan bitch has to go”

-is king getting kidnapped with a trail of hex mix I swear to god

-The music is always so peppy when we get a new Blight product that dichotomy of sound and what’s actually happening is AWESOME

-SNORSEPOWER

-Snorses :)

-dude Kikimora just getting fucking picked up is so funny

-“IM TALLER THAN E V E R Y O N E” she’s so unhinged oh my god

-she’s going to kill someone with that

-and I have no idea if it’s going to be on purpose or not

-WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A RAT THAT LOOKS LIKE ALADOR

-is that his palisman

-I’m gonna start a riot if that’s his palisman

-I don’t even mean it negatively just fucking RAT

-Hunter trying to trick Odalia has no right being as funny as it is

-Dude how did Odalia not notice the abomination-purple hair poking out of one of those masks

-stop calling his voice annoying :(

-“sOrrY mAn” coven scout noooo

-AYO every one of the wild witches in this scene look awesome why are these designs so jammin’

-ok good King didn’t get kingnapped

-King hanging out with Alador? Not what I expected but I’ll gladly take it

-how is Odalia still running a business dude you can’t just fire HALF A TEAM and expect the same work rates

-I hate her

-she’s literally a toxic store manager but a million times worse

-GIRL GIVE YOUR HUSBAND A WEEKEND OFF WHAT THE FUCK

-“sounds like I joined the wrong coven” does mans not get LUNCH BREAKS??

-THE WIND BLOWING AFTER KING MENTIONED NEVER MEETING HIS DAD

-IS THE TITAN TEYING TO GIVE HIM A LITTLE PUSH ON THE SWING

-SCREAMING

-dude did Alador make that swingset for the kids??? It’s very abomination-y so it doesn’t seem unlikely

-I hope so that’s so cute

-“I’m gonna spend more time with my kids. Get to know them.“ SOBS

-oh fuck he knows now

-“I’m tired of all this draaama” I’m going to kill you

-AWE AMITY DEFENDING LUZ LOOK AT HER STANDING UP TO HER MOM I’M SO PROUD OF HER

-“oh no, no, that won’t do” dude she’s literally acting like Luz is like,,, a fashion choice or an object she’s so yuckyyyy

-YESSS GO AMITY SHE’S SO POWERFUL

-STOP HUNTER LOOKS SO SCARED AT KIKI THREATENING TO BRING HIM TO BELOS

-all the more reason for me to punt her

-“The Emperor has eyes everywhere” THERE BETTER NOT BE A TRAITOR I SWEAR TO GOD

-I really hope it’s just the collector watching through King and not a traitor

-oh fuck they plotting

-GO AMITY HELL YEA SHE IS UNBELIEVABLY POWERFUL

-“IT WAS THE POWER OF SCIENCE” what a nerd

-WHAT THE FUCK SHE KNEW ALREADY

-ODALIA IS SO SO ICKY

-G O D

-bro Amity gets her red-faced trait from her dad that’s kinda cute

-THANK YOU ALADOR FOR REALIZING YOUR WIFE IS SHIT

-I forgot how oracles fight that’s pretty sick

-WAITWAIT LUZ DID THE HUNTER TELEPORT

-THAT’S NOT NORMAL

-ARE THEY ILLUSIONED AS EACH OTHER

-ok “Hunter” blowing a raspberry at Kiki they’re definitely illusioned as each other

-“Hunter” did Luz’s classic little lip curl

-I will now be pointing out every detail that is proving this until either they switch back or I am proven wrong

-“LUZ” HAS A TOOTH GAP

-I REPEAT

-TOOTH GAP

-also both of them aren’t talking much did Steve not say illusions can’t change voices 👀

-Ok so Luz’s plan was definitely to illusion them as each other for some reason yea

-unfortunately, the jet pack did indeed work

-NO ODALIA LETS NOT GET BACK TO BUSINESS I AM GOING TO BITE YOU

-YES GO AMITY CUT HER OFF

-mmm Odalia calling amity “princess” just really gave me the icks I Do Not Like

-AYO Alador can pack a fuckin punch his eyes went purple and everything

-“Also, I quit” DIVORCE ARC

-“I’ve been meaning to find a new competent business partner anyway” Odalia that’s your fucking HUSBAND. Who you are MARRIED TO

-this slightly implies that she married him purely for business and that’s just :(

-and off into the mist she goes

-bye bye bitch I hate youuuu

-damn even Alador is scared of Odalia

-Gus is still holding an illusion even though the fight is over 👀 👀

-DUDE I FUCKIN CALLED IT

-THERE HE IS

-HE LOOKS SO DISTRESSED HE IS NOT USED TO KINDNESS FROM ADULTS ALSO HE IS NOT IN FACT LUZ

-oh no

-OH NO

-OK SO LUZ GOT HERSELF CAUGHT AS HUNTER ON PURPOUSE

-WOW THATS NO GOOD

-FUCKING CLIFFHANGER GOD DAMN IT

FINAL THOUGHTS

Very good episode 8.5/10 Hootys from me

[middleearthpixie]

Miss Fortune ~ Chapter Twenty-One

Miss Fortune - Modern AU

Summary: Everyone in Cranford Falls knows the Prescott family. Not only do they run Miss Fortune’s Crystal occult shop in town, but they’re also known for their psychic abilities. On occasion, they’re even called into service to assist the police on particularly difficult cases. All except Alex Prescott, that is. Unlike her three sisters, she’s inherited none of her family’s gifts. At least that was what she thought until the day the dead guy showed up in her bedroom asking for her help in solving a murder. His own.

Six months after his brother Frerin’s death, Detective Thorin Durin is on a downward spiral of self-destruction until Frerin starts showing up in his apartment, claiming his death was not an unfortunate accident but was, in fact a murder. Trouble is, Frerin doesn’t know who did it, so he wants Thorin to reopen the case and solve it, with Alex’s help.

As they work together to find out just exactly what happened to Frerin, Alex and Thorin grow closer. Neither one knows it, but Frerin isn’t just looking to solve his own murder, he’s trying to help his brother cope with his loss as well, and to find happiness with the Prescott sister who’s known as the quiet one…

Summary: Alex gets a phone call from Thorin, who’s in the ER after being attacked by Mrs. Urlino…

Pairing: Modern!Thorin x ofc Alex Prescott

Characters: Thorin, Alex, Charlie, Frerin, Gram

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 4,582

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Alex fought back a sigh as she stared at the emails still waiting for Miss Fortune’s answer. The inbox was fuller than usual, and none of them appeared to be hate mail of any sort. Gram and Syd were downstairs, but Terry was at the tavern, Teddy was in the shop, and Charlie had called earlier to say she’d walked over to the shop and would catch a ride home with Teddy.

Even so, when her cell rang, she practically jumped out of her chair. Turning the phone over, she smiled as Thorin’s contact photo popped up. “Hey, where are you?”

“Hey, Lex,” his voice was low and throaty and made her smile as it tingled against her ear, along her skin, “I’m sorry, honey, I know I said I’d be there for dinner, but you aren’t going to believe this.”

“Believe what?”

“I’m in the ER. But, before you get upset, know it was Mrs. Urlino who put me here.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you know how she attacked Charlie?”

“She jumped on you?” Alex practically fell back into her chair. “Are you kidding me?”

“I am not kidding. I took a uniform with me to arrest her and somehow she knew, because she was waiting for us with a knife.”

Alex’s gut clenched and a sour taste flooded her mouth. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m just waiting for them to sew me up, but it’s no big deal. The PA told me about fifteen stitches should do it.”

“Thorin. Fifteen stitches? And that’s no big deal to you?”

“What? She slashed me with a butcher knife, babe. I’m lucky it’s only fifteen stitches.”

She sighed, reaching up to rub her forehead as a headache began stabbing her behind the eyes. “But you’re okay otherwise?”

“I’m fine otherwise, yeah. But, now she’s got resisting arrest and assaulting an officer added to the list of charges. As far as I know, she’s in processing and unless she can make bail, she’s spending the night in the Hotel Lockup.”

“For someone getting stitches, you sound way too upbeat.”

“Yeah, I’m trying not to think about it because I don’t like needles and I don’t like getting sewn up, and it was starting to hurt like a bitch.”

“Did they give you anything for pain?”

“I didn't ask for anything.”

She rolled her eyes. “Thorin.”

“I’m still on duty, or I was, and it’s all right. They’ll numb me up and get it done and over with and then all I want is a drink.”

“Okay. I’ll go tell Gram we’re going to be down one a dinner, then. Or, I can ask her to just wait to put the pasta on.”

“Don’t even think of telling her to wait for me. I’m in the ER, I could be here half the night. It was pretty busy when I came in. But, if it’s not too late when I get out of here, I’ll swing by, if you want me to.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You never know.” 

“Thorin. Do you swear you’re all right?”

“Alex, it’s fifteen stitches across my chest. I’ll be fine.”

“Your chest?”

“My guess is she thought she’d stab me, without realizing I’m like a foot taller than she is. She swung, the tip of the blade caught me and she dragged it down. She’s stronger than she looks, but I had size on my side.”

“That damn bitch,” Alex muttered, the words escaping on their own. “I really do hate her.”

To her surprise, Thorin laughed. “Don’t hold back, babe. Tell me how you really feel.”

“She was always a little weird, but lately… between you and Charlie, I’m surprised she hasn’t full on killed someone.” She leaned back in her chair. “Did she say anything to you?”

“Aside from telling me where to go? No. Why?”

“I don’t know… it’s weird, I guess. But, what if she was the one who set the fire? She thinks Charlie is a whore, and someone thinks I’m a whore. And we know she thinks my family is a bunch of dirty gypsies. What if she thought Frerin was a whoremonger?”

Silence answered her and for a moment, she regretted bringing it up. It sounded so less stupid in her head. “Or, maybe I’m way off. I don’t know. I see dead people and answer stupid emails for a living. What do I know?”

“No, wait…” Thorin replied slowly. “You might not be wrong, Lex. I—damn it, the PA just came in, so I have to go. Let me get this sewn up and I’ll be over, okay?”

She nodded, which was silly since he couldn't see her. “I’ll be here. Unless you want some company.”

“By the time you get here, I’ll probably be done. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you in a bit.”

And with that, he was gone. 

“You think the old lady did it?”

She spun around to see Frerin lounging on her bed, hands up behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “How do you know I meant Mrs. Urlino?”

“Who else keeps calling your family a bunch of dirty gypsies?”

“Good point.”

“So, you think she did it?"

“I don’t know,” she said slowly, shaking her head. “It sounded like it made more sense in my head.”

“I’m not saying you’re wrong, Al.” He turned toward her. “She’s creepy. We responded to a call at her house about a year ago. She’d set the broiler on fire and instead of just shutting the door and killing the gas, she yanked the pan out and tossed it in sink. Curtains caught and the next thing she knew, her kitchen was gone.”

“And your company responded to it?”

“Yeah.” He sat up without a sound, but a chill swirled through the air toward her as he did. “She spent the entire time fighting with us about staying out until we got the fire out. Finally, I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her bodily away and carted her bony ass to the sidewalk.”

“She must’ve loved that.”

He grinned. “She kicked me in the shin and told me I’d burn in—” his smile faded—“that I’d burn in hell and I’d deserve it,” he finished softly.

“There’s only one problem with this whole scenario. Someone doctored your drink and she doesn’t strike me as one to hang around in bars.”

He clasped his hands between his legs. “Al, her son owns Darcy’s.”

“What?”

He nodded. “Yeah. She and Marco owned it, and when Marco retired, MJ Urlino took it over.”

“Frerin, that is nuts. Why would she do that? Because you dragged her away from her burning house? That makes absolutely no sense.”

“I know. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s a pattern, isn’t it? And it’s interesting to think about. I mean, we know she can be violent.” He shrugged. “She went after Charlie.”

“She bruised Charlie’s wrist something awful.” A chill drew along her spine at the image of the fingerlike purple marks on her sister’s wrist. “Frerin, she tried to stab Thorin just a few hours ago.”

“What?”

“You heard talking to him, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah, but I didn't know where he was calling you from. I got here in time to overhear you talking about someone who thinks your sister is a whore and your family thieves and I was pretty sure you were talking about Mrs. Urlino. But, she went after T?”

Alex nodded. “He just called me from the ER. Wait, I thought you were watching over him?”

“Well, I do, but not every minute of the day. What do you mean, she tried to stab Thorin?”

“I mean just that. Charlie went down to have charges brought against her for assault and when Thorin and a uniform went to arrest her, she fought back.”

“Is he all right?”

“He said he’ll be fine. Fifteen stitches across his chest. She didn't take into account your brother is a giant.”

Frerin rose from the bed and strode the length of her room. “And you talked to him?”

“Yes, Frerin. You heard me. He’s in some pain, but he’ll be fine.” A car door slammed and she peered out, which was silly because there was no way Thorin had been discharged that quickly. Sure enough, it was the people across the street. “He said—”

She turned back to to find Frerin gone. Probably on his way to the hospital to look in on Thorin for himself. A hint of a chill still hung in the air, one she tried to ignore as she sank back into her chair and tried to concentrate on the emails she still had to answer. 

Thorin breathed a sigh of relief as the nurse finished bandaging him up and stepped back. “You’re all set, Lieutenant,” she said, moving to the counter to pick up the small sheaf of papers. “Your aftercare instructions, and follow up with your primary care doctor in ten days to have the sutures removed. Oh, and a scrip for Tylenol Three for pain.”

“Thanks.” Thorin winced as he reached for the stack to set on the exam table behind him. “Diana, any way you can set me up with a scrub top or something, since my shirt’s been taken as evidence and all I have is my tie, which is garbage anyway?”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

He smiled. “I’d appreciate it.”

She stepped out of the room and Frerin said, “Flirting with the nurse, T? Al won’t like that.”

Thorin jumped. “Jesus! Don’t do that!”

Frerin grinned. “Al would be pissed.”

“I’m not flirting with anyone. Kerry took my shirt as evidence and I’d rather not walk around like this.”

Frerin stepped closer. “That is going to itch like a mother when it grows back, you hairy beast. And is that my St. Florian medal?”

Thorin fingered the thin gold chair he’d fastened about his neck earlier to keep from losing it in his office. “Yeah, Lisa brought it by earlier.”

“So that’s why she was there.”

“Yeah.” There was no point in telling Frerin about how she’d propositioned him before she left. Why make trouble if he didn’t have to. “You want it back?”

“Uh… in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly solid. Keep it. Another saint watching over you can’t hurt, right? I thought I lost it. I’m glad to know I didn’t and that it’s in good hands.”

Thorin sighed. “It fell into a drawer.” He looked over at Frerin. “And don’t remind me about the itching. I know how much it’s going to suck. What’re you doing here?”

“Al told me you got slashed by that crazy old lady.”

“Yeah. We arrested her for assaulting Charlie Prescott. Crazy old lady did not go quietly.”

“You know, her son runs Darcy’s now.”

The ice in Thorin’s gut had nothing to do with the chill in the air as Frerin moved closer still. “What?”

“Yeah. Maybe Mrs. Urlino likes to play with fire as well as assault women and cops.”

“Frer, as far as I know, there is nothing to tie her to your case.”

“Did anyone look?”

“You know I didn’t work it. I’ll have to check the file, but I don’t recall her name being on the list of persons of interest, so my gut tells me no. Why would anyone look into her? You weren’t exactly chasing old ladies to sleep with.”

“I wasn’t, but you might want to check it out anyway. It’s a little weird to me, that she’s threatened the Prescotts with the same words that were sent to Al at that blog.”

“And to me, as well.” 

Frerin’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

Thorin nodded. “Yeah. I got an email a few days ago that just said Miss Fortune should die. But it came back as being sent from a library computer and they don’t keep logs of who uses them. Anyone could find my departmental email address just by going on the department website.”

“Crazy old lady with time on her hands might haunt the library.”

“Maybe. I can check.”

The door opened. “Okay, Lieutenant, you’re in luck, I found a scrub top for you.” Diana handed the rolled up bundle of dark blue fabric to him. “Hopefully it’ll fit you.”

He unrolled it and tugged it over his head. It fit, but only just, and he emerged through the neck of the top to find her offering an appraising look. “I guessed right,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah and I appreciate it.” He stood up and picked up the stack of papers. 

“Be careful, Lieutenant,” she said. “No more walking into any knives.”

“Not tonight, anyway.” He tugged open the door. “Take care.”

Frerin fell into step alongside him. “She wants you, man.”

“Yeah, well, I’m taken,” he muttered, trying hard to keep his lips from moving.

“Does Al know you’re taken?”

He subtly shook his head as he strode through the slow, revolving door that led from the ER to the outside world. And once they were outside and striding toward the parking garage, he said, “No. I haven’t quite worked up the guts to tell her yet.”

“You’re wasting time, T. Trust me. Tell her.”

“I don’t want to scare her off.”

“You won’t.”

They stepped into the shadows of the parking deck. Thorin’s truck sat in the first slot just beyond where the ambulances parked. “You drove yourself?”

“Yeah. I didn't need a ride to get a few stitches.”

“Fifteen is not a few.”

“It is in this case.” Thorin leaned back against the driver’s side door. “You really think that crazy old lady had the wherewithal to track you down to a bar, slip codeine into your drink, then follow you home and set fire to your house? Because if you ask me, it’s one hell of a stretch.”

“Yeah, I know and no, I don’t know if I think that at all.” Frerin shook his head as he paced between the Ford and the last ambulance. “But, she was nuts enough to wait for you with a knife and try to stab you.”

“Yeah. And I don’t know how she knew we were on our way there, either.”

“Probably just grabbed the knife when you knocked on the door.”

Thorin sighed softly. “Probably.” He rubbed his eyes. “It all happened really fast. Kerry knocked, Marco answered and when he saw the warrant, he said, ‘’bout time,’ and stepped back.”

“For real? Christ, even he thinks she’s batshit.” 

Frerin shifted to lean against the truck alongside him and Thorin tried to ignore the stealthy chill creeping through the truck body and into his back. He looked over at him. “She was at the sink when Kerry and I stepped into the kitchen and I swear, I never saw her grab the knife. She must’ve been washing it. She just turned and growled—and I mean growled, it was fucking spooky—‘burn in hell, fornicator,’ and swung.”

“Fornicator?” Frerin chuckled, shaking his head. “Guess she does not approve of you having sex with Alex outside of marriage.”

“How would she even know about me and Alex? Or me and any woman, for that matter?” Thorin lowered his hand. “I mean, I was there when she went after Charlie, but I’m in and out of that shop all the time.”

“Maybe she picked up on the musk in the air.” Frerin wiggled his eyebrows. “You and Al probably generate heat without even realizing you’re doing it.”

“Musk in the air? She didn't walk in on us fooling around, jackass. I showed up after she’d launched herself at Charlie.” He reached up to brush his fingers over the outline of the gauze beneath his scrub top. A mistake. It was tender despite the lidocaine injected into it for suturing.

The warm summer air dropped by a good ten degrees as Frerin sighed. “Tell Al how you feel about her. Trust me, you will not scare her off.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I do, that’s how.” Frerin looked over at him. “She knows about you and Lisa?”

“Yeah. I had to tell her.”

“Because she bumped into her at the station.”

Thorin glared at him. “Quit spying on me.”

“I’m not spying. I’m watching over you. Someone’s got to keep you safe, you know. I don’t want you over here. Al doesn’t want you over here. Stay there.”

Thorin tugged his keys from his pocket. “Yeah, well, even if they hadn’t bumped into each other, I had to tell her. And don’t ask me to explain why, because I can’t.” He hit the unlock button on the fob. “I just felt like I should.”

“I get that, and I give you props for being honest with her about it, even if you didn’t have to tell her.”

“I just—” A dull ache had begun to settle in around where he’d been sutured, but he had no intention of filling the scrip in his hand. A drink, a couple of Advil, and he’d be fine. “I don’t want her to think that’s what kind of guy I am.”

“She doesn’t. She gets it, T. She’s been there, remember?”

Thorin nodded slowly. “I know. And she does get it. She gets me, man. I wish I’d asked her out way before now.”

“Well, she’s with you now, so don’t waste any more time, okay? Just tell her.”

“You mean I should ask her to marry me, like you were going to ask Lisa?” He pushed away from the door and tugged it open and when he looked over, Frerin was in the passenger seat, his expression more serious than Thorin had ever seen.

“It would’ve been a mistake for me to propose to her. I always had the feeling she had her eye on you as her endgame.”

“That’s bullshit.” Thorin sat back in the driver’s seat, head tilted back. 

“No, I don’t think so. And seeing as how I was gone a mere three days before she jumped into bed with you kind of proves my point. You think, if something happened to Al—”

“Don’t even joke about that.”

“I’m not,” Frerin replied without a trace of a smile. “You think you’d sleep with one of her sisters three days later?”

Thorin closed his eyes and sighed softly, shaking his head. “No. I wouldn’t. Then again, I wouldn’t sleep with one of her sisters if she and I broke up tomorrow.”

“Yeah, so… I rest my case.”

“I’ve done a lot of things I’ve regretted,” Thorin said, “but none as much as I regret that. I really am sorry, Frer.”

“Don’t worry about it. Really. We’re cool, T. We’re always cool. Now, go and tell your girl how you feel about her.”

“Yeah. I will—” He opened his eyes and looked over at Frerin.

The passenger seat was empty. The air warmed slowly and with a low sigh, he turned over the truck’s engine and carefully backed out of the space. 

Alex came into the kitchen to find Gram at the stove and Syd at the kitchen table with a glass of merlot in front of her. “Thorin isn’t going to make it for dinner, Gram.”

Gram tapped the wooden spoon lightly against the side of the saucepan. “Oh, that��s too bad. Did he get held up at work?”

“No, actually.” She crossed through the kitchen and into the dining room to take one of the balloon glasses off the bar cart in the far corner, and came back to pour herself a glass of wine as well. “He arrested Mrs. Urlino this afternoon.”

Gram looked up. “It’s about time. That woman’s a menace. Did you see what she did to Charlie’s wrist?”

“She tried to stab Thorin.”

Both Gram and Syd’s eyes went wide and Syd gasped, “What?”

“Yeah. That’s why he isn’t going to make it. He’s at Cranford Falls Medical Center getting fifteen stitches instead.”

“Do you want me to run you over there?” Gram asked.

“No. He figured he’d be finished by the time I got there.”

“That old bitch stabbed him?”

“Syd!”

Syd flushed. “Sorry, Gram. But really, am I wrong?”

“Well, no… but still…” It was Gram’s turn to go into the dining room for a wineglass while Alex sank into her usual chair nearest the doorway into the parlor. 

“She tried to stab him. But she’s barely five feet tall and he’s six-foot-three, so,” Alex shrugged as she lifted the wineglass, “she cut him, but it could’ve been a lot worse.”

“That woman is so spooky,” Syd muttered, shaking her head. “She’s always given me the creeps.”

Gram sat between them, setting her glass above her plate. “She’s off. She always has been. Still, she’s only recently violent.”

“She really hates us,” Syd said. “The last time I saw her, her aura was a calm pale blue until she looked over at you, Lex. Then it slowly burned red.”

“Me?” Alex swirled the wine in her glass. “Why me? As far as she knows, I’m the useless Prescott. You all are witches. I’m just your keeper.”

“I don’t know, but there was no doubt in my mind, she was looking at you. The only one who doesn’t send her into red is Teddy. She likes her.”

“Everyone likes Teddy,” Alex said, then brought her glass to her lips for a slow sip. The merlot wasn’t as light as a pinot noir, nor as heavy as a cab, but it was every bit as smooth and velvety.

“Yeah, I’m not so sure I’d want Mrs. Urlino liking me. What happens if you get on her bad side then?” Syd sat back in her chair. “I saw Marco at the grocery store a few weeks ago and asked him if he knew she kept coming in under the guise of wanting to talk to him on the other side and you know what he told me?”

“Take care, Syd,” Gram said softly, her blue eyes serious and stern, “I’d rather we not sit around and gossip like a bunch of old hens.”

“Gram, he’s afraid of her.” Syd set her glass down and nodded at Gram’s shocked look. “Yeah, he’s afraid of her. He told me not only does he refuse to sleep in the same room with her, but he locks his door at night. And once, she threatened to set fire to him in his car.”

“Damn, that woman is nuts,” Gram muttered, her eyes darkening was she reached for her own wine. 

“Yeah, and now she’s got assaulting a cop and resisting arrest on top of the charges Charlie pressed.” Alex traced her finger along the stem of her wineglass. “Do they even put old ladies in prison?”

“I don’t see why not. She’s dangerous.” 

The sound of a car stopping filtered in, followed by the slam of a door, and footsteps on the porch. Alex’s heart jumped when the doorbell rang, and she rose from her chair to make her way into the parlor, her heart leaping higher into her throat with each step.

The door tended to stick in the humidity, and it popped free with her third yank on the handle and when she saw Thorin standing on the opposite side of the threshold, in a scrub top—scrub top?—her eyes filled with unexpected tears.

She hit the storm door handle to disengage it and all but flung herself at him. A soft laugh skimmed her hair as he caught her, wrapped his arms about her, and said, “I’m fine, Lexi. I promise. I’m a little sore, but otherwise, I’m fine.”

“I know, but… damn… she tried to stab you.”

“Trust me, I am painfully aware of that.”

She felt the outline of the gauze through his shirt as he gave her a gentle squeeze, and when he set her back down, she reached up to trace it with one finger. “Fifteen stitches?”

“I think it ended up being closer to twenty, but that’s it. In a few weeks, it’ll just be another scar.”

“That’s it, he says. Are you kidding me?”

“I’ve got a bald patch that bothers me more, to be honest. It’s going to itch like crazy when the hair grows back.”

“How much did they shave?”

“Enough to sew it. Have you ever had stitches? They itch as they heal. My chest hair is going to itch as it grows back. I’m going to be miserable in about three days.”

“Poor boy. Maybe I can do something to take your mind off it.”

He grinned. “I’m listening.”

“Well, I don’t know exactly what, but I’m sure it will involve us naked somewhere.”

His grin grew wolfish. “Keep going, Lex. I’m liking this.”

“I’ll just bet you are.” She slid her arms about his waist and gave him a squeeze. “I’m glad you’re okay, all things considered.”

“You and me both.” He held up the paper bag he had in his left hand. “I thought I’d bring a peace offering.”

“You’re not in trouble, Thorin.”

“Yeah, but I was raised right. You don’t show up for dinner without bringing a bottle of wine, even if you don’t quite make it for dinner.”

“You’re in luck, because Gram got home late—don’t ask, she was with Parmenter again—and so we have not had dinner yet.”

“Did you tell them?”

“I kind of had to, but there’s something else I found out today about Mrs. Urlino.”

“Yeah?”

She looked up at him. The dark hair at his temples was damp and beads of sweat dotted his forehead. The humidity had crept up during the day and now it felt more like summer. “Come inside. The AC is on and you look like you could use a blast of cold air.”

He clumped into the house, then bent to brush her lips with his. “Where’s Frerin when you need him.”

“Right behind you, jackass.”

Thorin spun around and Alex peered around him to see Frerin lounging on the sofa, smiling. “I’m glad to see you two kids patched everything up.”

“There was nothing to patch up and you better be careful. Gram and Syd are here and they can probably both see you.”

“Will I scare them?”

“I doubt it.”

“Then it’s fine. I’m allowed to be seen, Al. It’s just not every can see me.”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Okay, just thought I’d warn you.”

“And I do appreciate it.” Frerin smiled, looking from her to Thorin and back. “So, what did I miss?”

“Nothing. We’re about to have dinner.”

“Alex? Who was at the door?” 

Gram came into the room, and smiled as she caught sight of Thorin. “I heard you had an interesting afternoon, Detective.”

“You could say that. And please, it’s Thorin.” He held out the bag. “I had the guy at the liquor store pick it, since I know nothing about wine.”

“Apothic Red. Perfect.” She smiled at him, then at Alex, and then turned to go back into the kitchen, but not before saying, “And don’t think I don’t see you on my sofa, young man. Behave yourself.”

Frerin grinned. “You can see me, Mrs. P?”

“I can and you know it, Frerin Durin. If you’d like to join us, you’re welcome, but if it would make you uncomfortable, I understand and you’re welcome to stay right here for as long as you wish.”